Disclaimers: Fuck.

I don't own The Quintessential Quintuplets.

Man, I don't even own Word anymore, because fuck Microsoft.

That's why I fell off the world of Fanfiction.

Got a new laptop and apparently I have to pay for Word Document?

Ex-fucking-cuse me?

That was free on my old laptop.

What in the fucking…

Anyways, If you have no idea who I am, good.

I completely forgot what I was doing with my old fics.

Cheers!

Fuutarou blinked at the message in front of him.

Rice: ¥200

Barbecue Meal: ¥400

Udon:¥250

w/Fried Shrimp: ¥150

Fried Squid: ¥100

Fried Chicken: ¥100

Fried Sweet Potato: ¥100

Pudding: ¥180

etc.

Now this may seem like an ordinary menu he was reading off, but no.

Fuutarou tapped his finger against the floating words, before the words he tapped on lit up and he got a new message.

You have bought x1 Barbecue Meal! ¥400 was taken out of your balance.

"..."

Fuutarou's pants felt a bit lighter.

No.

More specifically, his backpocket felt lighter.

Fuutarou would have reached back to feel where he usually kept his wallet, but in his hands was already a Barbecue Meal Tray.

"..."

As Fuutarou walked towards his usual seat in the cafeteria to eat, he can hear the whispers of his fellow students.

"Uwaaa… Uesugi's got an actual meal this time…" A girl whispered among her friends.

"Going to sit alone again, I bet…" One boy snickered with the rest of his friends.

"What a weirdo… No friends or anything…" Another murmured.

Fuutarou's footsteps became heavier and heavier the closer he got to his table.

"¥400 gone… I can't believe it… I'm going crazy right…?" He thought to himself as he realized he was going to have to skip one day of lunch to make up for today's meal.

He had tried to get a refund, but there was strangely no one there to respond to him.

He looked around and it seemed no one else saw the floating words either.

What is this?

He had to double check his wallet to confirm what went on.

Sure enough, he was ¥400 short.

Fuutarou sighed as he placed his tray onto the table he usually sat at.

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Or as what you may have guessed, he would have if not for another tray crashing into his.

Fuutarou looked up to see a long red-haired female who's uniform he did not recognize.

Upon closer inspection, no not that close you pervert, he recognized some star accessories and a rather remarkable glare.

"Excuse me! I was here first! The table beside this one is open, so please move there." The girls voice rang into his head before

Fuutarou was about to respond harshly before he realized he couldn't speak.

Looking around he realized that everyone else seemed to be frozen.

A chill ran down his spine.

What was happening?

He looked back at the girl he was talking to before realizing she didn't seem to be frozen.

She stood there waiting expectantly, seemingly unaware of what was going around him.

Once again, there were floating words in front of him.

A: Respond Harshly

B: Apologize and Comply

C: Flirt

D: Put it in

Fuutarou stared at what seemed to be his options to talking to this girl.

Now a normal boy in Japan would understand that he is now in a dating sim.

However.

Fuutarou was never able to afford such entertainments when he was young, nor would he have tried in the present due to financial reasons and his need to study.

So he was unable to really fully comprehend what was going on, much less rationalize it.

He did however quickly pulled himself together as he looked at the options, at least understanding that he had to choose or he won't be able to move on.

A.

Hm.

He would normally go with this option and be done with it.

Who's he to care what a random student thinks of him?

However, there wasn't a need to be hasty. Things were currently extremely weird and it'd be best for him to not rush things.

B.

Hm.

He was here first. Why should he have to leave? This girl was clearly new here and would need to learn the rules of the cafeteria.

This was his seat.

No deal.

C.

No. Fuutarou was pretty sure this option would make the girl hate him more than option A.

D.

Put what in?

Fuutarou was stumped.

Human interactions were a pain these days.

After a few moments of thinking, he decided that he shouldn't change who he is and just go with option "A" like he already would.

He tapped the 1st option, causing the floating words to disappear before he involuntarily began speaking.

"I sit here everyday! You move!" Fuutarou responded harshly as he glared back at the girl.

"What the heck? I was going to say that anyways, but it's like my body spoke on its' own…!" Fuutarou was now extremely alarmed as the sensation of momentarily losing control had him panicking.

