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“Time to mix drinks and change lives.”

That was a phrase Hajime Hinata was so used to hearing every night for the past two years of being an underage bartender.

He entered his work still clad in his Kodaka High uniform after the longest study session of his life. Finals suck ass.

“Welcome to Val- oh Hajime, you look like you went through hell,” a woman commented on his appearance, “Exams, I’m guessing?”

“Yeah… it does feel like that,” the student replied. “My school demands too much from their students to be honest. Being a prep school and all that…”

“Heh, don’t worry too much about it,” Hajime went behind the counter and donned an apron, “I’ve seen your grades, you’re gonna pass this exam.”

“It’s really not about passing, more so acing it. I need a good paying job to help me and my dad. Instead of barely being able to pay rent and expenses, even with me being a working student.”

“Oh, I know how that feels. So speaking of jobs, do you know what kind of career you’ll pursue?” she looked at him in curiosity, “Quick tip: don’t study anything that you don’t enjoy.”

“Yeah yeah. Everyone says that. ‘You won’t last long doing something you hate’, ‘You’ll hate yourself for picking this job or that job,’” he waved her off, “You don't have to repeat them. And I don’t know yet. Maybe I’ll get an offer midway through college or something.”

“I know it sounds annoying, but trust me,” the woman insisted. “I’m speaking from experience here, don’t limit your freedom in choosing which job you want. Pick whichever you’re interested in.”

“Whatever you say, senpai. Right now, I’m interested in surviving.”

That was Julianne Akaei, his avid-smoking co-worker. Calling her Akaei or Jill is fine. But do not call her Julianne, big chance she’ll give you a stink eye and most likely ruin her mood. Her twin brother only told him a vague explanation why but never the full context. Bullying, supposedly.

She’s a half japanese, half french woman in her late twenties with jet black hair and wearing her bartender uniform. She often has an indifferent expression on her face and maintains a cool aura around her.

“Where’s Boss?” Hajime asked.

“She went to a board meeting about JTC bars getting canned. Hopefully we don’t get included in that.” She walked towards Hajime and patted his head, “Then again, we do have the Star Bartender in our employment, so we’re probably fine.”

“Hey! Watch it!” he swatted her hand as she chuckled at him, “Wait, where’s Gil-senpai?”

“Your giant cowlick just never goes down does it?” he ignored that question, “Gil’s still on vacation with his girlfriend in Panama, he’s coming back next week. So it’s pretty much just the two of us until Boss returns.”

“Oh yeah, now I remember…”

Before they could continue their conversation, the entrance door opened. They both looked and saw a familiar face enter the bar.

Minato Naegi, father of two radically different children and the nicest patron the bar ever had. He was ridiculously average and never seemed to not radiate like an afternoon sun.

“Welcome to Valhalla, Naegi-san.” the boy smiled to see one of his regulars. “You’re pretty early tonight.”

“Ahaha, I just got out of work earlier.” the smiling man walked to the counter and sat down in front of Hajime. “Can I have my usual drink?”

“One Moonblast coming right up.”

Hajime got to work. First he pulled out a bottle of Adelhyde and poured four ounces in the shaker. Then, he poured a half-ounce of Bronson Extract and Flanergide to add some spice and bitterness.

Next was adding an ounce of Karmotrine into the mix. Finishing up by closing the cap and blending the liquid with the precision and grace of a professional.

He grabbed a glass and poured the drink elegantly.

“Here you go.”

“I really do wonder how you make mixing a drink so mesmerizing, Hinata-kun,” he grabbed the glass and took a sip, “Still the same perfect blend and flavor, thank you.”

“Dunno what you’re talking about Naegi-san, I’m just mixing it like Akaei-senpai or any average bartender would.” he waved off the compliment.

“I don’t think any average bartender could blend a drink as perfect as yours,” the man continued to bombard him with compliments, “The cocktails you make are on a whole ‘nother level compared to others, heck, even your grace and movements could be used as a hypnotic tool.”

“Gotta be honest. I don’t really think I’m that grea-” he got smacked upside the head, “Ow!”

“Can you learn to take a damn compliment already?” his senpai demanded, “It’s so annoying when you’re so humble but clearly the best mixer out of all of us here!”

“I’m not that good though...” Jill readied another smack, “Wait, wait, wait! Maybe I am decent… I mean good! Good! Please don’t hit me again, it friggin’ hurts…” his arms were attempting to block the hands from hitting his skull.

They both paused when laughter came from their client. Jill bowed her head and calmly walked back to her spot on the counter. Both sported back their professional face.

“You kids really act like you’re siblings, you know that?” the man jested, “The two of you remind me of my own kids, just with a big age difference.”

“I apologize for that Naegi-san,” Hajime cleared his throat, “I’ll make it up to you with another drink.”

“It’s fine really, but I will take you up on that offer,” Minato thought for a bit then decided, “Well, can I have a Bad Touch?”

Jill’s eyes bursted open at the request. He can see that her professional facade was cracking again. ‘How does she find this amusing or even remotely funny?’

“Alright, a Bad Touch,” Hajime glanced back again at his senpai who was trying not to burst out laughing. ‘Seriously… everyone I work with is a weirdo to some extent…’

He pulled out a clean shaker out of the shelf and started to carry out his job. ‘ An ounce of Bronson Extract, two tablespoons of Powdered Delta and another ounce of Flannergide.

Add two ounce of Karmotrine, and a finishing touch of crushed ice. Mix well and voila.’

Grabbing a glass and pouring the green liquid inside. “One Bad Touch served.”

“Thank you Hinata-kun,” the man sent worried glances at Jill and wondered for a bit if the other bartender was okay but dismissed the thought, “I can’t believe someone actually named a drink ‘Bad Touch’... In any case, this is still a good cocktail.”

“Right?! *ahem* Right? Why would s-someone do that?” a bewildered Jill asked.

Another customer went in. This time it was one of Jill’s regulars. A buff police woman with short blue hair in a bob. Sei Asagiri was her name, if he recalled correctly. She went and sat down in front of Jill.

‘Good, at least that’ll keep her distracted from her atrocious humor.’

“So, how’s the family, Naegi-san?” he started up the small talk, “are Makoto-kun and Komaru-chan doing well?”

Having Minato as a customer for almost a year let him see a peek into his homelife. The man has already described his family as being ridiculously average like himself. Despite that, Hajime found it quite interesting to know people like the Naegis. They’re so damn normal that they stand out.

“Thanks for asking,” the man cannot stop his politeness sometimes, “They’re doing pretty well. Schoolwise, Komaru could use more studying while Makoto’s grades never go above or below a ‘B.’ At home, they’re livelier than ever, being teenagers and all that. Makes Fuuka scratch her head more frequently.”

“Sounds like fun. But... a pain at the same time.” He bluntly commented on it.

“It could be. A few weeks ago, Makoto was chasing Komaru for taking his bag of chips. They passed by the living room and Makoto accidentally slipped and crashed into the TV.”

Hajime showed a pitying expression. “That must’ve sucked.”

“Luckily, Makoto was completely unharmed. Although, I had to go to the store and buy a replacement. Had the kids clean up the residue glass and carry out the old one as punishment.”

“Damn, that’s pretty lenient. How often do these types of accidents actually happen?”

“Oh, a bi-weekly basis.” Hajime was questioning how Minato was even surviving… his wallet must hate him.

The bartender did feel a little bit envious of them. Not to say that his dad wasn’t lively, but having an entire happy family doing shenanigans together made him feel like he was missing out.

The Naegi patriarch downed the rest of his drink and exhaled loudly.

“Well, I’m just about done here for tonight. I have quite the long day tomorrow, so I need to get going,” Minato rose up and smiled at Hajime, “See you next time, Hinata-kun.”

“Please come again.” Hajime said while waving at the man.

He pondered over his last conversation. It wasn’t like him to be jealous of families of all things. True that his home life wasn’t the most joyous, but that doesn’t mean he disliked it. His dad can be pretty caring.

Despite that, seeing how the Naegi children were being treated made his heart ache. To this day, he mulled over the idea of his parents not despising each other and having a normal family.

Sadly, life never goes the way you want it to.

His body shuddered when he felt a gaze land on him. He noticed that his co-worker was staring at him.

“Oi kouhai, mind serving my friend for a bit, I forgot to check if those cats dislocated the antenna on the roof again.”

“Why don’t I go check myself?” Hajime snapped out of his trance and asked.

“Hajime… for the past two years you’ve worked here, not once have you fixed the antenna properly,” his senpai pointed out, “To be fair, we haven’t really taught you how to, but I don’t care. Plus I don’t want another repeat of last ti-.”

“F-Fine! Fine… go ahead. I don’t want another one either. Just saying, I’m not the one to fully blame for that.” he glared at her and returned to his default snarky self.

“Is that animosity I hear? Not that you can really say anything about it,” she flicked his cowlick, “Be back in a few.”

Her shoes clicked against the cement flooring. She pulled the door handle and entered the staircases. After she disappeared, Hajime faced his client clearly looking interested in that interaction with his senpai.

“You get along really well with Jill-san don’t you?” Asagiri-san commented, “I feel like you have the same chemistry that she has with her pseudo-sister.”

“Should I be happy about that or worried?” Hajime nervously asked, “Actually scratch that, I’m worried.”

“Aw, you shouldn’t be, Jill-san is a great person! Though... she can be a bit abrasive at times,” she toned down her volume, “She’s still honest and very kind-hearted.”

“I feel like I’m the exception here. I haven’t really seen her being all that ‘kind-hearted,’” he pointed out using his fingers as exaggeration.

The bartender tried to recall any instances where she was remotely sympathetic with him. None really came to mind. All she’s done was tease him and berate him. Maybe when she gave him birthday gifts. Or… he was just too fucking dense.

“She treats you like an older sister would.”

“...”

“Jill-san saw the troubled expression you had and helped.” Asagiri-san added more evidence, “She asked you to serve me drinks here instead of sending you upstairs where you can potentially worsen your mental state.”

‘Shit, she’s right. She could be chatting with her good friend here but chose to do some mindless chore. Or maybe she just doesn’t trust me at all cuz of last time.’

“Maybe you’re right about that. Maybe...” the teen was still in denial about it, “A-Anyways, would you like another drink?”

“Oh sure, can I have a Bloom Light please?” she readily took the offer.

Hajime took that as a sign to get back to his craft. He grabbed his third clean shaker of the night. This time, taking his ingredients from the ‘aged’ compartment.

He added two ounces of Adelhyde, a spoonful of Powdered Delta, an ounce of Flanergide and one-and-a-half ounce of Karmotrine. The teen cracked some ice and stirred the drink with graceful perfection. Afterwards pouring it into a vintage glass. No spills were made.

A sound of clapping came near the entrance. A man sporting a white fedora and suit walked towards the counter. Koichi Kizakura, in all his mustache and goatee glory, sat down next to the policewoman. The Hope’s Peak Academy’s scout grinned at him.

“You look like you’re putting on a show with those fancy moves there kid,” Koichi said, “Why not start lighting the drinks on fire while juggling knives shirtless next time?”

“...I don’t think I will Kizakura-san, seems kinda dangerous don't ya think? And why do I have to be shirtless? Can I not just mix drinks like a regular bartender?”

“Oh humor me sometimes kid, being cynical only makes you a stick in the mud,” the man insisted, “And nobody, and I mean nobody, likes them.”

Hajime rolled his eyes as a response. Not like he cared about being one. Cynicism has helped him a great deal in his life. From dealing with annoying classmates to ignoring/judging the hell out of weirdos on the streets.

Even handling some of the interactions(drunken stupidity) of his regulars, especially the one he was dealing with at the moment.

“Still saved my ass a bunch of times so I’ll keep at it.”

“*sigh* Do what you want kid, just don’t blame it on me when it comes back to bite your ass,” he took off his hat, “Anyways, I’ll take my usual.”

Hinata went auto-pilot for this one. Considering the amount of time Kizakura spends in the bar per week, aka literally being there every night when it’s open, he didn’t need all that much focus.

“Sorry for ignoring you Asagiri-san, since I have to deal with this drunkard,” he pointed at the man responsible for 50% of his ordered drinks, “How’re Hoshii-san’s injuries?” 

“It’s been healing pretty well, she’ll be able to move without the sling by next week,” she sipped her drink, “This tastes much better than Jill-san’s, no offence to her work.”

“Let’s just hope she didn’t hear that,” he said while mixing up Kizakura’s cocktail, “Even if she did, she wouldn’t lay a finger on you.” ‘Or couldn’t to be exact.’

“I suppose you’re right about that.” Asagiri-san stared down at her drink.

“Going back on Hoshii-san. Any news about her attacker?” he asked.

“The assaulter got fined 400 thousand yen and sent to jail for a year for attempted murder and robbery.”

Hajime gave her a quizzical look. That was a very tolerant ruling of the judge to allow a criminal who attacked a VIP in her own home. He wasn’t as close as Jill was to Asagiri and Hoshii, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t call bullshit. Did they not hire their best lawyers?

“I’m surprised he wasn’t sentenced for life considering he attacked a daughter of a CEO.” 

“Turns out that man has friends in high places.” her tone sounded bitter as she glided her finger on the rim of the glass.

Again, in Hajime’s opinion; Bull. Shit. Then his other client spoke.

“Connections can go far in terms of leniency in the court of law,” Kizakura interjected, “I’ve seen some Yakuza leaders and high-profile criminals go unpunished ‘cuz they managed to ‘persuade’ the judges.”

“Justice can never be served properly, can it?” he paused then slid the man his Fringe Weaver.

“Unless they’re caught with their pants down by ten witnesses. No,” Koichi laid his chin on his hand and his drink with the other, “And even then, those same ten can be bought off.”

“Corruption runs far in the current system, Hinata-kun,” the blue-haired woman slumped her shoulders and sighed, “Unless we rebuild it from the ground up, nothing can really be done. Doing my job properly is all I can do.”

Mood certainly sunk. But then like a metaphorical hero, Jill came back from the roof. The back door squeaked open and abruptly got shut. Hajime moved aside while Jill reclaimed her spot.

“What’s gotten you people down?”

“Apparently, the judge was very lenient at Hoshii-san’s attacker. Man only got a year of jail time instead of the usual ten.” Hajime reiterated.

“Oh yeah... that bullshit...” she grumbled.

“We can’t do anything about it now. The judge already made the ruling,” Asagiri-san said, “Let’s just be happy that Sutera-chan is recovering well.”

“Can’t complain about that.”

