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This is the story of Celestia Ludenberg, the Super High School Level Biker Gang Leader. Her renowned Biker Gang, the Red Ace’s, is known throughout the entirety of Japan, and she is known to rule it with an iron fist. Her first day at Hope’s Peak Academy, the prestigious High School for ultra-talented students with Super High School Level skills, was met with a sudden turn for the worst when she lost consciousness. Upon waking, she wondered the halls and found herself in a gymnasium with a colorful cast of characters, all staring at her.
“Well I guess I was wrong about 15 being the stopping part”, spoke a red-haired man with a goatee dressed in what looked like beach attire, swimming shorts with shells printed on them and a tank top.
“I p-p-predicted there was one more, but no one was listening to me!”, stuttered a girl with long braids and sporting an ankle length skirt with a blazer.
Finally, after the barrage of comments, a girl in a knee-high, red skirt and a black button up buttoned all the way to her neck with a red tie dangling down walked up, meeting Celeste face to face.
“Hi! We were just getting to know each other, usually, I’d totally give you a citation for being late, but given the situation, I’ll let ya off with a warning. Empathy is totally moral!” She punctuated what she no doubt considered an extreme kindness with a wink. “My name is Junko Enoshima! They call me the Super High School Level Moral Compass, I sorta have a knack for maintaining order! I was even made hall monitor at all my past schools just because of how people fall in line when I tell ‘em to! How lucky this world is that I am role model for all those who look up to me!”
“I see…You are all my classmates for this school year. My name is Celestia Ludenberg, and I am the Super High School Level Biker Gang Leader. Perhaps you have heard of the Red Ace’s?” Celestia asked, attempting to get a bead on the girl in front of her.
“Hmm….Never heard of them. But a gang, that’s uber immoral! Disband at once!” Junko spoke with authority as if the Prime Minister himself gave it to her while pointing an accusatory finger at Celestia.
Celeste couldn’t recall when she was last spoken to like this. Such abruptness and presumed authority. She couldn’t resist but chuckle. “Hehe, I shall not be doing that.”
“Give it time and you’ll realize I’m right! They always do, hehe. But anyway, the rest of us have been giving introductions to everyone else. You might as well get to it!” Junko gave Celeste a slight pat on that back and walked her over to the leftmost individual, a boy in a brown hoodie that comes slightly past his hands and some grey sweatpants with a massive ahoge as a hairstyle.
“Your name was Makoto, I remembered! Friendship is totally moral! Anyhow, this is Celestia. She’s mingling with everyone else and I’d thought I’d at least start her off with someone. You two get along now!” With a turn and a wave, Junko walked off, leaving Celestia alone with this Makoto individual.
“I’ve only known her for about 10 minutes, but introducing me to someone like that and then walking off seems exactly like what Junko would do. My name is Makoto Naegi, and I guess you want to know my talent. As embarrassing as I find it, I’m the Super High School Level Fanfiction Author.” The boy said, scratching the back of his head, his cheeks pink. “It was just a hobby, but then the scouts found my stuff, and here I am! I honestly feel totally out of my league.”
“As you should. It was absolutely Smutty trash, undoubtedly. I know your kind, unprofessional literature is the bane of the community. Bow before you literary superior, Byakuya Togami, the Super High School Level Writing Prodigy” Spoke a man with blonde hair in a white button-up shirt and a grey cardigan with matching pants, the apparent stripes on the cardigan are, Celeste is now noticing, sentences written in small font.
“Togami, like the author of ‘The Hidden Truth’ Togami? I’ve written fanfics about your work before, but they were taken down by your lawyer…” Makoto looked at the man with a slight tinge of disappointment as if reliving the moment.
“Yes, and I instructed them to take down any such dribble they find online. My works are perfect, I need no help from wannabe’s like you” claims Byakuya.
“Hey, that isn’t cool!” Makoto said, his voice slightly louder
“You see, that’s why I’m glad I don’t write in English. Too much noise surrounding literary nerds.” A girl in a sweater spoke up, a stylus was placed above the ear. “My name is Aoi Asahina, and I’m the Super High School Level Programmer. And every time I see traditional writers bicker like this, I only double down on never typing anything other than in script.”
Celeste, no longer interested in the budding rivalry between the established author and the fan, moved on to another cluster of people, three people talking peacefully. The rotund man in a basic brown school uniform was the first to speak upon seeing Celeste approaching them.
“Ah, the sharply dressed 16th student approaches! Greetings, mysterious one.” He spoke with an excited voice “It has been established we are classmates, so I shall introduce myself. I am Hifumi Yamada, and I have captured the heart of Lady Luck herself, and have therein been dubbed the Super High School Level Lucky Student. She was surely struck by my devilish wit and charm” He pushed up his glasses with the last few words.
“My name is Celestia Ludenberg, the Super High School Level Biker Gang Leader. It is…A pleasure.” Celeste was slightly hesitant to introduce herself to the hefty set and offputting man but did so out of common courtesy.
“My name is Kiyotaka Ishimaru! I am the Super High School Level Detective, for I place the law above all else! If you break it, you will have me to deal with. And by that, I mean the proper judicial proceedings after I discover your fiendish plot!” The man in what looked almost like a police uniform all but screamed. “I would ask that you not touch anything you don’t have to, as there is a slim possibility that this is a crime scene.”