"What does that matter? The tables are first come first serve!" The red haired girl retorted, getting up in his face as her voice raised.

Once again, words floated in front of him as the girl stayed still, breathing and glaring at him as if she were waiting for an answer, no matter how weird that looked.

"Affection Loss: 10. ¥100 deducted."

A. Childishly get into the seat, claiming it as your own stubbornly.

B. Comply and give up your seat before sitting across the table.

C. Apologize and ask for forgiveness, complimenting her in the process.

D. Put it in.

Fuutarou stared at the words before him.

"WHAT THE HECK?!"

He was being penalized because some girl didn't like him a little less?!

He must be in hell.

A hell where he loses money every time someone didn't like him.

If that's how it is, then Fuutarou would have to sell his kidneys soon to be able to afford such expenses!

Calming down, he steeled himself as he went over the options, being sure to avoid anymore money loss.

"Alright Fuutarou. You can do this… This is a multiple choice question and you've answered thousands correctly in your time." Fuutarou mentaly encouraged himself as he looked over the options.

A.

I don't think she'll like that. Darnit… What would a girl like…?

B.

I don't think that'll be good enough…

She probably won't accept it if I just sat across from her to see her face to face…

C.

This would probably be the best option, but I don't know how to compliment a girl…

Then again, it seems whatever is happening will speak for me anyways…

D.

No.

This option scares me and I wish for it to disappear from my sight.

Wracking his brain, Fuutaoru eventually decided he'd have to go with what the game seemingly wants.

Taking a deep breath, he tapped on C.

The world returned to normal with everyone around him moving as if nothing happened again, before whatever phenomena was happening took over.

Fuutarou stared at the smaller girl before he nodded, picking up his tray.

"I'm sorry. You're right. I responded harshly because I'm not used to a beautiful girl taking my seat. By this time in the year, everyone has their own self established seats." The young Uesugi apologized with a smile he never knew he could make before taking his tray away to look around and move on.

The young girl seemed to be at a loss for words with the sudden behaviour change.

Fuutarou couldn't blame her either.

He was at a loss of words for the 180.

"OI! Weird body take over thing! How did you change moods so fast and what was that answer?!" The normally stoic boy mentally yelled before the red haired girl began to respond.

Red faced, she looked up at him before stuttering out a sentence.

"I-it's fine… You don't have to move somewhere else… The cafeteria's full so you can sit across from me…" She stammered out, timidly avoiding eye contact as her face gained a small blush, while the young boy regained control.

"Speaking of 180's, this girls pretty weak to compliments, huh?" Fuutarou thought as he nodded, taking the seat across, thankful he got to keep what's left of his waning funds.

The 2 heard whispers around them about Fuutarou sitting with the new girl.

Everyone was naturally curious as to what the relationship between the 2 were, causing the girl to become even redder in the face, unable to focus on eating.

Fuutarou decided to simply ignore her and everyone else, avoiding any conversations in case those messages appeared again.

But of course it did.

Would you like to use x1 barbecue meal?

He had to manually select to eat? What in the…

Getting over the bizarreness of things so far, keeping his cool, he just acted normal.

He was going over some of his papers, before the girl spoke up to him.

"H-hey, what are you doing?" She asked, seemingly gaining her ability to speak back.

"I'm reviewing for a test…" Fuutarou answered carefully, doing his best to not give any reason for whatever happened before happen again.

"Ohh… I can understand the uneasiness before a test… What was your grade like?" The girl asked despite having already taken the test from the boy, too quick for him to keep it away from her.

"Hmmm… Fuutarou Uesugi… You got... " The girl began before her eyes widened in shock.

"100 points…?!"

The 100 point scorer sipped his water in a very condescending way as he watched the girl get surprised over his simple test score.

"You must be really smart, Uesugi-kun! I can't even imagine getting a score that high!" The girl exclaimed before clapping her hands together with a bright smile out of nowhere.

"This must be fate! Today is a chance meeting so I have an idea…" She began, though Fuutarou knew where she was going with this train of thought.

"Why don't you teach me?" She asked with eyes full of what Fuutarou would assume to be hope, he wouldn't know with his people skills.

Once again, the options came up to him.