Their conversation devolved into more lighter topics. Things like gossip around the city, which celebrity’s acting on this new blockbuster or Kizakura’s alcohol issue. That last one was brought up constantly but the scout waved their concerns off each time.

Hajime started to drift off in his own thoughts. He still made sure to give his takes if asked but otherwise tuned out their exchanges.

Worries about his future began bubbling up once again. His old man and him were certainly far from being well off. Barely sustaining their lives at the moment.

Their financial problem started when his parents got divorced. Only being seven years old, he hadn’t been able to comprehend the repercussions. His dad fought tooth and nail to gain full custody of him.

From what he can recall, his dad recorded some footage of his mother abusing him. Perhaps he got some of their past neighbors to be witnesses. His mom never paid attention to her volume.

And it really wasn’t all that pretty before that. Constant fights were ever present in the Hinata household. Furnitures smashed, bruises inflicted, mental health degraded. He never figured out how his parents actually got together. They were both toxic and revulted each other.

Fortunately, their lawyer won them the case. His old man gained full custody and the hag got sent to prison.

The divorce certainly did more good than harm. But without their second source of income, things got rough. His father was forced to take on two jobs. Additionally, him being afflicted with an alcohol problem magnified their money dilemma.

Beer bottles were scattered around an apartment that wasn’t made for two people.

This issue continued but one unforseen positive result came out of it. He uncovered his talent for mixology due to his dad offhandedly suggesting that he ‘wanted something fancier.’ So the next day, he bought cocktail ingredients. 

Sure, throwing money into ingredients rather than full bottles made things a teeny bit easier on their pockets. It also made their place much cleaner too.

By age twelve, he could already mix and blend most complex drinks. Though, mistakes were basically prohibited unless he wanted to waste money. Efficiency and precision were key; so, his skills flourished.

Gladly, he only ever made two errors in total. And that was when he was still learning how to shake properly and pour into jiggers. Compliments from his dad came by more and more once he got used to it.

He knew that feeding into his dad’s addiction wouldn’t help later on, but he cooked up a plan. Since he was the one providing the drinks, he could also limit it. So that he did.

His life took another turn when his dad got into a car accident.

Being fourteen at the time meant that he couldn’t legally get a job. His relatives wouldn’t dare help his dad because of some drama that happened. He had to take action.

Payments needed to be paid or the worst was to come. Thus he did what any reasonable kid would. Find a job.

Yeah... he wasn’t really the brightest but it paid off.

In one of the days he was job hunting, he got reported to the police for falsifying his resume and age. An officer recognized him while he was buying a can of soda from a vending machine. A chase happened but once he managed to wriggle out of the officer’s sight, he took a turn by a sketchy alley and found an open door.

To reiterate, he wasn’t the brightest. Going into a random building, in a random alley despite what adults told him beforehand. What he wasn’t ready for was the place being a bar.

He was slightly concerned that the owner and employees forgot to close and lock the door, but right now he was marveling at the amount of drinks, ingredients and equipment they had.

From the most low-priced liquor to the more costly booze, his eyes were darting from each bottle of alcohol on the shelves. This was his heaven.

Never in his life had he seen an actual bar being a minor and all that. Then, an itching sensation overcame the teen. He had to try and make a drink. 

The logical part of his mind was screaming not to do this very legally-questioning act he was about to perform, but his emotions reigned supreme.

Two hours flew by without his conscience, the sun already set and he was having the time of his life.

Eventually, someone else went in.

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~Flashback~

“What the hell is a kid doing here?” a woman asked herself, intrigued, “How did he even get in?”

Hajime hasn’t noticed she entered, being too engrossed in mixing. He was currently making a Zen Star. It was a drink that required the same amount of ingredients all around; two ounces each of Adelhyde, Bronson Extract, Flanergide Karmotrine and two tablespoons of Powdered Delta.

All on the rocks and mixed well, strained afterwards into a stemless glass. The result was a remarkable blue fizzing liquid ready to be consumed.

The woman was astonished by the skill carried out by the brown-haired boy. From the jigger pouring to the ice cracking, she couldn’t take her eyes off.

His hand grabbed the glass and he took a swig. Swallowing the drink with a satisfied expression, the boy exhaled in delight.

That was a first for the woman, seeing someone content after drinking a Zen Star; one of the most bland and sour drinks ever created. Wait, did the kid just drink alcohol?

“It’s illegal to drink underage y’know?” she finally gained his attention. Like a deer caught in headlights, he simply stared at her until the realization sunk in.

Hajime panicked on what to do, almost dropping the Zen Star from his hands. His mind worked overtime to try and explain why he trespassed into private property, used their equipment to make cocktails and drink alcohol.

“Um… u-uh. I-I…” the teen couldn’t form words out of his mouth.

“Pass me the drink,” that caught him by surprise, “I wanna try it.”

Not having a reason not to, he laid the glass on the counter for her to take. A bead of sweat dripped down his face when the liquid touched her lips.

Moments passed and she bore a dreamy expression. Every gulp reminded her of the best of times in her life. Winning the national championship, celebrating last New Years Eve with her closest friends, getting into a new relationship; all those things combined hit her like a truck.

The woman hadn't realized that the glass was now empty. Her vision felt off and blurry, she reached out to her eyes and felt liquid. She was tearing up.

“Are you alright?” the boy now rid of his panic asked her gently with concern present on his face. He reached down the counter to give her a napkin. She took it immediately.

“It’s really not like me to cry like this,” she wiped her eyes while snorting in mucus forming in her nose, “The hell did you even put in that drink?”

“The ingredients for a Zen Star...?” he felt like that was a trick question but still answered with full honesty.

“Seriously?” she was dumbfounded, “You made a Zen Star this good? How many times did ya practice making it?”

“Oh, this is actually the first time I made one,” he said straight-faced, “My dad says it’s a waste to make, too many components used.”

She simply stared at the teen for that.

“My god kid… you might have some talent…” then, an imaginary lightbulb lit up in her head “Hmm, I think we should test this out.” she pointed to the shelves and cabinets, “Use anything you need.”

“Wait, you’re just gonna let me? I can use the equipment and everything? You’re not gonna report me for trespassing? Why are you letting me do this? Is this some sort of test?

“Damn kid, you gotta breathe,” she ordered him, “There’s no test and I'm not reporting you. Don’t worry about it, I own this place. And now, I wanna see you in action.”

He didn’t sense any mal intent or deception from her. Either she was insanely good at fooling people or she was telling the truth. He gave her the benefit of the doubt.

Perhaps she was simply very impulsive and carefree. Not that he can tell much from this confrontation so...

He got to work.

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~Present~

At the time, he didn’t realize what it would result in. But in the future, it gave Hajime a place he would sooner call his home rather than his dingy and tiny apartment.

He laughed at the thought, having to convince Boss to hide him from the officer chasing him was easier than he thought.

Another thing he didn’t expect was asking for employment and being accepted instantly once he revealed his situation. Bless her for being kind-hearted and understanding. Though, it partly might’ve been his latent talent.

It didn’t take him long to get used to working there. His co-workers were nice people. Gillian being the cool dude and his sister Jill being a pain in the ass but very caring.

He respected them both greatly to this day. They welcomed his presence pretty well in fact. Teaching him the ropes on how the bar works, the shifts, the turns for cleaning, etc.

The only thing that was remotely unwelcoming was an offhand comment Jill made about how they’re ‘accepting children as employees now.’ Imagine her surprise when he first made a cocktail in front of her. He had unintentionally showed her up in front of her best friend.

She wasn’t happy about it but accepted their skill gap.

Soon afterwards, he got to pay for his dad’s hospital bills. And things mostly returned to normal. Mostly. His old man can only work one job now. So, he continued his bartending work.

He got way less sleep but hey, sacrifices needed to be made to have a roof above your head.

“Hajime, stop sleeping on the job, your customer wants another drink.” Jill snapped him back to reality.

The teenage bartender noticed that Asagiri-san had left for… something. He wasn’t paying attention at all. Kizakura was mocking him. Bastard...

“H-Huh? Oh right…” he grabbed a clean shaker and paused, “Um, senpai, which drink does he want?”

“Do you not listen?” his colleague scolded while the scout snickered, he’ll get back at him, “He wants a Piano Man. Also, I’m gonna take my break now.”

Hajime scurried before Jill lambasted him again. His colleague walked off to the exit, leaving him to deal with a jackass.

Just for spite, he added the ingredients necessary for a Piano Woman instead. He’d have to pay with his own pocket if Kizakura doesn’t drink it but it was worth the risk.

All aged one ounce of Adelhyde, an ounce of Bronson Extract, two tablespoons of Powdered Delta, three-quarters of Flanergide and a half-ounce of Karmotrine.

“Here.” Hajime slid a glass filled with a very similar-looking liquid to the Piano Man.

“...Hey kid, this isn’t what I ordered.” he said, recognizing the difference after one sip.

“Is it not? Oh my bad.”

“...”

“...”

“Are you really not gonna fix it?”

“Nope. Don’t plan on it.”

“Really gonna treat your favorite client like this? That’s bad for business y’know?” Kizakura complained.

“You’ll come back regardless.” he bit back.

“Not like I can complain, all your drinks are top notch.”

“So, now you’re complimenting me?”

“Kid, learn to take praise. Life gets easier like that.”

“I don't wanna get an inflated ego.”

“Doesn’t help that you single-handedly saved this bar from closing.”

“Don’t you own that title?”

“But it’s you that made me come back.”

“...”

“...”

“This is stupid.”

“Well, you started it in the first place. Anyways, get me a Suplex instead. I’ll leave after I finish it.” he ordered the bartender.

“Alright then…”

‘Gil-senpai’s creation… should be easy enough… two ounces of Bronson Extract, one and a half ounces Flanergide and another ounce and a half of Karmotrine. Add some rocks then shake.”

He poured the golden liquid into an old-fashioned glass. The teen set the shaker by the sink and washed his hands, then dried them up later with a clean white towel.

The two sat in silence, not bothering to bicker or complain. Hajime reached for some glasses to wipe spotless.

Squeaks from the wipes and ice clinking were the only thing heard. Classic comfortable silence reigned them.

This only happened once in a blue moon.

If he was being honest, it weirded Hajime a little bit. This was very unusual for the man in front of him. It wasn’t as if it wasn’t welcome, he was simply used to the bullshit-spewing banter he regularly got.

Then Kizakura finished his drink and spoke.

“I think I’m down for the night. Gotta start the scouting work for next year's batch.” he stood up.

“Don’t you only have like... a month before next year starts?” Hajime raised an eyebrow.

“No worries kid, I already have them located. Just gotta send the letters to the students and do some small paperwork to pass to the headmaster afterwards.”

“Are you gonna leave now?”

“Again, not good for business to ask customers if they’re ‘gonna leave now.’ but yeah, I am. And kid…?

“Yeah?”

“Here’s the payment,” he fished out his wallet, and per usual overpays him, “And here’s your letter of admission.”

Kizakura placed the letter over the bills. He stood up and casually walked off.

“What?! Hey! Don’t just fucking walk off like… dammit he’s gone,” he nearly pulled out a handful of his hair then but decided not to, “What the hell… just dropping something that could change my life and taking off without a care.”

The teen clearly didn’t know what to think. His mind was jumbled. The revelation was far too quick. The cheeky bastard planned this to happen...

On one hand, his future and survival was all but secured. Any and all graduates of Hope’s Peak Academy Main Course were set for life. There wasn’t an entrance exam, the only way to get in was to receive an invitation letter by the school’s scout or win a nation-wide lottery.

But on the other, he just couldn’t believe this was happening. He got the chance to hone his talent for three years in the best school on the planet. Bartending was always a hobby turned job he enjoyed, now he has the chance to do it for as long as he wants to.

He could be dreaming for all he cared. Hajime pinched himself for certainty.

His dad would be stoked about the news. Graduating from Hope’s Peak Academy practically guaranteed your success into society. Which meant: no more financial worries.

Would he be proud of his son? Yes, along with the fact that he would use that opportunity to spite his ex-wife in jail. Visiting her to simply shove that fact in her face.

And that doesn’t really bother the teen all that much. His mom was kind of a… bitch for a lack of a better word.

Hajime felt some stinging on his palms, not realizing that his nails were piercing through his skin, blood dripping down on both his palms.

Yeah, he needed to calm down soon before he caused himself more self-injuries.

Fortunately, his senpai returned from her break.

“You alright there, kouhai?” she looked awfully worried, “Why are you bleeding? Did you drop another glass?”

“No, it's just… I’m conflicted right now.” he pointed to the pristine, custom-made admission letter with the Hope’s Peak logo.

Hajime twisted the faucet and washed off the blood.

His hands recoiled at the prickling sensation, but he pushed through it. He turned the faucet off, wiggling his hands to remove most of the remaining water.

Then, he opened a cabinet that contained black towels to which he dried off his hands. Multiple crescent-shaped wounds were now present.

He glanced back to Jill holding the unopened letter, sporting a delighted expression on her face

“Oh my god, Hajime! I knew you could do it!” she ran up and pounced on him. Somehow turning into a bear hug and squeezing the brown-haired boy’s life out.

“What’s happening here?”

Another person entered the bar, a woman to be more specific. Hajime, Jill and Gillian’s Boss and owner of Va11-Hall-A: Dana ‘Red Comet’ Zane, former Ultimate Wrestler. Still wearing her usual button up white shirt and striped purple slacks. An ahoge was also sticking out of her white hair.

Do not underestimate this woman because of her physique, nature and gender. Some unfortunate clients have already learned the hard way.

Jill got off of Hajime and brushed the wrinkles on her uniform. “*ahem* This kid got admitted into your high school, Boss.” If Hinata wasn’t paying attention, he could’ve easily missed the slight rise of the edge of her lips.

Not that it mattered when it turned into a full-blown toothy smile. She approached him and he suddenly felt a shudder run down his spine.

With his average at best reaction time, he didn’t see Dana’s zooming arm latched onto his neck. He was forced to his knees by Dana’s headlock. Not to mention that he was now suffocating and his facial color was quickly changing.

To add more spice to it, Dana gave him some noogies.

A flash of light made him close his eyes momentarily. Once he got his vision back, he could see a very pleased-looking Jill with her phone directed at them.

“Oh man this is one to hang in display here.” she pocketed it, “Also, Boss, I think you should let go now, he’s turning purple.”

His chest collided with the cold cement. Dry coughs turned into heavy breathing as he rolled on the floor gasping for air.

“Hehe, I may have gone a little bit too far…” Dana scratched her face in nervous-laughter.

