Help! I'm just an extra yet the Heroines and Villainesses want me! Chapter 177: Monday

Monday arrived the way Mondays did after significant events — slightly unreal, the ordinary schedule reasserting itself over the weekend’s residue with the blunt indifference of institutional ti.

The dining hall at seven in the morning had a different quality than any morning of the previous week.

The competition was over. The visiting academies had gone. The grounds were back to their standard configuration, the temporary venue structures already partially dismantled by the overnight crew, the essence-monitoring infrastructure at the entrance points returned to baseline.

Four academies had been here. Now there was one again.

The students who filled the dining hall carried the specific aftermath energy of people who had been through sothing collectively and were now individually processing what it ant.

Conversations were louder than a normal Monday. Tables mixed in ways that didn’t reflect usual social groupings — people who had spent the competition in adjacent stands finding each other in the breakfast line, friendships that had ford over three days still warm enough to seek out.

Patricia arrived at seven-ten with Emma and found their table already occupied.

Not by strangers this ti. By their own people — Marcus and David had gotten there first, David with his notebook closed for once, which was notable.

Timothy was beside Sarah, which had beco the default arrangent so gradually that nobody had remarked on it becoming the default arrangent.

She sat down.

For a mont nobody said anything, which was its own kind of thing. The comfortable silence of people who had been through sothing together and didn’t need to imdiately fill the space left by it.

Then Marcus said, "We won."

"Yes," Emma said.

"We actually won the whole competition."

"We did."

"Against three academies with better historical records than ours." Marcus looked at his food. "That’s not nothing."

"It’s sothing," David said. "Statistically significant deviation from expected outco based on prior competition records."

"David," Patricia said.

"What."

"We won. Just let it be that for a minute."

David considered this. "Okay," he said. "We won."

"Thank you."

They ate in the comfortable silence for another mont.

Sarah said, "Can I say sothing without it becoming a whole thing."

"Depends on the thing," Marcus said.

"Timothy caught when I almost fell on the stairs yesterday morning during the crowd exit from the coordination venue." She said it without looking at Timothy. "Just — I didn’t say thank you properly."

Timothy looked at his food with the expression of soone trying to decide how to receive this. "You don’t have to—"

"I know I don’t have to. I’m choosing to." Sarah looked at him. "Thank you."

Timothy nodded. "You’re welco," he said, simply.

Emma was watching this exchange with the expression she wore when she was filing sothing for later consideration. Patricia caught her eye. Emma looked back at her food.

"What," Emma said.

"Nothing," Patricia said.

"You were looking at ."

"I was appreciating the mont."

"You were analyzing the mont."

"Those aren’t mutually exclusive," Patricia said, which was sufficiently Emma’s own logic turned back on her that Emma conceded with a slight smile.

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Jessica arrived at seven twenty-five, which was later than her usual ti, which ant sothing had kept her.

lody noticed imdiately. "You have an expression."

"I always have an expression."

"A specific one. The one where you’ve been thinking about sothing since you woke up and you’re deciding whether to share it."

Jessica sat down and put her notebook on the table. "The Student Safety Council first eting is tomorrow."

"We know."

"I’ve been thinking about what I want to say in the first eting."

"At seven in the morning on the Monday after the competition."

"Preparation doesn’t wait for convenient timing." Jessica opened the notebook to a page that already had several paragraphs of dense writing. "The council has twelve mbers. Based on what I know about the individuals selected, there are three distinct perspectives on what the council’s primary function should be — communication channel, advisory body, or independent watchdog." She tapped the page.

"These three functions are not always compatible. The first eting is going to establish which model the council actually operates under, regardless of what the charter says it should be."

Hannah was eating her breakfast with the patience of soone who had accepted this as the texture of her mornings. "Is this your way of being excited about being on the council."

Jessica paused.

"Yes," she said, after a mont. "I suppose it is."

lody smiled. "Then just say that."

"I’m excited about being on the Student Safety Council," Jessica said, with the slight stiffness of soone for whom directness about personal emotional states was a deliberate choice rather than a default. "It’s an opportunity to actually do sothing useful rather than just observe."

"That’s all you had to say."

"It felt insufficient."

"It was sufficient," Hannah said. "We’re happy for you, Jessica."

Jessica looked at them both with the expression of soone receiving sothing that mattered and wasn’t entirely sure where to put it.

"Thank you," she said.

She returned to her notebook, but the writing she did after that had a slightly different quality — less analytical, more forward-looking.

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Thomas Crane arrived at the dining hall at seven-thirty and found the third-year section with the specific navigation of soone who had been moving through this space for two years and knew every table.

Sarah Vex was already there.

"You look better," she said, when he sat down.

"Competition helped," he said. "Having sothing specific to do, a clear objective, a result at the end." He poured himself tea from the communal pot. "The counselor said that structured challenge can be useful for this kind of processing. Apparently doing sothing hard and finishing it tells your brain that hard things can be finished."

"Did it work?"

Thomas considered the question honestly, which was sothing he was practicing. "I think so. At least for now." He looked at his tea. "I also talked to Henrik yesterday. He’s being released from the dical wing on Wednesday."

"I heard. Good."

"He wants to run a debrief session with the expedition students when he’s back. Not an official academy inquiry — just us, talking through what happened. He thinks it matters to say it out loud together rather than separately."

Sarah was quiet for a mont. "Are you going to go."

"Yes." Thomas looked at the table. "I think — I think I’ve been treating what happened as sothing to get over. Like it’s an obstacle between and being functional again." He paused. "Henrik said sothing when I visited him. He said the students who ca back from that dungeon aren’t the sa students who went in, and pretending otherwise is the actual obstacle."

"That’s— " Sarah started.

"Yeah." Thomas looked at her. "He’s right. I know he’s right. I’ve been knowing he’s right for two weeks and trying not to know it." He picked up his tea. "I’m done trying not to know it."

Sarah looked at him for a long mont with the expression she wore when she ant sothing and was deciding how to say it.

"You’re going to be okay," she said. "Not the sa as before. But okay."

"Yeah," Thomas said. "I think so too."

They ate in the comfortable quiet of people who had arrived at sothing real and didn’t need to dress it up.

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