“And what crime has been committed here?” Spoke Celestia, a hint of detachment for a figure representing the police in any way.
“A 16 person kidnapping! I recall coming to this school, but nothing else. If this is a kidnapping, then lady justice will need cooperation from all of us to preserve this crime scene.” Instructed Kiyotaka
“I p-p-predict that we all die. They brought us a-all here to kill us. A gruesome death is in all of our futures!” Shakily asserted the girl with ponytails.
“And who are you to predict such a grim fate for us? If we were truly kidnapped, there are hundreds of angry bikers looking for their ruler. They won’t rest until they find me” Celestia spoke as if she was sure, but there was a slight twinge of doubt in the back of her mind. Had she been betrayed by one of her lackeys? How was she stupid enough to let her guard down?
“My name it T-Tokou Fukawa, I am the Super High School Level Fortune Teller, so you bet your ass that I’m confident in what I predict!”
“Perhaps it would be for everyone’s best interest if you kept such a prediction to yourself” The monster of a girl apparently listening in to their conversation chimed it. “It causes panic, and panic solves nothing. In a battlefield scenario, panic can throw a well-disciplined army into disarray. My apologies for interrupting. My name is Sakura Oogami, the Super High School Level Soldier. I felt it my duty to discourage such talk”
“I agree, we have to keep morale up!” From behind the massive woman was a much smaller one in a flashy blue skirt and a pink top. “My name is Chihiro Fujisaki, the Super High School Level Idol. I can sing you a song if you need to keep morale up!”
“I bet ya 50 big ones that she’s the first one to eat someone. The cute ones can never be trusted.” A man with giant hair in a loose fitting shirt 10 feet away attempts to whisper to a red-headed boy. “Oh, did you hear that? Sorry! My name is Yasuhiro Hagakure, the Super High School Level Gambler. I win one hundred percent of my bets thirty percent of the time!”
“Dude, that’s not cool to say that stuff in front of girls.” The red-haired boy in beach attire, who the gambler tried and failed to whisper to, says. “My name is Leon Kuwata. I’m the Super High School Level Swimmer, but really I just like hangin’ out on the beach!”
“Hey, it really isn’t okay to say things like that!” A blue haired girl in cleats and an outfit fit for rough outdoor play spoke up. “Hi. My name is Sayaka Maizono, I’m the Super High School Level Baseball star.” She smiled and tilted her head, and then went back to glaring at Yasuhiro “I know how much it sucks to get picked on for being cutesy, so apologize to her right now!”
Celestia let out another chuckle at the disarray of what was happening in front of her. The idol was now hiding behind Sakura as Yasuhiro tried in vain to apologize for his passing comment about her eating people, all the while a few individuals stood alone in the distance, away from the chaos.
The Biker Gang leader decided to approach the girl with the purple hair and walked to her. “Greetings. You are one of the only ones I have not been introduced to yet, my name is Celestia, and I’m the Super High School Level Biker Gang leader. And yourself?”
There was a hesitation before she finally spoke, “My name is Kyoko Kirigiri. I am a Fashionista.” Celeste looked her up and down and could definitely imagine her in magazines, the simplistic indigo pantsuit wasn’t anything special, yet this Kyoko individual carried herself in a way that made it seem like it was the be all end all of fashion. However elegant in her appearance, her conversation left something to be desired. Seeing she very obviously didn’t wish to be disturbed any longer, Celestia attempted a dignified exit.
“Well, it is a pleasure. I’m going to introduce myself to-“As she turned to go towards the others, her head suddenly impacted with someone else’s. The girl that Celestia ran into didn’t fall but reeled back in pain.
“You idiot! Watch where you’re going.” Holding her head in pain was a girl with medium length black hair wearing an expensive looking grey dress and a silver clutch. “I should…” The girl brought her hand back, presumably to strike Celestia, and Celestia instinctively reached for a knife she keeps on her, only to find it no longer there. However, before the attack connected, a large hand was placed on the attacker's shoulder.
“Mukuro, calm down. It’s not worth it.” The hand belonged to a man in a long coat with bandages wrapped around his chest and a large pompadour was the most noticeable thing on anyone’s head.
“Whatever. I shouldn’t bother with these peasants anyway” With a scoff, the girl walked away, leaving the man in the coat alone with Celestia and Kyoko, who was watching all of this expressionless.
“I apologize, I should’ve stepped in sooner. I’m off my game today, usually, I don’t let Mukuro get that heated in the first place. Anyway, my name is Mondo Oowada, they call me the Super High School Level Martial Artist, but I really just work as Mukuro’s bodyguard. She’s a bit…High maintenance. She isn’t the Super High School Level Heir for nothing.” He bowed as he apologized, and afterward’s caught back up with Mukuro.
What a strange bunch, Celestia thought, and even stranger that others mentioned not remembering how they got here. She hoped that the headmaster would be in soon, it’s a lot easier to assert yourself as an opposition to authority once the authority presents itself. As she thought these words a noise could be heard from behind the podium on the stage.
“Puhu-puhuhu”
All other noise slowly ground to a stop, the tension in the room could be cut with a knife, Celestia thought. But the absurdity that was about to ensure couldn’t be predicted, and what happens next defied all previous expectations.