‘No shit you did! I nearly died!’

“Anyways...”

‘You’re just gonna move on?!’

She wrapped her arms around his chest and lifted him up effortlessly. Setting him straight and brushing off the dust from his clothing.

Hajime readjusted his green tie once he recovered from the near-death experience. “Boss, you realize that there were plenty of other methods to celebrate this instead of nearly killing me, right?”

In Dana’s defence, she did look somewhat flustered but she never gave much thought. Instead, she proceeded to lay both her hands on Hajime’s shoulders and stare right into his eyes.

For a second there the teen felt as if he was going to receive one of Dana’s patented finishing moves, he shuddered at the thought.

But then two things happened, her face softened into a smile and his face got slammed into her chest. The young bartender went into shock by the fact that his face was being cushioned by a pair of very soft bosoms.

“B-Bosh, wha’ da ‘ell ah’ yu ‘oing?!” he screeched while muffled by his employer’s bust.

“Your reward for getting into Hope’s Peak, that’s what! You said there’s other methods, I say this is one of ‘em!” Hajime would have never imagined in his life being rewarded by getting smothered by breasts, especially from his Boss!

It doesn’t help that out of the corner of his eye, his senpai was just there staying still and doing nothing about it. She should know if this was a typical award from her. Why is she even allowing this?! These women are dating each other for god’s sake!

Another minute of his hormones overflowing, he was finally released from a voluptuous hell.

“Can’t I get a simple ‘congrats’ next time instead?!” he cried in hysteria about it. Flailing his arms around for emphasis. He would not survive another second if he had more people like this in his life.

“Not in this building, you aren’t!” she laughed off his demands, “I’m just proud of you! Getting into Hope’s Peak by being my employee!” she playfully jabbed his right arm, not realizing the force she put in.

“OW!” he rubbed the afflicted spot.

“Shouldn’t you be excited too? I mean, you’re basically set for life now.” Jill crossed her arms and leaned her hip to the counter. 

“True, but things are happening way too quickly for my brain to properly process them.” his fingers fiddled with the edge of his apron.

“Oh, don’t be like that. It’ll sink in eventually.” Dana said.

“Boss, I don’t know if you realize but, you’re way too laid-back.”

“And, you’re too stiff! Loosen up! You’re a teenager, not an adult. You shouldn’t have to be mature for your age. You know what? Why don’t we have fun and celebrate? I’ll go order some chicken wings. Jill, you handle the drinks and snacks.” She pulled out her phone and started contacting a local restaurant, not bothering to wait for his reply.

“Don’t we have drinks here already?” Jill jerked her thumb towards the shelves of beverages they have.

“No! We gotta buy some from the store or it doesn’t feel like a party!” That... really didn’t make a whole lot of sense, but he couldn’t really cross her. She’s too boneheaded and intimidating. A really scary combo… “And take Hajime with you for help.” Of course she’s volunteering him without consent.

“Fine... kouhai, let’s go.” she walked off to the exit without waiting for him. Hinata scurried to remove his apron and catch up.

“And don’t forget to close up!”

[-x-]

‘Not gonna lie, that was pretty fun.’

Walking home from his celebration party which he would describe as ‘disorganized chaos,’ Hajime reminisced on the shit that his co-workers pulled. Downing a whole bottle of Whiskey together made Dana batshit crazy and Jill surprisingly only tipsy.

Of course, like a transformed responsible boy, he didn’t consume any. He stuck to his newly favored 100% freshly-squeezed orange juice.

Not that Dana didn’t try to coerce him to drink by threatening to cut his salary, he simply knew better.

Plus, if he did drink, he wouldn’t be in any state to go to school. Let alone have the mental capacity to concentrate because of a hangover.

It was hilarious to see Dana and Jill of all people sing their hearts out while crying to Kenshi Yonezu’s ‘Lemon.’ He knew busting out the old karaoke set was an excellent idea.

As revenge, he also took a photo that he’s likely going to send to the bar’s group chat. That included some regulars as well.

Speaking of the group chat, his boss already sent the message attached to a picture of the Hope’s Peak letter. His other senpai and a multitude of their regulars congratulated him. Still not used to the praise, he got flustered.

One of them even offered him a free erotic service for his accomplishment, but he flatly refused.

This day will probably go down as one of- if not the best day of his pretty shitty life.

Turning his life upside down in one fell swoop.

When Kizakura comes back to the bar, he wouldn’t mind crushing the man with a bear hug… that made him pause.

‘I really am being influenced by them…’

Finally arriving at his building, which wasn’t a far off walk from the bar, he pulled his keys out and entered. Not bothering to announce himself, he removed his shoes and placed them by the side.

It was your usual small japanese apartment, one bedroom, bathroom/toilet and kitchen.

Creaky wood groaned at his steps. Glancing at his passed out father on the table, hand on a semi-empty bottle, he sighed and pulled out clean clothes from his dresser. A quick shower sounded delectable at the moment. So he got on that.

Sliding the door open with as little noise as possible, his feet felt the cold touch of the bathroom tiles. He laid his garments by the sink and stripped down. Putting his nose close, his uniform reeked of alcohol and sweat.

He recoiled and lobbed it at the laundry basket. It wasn’t the best decision, since he forgot to grab his phone out. Hajime decided to leave it there for now and entered the bath.

Twisting the handle to the max, he felt steaming water on his scalp. It flowed through his skin until it reached the white floor. He grabbed the wash cloth and bar of soap and started scrubbing.

While cleaning himself off, he thought on how he was going to go about announcing the news to his dad. Would he dance around the subject or just state it bluntly?

The first option didn’t really appeal to him all that much. In this situation, how would you even skirt around the subject that is a Hope’s Peak admission letter? You can’t, period.

Only making the second one the most viable option.

Now how would he phrase it? ‘Hey dad, I received an admission letter for Hope’s Peak Academy’ wayyy too direct. ‘Yo dad, um... I kinda received this letter of admission here and…’   too casual, maybe he should just roll with it.

Being about done, he rinsed himself one last time and left the bath. Pulling the cabinet door open, he picked up a clean white towel and dried his body.

After he dressed up, he noticed that it was already halfway past four and that he wouldn’t get enough sleep. Not that he sleeps much anyways. A nap would have to do the job.

Throughout the day, excluding Sundays, he took naps whenever he could. Breaktime, Lunch, Afternoon Break, After School, he had to take advantage of what little rest he could get.

Sunday is when he recovers those missing hours by sleeping all day long. Though, his homework has to be done in advance, so… you can’t win ‘em all.

Deep grunts echoed in the apartment, guess his dad woke up. Here goes nothing...

“Hey dad, I got some big news for you.” he opened up his bag and passed the big news.

His father rubbed his eyes and froze up. Hajime assumed he noticed the elegant emblem. Then he pulled out the paper and unfolded it. His silence and straight-faced expression became one of joy and excitement.

For the nth time tonight, Hajime got put in a headlock, at least he could breathe this time. But that doesn’t make it any better!

“Hajime, you make me goddamn proud!” Tatsuya Hinata roared while ruffling his son’s hair. Smiling wide as he downed the beer bottle laying on the table. This was accompanied afterwards by a powerful burp.

“Dad! Don’t do that right next to my face! It’s disgusting!”

“Oh lay off will ya? You just got into the most prestigious school in Japan!” his dad countered, “This should call for a celebration! Think you can skip today?”

“No, not really. I got finals coming up this week,” the teen didn’t really find it alluring to party twice in the span of six hours, he needs his rest. “But, we could probably do it by the weekend”

“Shit…” he clicked his tongue, “Well, saturday night it is then.”

“Yep, just gotta be patient,” Hajime affirmed, “a week isn’t much time, you’ll get your cocktails eventually.”

“Can I at least get one? Just as a teaser?” the younger Hinata was already walking off to prepare his futon, “C’mon Hajime, don’t do me like this. Pleaseeee?” 

Outright ignoring his father’s wishes, Hajime Hinata finally got some shut eye after this rollercoaster of a night.

Chapter Text

[-x-]

“Here it is… Hope’s Peak Academy.”

Hajime was standing in front of the regarded: finest high school in Japan. Easily towering any of the surrounding buildings and radiating a suffocating aura of the Elites. He felt as if he was being crushed by simply being present.

‘How would it feel to be inside Hope’s Peak?’ he asked himself, ‘a Marianas Trench comparison wouldn’t be too far off.’

Only the best of the best in their respective fields entered this place. And apparently, he was one of them now. He was nominated as an Ultimate student. The best there was in his department: Bartending.

There was a superficial conflict between which term is better, Ultimate or SHSL. He preferred the former because the latter just sounded too hideous to even say. You couldn’t pay him to use ‘Super High School Level,’ it was such a mouthful when you can just say Ultimate.

‘Who even invented that and what were they smoking?’

He wagered that it was someone that tried to make it sound cool but in reality made it worse. And sadly, it spread and now there was a pointless war about it.

Ignoring that silliness, he didn’t feel at place being with a class filled with more useful talents than him. Yes, Hajime did some research about his future classmates by searching around some popular and frequented HPA forums online and following in on the rumors.

The Ultimate Bartender sighed. He didn't have the most practical talent out of everyone, but it was something.

From the more helpful ones like the Ultimate Nurse, U. Mechanic and U. Breeder to the more recreational ones like U. Gamer, U. Photographer and U. Musician, his class was definitely filled with diversity.

He was quite surprised when someone knew about an Ultimate Bartender being listed in. Then again, the forums’ accuracy for these were high and hardly incorrect. These people scoured the entire internet for their information.

Only six were actually name-dropped; Kuzuryu Clan’s next in line: Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu, the Miracle Manager: Nekomaru Nidai, Novoselic’s Princess: Sonia Nevermind, Black Cherry’s former vocalist: Ibuki Mioda, the Saionji heiress: Hiyoko Saionji and... himself.

Most of them were either very influential or had a huge following. The rest solely had their talents revealed and had some form of gossip on their identities. Mostly fake sounding and fictitious as all hell.

So why was he there when he was just some random bartender of some random bar in downtown Tokyo? He let the fact that he was gonna attend Hope’s Peak slip out his mouth in school. And it spread like wildfire.

Yep… regrets were definitely made...

People he has never interacted with came by and started conversations with him, his acquaintances were more glued than usual and his popularity rose through the roof. He was more glad now that he never made an actual friend in school, they’d never leave his hip. Sad but also relieving.

Everyone basically knew him and he was getting far more attention than before. His social media accounts even got a follower boost.

Eventually, his talent became known, as well as his workplace. Some of his schoolmates went so far as to visit him in one of his shifts. That was probably how his name ended up on those forums.

He honestly didn’t care if they were trying to leech off of him. What he did care about was he was barely getting a wink of sleep at all! They kept on pushing to be ‘friends’ when he was struggling to doze off.

These people wouldn’t get off his dick and let him have his beloved naps!

Fortunately, it only lasted a month before he’d escape that hell and attend Hope’s Peak so it wasn’t that bad. Unfortunately, as much as he told himself that, he really didn’t believe those words.

The teen was only starting to get his sleep back so no one better start some crap today or he might very well lose it.

Once Hajime got his nerve up, aka making himself frustrated, he finally stepped inside the gates of the Academy.

[-x-]

If the architecture on the outside was phenomenal, he didn’t know how to describe the inside. Simply put, it looked and felt world-class. He had a hunch they got an Ultimate Architect to design the layout.

Everything looks polished and prestigious. Wherever his eyes landed, it was an eye-candy. Walls? Yep. Floor? Aye. Windows? Yessir.

He should stop before he embarasses himself. Dana advised him to search for the front desk. From what she remembered and informed him, that should be… to his right.

Oh.

The receptionist was staring blankly right at him. Great…

Hajime awkwardly walked up to her while fishing out his letter from his pocket.

“Um… I-I’m here for Class 77-B’s orientation,” he was fumbling over his words while scratching his cheek, “Here’s my letter of admission, hehe…”

‘First day embarrassment, that’s what ya like to see...’ he was barely holding his internal screaming. Right this moment, he hated himself the most. Despite his worries, she took the letter without much hesitation.

“Ah, Hinata-san, the Ultimate Bartender. I’ve heard stories,” ...that was new, then again it wasn’t like he was an unknown anymore, “Kizakura-san’s talked about you quite a bit.”

“Hopefully nothing too negative.” he playfully laughed it off, trying not to curse out the hat-wearing bastard.

Speaking of which, he never got to thank the guy because he hasn’t visited the bar once. Hajime wanted to chalk it up to the scout being too occupied, except... he would never miss a whole month of booze. Man’s too addicted for that.

Over the two years of bartending, not once has he missed a whole month of liquor. A day? Hangovers can happen. A week? Sure, he might be busy. But a month? N.O.

Kizakura didn’t make himself miss out on alcohol. So… he was doing it on purpose. 

So, Hinata made it one of his objectives today to confront him in person. Ask for answers and maybe give the hug he never deserved for deserting Hajime. He won’t give this up.

“Oh, no, no, he hasn’t done that,” that caught him by surprise, “If anything, he’s been complimenting your work and accomplishments.”

Guess Kizakura wasn’t as awful as he was in the bar. Then again, he probably wasn’t as drunk here because of his work ethics. Wait, scratch that. That was a laughable theory.

“Anyhow, here’s your personal E-Handbook which includes a map of the Academy, School Regulations and Student ID,” she continued while handing him a durable rectangular tablet, “it’s your key if you chose to stay at a dorm room and additionally, the locker and changing rooms. Don’t worry about durability as it is essentially unbreakable, but I’d advise you not to lose it.”

Free tablets? No one told him about this, not even Dana. Or maybe this was recent since touch screen devices only became popular in the last decade.

“Is it usable as a normal tablet?” he asked curiously.

“Absolutely. We even installed the best high-end specs so it runs as well as the latest tech and much more.” she informed him robotically.

“Sweet.” Getting a free tablet was a big plus attending this place apparently.

“Your class’ orientation is starting in about twenty minutes, it’s taking place in the gymnasium. Your E-Handbook should direct you there. Take care.” she dismissed him without waiting for his response.

Well, better learn his lesson and not stand there awkwardly again. So he walked away with as little bumbling as possible.

Firing up his Handbook, he tapped on the icon that had an image of a map. The teen presumed it was the rectangular area that had a basketball court outline so he followed the path. A left, then a right down the hall.

Pushing the doors open, he noticed the Nurse’s Office. That would be helpful for his future classmate. A bit past it were the Toilets. Before turning right, he spotted a flight of stairs that lead to the upper floors.