A. Tell her you will do anything for such a lovely lady.

B. Deny her request coldly and immediately leave.

C. Try to play off your score as dumb luck.

D. Tell her if she wants your services, she'd have to offer something else in return.

Fuutarou once again went over the options. Reading really carefully.

"Hmm… Let's avoid A. That's way too cliche for my taste…" Fuutarou thought, not wanting to send out the wrong feelings.

"B would be ideal, but I'm afraid I'd have to pay for such an answer…" The poor boy thought, his wallet already feeling heavy in a way that he didn't want it to feel.

"C would be a hard stretch… It will probably take her 1 day here before she recognized my name as the top scorer…" He glumly thought before his eyes finally drifted down to D.

Thankfully it wasn't the ambiguous "Put it in" these message boards randomly said without any context.

"D… This is the fair and safe one without having to sacrifice my character. Let's go with this one." The soon to be unfortunate boy thought as he tapped D, immediately causing him to talk against his will.

Fuutarou's body moved against his will as he reached his hand over the small table, gently lifting the smaller girls head by her chin to look up at him, facing him eye to eye as he gave a smile that he was not aware that his face muscles would allow him to do.

"I would not mind teaching you, but you'd have to offer me something in return instead…" Fuutarou's voice came out in such a way that it caused both parties involved to shiver while his hand trailed down from her face to gently caress her shoulder.

Fuutarou was internally screaming inside his head as he watched the scene unfold.

"What in the world?!" He uproared inside his mind. "That's what that does?!"

It took him awhile before realization dawned on him as to what the "D" options were meant to be.

Thank whatever god was watching over him that he did not even think to choose those options.

Wait.

He was talking to that girl. How was she reacting?

Right in front of him, the girl he was talking to had frozen, staring at him with wide eyes as her face turned the same shade of red as her hair.

She tried to stutter out something incoherent, before picking up her tray and dashing out frantically, leaving Fuutarou behind.

"..."

Fuutarou just stooed there, shocked at what he (against his will) did.

He'd have likely stood there forever if not for his phone giving him an alert, snapping him out of his stupor.

It was his dearest little sister, Raiha.

He read the message of her asking him to call her.

It took Fuutarou a while before he regained all of his senses to go to a quieter place and call his sweet sister to distract him from the horrors of what happened today.

"HEY! BIG BRO! DID DAD TELL YOU YET?!" His sister's voice blasted through his handheld, not even giving him a chance to tell her what had happened today, much less hello.

"W-what is it? What happened?" Fuutarou asked, worriedly considering how his day was going.

"We might finally be rid of our debt!" She happily sang through the phone, her sweet angelic voice soothing what was once a racing heart.

"Dad found a great part time job! This really rich family just moved in and they're looking for a private tutor!" She explained to the boy. "It'll be a fun homey place to work at! They're also paying 5 times the normal rate!"

"That… sounds suspicious…" The boy skeptically responded, especially with how his day was going.

"Well, you could also live with only one kidney" The young girl informed.

"No way." Fuutarou's voice came out seriously.

"I'm just kidding. He said they have terrible grades and I just know you can help them!"

"Wait, I never said i'd...-" Fuutarou begin before everything paused again.

"We'll finally be able to fill our bellys, huh, big brother?" His younger sisters voice sighed innocently through the phone.

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After agreeing to the job, he asked his sister what type of person he would be tutoring.

"Oh, she just transferred to your school! She's in the exact same grade as you and from what I remember… her name was…" Raiha wracked her brain as she tried to recall what the name of her big brothers client was.

"Nakano… Eatsuki?" She did her best at guessing.

"Ah, alright, I'll be sure to say hi if I see her." Fuutarou sighed.

"Okay, bro! I'll talk to you when you get home!" Raiha gave her farewells before hanging up.

"Nakano Eatsuki…?" Fuutarou thought as he got back to his seat in class.

Around him people were buzzing with excitement. No doubt gossipping about whatever was happening around.

It wasn't until his teacher called for everyone's attention that he looked up.

He was introducing the new transfer student.

The new transfer student who stood right in front of the classroom.

Red hair.

Star accessory.

Still didn't have their own schools uniform yet.

"My name is Itsuki Nakano. A pleasure to meet you all." The girl said as some text flew across from her with her name spelled out "Itsuki Nakano" for him to read.

