The sun slowly rises, casting a pale light through the windows. The alien boy wakes up from his bed, his eyes half-open. His name is Gojo. He's still a student, working hard for his family, even if he doesn't fully understand why.
He sits up quietly for a moment, staring at nothing, then slowly gets out of bed. His body feels normal, but his mind is already thinking about one thing… food.
Gojo walks downstairs, the wooden steps making soft sounds under his feet. The smell of breakfast fills the air, but something feels missing.
He looks at the table. No human.
He sighs quietly.
Before he can say anything, his mom calls out from the kitchen.
Mom: Gojo, come quickly and eat breakfast! You're going to be late for school!
Gojo: Okay mom, coming!
He sits down and eats what's left on the table, but it doesn't feel satisfying. He chews slowly, his mind drifting.
He wanted something else.
After breakfast, Gojo stands up and quickly prepares his things for school. He grabs his bag, checks it for a moment, then walks out of the house.
The air outside is cool. The street is quiet, but not peaceful. A few other figures move in the distance, all different shapes, all different forms. Some walk normally… others move in ways that don't look right.
Gojo doesn't pay attention. This is normal.
He starts walking toward school, his hands in his pockets.
Suddenly—
SMACK.
Something hits his back hard.
Sasaki: laughing What's up, Gojo? Ready for school?
Gojo slightly stumbles forward, then looks back with an annoyed expression.
Gojo: Can you shut the fuck up? I'm trying to make myself look cool here, okay?
Sasaki: Okay, Mr. nonchalant.
Sasaki grins, clearly not taking him seriously. He walks beside Gojo like nothing happened.
Sasaki: Also… have you tried eating a pretty young human?
Gojo pauses for a second.
The question lingers in his head.
He thinks about it deeply, trying to remember, but nothing comes up.
Gojo: I don't know… but I'd like to try eating one.
They continue walking.
Gojo's expression slowly becomes more quiet.
His thoughts start to drift.
Humans eat animals… what's the difference?
He looks down at the ground as he walks.
I shouldn't feel bad about it…
The thought stays in his mind, repeating softly.
After a while, they finally arrive at school.
The place is crowded. Many students are already there, talking, laughing, moving around.
All of them are aliens.
Some look almost human…
Some don't.
Eyes in the wrong places. Limbs that move too slowly. Smiles that last too long.
But no one reacts.
Because for them… this is normal.
Gojo looks at the school building for a moment.
Then walks inside.