Hajime opened the door and entered the Trophy Room. Tons of first place awards were displayed inside cabinets. Even a golden plated katana was there.

He ignored those for now and went inside the gym.

[-x-]

Halfway through Headmaster Kirigiri’s speech, Hajime had already given up listening. He imagined the orientation of Hope’s Peak would be different, but nope. Still the same boring old speeches with just a sprinkle of hope talk in there.

Meanwhile, a white-haired dude was gushing in front of him. Hinata leaned to a certain degree that he spotted a line of glint from his chin. Wait, was he drooling? Great… more weirdos. Hopefully, that dude was the exception.

And of course, it wouldn’t be right if the Universe didn’t mess with him.

So immediately afterwards, some girl with multi-colored dyed hair in the back started yelling and talking about how she was gonna make a banger out of… something, anything she said next was an incomprehensible mess. Optimistically, he hoped that wasn’t her singing voice.

Another dude to his right yelling about how much he wanted to ‘SHIT!’, Hajime didn’t really have the courage to tell the guy off considering how huge and muscular said person was. Bad phrasing but still, the dude was generating electricity from his eyes for god’s sake!

The person right next to him was so busy staring intensely at the back of the blonde foreigner ahead that he wasn’t noticing anything happening around him. Not even the girl neighboring the blonde who was crying took his attention. The bartender willingly left him alone.

Some chuuni sitting next to a blonde loli with a banana-looking ponytail was making a spiel on how he was reciting a dark text from some cursed ancient text while doing satanic hand patterns. Hajime wasn’t too into occult stuff, but he was 100% sure it didn’t work like that.

A tanned chick with a revealing cleavage was shaking a small chubby dude right next to her while demanding(screaming) some meat. He… doesn’t even know how that came up. Maybe he was their class’ Ultimate Cook or something. Poor guy didn’t know what to do.

The rest of them cheered and hollered or remained in silence, not bothered the least bit; with the sole exception being the red-headed girl to his left. She was at a loss and slack-jawed, he assumed she'd never witnessed or dealt with any insane human beings in her life.

He had Dana and a drunk Kizakura to thank for that. But with his latest observations on his class, it seemed the bartender had more to learn to appropriately master the act of dealing with ‘insanity incarnates.’

At least he wasn’t alone in this one. So, he decided to speak to his only probable ally, crossing his fingers he doesn’t mess this up.

“So uh.... our classmates are sorta crazy aren't they?” he said, leaning in to her. There wasn’t any point in whispering since everyone around them were basically yelling.

“Y-You can say that again,” she replied in a shaken tone, “I never imagined myself to be in this position, I mean who would?”

“Someone who had previous encounters with these types.” he answered her.

“Well, it’s my first ever one.” the girl said. ‘Right on the money.’

Then added, “With how direct your response was, I’m assuming you worked with mental institutes?”

“If you can call my part time job that, but even then, I think these people are in another realm of craziness,” he chuckled and let his eyes dart around the individuals surrounding them, “My boss graduated from Hope’s Peak and she’s pretty nutty.”

“Think it’s a trait of Ultimates?” the redhead asked curiously.

“Could be. Most Ultimates are known to have pretty deep backstories to have their talents grow and develop,” he hypothesized, “Some are even borderline or outright traumatic. As a result, they acquire pretty eccentric personalities.”

“Wow, you really did your research on them huh?” she tilted her head, “I don’t particularly consider myself eccentric, so I’m guessing I’m normal.”

“That means we're the rarer bunch here,” he nodded his head, “Not to say my life wasn’t a struggle, but I came out surprisingly ordinary.”

“Same. Though, instead of being weird, I became more independent in the household.”

“Another responsible person entering my life? How miraculous!” he announced in a mock-accent.

“What? Is everyone you know a sloth of some kind?” she raised an eyebrow.

“Nah, they just need some special help from a sensible human.” That got her to chuckle.

“Sounds like my deadbeat dad,” the bartender could hear resentment leaking from her tone, “He just loafs around the house after his labor job that he only recently got because I kept pressing and mocking him about being unemployed and unreliable.”

“Least you’re not following on his footsteps.” he tried to look on the bright side of things.

“Oh I would dread to.” she looked offended.

“That’s step one to not turn into an unreliable freeloader,” he pointed out, “step two is working towards the other way, being productive.”

“Oh I know, that’s one of my main principles,” she affirmed with a strong intensity, “and it’s definitely gonna apply here if we want to keep our classmates under control.”

“The responsible students being a limited resource… sounds like fun…” Hajime grumbled.

“Hey, you still haven’t proven to me that you’re as mature as you describe yourself to be.” her olive green eyes stared at his own.

“I’ll try to back that up as soon as I can, Miss Photographer.” he shot back now noticing that the strap was connected to a professional camera on her hip.”

“I hope you don’t disappoint me too much, Mister Bartender,” she quipped back, how’d she find out about his talent? Apparently reading his expression she answered, “Oh, you have that distinct alcohol or bar smell that I recognized.”

“Alcohol smell? I thought I did my laundry well enough…” he always reminded himself to double scrub his uniform, which was his favorite button-up and black jeans.

She then added, “It's not just the laundry, your skin can also give off the smell.” Wait… did that mean he smelled like liquor even in Kodaka High? No wonder his classmates' noses crinkled when they walked past.

“Not the best first opinion you could have on someone, especially when you’re right next to them,” she bluntly stated, making Hajime’s mood a smidgen worse, “But it’s understandable, you’re the Ultimate Bartender after all. It’s the talent you cultivated.”

Well, that was a turnaround… “Thanks for that, I’ll try to do better next time,” he appreciated her insight, “Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. My name’s Hajime Hinata, Ultimate Bartender.”

He extended his hands which she gladly took.

“Mahiru Koizumi, Ultimate Photographer.” they firmly shook hands establishing their newfound connection. He fantasized some glass cracking sounds, a tarot card manifesting and a divine voice describing his newly formed bond.

Was he starting to go crazy? Damn he really needed more sleep.

“Are you alright there, Hinata?” she broke off the handshake, “You look like you saw a ghost.”

“I’m fine, I just thought of something really weird… anyways,” he shook his head and redirected her concerns ‘eloquently,’ “Small talk. How was school before Hope’s Peak?”

“Smooth... You already got me to talk about home life and that’s how you ask me about school?” she teased him.

“O-Oh um… yeah...?”

“Jeez, talk about subtlety.”

‘Nice job Hajime! Second embarrassment of the day checked off the list.’

The teen cultivated another semi-talent alongside his main one: the art of small talk.

Being a bartender for over two years meant you’ve talked quite a lot to a diverse amount of personalities and individuals which resulted in him developing a silver tongue over the years.

He can easily persuade people to start talking about their lives if he wanted to. Extracting the information hardly anyone knew with the help of a little good booze. Not even the most closed-off person in the world would notice his intentions, much less stop them.

Speech pattern detection in the first five minutes of conversation? Child’s play. 

To people familiar to him, he doesn’t necessarily have to use this. But to new clients, with his eloquent diction and skill in mixology, transforming them into a regular was near undemanding.

This was how he saved the bar from closing unassisted. Boosting profit approximately forty times, tripling the customers they get per night and overturning the JTC’s decision of closing down their business.

He’d never seen his Boss so proud and scared of his abilities.

Reading body language was another aspect he was adept at. He could spot clients’ tics and movements effortlessly; any form of it, even the slightest ones. His trained eye could spot them. Even Jill’s private investigator regular lost to him. And that guy had years of trained experience. 

Of course, he wasn’t perfect. To all his skill in idle chat, he was quite oblivious to emotions and how they work. Ironic that the people closest to him are the ones he could read the least.

At his worst, he’d let his irritation take over and blow up. At his best, lying to the teen was virtually futile.

Luckily, he barely knows anything about the person before him so it should be a piece of cake.

It should’ve been...

He realized when he shook her hands that this was the first time he was having a proper conversation to a person his age of the opposite sex. All the girls in his previous school preferred to avoid him ever since he was labelled as a ‘Drowsy Pomeranian.’

He was used to conversing with adults, not girls his age dammit!

‘Calm down, Hajime… just maintain your professional barman persona, don’t overdo it though.’

“Well, pretty normal in terms of a Middle School and High School. I had some friends and had adequate grades. The only abnormal thing was me being exempt from classes when I have a contest or gallery to attend.” Koizumi only gave him trivial details of her life. That was to be expected considering they’ve only known each other for a grand total of ten minutes.

Of course ignoring the fact that she already voiced out her not-so-pleasant opinions on her father, maybe it was something she was used to saying, “How about you?”

“Mostly the same. I just didn’t have the blessing of skipping classes when I had a shift since it’s at night,” he exaggerated a sigh, “So as a countermeasure, I took a nap anytime I can. Breaks, Lunchtime, you name it.”

“But why even take an overnight shift bartending job in the first place?” she questioned him.

“Because I had to support my old man and me. That was the first job or probably only job I could take at the time,” he explained his past circumstance in brief detail, “As an added bonus, I already had some form of experience in the field.”

“Seems you’re more reliable than I thought,” that sounded like he was starting to turn her opinion on him, key word: starting, “But, what motivated you to stay? Surely you could’ve left after you dug your family out of the hole.”

“Because I enjoyed bartending and the people there,” his face expressed glee and nostalgia, “From my boss, to my co-workers, to the patrons, I couldn’t get enough of their smiling faces when I satisfied them with my drinks and made their night.”

“Sounds lovely, you must’ve created a lot of memories with them.” she said brushing her fingers on her camera.

“I did yes, and I could show you a few pictures. Besides, it’s not like I didn’t endure some crap along the way,” the glee transformed into irritation, “You don’t know the type of escapades these people get into. Losing your mind isn’t out of the question.”

“I can’t really relate at the moment but,” she surveyed their surroundings, a chair was flung across the room towards the stage or more specifically, the podium, “Soon enough, I might.”

Hajime saw the chair impact the podium and broke into pieces; surprisingly not breaking its target. Searching for the root of the cause, he found that the tanned chick and the buff dude that he only now recognized were fighting.

Standing up and running to the bleacher to avoid getting sucked in the spar, he noticed a few students, including Koizumi, had the same idea.

Looking back to the podium, he assumed that the Headmaster was hiding behind it.

“If I’m not forced to deal with our future classmates, I won’t. I’ve already got a lot on my plate.” he said while watching said classmates trash the floor and chairs around them.

Kirigiri peeked his head out to see if there was any danger. He pulled out his phone, presumably to contact security or staff.

“This marks the end of the Orientation, please proceed to the exit. There will be a staff member to guide you for your measurements.” he announced before walking off to the door.

“Wait, what measurements?” Mahiru asked, surprised.

[-x-]

After calming down the wrecking havoc, his class’ destination was the nurse’s office. It was split by gender, the boys in front and girls behind them, so he couldn’t talk to the only person he slightly knew.

The guide was explaining that Hope’s Peak needed their basic body measurements. Height and weight, he understood. But, chest size? Why would they ever need that? Was the school secretly perverted?

He gave them the benefit of the doubt and presumed it was for their school uniforms that the school will make for them. Speaking of which, those uniforms looked awful. For all their prominence, the school chose the color brown to represent the Ultimates. Great choice, guys. Thumbs up.

In any case, the staff also said they would take some blood samples to test if they had any genetic or current diseases. Although he was afraid, it was also good to be knowledgeable of your own health.

Hypocritical of him to say considering his last check up was almost five years ago. Hajime was just thankful he only ever got the occasional fever or cold and not something bigger.

Back on the topic of Hope’s Peak being creepy, why would they ask for their ‘Likes and Dislikes’? For what purpose would it serve? To inform other students of your distaste for certain things? Wouldn’t this reinforce pranks and high jinks around the campus?

And as the cherry on top, they were posting it on the Student Profile for everyone to freely see.

This school was weird. Almost as weird as its students. Or maybe they just don’t care. Who knew at this point...

Hajime felt someone lightly tapping on his shoulder. He turned his head and saw the dude with the hot pink hair earlier… the same one who had stalkery vibes around him while staring at the blonde. Doesn’t help that he reeked of mechanical oil while wearing a blue jumpsuit and a cap in school.

“Yo, how’d you talk to the redhead from earlier?” the cap-wearing boy promptly asked in a semi-whisper manner, blocking his mouth from the view of others and leaning in close.

“What?” Hajime showed a quizzical expression.

“How. Did. You. Talk. To the redhead?” Leaning in closer and repeating his question at a slower pace.

“I… talked to her?” The bartender backed up and was still confused.

“Yeah, but how?”

“Dude, can you clarify? I don’t understand what you’re saying.” he put his hand to his hip and demanded an explanation.

“How can you just talk to a chick like that?! Do you have nerves of steel?!” Apparently, he gave up in staying discreet. A few people glanced in their direction.

‘Ah… so that’s what he meant...’

“I just started a conversation with her? You know, like any normal person would?”

“Any normal person would be shaking in their shoes when talking to girls in the first place!”

“Pretty sure that’s just you.” the bartender muttered. 

“Huh?”

“Nothing, anyways. Why are you even asking me this?” he asked the pink-haired boy.

“Oh, uh, I wanted some tips on how to... talk to girls. ” unsurprisingly lowering his volume, he looked down at the ground.

“I literally just chatted with her. Not anything special done. I’m not the best teacher out there, but if you really want some conversation lessons, I’ll try to help you out.”

“Foreal?! Hell yeah! That’s what I’m talking about!” he wrapped his arm around his neck, “Name’s Kazuichi Soda, Ultimate Mechanic.”

“I’m Hajime Hinata, Ultimate Bartender.” Only now has Hinata noticed the other boy's shark-like teeth. Those looked like they could bite through metal.

“Nice to meet’cha!” the mechanic laid his other hand on the back of his head.

“Nice to meet you too.” he met Kazuichi’s smile with his own infectious one.

“Must be nice to be born good-looking…” he hung his head and detached his arm, “So, why don’t we get to know each other? That’s what normal people ask right? Is it?”

“Dude, I look average as hell. And I think so…? Lemme start,” Hajime mulled over the topics they could discuss, “What kind of hobbies do you… let’s finish this later.”

By this point, the class has already reached its destination. The guide instructed the boys to enter first and the girls to wait outside by the door, supervised by another staff member. So they went in.

A hired doctor told them to line up by height by the wall of the room.

He was in the middle of the pack. Behind Nekomaru ‘SHIT’ Nidai, the Chuuni and the white-haired drooling boy; but in front of Soda, Chubby Rose Cheeks, Boss Baby and Beady Eyes. All in order.

