When Sato left, she made a deal with him that he would bring her his old notes so that she could reach the same mathematical educational level as the others. They would meet up during break time to review what she had learned, and he would help her understand the practical knowledge. During that break, she would either give him money for lunch or bring him lunch he could eat with his friends. Honestly, she doesn't remember if he had many friends outside of one or two of the other love interests of the game.
Her eyes were glued to the front door. The people who are now her parents are making her stressed. Maybe she should go to her room and stay there? Shaking her head, she forced herself to focus on something else. The folder caught her eye as she couldn't help but sigh. She has homework to do, huh? She also needs to message her mother, Akem, so that they can pick up some food ingredients. She could make a decent lunchbox, but she is craving pulled pork. Oh well, she could at least make something with what they have in the house, and go shopping for food later on, possibly after school tomorrow. She also needs to do the homework that she knows she has been attempting to ignore. She wanted a better future here, if it were real, so homework was essential. It just sucks.
Alya spent the next several minutes working on her homework, sitting at the dining table. When her parents arrived, they showed up in the exact vehicle she had searched for in her memory. That's when she recalled that her father takes her mother to the train station so that she can get to work, and then he drives to his local workplace, not far from the train station. Then he picks her up from the station and brings her home. That is cute. Why is that cute? Before she could spiral into her thoughts, the front door opened, showing her parents carrying in groceries.
"Do you want some help bringing things in?" (Alya)
Her offer seemed to surprise them. Although it isn't surprising that she has been avoiding her parents, according to her memories, she would have spent more time with her grandfather before he passed if it weren't for their pestering, so she blames them for her inability to spend more time with him. Hence why, when Alya regained consciousness here, she looked as if she was trying out as a very bad-looking goth clown. Her parents also seemed surprised by her lack of makeup, as well as doing a double-take on her face. It seems they saw what her makeup looked like before she went to school.
Her mother seemed to spot the homework spread across the dining table as Alya was holding a writing utensil to write the answers to her homework. Alya, though, wasn't even paying attention to what was in front of her. The woman who is supposed to be her mother looks almost like a carbon copy of her actual mother. An older-looking Alya with dimples, slightly tanned skin. Some lines in her face show that she smiles more often than not. Unlike Alya, she has more cat-like eyes, unlike Alya, who has natural-looking doe-like eyes. Unlike her mother from her other reality, though her eyes were dark green like Alya's current ones, and her hair was light green.
Her father looked almost unrecognizable compared to how her looked in the other world. Her father, when he was alive, was 5'7", with a crooked nose from his time doing sports, breaking his nose and not having it properly reset. Tanned skin on his arms from driving a truck, dirty blonde hair, and hazel eyes. This man thought he had none of those traits. He has a straight nose and pale skin, with no blemishes, not even a hint of a tan. Then his eyes, although recognizable, were wholly different from his hazel eyes as they were now golden and with rusty red hair, just like what Alya currently had as well.
They do look like her parents, though their concerned expressions bring forth memories of her youth from her world and memories from this world. She supposed that she could act naturally and refer to them as her parents in this world as well.
"Sweetie, did something happen?" (Mom)
"I..." (Alya)
Well, she can't just go telling them that she possesses their daughter and is, in a way, puppeteering a past alternate version of herself.
"I... realized that the person I was becoming was someone Grandpa would not be proud of." (Alya)
She wasn't able to hold their gaze. So she had forced herself to look away and to her homework with a downcast expression. She may be an open book, but she can at least emulate emotions she should be feeling.
"Oh, sweetie." (Mom)
Coming over, she wrapped her arms around Alya's shoulders in a gentle but firm hug as her father also came over and placed his hand on her head.
"He was and will always be proud of you. You were his little strawberry." (Dad)
Hmm, Alya had to dig through her memories, but being referred to as a fruit or a kind of fruit was a form of endearment in Japan when it comes to grandkids. That thought stopped, though, as she felt tears stream down her cheeks. What? Okay, she can emulate emotions, but crying is not something she can force to happen. She dug through the feelings she was feeling, and that's when she placed it. His hand was like her father's hand.
It took her a while to calm down her emotions, her eyes slightly puffy from crying.
"So who came by today?" (Dad)
Alya was leaning back with a damp towel over her eyes to reduce the redness of her eyes.
"Class president, he volunteered to bring me my homework, and he was also nice enough to give me a copy of his notes from class." (Alya)
"Oh, that's sweet of him. You should invite him over for dinner sometime. We would love to meet the person who was willing to treat you so well." (Mom)
Do they think that they were dating?
"I asked him to tutor me since he is on the higher end of all of our classes, so he might be over sometimes to help me study." (Alya)
"You know, we could just have you go to cram school." (Dad)
"I am not up to the same level as everyone else because I don't understand the prior parts. I asked him for help with what we had already taught. Cram school teaches new things; it doesn't review what I already know." (Alya)
"Honey, Alya knows what she needs to do. She did inherit her clever nature from you, just trust her judgment this time around." (Mom)
Good job, Alya could tell from his look that he wanted to protest her getting tutoring from a teenage boy around the same age as her.