Immediately all around him, his classmates were already talking amongst each other about her.

"Whoa, it's a girl!"

"She's so cute!"

"I heard she's also loaded!"

Great.

A rich "cute" transfer student.

And he had just tried to get her into unsavory acts.

Timidly, Fuutarou tried his best to try and salvage the situation that some unknown force had forced him into.

"H-hi there…" He weakly greeted.

The girl was almost to her seat when she saw him, locking eyes with him and then immediately turning red faced again and stammering out a hello before going to her desk and immediately having a book propped up to cover her face.

"Oh boy." Fuutarou thought to himself with a weak smile. "What do I do now…?"

The Next Day

Fuutarou walked into the cafeteria with a plan.

He was going to go straight up to Itsuki Nakano and tell her to forget yesterday's events as he was not himself at the time.

Whether or not it's that easy is anyone's guess, but it's not like he had much else to work with now does he?

When he got to the table, he noticed that it was already full.

Itsuki Nakano was sitting with 4 other girls.

"She has friends?!" The young Uesugei boy thought before his eyes made contact with hers.

The girl to her credit stayed calm, but immediately went red before awkwardly looking back down at her food.

Really now.

She can't possibly have been this effected from what he said.

One of the girls friends had turned her head back, noticing him.

It was for a brief moment, but Fuutarou swore he saw a gleam in the girls eyes, before she spoke up.

"Oh…? Were you looking for a table?" The short haired girl asked with a smile.

"Y-yes, but i'll be fine. I think I see a spot over there right now!" The dark haired boy stuttered for a moment before regaining his bearings.

"Well why don't you eat with us?" She offered, having decided to follow him as he had tried to leave before any more contact was made.

"No, I think I'll be fine, I don't want to be a bother and I think I can manage on my own."

"Why not? Don't you want to eat while being surrounded by beautiful girls?" The girl asked before she said in a lower voice. "When you don't even have a girlfriend…?"

"Wh-who said I don't have a girlfriend?!" The boy reacted loudly.

This was when the girl took a quick step to get in front of him, blocking his path.

"You're the one that's gotten Itsuki flustered, aren't you?" Her eyes made direct contact with his, causing him no slight discomfort.

"What I said yesterday was not at all what I meant for it to sound like." Fuutarou carefully answered before the girl held her hand to her face, eyes wide with a wide grin.

"Oh! So you are! What'd you say to her, you ladykiller, you?" She laughed with a playful grin, before the words floated up again.

her you don't remember.

her the truth.

her to mind her own business.

her nothing you wouldn't say to her.

"Darnit, another one of these… Can't risk losing any more money…" Fuutarou thought to himself before he read the options.

As he was going through them, he noticed something weird.

Just a little under this girl's … ahem… modesty, was another set of text.

"Oh! So you are! What'd you say to her, you ladykiller, you?"

It seems he can see the last sentence that was said in dialogue option.

However, he noticed that this girls name was at the top left.

Fuutarou's eyes widened as he recognized the last name.

Ichika Nakano

What the heck? Is this a sister?

There's no other way for them to have the same last names…

Fuutarou then looked back at the table they had just came from.

There was a girl with a very noticeable ribbon on happily talking amongst the 4.

Itsuki was watching him and her sister from afar, eyes filled with worry, but her face seemed to have regained its natural color.

Another girl was absentmindedly enjoying her food it seems, having a pair of headphones around her neck, seemingly disinterested from whatever else was happening at the table.

And the last one had some sort of butterfly hair accessory, paying attention to the one with the ribbon on.

What Fuutarou noticed?

They all seemed to have the same face and body type.

If it weren't for their choices in clothing and hairstyle, Fuutarou probably wouldn't have recognized that they were any different.

A shiver went down Fuutarou's spine as he realized what this meant.

Everything began to click.

He was getting paid 5x the rate of a normal tutor, because there are currently 5 rich transferred students who need help with their grades.

Fuutarou was going to need to get along with all 5.

As the young boys spirit began to dissipate from his body, he then remembered that he was supposed to choose an option.

Doing a skim over and not even going to bother with option D. Fuutarou decided to just tell her the truth since A would be a shoddy lie and C would just cause him to lose money.

Tapping the option, he allowed whatever force to take over as his voice came out.