They first asked them to stand one-by-one on the white screen and took portraits of them. He hoped he at least looked semi-decent on that. Or at least not seem like a moron.

It didn’t help that he was only wearing a plain white button-up shirt with a Kodaka High green tie and jeans. How was he supposed to know there was a photo op on orientation day?

Afterwards, they asked them to remove their shoes and stand before the stadiometer to measure their heights. It seemed that he grew quite a bit, from 176cm to 179cm in two months. Not bad considering his piss-poor sleeping schedule and god-awful diet.

Then, they had to remove their shirts or hoodies to measure their chest size. Seriously, what was up with this Academy? Was this seriously the best school in all of Japan?

Having to put his shirt back on for this made him feel more insecure than he ever has been.

Next up, the boys all got to sit down and have a syringe puncture them. Buff-dude was simple enough, no complaints from him. Same with Drooler and Chuuni, barring the crazy talk coming from the latter. His was easy, he was sorta nervous but got through.

Shit went down when Soda started freaking out about dying from a needle. Took the doctor three minutes of convincing him he was gonna be fine. But when he sat down and the tiny steel pricked him, he immediately passed out. The nurse carried his body and laid it on one of the vacant beds.

The rest were relatively normal compared to the Mechanic’s. They took all their properly labeled blood vials and explained how it was going to work.

The gist of it was, the doctors were going to run some tests and determine if they have an illness. If a student does, they’ll try their best to treat it or in the worst case scenario, delay it. Pretty much reiterating the staffs’ point from earlier but adding minor details.

What he found interesting throughout it all was that Drooler was slightly shaking and balled up his fists. His face looked so distant and his eyes had an expression of acceptance. Was he dying? Shaking his head, Hajime reminded himself that it was not his own business.

For the final phase, they simply asked them their likes and dislikes. He said ‘Orange Juice and Kusamochi’ for the positive and ‘Drunkards and Sakuramochi’ for the negative. He seriously hoped Kizakura sees that.

They had to wait for a bit for Soda to wake up before the boys could end their turn.

[-x-]

All their E-Handbooks pinged once everyone was done. An ‘UPDATED’ notification was added next to ‘Students’ application. Hajime tapped on it.

An icon dubbed ‘Class 77-B’ flashed open with all their portraits on display. The left side was boys, the right side was girls. He touched his own pixelated face and all the details taken prior were present. A ‘Hajime Hinata’ title was displayed at the top.

This seemed like the kind of ‘over the top’ness he was expecting from Hope’s Peak. Before he could click on his classmates’ icons, a staff member told the students to trail them.

Hajime walked next to the pink-haired mechanic and got back to the conversation from earlier.

“As I was saying earlier, what kind of hobbies do you have?” he reasked.

“Tinkering and messing with machines. Generally just having fun with ‘em.” Kazuichi’s face produced a smile.

"What type of fun are we talking about here?" the class went up the staircases. Some people talked to each other and some preferred to stay quiet. He saw Koizumi chatting up with Banana Hair and Uneven Cuts, Dyed Horns cutting in on their talk.

“Enhancing something to the point of breaking the law or modifying something inherently useless into something handy, I’ve always had fun doing those,” Soda explained, “I’m actually making a bike that has a top speed of 585 miles per hour.”

“585?! How did you even do that? That’s as fast as a plane!” he was amazed but also flabbergasted by the declaration.

“Glad you asked, I added a few Turbochargers that’s connected to the engine and three bottles of nitrous oxide for boosts. Mixed in with some G-force resistant compound of chains and metal. Now, the main problem at the moment are the tires-” his enthusiasm was practically oozing out of his mouth.

A few more moments of explanation that Hajime clearly didn’t understand, they all left the staircases and set foot on the third floor. At least his class didn’t have to be on the highest floor like his previous school.

That was a hell of a trek every morning. It was even worse for him than the average student since he never got much consistent sleep. He was glad humankind discovered coffee beans or he would’ve collapsed half the time he had to scale those stairs.

“-and so with that, if I did my math right, I should be able to finish making it. You get the picture?” the mechanic asked, staring curiously at him.

“Not really…? I mean, I’m not really an expert in basic mechanics,” he clarified his standing on the matter, “Much less whatever complicated stuff you were blabbing about.”

“Well, damn. Should’ve warned me before I went on my rant.”

‘Fair.’

“Least I know what your hobbies are now.” The bartender shrugged his shoulders. Their class and the guide turned a corner and reached their classrooms.

The guide said that their homeroom teacher should be inside to instruct them on what to do next and left. The foreigner slid the door open and entered first. The rest of them followed.

As the class was trickling inside the classroom, Hajime saw who their homeroom teacher was: Koichi Goddamn Kizakura.

What. The. Hell.

Ignoring the drunkard for now, he fast walked towards the seat at the far-left end of the room facing the blackboard. Kizakura for sure noticed his surprise and was snickering at him.

Everyone got into their seats and their first ever class in Hope’s Peak began.

[-x-]

And it was promptly ended when Kizakura announced that classes weren’t mandatory.

Well to be fair, he let the class introduce themselves to the others first before he broke the news.

"We'll go from the first row, then second, third, and finally the row next to the windows," the fedora-wearing man lazily instructed, "Go ahead, come up in front and introduce yourselves."

The first guy walked forward like a JoJo character. Or tried to anyways.

"Listen well foolish, lowly mortals!" he said chuckling and posing menacingly, "I am what they dubbed the Supreme Overlord of Ice! Bow before the illusive Gundham Tanaka! I have tamed countless demonic beasts from the Nine Infernos of Hell all the way to Asmodeus’ Stronghold!"

Hajime gave up deciphering whatever the hell that was and just checked his E-Handbook. On the row nearest to the door, was Gundham ‘Chuuni’ Tanaka, the Ultimate Breeder or in his own terms: The Supreme Overlord of Ice.

The bartender never thought he would have never met someone who hasn't grown out of the Middle School Syndrome, but here he was listening to this dude boisterously narrate how he supposedly tamed the ‘Nine Beasts of Hell’ while his scarf swayed back and forth his chest.

A girl came up next. She didn’t have the best disposition with how badly she was shaking.

"U-Uh, m-my name's Mikan Tsu-Tsumiki," her introduction was already falling apart, "And I-I'm the Ultimate N-Nurse! Um… I’m sorry!” ‘Why is she apologizing?’

Tsumiki quickly ran back to her seat but accidentally tripped and somehow ended up in a spread eagle position. The bandages around her limbs somehow wrapped around the legs of the desks and trapped her.

“I’M SORRRYYYYYY!!!” Everyone nearby helped her get herself back together while profusely asked for forgiveness without end.

Behind Tanaka was Mikan ‘I’M SORRY!!!’ Tsumiki, the Ultimate Nurse. Apologies here, apologies there, apologies everywhere was probably, most likely, definitely her favorite quote. Seriously, this girl would not stop apologizing even after they told her it was okay.

Next up was a short dude with an edgy haircut.

“I’m only gonna say this once so you better remember it, name’s Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu and I’m the Ultimate Yakuza.” well that… was slightly concerning. Hajime gave himself a reminder to never once verbalize his thoughts of calling the dude ‘Boss Baby’ lest he wanted his body to never be found.

Though, he still couldn’t believe Hope’s Peak accepted a literal Yakuza, or even better; the heir to the single biggest Yakuza clan in all of Japan. What’s next, a Biker Gang Leader? Murderous Fiend? Wouldn’t be too far off if he was being honest.

He walked back aggressively while the gray-haired girl went up.

“My name is Peko Pekoyama,” that was a pretty adorable name, “The Ultimate Swordswoman.” Hajime’s eyes bursted open when he heard that. He glanced over to her table which had a literal KATANA beside it. Yep, better not mess with her and those intimidating, scary red eyes.

“It is nice to meet you all.” ‘That’s very reassuring…’

With the first row done, it was time for the foreigner to introduce herself. And he can finally stop calling her that.

“My name is Sonia Nevermind,” she said in crisp Japanese, “I am from a small European Country called Novoselic which gave the title Ultimate Princess. I sincerely hope we get along well. And please, I insist you all address me as Sonia instead.”

Holy crap they had an actual princess in their class. Her poise and grace were definitely as disciplined as one would expect when they ever meet a princess. She elegantly bowed and strode back to her spot.

After her was Marshmallow Hair.

“I don’t think I’m talented enough or even worthy to be here,” His eyes looked down at his hands, silently observing it, “Yet, Hope’s Peak Academy deemed that I’m allowed to be in these halls and who am I to refuse the Academy of Hope?”

“I’m Nagito Komaeda, the Ultimate Lucky Student.” he casually smiled as if he didn’t voice out those self-deprecating beliefs, “I was chosen randomly in a lottery, so feel free to use scum like me as a stepping stone for Hope.”

With that over he sat back down and the next student proceeded to introduce themselves.

“Yo! The name’s Akane Owari!” not noticing the downcast mood, she unintentionally lightened it up a bit, “And I’m the Ultimate Gymnast.” she pointed her thumb at herself. Or her chest to be specific.

That made him remember that hell he was put through by breasts. According to some video he watched on a streaming site, the scariest thing ever possible was suffocation. So, he had a good reason to not be excited when seeing a big pair of honkers displayed before him. A few of his classmates would disagree with him of course, but he felt indifferent.

He shuddered while the tallest and most muscular person went in front.

“I AM THE ULTIMATE TEAM MANAGER, NEKOMARU NIDAI!!!” he roared at the whole class, generating a minor air blast and blowing some dust around the classroom.

‘Way to shatter our eardrums, you prick!’

Hajime put both his hands on his ears to block out some noise that Nekomaru’s vocal chords produced. He looked around to see that a few of his classmates had this brilliant idea. “You all better not forget that!”

Thanking the gods that that was over, the next row was up and so was one of the two people he has interacted with.

“Nice to meet you all! I’m Kazuichi Soda,” shark-teeth fully shown in all its glory when he smiled and waved at the class. “And my talent’s the Ultimate Mechanic!”

Besides his weird obsession with Sonia and talking with chicks, Hinata considered Kazuichi to be a pretty normal and chill guy. He was very upstanding and passionate about his talent, undoubtedly deserving his Ultimate title.

Up next was the red-headed photographer and the other person he was familiarized with.

“Let’s see… I’m Mahiru Koizumi,” She introduced herself, reaching out to her strapped highly expensive camera, “As you can see, I’m the Ultimate Photographer so please don’t mind if I take a picture of some of you, it’ll be mostly girls though. And this is a message for the boys in class, don’t be unreliable and act tough when you’re not.”

With that note which no doubt offended some if not every boy, she strutted back to her place and the next dude went up.

“I’ll be introducing myself now,” he simply waved, “I’m Ryota Mitarai, the Ultimate Animator.”

The bartender couldn’t really say anything about this plump boy. He was never really that into animations in general because his family couldn’t afford a TV, much less buying a useless channel subscription.

The disinterested chick came next in line, holding her portable console in her hands.

“Um, I’m Chiaki *clicks* Nanami…” she was presenting herself while playing a damn video game! She doesn’t even bother to look at everyone, “The *clicks* Ultimate Ga… *click*...mer. Nice to meet *clicks* you all…”

Retro-bit sound effects with mass taps and button-pushes accompanying it were heard as she marched back to her seat. ‘Does she not give a single fuck?’ Games were apparently far more interesting than introducing herself properly, he guessed she was close to beating her high-score or something. Even then, it took a lot of balls to do it in the first place.

Banana Hair girl was up next.

“Kyahaha, I might as well introduce myself to you losers,” we got another antagonizer in a short-statured body ladies and gentlemen... “I’m Hiyoko Saionji, the Ultimate Traditional Dancer.”

She was acting like she was better than everybody by being born into a distinguished family, Hajime wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt, but it might prove to be harder to pull off with her demeanor so far.

A slightly taller, chubby chef came after her.

“My name is Teruteru Hanamura, I might be known on the streets as the Ultimate Cook,” he pulled out a white comb and brushed his hair with it, “but please call me the Ultimate Chef instead. It has far more big-city flavor to it.”

Alright, Hanamura seemed respectful enough-

“And ladies, please don’t hesitate to contact me whenever you want~.”

Nevermind… of course he just had to be a pervert.

“You fellas can do so as well~,” he winked cheekily at the boys in class, now making all of them including the teacher, utterly disgusted. What made it worse was that the cook looked so satisfied with himself. Hajime bleached his brain as much as he could to rid of that winking image of the chef.

The Horned Girl went next. One more person before he was up on the chopping block.

“Heya!! I’m Ibuki Mioda!” she put forth a confident attitude and somehow grew her nose into something you could stab someone with, “My talent is the Ultimate Musician. Now, I kinda wished I brought my guitar to give you guys a taste but oh well!”

Ibuki seemed like the person to not have the best attention span. Radiating an aura similar to his Boss, he felt somewhat nostalgic. But those two meeting would make for an excellent recipe for disaster. Dana was a big fan of Black Cherry, so he added that to the pile of disasters waiting to happen.

She swiftly skipped to her table while Hajime pushed his chair back.

“My name is Hajime Hinata,” he didn’t want his introduction to be too long, so he decided to do the blandest one possible and get it over with as quickly as he can, “and my talent’s the Ultimate Bartender.”

With that he left the center stage and went back to his table. Gladly thanking Kizakura for not messing with him and ruining his first impression. To be fair, it wasn’t the grandest but it was certainly better than what that drunkard put together.

“That’s a wrap! You kids can go home now, but before that lemme tell you all something,” he cleared his throat, “These types of classes aren’t mandatory. Meaning, as long as you hone your talent, you can skip class and do whatever you want to.”

That translated in Hajime’s brain to: you can freely have your sleep now. He pinched himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming, and thank god he wasn’t. Staying home and hibernating was his type of heaven.

[-x-]

He waited for everyone to leave and told Soda to wait for him near the stairs. As he presumed Nanami would call it, he was now completing his side-quest. He walked up to the man.

“Well, well, well, we meet again Kizakura-san.” he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Kid, you sound like a lame and cheesy 90’s villain, don’t do that,” he bluntly pointed out, “You want something from me?”

“Yes, and I’ll be straight to the point. I wanted to thank you,” Hinata bowed gratefully without hesitation, astonishing Kizakura, “for giving me the opportunity to turn my life around.”

“Woah, it’s fine. You deserve this anyways.” he tried to wave off the gratitude.

“No, you’re not humbling your way out of this,” but failed, “I really owe you, Kizakura-san. Without this, I probably would’ve had a job I didn’t like after college. But now I can pursue my passion in mixology for the rest of my life without risk.”

“Take it easy there, kid,” he held out his hands in a stopping motion, “Like I said, you deserve this, you have the talent and-”

“But without your input, I would’ve never been scouted in the first place,” interrupting Kizakura and his excuses, “so, I thank you for that.”

Hajime wrapped him in a hug. He ended up doing what he dreaded but he didn’t care, his words weren’t enough to express his gratitude for the man. After a few seconds, he felt two arms embrace him.

This went for about five seconds, “So, are we done here?” before Kizakura ruined it. Hajime pushed him off harshly as payment.

“Did you have to ruin the moment?” he asked.

“Didn’t know we were having one.” Now the guy was pushing it.

“Are you trying to piss me off?”

“I don’t really have to try to accomplish that.” he barely avoided a swat to the head, chuckling heartily.

“Fine, I’ll just leave now. I did what I had to do, so whatever.” Hajime began to walk towards the exit. Glancing back at the man who was grinning. He reached for the door handle and before he could slide it open, Kizakura spoke.

“It wasn’t just me, you still had to develop your talent to a level of an Ultimate. Proud of ya for making it here, kid.” the man expressed visible contentment on his face with a simple smile.

“Thank you.”

With that, Hinata left the room and met up with his new friend. Then regretting to realize that he forgot to ask why Kizakura hadn't visited the bar once for a whole month when he got home.

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[-x-]

Hajime wrapped his silky blanket around his frame as he positioned himself on his futon. Ready to fall into a deep slumber from his overnight shift in Valhalla.

He acquired the peace he’s wished for in over two years of bartending.

No need for constant naps around school since it wasn’t mandatory anymore. Taking that chance as soon as he could, he felt more energized than ever. Sleep was far more critical than attending classes and learning information he didn’t need.

In fact, he hasn’t stepped foot in Hope’s Peak in over two months. The school faculty let the bartender be since he informed them that he would rather cultivate his talent in his job than letting them build him one of their new experiments this year: the Research Labs.

Research Labs were essentially stations that ensured that Ultimate Students get to further refine their talents without being hindered by lack of resources. They were chock-full of fundamentals for the specific talent of the student.

All the ingredients and equipment free of charge by the academy’s funding, it was a bartender’s dream. The staff has even stated that they would hire and commission some professional cocktail tasters. Although those things seemed really enticing to utilize, he refused.

He was told that they were constructing them in the new Main Course building, which in turn was also in its construction phase. They had already finished the first few floors, so it wouldn’t obstruct the developments of the Research Labs.

Main Course students could still request their Labs to be built elsewhere if they so choose. It ranged from empty classrooms in the old building, a random spot in the Academy’s premises or a talent-specific club room, though it was recommended to be built in the new building for convenience sake.

It was such a tease, still, nothing could compare to the satisfaction of captivating your clients with a heavenly harmonized drink then engaging in a cordial idle chat.

While on the subject, his clients were slightly unsettled by his change in attitude. His previous realistic, cynical, sarcastic but semi-welcoming tone were replaced by a much more friendly, amicable and receptive one. People felt weirded out. Even Hajime.

Not that it was a bad thing however, stress levels have never been this low since he was an infant. Meaning, his short anger fuse for BS has been increased significantly. Meaning, the quality of his work magnified. Meaning, he was a much better bartender.

His co-workers have also expressed their confusion to his personality-shift. Unsurprisingly, Dana had the least to say, only taken aback for a tiny moment before eventually shrugging it off as the new norm.

Gil still hasn’t gotten to it(and probably never will), staring at him like he was a total stranger and not his virtually adoptive brother. Hajime hasn’t seen his senpai this bothered over something since his sister’s hallucinations about a dead girl.

Jill was convinced someone had kidnapped the ‘real Hajime’ and replaced him with a carbon copy imposter. Given that she thought that he could never be this easygoing, he was pretty hurt by that theory.

He still can’t believe his lack of sleep affected his life to such a degree. His return to form dug out his tolerance buried deep down in his psyche. You aren’t gonna see him complain about that, ‘patience is a virtue’ after all.

Yawning suddenly, his body was ordering him to sleep. He gladly obliged.

[-x-x-]

Chisa Yukizome pushed the door open to the Headmaster’s Office for her interview with Jin Kirigiri. She wasn’t too nervous about it since he already knew the man from her High School days and that one of the most highly regarded alumnus in Hope’s Peak, Kyosuke Munakata, recommended her.

Her place was as a teacher was basically guaranteed.

She spotted another staff member she was acquainted with, the Academy’s Scout, Koichi Kizakura leaning on an arm rest. Hiding his eyes with his white fedora, he looked awfully green. She pretended not to see him for now and walked towards Jin’s table.

“Welcome back, Yukizome-kun.” he greeted her with a wave.

“Happy to be here, Kirigiri-kōchō.” waving back at the man.

“Now… let’s get directly into business,” he folded his hands together, “Munakata-kun specifically recommended you to be an educator. So, if I am to believe his words, you should be a fine fit for our staff.”

“Thank you very much.” she was internally thanking her friend for hooking her up, even if it was for their operation.

“Yukizome-kun… I’m assigning you to be the assistant homeroom teacher to Class 77-B.” he authorized and handed her teacher’s card.

“Hai, Kirigiri-kōchō!” she smiled, picking it up.

“You’ve only just graduated,” Jin stared directly at her, “so it may be difficult, but I’m counting on you.”

Vomiting sounds echoed in the room. The Headmaster lowered his head in embarrassment while Chisa simply laughed it off. They both knew very well where that noise came from. She turned her head to see a clearly hungover man.

“Kizakura-kun! I told you to stop drinking alcohol before work…!” Jin scolded the scout.

“My bad, my bad,” he excused himself, covering his mouth in the process, “I had a bit too much to drink last night… those damn cocktails were too good to pass up.”

He immediately went back to preventing himself from throwing up, covering back his mouth and swallowing his saliva. Her attention went back to the Headmaster.

“Sorry for this,” he apologized on his friend’s behalf, “as you can see, the current homeroom teacher isn’t too keen on being responsible, so I think you might have some trouble keeping your new class in check.”

“Feel free to treat the class like it’s your own!” Kizakura pumped his arm into the air and subsequently went back to a coughing fit.

“I will! Leave it to me-” she unfortunately hit her chest with her hand too hard causing her to cough excessively like the blonde-haired man.

Jin simply watched this situation in disbelief. He observed them like a visitor in a zoo would to the animals.

“Yukizome, before you leave,” Koichi handed her a small paper with something written on it, “here’s something you’ll need for later.”

“Thanks, Kizakura-san,” she rapidly took it and ran towards the exit, “And excuse me for almost choking!” slamming the door closed.

[-x-]

With the class planner in hand, Chisa excitedly slid the door open of room 1-B expecting most students to be present.

“Good morning!...” she greeted her new, nearly empty class, “...wait, there’s only four of you?”

“Good morning.” At least the blonde girl with the headband greeted her. She recognized all the attending students since she overlooked the Student Records of her class. This girl was Sonia Nevermind, the Ultimate Princess.

The boy in the back with a not so proper, feet on the table posture huffed. Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu, Ultimate Yakuza.

“Oh? What’s this?” the other blonde girl dressed in a yellow floral-patterned kimono with a banana-esque hairstyle noticed her presence. Hiyoko Saionji, Ultimate Traditional Dancer. “Some woman I’ve never seen just came in.”

“Um, can I ask who you are?” the redheaded girl next to Saionji-san rightfully asked. Mahiru Koizumi, Ultimate Photographer.

“Of course! My name is Chisa Yukizome and starting today, I’m gonna your new teacher,” she answered, introducing herself, “It’s nice to meet you all!”

“Oh, this one looks like she’ll be fun to break.” The traditional dancer was already scheming something, “from her social position, her organs, her life and more! This is gonna be fun...”

Thankfully she was prepared for this. “Don’t you worry. Your teacher has lots of life insurance!” pulling out her numerous amounts of insurance papers.

“I give praise to thee.” Sonia said in imperialized japanese, clearly not noticing her mistake.

“That isn’t how we speak standard Japanese. You’re supposed to say “I commend you” or the more prevalent “Great job”” Mahiru tried to rectify her mistake.

“Hold up, where the hell did Kizakura go?!” Fuyuhiko boisterously demanded, “He’s our homeroom teacher.”

“Kizakura-san is hung over and vomiting.” she announced with a beaming expression.

“Again?” he didn’t sound too surprised, proving Jin’s point about Kizakura’s alcohol problem.

“Sorry I’m late!!” the door slid open again revealing another student, she stepped forward and tripped on thin air. Somehow ending up in a compromising position, knocking down a table and wrapping her wrists with her shoelaces all the same time. “I tripped!”

“You do this sham every morning! Are you a mucky pig? You puke-stinking klutz of a woman!” the traditional dancer darkly told her, humiliating the girl even more.

“I’M SORRY!!!” Mikan Tsumiki, the Ultimate Nurse apologized again.

“There, there…” Yukizome tried her best to calm her down. These kids so far seemed familiarized with one another at least.

“That makes five.” she added, slightly hoping the rest were simply late.

“This may be everyone coming for today.” The princess broke her optimism.

“Huh? Where’re the other students?” the teacher asked.

“Don’t know, don’t care.” Saionji-san disrespectfully replied.

“Probably living their lives and not attending this shitty class, what’s it to you?” Kuzuryu-kun chimed in with his own take.

“Besides, attendance isn’t mandatory at this school, is it?” the photographer brought up the rules of the Academy while waving her E-Handbook, “You just need to sharpen your skills and pass the practical exams in the fall.”

“I-I was trying to attend class-” Tsumiki-san unintentionally gloated before being interrupted by the person behind her.

“Don’t act like such a goody two-shoes! You ain’t special!” The future obayun called her out.

“I’m sorry!” she wilted, nearly crying.

“I see… you all have these disappointing relationships, don't you?”

‘This just won’t do… these kids have a bright future ahead of them and they’re brazenly wasting their youth. This is a crisis that needs solving.’

She racked her brain to think of a plan on how she was going to save them. An idea crossed her mind and she immediately got to changing. Pulling out her apron she used in her housekeeping days and tying it over her suit, she began radiating an aura, a particular aura that only belonged to Ultimates.

The students were all dumbfounded by her transformation.

“You’re a Hope’s Peak graduate...?” Mahiru asked, nonplussed.

“Youth only comes once! It’ll never return!” she ignored the question and started monologuing, “How can you not care about you classmates? You kids are all…” they waited for the reprimanding, “rotten oranges!”

“Huh?” everyone didn’t expect nor understood her perceptive words.

“Rotten oranges?” the foreign girl asked.

“Rotten oranges are rotten oranges. They’re sticky, squelchy and squishy!”

“I... I’m sorry!!” As the weather was predicted, so was Tsumiki-san’s apologies. She hid to the side brooding over her ‘mistakes.’

“Huh?! What are you saying?” Saionji-san was still puzzled.

“I’m saying I can’t let this stand. Let’s go and find all your rotten friends! We’re going to take back your lost youth!” she supplemented her words with overblown gestures.

“Eh…” the redhead clearly didn’t buy it. So as a remedy, she ran towards the photographer to justify her clear-cut logic.

“With enough rotten oranges, we can still make youth jam!”

“No, I think you’d just have rotten jam.” she disagreed with her conjecture before getting pushed off her chair by Sonia-san who now shared the same values.

“I think that is wonderful, Yukizome-sensei,” the princess was gushing out and was clearly entranced by her charismatic speech, “This may be what I was hoping for when I knocked at this school’s gate.”

“Sonia-san..” they both held hands in contentment, “Let’s go find the others!”

“Hai!”

“Screw that,” the only boy in class stood in protest, “why should I have to act buddy-buddy with these bozos?”

That was before she pierced a wakizashi through his table, millimeters away from his precious fingers.

“Why, you…” he said, “you tryna cut my fingers off?”

“As a teacher, there are things you must be ready to do to earn a living, Kuzuryu-kun.” getting up close and personal to add hostility.

“Do it if you-”

“There!” she did, barely missing. He looked astounded.

“Y-You…” he pulled her close by the collars, “You’ve got guts.”

“Experience comes with age, I guess.” she pulled up another sword from her pockets and positioned it near his neck.

“You have an impressive resolve. Heh, I like you.” And so with that, she earned his respect.

“Good!” she turned and faced the rest of the students, “Now let’s put some spirit into it and put your butts in gear!”

“Eh?!” Every student voiced out.

[-x-]

Gathering up the rest of the students proved to be more of a capture quest than a simple round up. Having to utilize a student to get another, such a brilliant plan on her part. They started with the closest.

...

Nidai-kun’s retrieval gladly didn’t require much, just patience and durability. He was generating an earthquake inside his stall, it was reasonable to say that the whole school building felt it. A few moments later, an explosion of air happened.

Being the responsible teacher she was, Chisa blocked it for the students near her. Hopefully, Koizumi-san and Saionji-san were okay. The boy excreted so hard that the toilet and anything in the vicinity turned into dust by the shock wave, including a hundred meters worth of grass in his range.

The Ultimate Team Manager walked it off like it was typical behavior with Kuzuryu-kun rightfully berating him. Thankfully, Nidai-kun joined her cause with little to no reluctance.

...

Up next was a Hanamura-kun. The group had Sonia-san ring a bell to call him up. Hearing the bell and smelling the fragrance of a female, he dashed out of the kitchen immediately afterwards. In Chisa’s stead, the princess had requested a piece of meat to apply as bait for a later student.

The Ultimate Cook quickly invaded Sonia-san’s space and asked some repulsive questions. As punishment, the teacher wrapped his entire body with a rope to the ceiling. His creepiness skyrocketed when he undeniably enjoyed the repeated pulls and tightening of his coil.

She let Nidai-kun handle it, but even still, the cook didn’t mind the change in gender. The rest of the class simply watched in horror. So they decided to move on to her next target.

...

With the cook now in her assembly, they set up a grill near the academy’s forest. Kuzuryu-kun gathered up some logs and starter sticks while Koizumi-san nabbed a white fan. Hanamura-kun then started his task of making the bait.

Once the smell of the meat permeated most of the area, a small silhouette jumped off from the roof of the building. Owari-san barrelled towards them with the speed of a bullet. The housekeeper ordered Nidai-kun to pin her down while the others panicked for their lives.