"She had asked me to help her study and I had asked her for services in return." The boy vaguely answered, glad that the answer was normal and not too detailed.

"Oh? What kind of services did you ask her…?" Who he now knew as Ichika asked, her voice turning a slight bit cold.

Surprisingly there weren't any options up for him to choose.

Fuutarou guessed that maybe even whatever this system was had seen the situation as too dangerous.

Fuutarou's mind raced through whatever response he could muster as he realized that as of right now, nothing was frozen like it would be if he had to choose from the 4 options.

"T-to join a club I wanted to make…" He lied terribly.

The short haired girl stared at him for a moment, before her smile returned normally, all senses of danger and coldness having left as she spoke in her former mannerisms.

"Is that so? I didn't expect you to be the club type." She stated, amusement in her voice.

"I'm not usually, but I'd like to start for possible extra credits for my future…" The boy sheepishly smiled, feigning embarassment.

"Aw! Well how about I go try to talk her into it? I'm sure she'd love to join!" Ichika patted the taller boys back before she began moving back to her table.

"Just leave it all to Big Sister Ichika, okay~?" She winked before leaving him.

"Big sister? Aren't we in the same grade…?" Fuutarou thought.

He sat down, gathering his thoughts about the information he had just learned.

"5 students… It can't be that bad and I think I've successfully cleared up any weird thoughts about me…"

"Hnn… As long as everything cleared up, I should be fine! Everything will go smoothly and I can finally pay off my debt!"

The young boy was so focused on his own thoughts that he didn't realize someone was right in front of him calling his name.

"UuuuuUesugi-saaaaaaaaaaan!" A loud voice rang in his ears as he realized someone was right in front of his face, waaaaaaaay to close for comfort.

"..."

"..."

The Uesugi boy and the girl wearing a ribbon stared at each other before the boys mental processes caught up with him.

"WHOA! Who are you?!" The boy yelled, backing up on reflex, though he could clearly see her name.

"Hurray! You finally looked at me!" She said with a smile Fuutarou didn't recognize.

It was then that the choices came up again to Fuutarou's surprise.

She didn't ask a question as far as he knew, but nonetheless they came up.

A. "How do you know my name?"

B. "What do you want?"

C. "Oh, hey, it's been a while."

D. "I can look at you all day."

Fuutarou stared at the options.

They were all relatively normal.

A seemed redundant, he was pretty sure his name was becoming more common knowledge thanks to Itsuki or just plain anyone in this school who thought he was weird.

B was a fair question. He didn't expect for one of the other sisters to just come up to his face like that. The only issue was that he wasn't sure if the words would have him say it abrasively, which may lose him "affection points".

C was a weird one. If this girl was a recently transferred student, it's highly unlikely that they've seen each other before..

D was a no. Never again.

Fuutarou thought a bit, before he decided to go with C on the off chance that they had met before.

"Oh, hey, it's been a while, how have you been?" Fuutarou asked, which elicited a strange response from the girl.

"W-what do you mean?" She asked with an awkward smile.

One that looks so forced that even he with his lack of people skills can see through it.

"Ah, sorry, I may have been mistaken. I just felt like we had met in the past."

The girl stayed quiet for a bit, confusing Fuutarou before he heard her whispering something to him.

"Do you remember…?" He could barely hear her voice through the cafeteria, but managed to make out what she said.

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Because it was in the dialogue box in front of him.

4 options as usual.

4 weird options that he didn't quite understand.

A. Tell her you don't know what she's talking about.

B. Tell her you could never forget, as she changed your life.

C. Tell her that you remember as it was only 5 years ago.

D. Tell her her cup size.

Fuutarou's eyes repeatedly reread B and C.

Slowly it dawned on him.

He looked at Yotsubas facial expression to see it was one with a hopeful smile but cloudy eyes.

A face that he did remember seeing in the past.

Ey, that wraps things up for me here.

First Chapter and all I can say is wow.

I have no idea what I'm doing.

Had to reread a lot.

Had to replay some dating sims.

And in the end, I had to try and make things happen with a goal in mind.

Either way, I hope you enjoyed this 1st chapter to start things off!

Tell me how you feel I fucked up and then give me some fun Dialogue options you would have put in here!