Nidai-kun used his strength to produce multiple explosions that swept through the back end of the school resulting with the Ultimate Gymnast being crucified on a timber inside one of the many craters. The operation was a success! Though they left her tied up so she wouldn’t slip away, the team manager was assigned to carry and keep her at bay.

...

The next one was much simpler, only needing one student as a lure as the gathered class simply waited out of range to avoid the stench. Sonia-san stood before a giant machine that the rest can only deduce as an engine for a giant vehicle. She waited there until a pink ball at the top of the machine appeared.

Soda-kun jumped down to meet his crush, asking her if she brought his snacks. The princess promptly scooted away, presumably by the mechanic's putrid smell of oil(they all, but him, knew it was because of the boy’s stalker-ish conduct). Then withdrawing continuously until she was a few hundred feet away.

The pink-haired boy made a crestfallen expression, almost weeping in the process. Chisa tried consoling him but only worsened his despair when he saw her wearing a full face respirator near him.

...

At his request, Tanaka-kun’s base of operations was hidden deep inside the woods. Dark clouds surrounded the Research Lab, which was essentially a necromantic-themed pyramid; full of eerie statues, spear pillars and torches. A swarm of bats flew by them when he sauntered in their vision.

Thunder was raging in the background during the Ultimate Breeder’s monologue about being the Taboo King and served by the Four Dark Devas of Destruction(hamsters). She was intrigued by his level of eccentricity, he beat even the weirdest of Ultimate Students in that category.

The ‘Dark One’ finished off the spiel by somehow creating a literal blue glowing ignited pentagram. She presumed it was a projection based effect. At least he had no qualms in joining them.

...

Frightening guitar strums alongside ghastly vocals came from the Ultimate Musician’s Research Lab, previously the Light Music Clubroom. All of them entered without Mioda-san noticing, no doubt too occupied on her craft that consisted of roasting meat that resembled a grenade’s frame.

Did she mention that the girl used a flamethrower infused inside her instrument to cook? Well, now she did. The students, with the exception of Saionji-san and herself, covered their ears in vain from the cataclysmic experimental metal music.

To bond with her new student, she stealthily grabbed a free guitar and jammed out. After Mioda-san’s final flame burst, the musician finally noticed everyone. She was pleasantly surprised when she struck a pose and uttered ‘No music!’ and Chisa added ‘No hormone!’

...

The group went upstairs towards the Dojo where a certain Ultimate Swordwoman preferred to meditate. Pekoyama-san was calmly sitting near the closed gates that had the archery section. Chisa approached her, trying her best not to alarm the swordswoman.

It proved to be semi-effective, Pekoyama-san slashed her bokken until it was by a hair’s width from her neck. That confirmed how meticulously trained she was at kendo. Not even phased, she asked the girl to return to class with them.

After apologizing, she complied to her request. The students behind her started some chatter, she could see Mioda-san feeding her red hot barbeque to Kuzuryu-kun; Saionji-san complaining about not being able to take another step and Hanamura-kun regurgitating sexual innuendos so she flung him to the wall with a bokken.

…

Scanning her notebook where she kept her students’ info written, Chisa deduced that Komaeda-kun should be hanging out somewhere around the edge of Hope’s Peak’s premises. Her gathered students remotely following from behind.

Soda-kun conveyed his concern about his unluckiness near the Ultimate Lucky Student before getting run over by a truck. He flew across the road and landed within the school fences. The truck itself impacted a vending machine where, surprise, surprise, Komaeda-kun was.

The white-haired boy voiced his luck when copious amounts of Dr Hopper cans were spewed out of the machine. This gave her the chance to help him with carrying the drinks and obtain her 13th student.

[-x-]

Now back in class to have a small break after Tsumiki-san patched up the injured mechanic.

“You wanted to meet scum like me?” Komaeda-kun self-deprecatingly asked, “what a benevolent teacher!”

“You aren’t scum.” she firmly refuted his opinion on himself, yet doubling down on her own scoldings “but you’re without a doubt a rotten orange!” she was glad the boy laughed it off.

“Neither one is any good.” Kuzuryu-kun pointed out with a wide-eyed expression.

“Alright!” Chisa ignored it, “Only three left… everyone get your butts back in gear and let’s wrap this up!”

“What? I’m exhausted…” Saionji-san demonstrated by laying her chest and chin on her table, “My legs are broken…”

“Broken?!” Tsumiki-san sprinted towards her classmate, concern evident in her face, “A-Are you okay?”

“Stay back, you rotten orange…” she threatened using her newly favored insult.

“Why are you so mean!” the nurse was leaking tears.

“Jeez, seems like you guys ran out of energy left…” Chisa ran her fingertips on the window stool, snagging a lot of dust, she sparked another idea, “I’ll go and get the remaining students then. Could the rest of you clean the classroom?”

“The hell? That sounds like a pain…” Soda-kun rebutted, his whole body wrapped in bandages.

She pulled out her two blades and slammed his table to ‘persuade’ the boy. Totally not threatening.

“Huh?” he asked, not immediately realizing the danger.

“Kindly do it.” she darkened her face again.

“Yes ma’am! Please withdraw the swords! I get the message!”

“Alright! I’m counting on you guys!” With that message, she left the classroom. The housekeeper had high hopes for them.

[-x-]

Chisa arrived at the Former Student Dorms of Hope’s Peak where she spent her school years occupying. She reminisced at the time she spent goofing off with Kyosuke-kun and Juzo-kun. Brushing her fingers on the wall they destroyed in their sparring.

She shook her head, ‘No, I have an objective to accomplish.’ According to the school’s data, one of her new students lived here. Ryota Mitarai, the Ultimate Animator. She entered the building and roamed until she saw the right nameplate.

Knocking and greeting him beyond the door seemed to startle the boy. The animator tried excusing himself and claiming that he’d leave once he’s finished five more pages. She didn’t accept the proposition, the others were waiting for her.

As a way of escape, Mitarai-kun ran towards the window. Too bad she predicted this and confronted him. She introduced herself, flashing her ID. In his resistance, he tried to reclose the window but failed when she overpowered the boy.

Having no choice other than to drag him to class, she grabbed his left leg and started marching towards the next student’s address.

Then, she remembered the piece of paper that Kizakura-san gave her. She almost forgot because of her excitement of being a teacher.

“I knew you were planning on gathering up the non-attending students, so you should probably know this. For Hajime Hinata’s capture, do not hold back. Do not hesitate. He will resist. He’s one of the most violent students I’ve scouted. Good luck.”

Sounded like her biggest troublemaker yet, even worse than Hanamura-kun or Owari-san. Kizakura-san’s portrayal of the boy made her wonder what kind of hellion she was about to encounter. She better prepare herself.

[-x-x-]

Hajime was enjoying his first meal of the day at four in the afternoon. A glass full of his favorite orange juice and an egg sandwich to start his nocturnal cycle. He just woke up about a few minutes ago after his long, crisp and uninterrupted ten full hours of sleep.

Checking out the news and internet business with his E-Handbook, he looked at an article that detailed Hope’s Peak’s New School building. From the absurd estimated cost, the article said that it was the reason for founding the Reserve Course after an interview with a spokesperson.

They summarized the course as a way for normal, non-talented students to enter the prestigious Academy without needing to be scouted and perhaps have the chance for a promotion into the Main Course.

The student’s family though have to pay an absurd amount of tuition money, estimated to be quadruple the amount of private universities.

His eyes bulged at the number, he would never in his life have paid that sum. Not even with the help of his old man. Plus, he was certain he wouldn’t receive any benefit from it other than having a bootleg Hope’s Peak graduation certificate that you could show off to your future employers.

It was like saying, “Hey, I know I cheated my way into this distinguished school, but like, it’s Hope’s Peak. So, will ya accept me or not?” Chances are... no, unless they’re extremely desperate, but most times, no.

Perhaps it was for the chance of promotion to an Ultimate. Hajime thought it to be bait. How would the school proceed to scout that? Which talent would they give? Ultimate Genius? In the off-chance that they did do that. How often would it be? Not frequently for sure, once in a decade at most.

Then again, these families were also extremely desperate for validation, probably forcing their children to enter. They paid a ludicrous tuition for some kind of credibility. If he was in their spot, he wouldn’t even go there! I mean, if you had that much to pay, wouldn’t you already be set for life?

Societal norms have pressured their kids to try and be exceptional, constantly bombarding them with praises early in life to help them motivated to try their hardest and be one of the anomalies. Or try the alternative, use somethings’ reputation as a sort of jumping point to the higher echelons.

It frustrated him to no end, throwing money on something you wouldn’t need. He knew he sounded pretentious since he was scouted into the Main Course, yet in what world would he enter the Reserve Course?

Maybe in one where he was blinded by the prestige of Hope’s Peak and the concept of talent. Damn, what kind of despondent loser could he be?

He sipped on his glass to calm his nerves down. It was easy to be mad about the desperation of people for prestige. What was wrong with mediocrity? Absolutely nothing. The hurdles in life have made him realize the unimportance of a person’s status.

Scrolling on through, he saw a bunch of advertisements for a magazine called Nyan-Nyan. And of course, every single one of them included Junko Enoshima in the front cover. Ever since her huge breakout to modelling, she has grown a tremendous following. Enoshima took the country by storm and became its image.

He wouldn’t mind it so much if they would just lay off him. He accidentally clicked on one promo, the result was non stop bombardment and his timeline getting clogged. These repeated ads made him wanna pull his hair out.

There was another article that elaborated on a recent raid on nearby banks. DICE was presumed to have coordinated them, which was reinforced by the spray painted dice symbol located on the steel safe doors of the banks. Approximately five billion yen were stolen and no tracks left by the group.

This made police officials and detectives alike scratch their head in frustration. None of them have figured out any of the ten members present on the raids. As a last resort, they hired the famed Fuhito Kirigiri and his granddaughter to investigate the premises. No other updates at the moment on their progress.

After a bite and a gulp of OJ, he heard some knocking from his front door. He got off his zabuton and was prepared to answer it.

The door hinges suddenly broke off and the door was knocked down. He spotted a silhouette with a red gleam before being tied up in a flash and knocked down to the floor face first.

“WHAT THE F-” the assailant instantly applied duct tape before he could run his mouth off. He tried to roll over and identify who the hell was kidnapping him. He perceived a woman dressed in a suit and a maid’s apron.

“Hoo, that was easier than I thought,” the woman smiled like she hasn’t committed a goddamn crime, “Sorry for doing this by the way, I was warned about your conduct.”

At this point, Hajime was just confused. This woman he’s never seen broke into his apartment tied arms and legs up because of a warning. Why? Why was this even happening? What has he done to deserve this?

“Alright! One left!” One left? Was there more? More confusion formed. He turned his head towards the doorway and spotted another teen, one he kind of recognized. Restrained and gagged the same way he was, the other boy leaned against the railing of his complex and was overlooking the scene.

Hajime sent a face message to ask about the situation. The plump boy simply shook his head in dejection.

“Time to drag both you rotten oranges to class.” ‘Huh? The hell’s a rotten orange?’

She grabbed the tail end of his rope and indeed dragged him. He tried to struggle, still aware that it was useless. He recalled a word she said that intrigued him: class.

“Oh! I almost forgot,” she stopped and pulled out an identification card, “I’m Chisa Yukizome, your new teacher.”

‘What?! This loon’s my new teacher? What happened to Kizaku-’

That made him pause for a moment and think. Did something bad happen to the man? Has he finally crashed his car after DUI every night? If so, was he okay? He remained optimistic. He owed Kizakura-san that much.

But what if he looked at it from another perspective? It was totally in the realm of possibility that he might have caused this drivel in the first place. His new teacher did mention someone warning her about his conduct.

‘Wait a second… This better not be a ridiculous troll that that bastard orchestrated.’

Consequences be damned, he would choke the man on sight. As soon as he sees that moustached blond cunt, he will enact a crime. Multiple punches in the balls wouldn’t be out of the picture, the man deserved it.

No. He needed confirmation, the scout could still be innocent. Plot the revenge after.

[-x-]

After a few minutes, Hajime quite literally adopted the quote ‘Go with the flow.’ Letting his teacher drag him around town. Passersby were gawking at the scene but chose to not interfere. Maybe living around Hope’s Peak general area desensitized them of their antics.

The pebbles along the road hurt a lot, even the smallest bumps were causing him pain. So it was best to keep your head up and remain in a crunch-like posture. Easier said than done when you had to keep it for literal minutes.

He was surprised by how little his kidnapped buddy was struggling. Not to be offensive, but the boy didn’t really look like he was in peak shape. Maybe he should ask him to make a workout regimen.

“Since you both behaved pretty well on our journey so far, I’ll let you both speak.” They arrived at the school gates, Chisa was ‘benevolent’ enough to remove their duct tapes. It hurt and made them scream in pain. “But keep in mind that I still have more in the roll.” That meant, no misconducts were allowed.

“I’m surprised though, Hinata-kun. Your behavior doesn’t match what an advisor told me.” she said as she continued to drag them towards the main building.

“If you would humor me, Yukizome-sensei, who is this advisor you mentioned?” Now that he could strike up a conversation, he needed the verification of one man’s culpability.

“The school’s scout, Koichi Kizakura. I’m sure you’ve met him since he usually meets up with his scouted students to deliver their letters.”

‘That rat bastard…’

“Oh, I have. You could say I’m pretty acquainted with the man.” Chisa couldn’t see it, but Hajime was seething with anger. Already devising his act of reprisal.

“Is that right? How’d you meet him? He’s normally elusive, even at school.” the teacher sounded genuinely curious.

“ He goes to a bar I work at.” he curtly responded.

“What’s with the tone by the way?” it seemed that she noticed his unsubtle inflections. “Do you not like him?”

“Right now? I hate his godd- *ahem*, I... uh, don’t particularly like him at the moment.” he stopped himself before he let his demons take control of his emotions. He didn’t wanna prove the bastard right about her warnings.

“Can I ask why?” She knew to take her steps carefully.

“Does sending my teacher to essentially kidnap me answer your question? Even though I'm nothing like he described in his warnings?” he deadpanned.

“Oh…” now realizing what she’s done.

“While I’m at it, mind telling me why you thought it was a good idea to listen to that alcoholic?” he asked.

“I mean... he’s a trusted personnel around the Academy, his judgment is usually pretty sensible,” the teacher counted out with her fingers, “he hasn’t really done anything inherently wrong. Kizakura-san hasn’t done anything that warranted me not to trust him.” she chuckled nervously.

“Being a literal drunkard wasn’t enough to convince you?”

“No…?” If she looked behind her, she would only see a stony expression judging her poor choices.

“Well, sensei. He’s very different in the bar. He portrays himself to be a lax, astute guy but in the end, he’s pure-blooded alcoholic true and true.”

“Isn’t that going too far?” she finally glanced at him.

“It might be, I don’t really care right now. He went too far for this stupid prank.”

“Hehehe… sorry about that…” she scratched her cheek.

“Can I please get off this now, or do I have to prove my innocence?” he asked her, “I’m not dangerous, trust me.” adding a broken smile to reduce some of his edge.

“Isn’t that what someone dangerous would say?” she whispered as if he couldn’t overhear, but eventually complied “Yep, sure.” she pulled out her swords and cut his constraints.

Hajime got up and brushed himself off. Ridding the dust off his shirt and pants, even some on his neck and arms. Then stretching his formerly unused limbs and cracking his joints.

“Much better~.”

“Yeah... I’m sorry about that.”

“It’s fine, Kizakura-san’s to blame here anyways. ‘And, I’m getting my revenge soon… Not letting him get away that easily… “Aren’t gonna let go of him?” jerking his thumb at the other boy.

“Not until we get to class. He tried to escape twice now and he almost did when I was getting the supplies to uh… tie you up.” 

“Alright then…” he left it at that.

They arrived in front of a fountain that split in ways. One going to the newly constructed Reserve Course building and the other going to the Main Course’s old school building. He spotted a girl he sorta recognized sitting on a bench a few meters away.

The girl was playing the GameGirl Advance she held in her hands. Chiaki Nanami was her name if he recalled correctly. Her introduction was one that stood out of everyone since, she didn’t even try. The Ultimate Gamer was too busy beating her high score.

“Oh, that’s our last student,” Chisa pointed at the girl wearing the atrocious brown uniform, his opinion on those things still stood, “Nanami-san!”

The girl looked around and spotted their group. They in turn walked up to her.

“I’m Chisa Yukizome!” she introduced herself, “I’ll be your teacher starting today.”

“Teacher?” Nanami softly asked.

“Yep! I’m your homeroom teacher from this point on til you graduate!” the teacher pumped her arms in the air.

A whiz of air behind him blew back his shirt. He looked at the culprit, being Mitarai. The boy sprinted as fast as he could to someplace. He noticed cut ropes and a sharp-edged rock spread along the cobblestone path. Another whiz went by, Chisa ran after the boy with her swords in hand.

That left him alone with Nanami, a total stranger. The girl went back on her game but he looked out of place just standing there doing nothing. Not wanting it to feel awkward, he initiated a conversation.

“Wacha playing there?” if he wanted someone's attention, better start with something they’re interested in.

“Um… Gala Omega.” That rang a bell in Hajime’s head.

“Ohh, I played that game a few times.” he also recalled the amount of game-over screens he’s received, “we have the Arcade version at the bar I work at.”

“Really?! It’s a classic don’t you think?!” She ignored any sense of personal space.

“I-I mean yeah,” he slowly inched away, “Aside from the pixelated graphics, I’d say the game aged pretty well.”

“I know right? From the first time I’ve played it till today, I routinely try to beat my high scores.” Nanami announced.

“Since you're the Ultimate Gamer, I’m guessing you hold the world record?”

“Yep! Since the maximum point you can get is 999900, most runners use in-game survival time. I’m almost triple the amount than the person in 2nd.”

Hajime whistled, “Damn... I sometimes forget that Ultimates are insane.” ‘Even though I’m one of em…’

“Guys! Let’s go back to class!” Chisa came back with a duct-taped-mummy Mitarai in tow. Nanami and Hinata walked ahead of them.

“How high’s your record… um, what’s your name again?” She innocently pressed her finger on her cheek.

“Hajime Hinata, and don’t forget it this time, use your E-Handbook as a reminder. And to answer your question, close to 500 thousand.”

“Woah, that’s pretty impressive.” her eyes shone, complimenting him.

“Not as impressive as yours, I’m sure.” he waved her off.

“Aw, don’t be like that. I think it’s great that you have a good high score.” she said, sweetly smiling at him.

“But compared to yo-”

“No buts. Don’t judge yourself by another person’s achievements. Judge yourself by your own.”

“Didn’t know you were so wise.” he whispered.

“I got that from a character from Flame Insignia.”

“That explains it.”

“You mentioned something from earlier…”

“Which was...?”

“You said you have the arcade version of Galaga Omega in your bar.”

“Yep, my Boss bought it. She’s kind of a big retro games fan, I’ve seen her play the machine the whole night on more than one occasion.”

“Can I play it?! Please?” she intruded his space once more.

“Y-Yeah, sure. I’m sure Boss wouldn’t mind,” taking two steps back, “As long as you have the hundred yen coins and don’t order any alcohol.”

“Where is it exactly?”

“In Shibuya and a bit past the Central Street, you’ll see a purple bricked alleyway between a karaoke bar and a Big Bang Burger that leads to Valhalla. It usually opens by 7pm, my shift isn’t until ten.” the bartender explained.

“Got it,” she typed it down in her E-Handbook, “I’ll come by this weekend.”

“See you there.”

Nanami went back to playing her GameGirl, mashing and clicking the buttons faster than anyone he's seen ever. He leaned in to see the Ultimate Gamer fittingly displaying her talent by carefully dodging projectiles with splendid precision and firing at the max capacity her system could process.

The wave of enemies stood no chance. ‘ Guess that bastard didn’t scout her for nothing.’

At first, he would describe her as a calm yet indifferent person to her environment. Now though, she seemed like she only needed to open up a little for her to have a normal conversation with anyone, especially when the topic was games.

He made another friend that he could consider normal.

[-x-]

“Alright… alright…” Chisa spoke on the teacher’s podium, “You all waited!”

‘Pretty sure you’d threaten them with your swords if they didn’t…’

“This is a fine start to your youth.” she viewed the sparkling classroom. ‘Least she seemed proud of them.’

“When Ibuki does something, she does it right!” Mioda again somehow stretched her nose like Pinocchio would.

“Cleaning is the only thing I’m good at.” ‘The marshmallow of self-deprecation strikes again.’ “I’m glad we now have a classroom that’s suitable for the others’ talents to shine in!”

“Ugh, I’m so tired, I could die!” Saionji tried to complain...

“But you didn’t do anything!” but Soda shut her down.

“Yep! Yep! We’ll keep going at it like this tomorrow, too!” The teacher proudly announced.

“”Tomorrow, too” you say? In this establishment, so long as you have the capabilities, I heard you were free to attend or not attend class if you so choose.” Tanaka’s devas peeked out of his scarf.

“He’s right! Class is a pain!” Owari started the complaints.

“Ibuki wants to perfect her performance!” the musician added.

“It’s true that that’s what the rules say, but…” she closed her eyes, preparing herself, “There’s more to life than just talent. Interacting with others will build character and help you make memories. Let’s make something more than your talent shine: your hope.”

‘Not a bad proposition… but goddammit am I gonna miss my sleep!’ pulling his cowlick in exasperation.

“Hope? That sounds wonderful!” Komaeda agreed once his key-word was pronounced.

“What? Let’s build an engine instead” ‘Soda, only you want and could do that. Everyone here is clueless about mechanics.’

“No, this is youth!” Sonia rebutted him.

“I know right, Sonia-san?” ‘Dude, you gotta stop being an absolute simp…’

“Huh, is there sawdust packed where your brain ought to be?” Saionji provoked the poor guy.

“I THINK IT SOUNDS FUN!” Nekomaru proved once again that he can blow open eardrums with his voice.

“M-Me, too!” Tsumiki meekly said.

“You shut up, you rotten orange!” the traditional dancer insulted the nurse.

“I’ll come get you all tomorrow too!” Yukizome-sensei proclaimed to them.

“HUH?!” Practically everyone shouted.

Another kidnapping incident? Nope, no way in hell. He’d rather have his sleep taken completely. He hasn’t even texted his old man about their destroyed door. He’d definitely gonna freak out about it. Paying for the door is another pain in his ass that he needed to take care of.

Hajime felt low-spirited for trading his precious darling, sleep. But his teacher’s offer didn’t sound too bad. Plus, does he really have a choice in the matter? It was either that or being dragged to class every single day for three years straight.

He needed to sign up for a dorm room now. His classmates' rowdiness would never let him take his naps, even with high quality ear muffs. So he better get as much sleep as he can, maybe even lessen his working hours if need be.

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[-x-]

Hajime slid the door of his homeroom open.

“Huh. Guess I’m first.” Not surprised in the least bit since he skipped out on his morning nap. Or rather didn’t have enough time to have some semblance of an actual nap. His last patron particularly needed a little more time to vent his troubles.

Dragging his legs forward to his table so he can plop down, he slowly but surely made it to his place. Loosening his tie, his head then instantly slammed onto his arms from sheer exhaustion.

He couldn’t doze off because an obscene amount of caffeine was pumping in his bloodstream. That was the only solution he had to his vanishing consciousness. All he could do was stay motionless and hopefully get a bit of energy enough to last the whole day.

‘Yeah, no, that’s asking too much…’

His prediction proved to be accurate by the door sliding open. Peaking his eyes out, it revealed a girl wearing the Hope’s Peak uniform he still refused to put on. A hair color he recognized, pretty much one of the few redheads he’s met: Mahiru Koizumi.

“Oh, I was sure I was gonna be first…” noticing his presence, “I’m surprised to see someone even earlier.”

Her steps came closer and closer til it arrived beside him. “Oh I remember you…”

“...Yo...” he uttered.

“Seems dead on arrival huh?”

“Yep… haven’t slept a wink.” stretching and letting a yawn out.

“You didn’t take your nap?” she raised an eyebrow.

“Wow, you remember that?” he sat up and met her in the eye.

“Why wouldn’t I?” crossing her arms and sounding offended.

“Cuz it's information about a guy you’ve talked to once in total. And that was almost three months ago.” he curtly justified his point.

“...Fair enough,” she conceded, “You still haven’t answered my question though.”

“A client was weeping about his lost job. Couldn’t bring myself to force him home so I offered to stay and keep the bar open. We stayed there for another three hours until he was stable enough, that was about an hour ago.”

“Aw, look at you being a good persoOo-.” her words were interrupted by her own yawn.

“Looks like I’m not the only one who didn’t get enough sleep.” he slyly clapped back.

“Shut. My dad wouldn’t stop yelling at the TV last night.” she reasoned.

“The heck was he watching dead of the night?”

“Some random blockbuster action movie. Typical things men with big egos would like.” she rested a hand on her hip.

“Damn, I’m glad I never owned a TV then.” feeling a tiny bit relieved.

“Wait what? You never owned one?”

“Yep, family couldn’t afford one.”

“That must’ve sucked then… you couldn’t watch any anime or show.” smiling and showing her sympathy.

“It did leave me feeling a bit left out but, eh. Didn’t really care all that much.” he shrugged.

“Poor you… I feel bad for your ruined childhood…” she leaned her rear on the table adjacent.

“Hey! You don’t have to say it like that! Like I said, I didn’t care much.”

“Hehe, don’t worry, I was kidding.” she laughed.

“Wow, real rude there Koizumi…” he complained.

“I didn’t wanna seem too much of a robot, Hinata.” she smirked.

“Congrats. You accomplished your goal,” scratching his head, “Anyways, did some stuff happen around here while I was busy hibernating?”

“Nothing that I could think of. There were only five that actually attended class. The rest did their own thing. Well, sometimes Soda likes to pay a visit so he can worship Sonia.”

“Oh yeah that guy… almost forgot about him.”

“Speaking of which,” the door opened again as she snapped her fingers, “knew it was her. She’s always ridiculously early.”

“Good morning, Koizumi-san.” Sonia greeted as she passed the doorway.

“Good morning, Sonia-san.” Koizumi waved back.

“Oh, that seems like an unfamiliar yet familiar face,” she walked up towards them, “I believe I have yet to personally introduce myself to you. My name is Sonia Nevermind. And if you would, please address me as Sonia.”

‘Yeesh, talk about regal manners.’

“Nice to meet you Sonia-san, my name’s Hajime Hinata.” he smiled the best he could in his state.

“Nice to meet you as well,” she met his own. The princess looked at both of them and got an idea in her head, “I shall take a hike to my place and leave you two on your exchange.”

“Wrong phrasing again… it’s “I’ll head over to my place.”” Koizumi corrected her.

“I give my thanks, Koizumi-san.” acknowledging her mistake and departing.

“None of the others really attended?” Hajime refocused on their topic.

“Pretty sure they just don’t like attending class cuz it seems like a pain.”

“Not that I can blame them...” he rubbed his neck, “You made some new friends?”

“If you can call Hiyoko-chan that… she basically declared me as her onee-san. Barely leaving my side whenever we're in class and hanging out.” she felt some embarrassment over that word.

“Too clingy for your taste?”

“It’s not that I mind, she gives me a pass to her insults. Which means I can scold her about it and she’ll listen to me. I hope.”

“Keep her in check for us alright?” he requested.

“Yeah, yeah… I know.” Waving him off. She glanced below to his attire, “I’ve been wondering… how come you aren’t wearing your school uniform?”

“I’d rather wear something comfortable and not make my eyes bleed every time I look in the mirror.”

“But pretty much everyone else is wearing it.”

“Yes, how can you people stand wearing that? ” he furrowed his brow.

“It isn’t that bad...” her fingers fiddled with her blazer.

“Yes. Yes, it is. Of all the colors they chose, it's the color of shit and mud melled together.”

The door rumbled open and Hajime spotted Kuzuryu, with Pekoyama following close behind. They made their way directly to their spots without greeting anyone, only doing subtle but scrutinizing glances.

The yakuza and bartender met eyes for a split second before breaking off. Their footsteps stopped once they reached their places.

Hajime brushed off the unwanted tension and went back to his talk, “So… wanna bet how long it’ll take for our classmates to destroy the classroom?”

“Jeez, real mature there, Hinata.” folding her hands on her hip and calling him out.

“Hey, it’s inevitable anyways.” he shrugged.

“That doesn’t mean it’s-”

“Mahiru-nee!” a high-pitched voice interrupted her. They both caught sight of a yellow blur before it slammed into the redhead’s midsection.

“AH!” Both figures crashed on the floor, tumbling down and knocking tables/chairs in the process until they hit the wall. Hajime’s face scrunched up at the mess.

“Well, five seconds, that’s sooner than I expected,” the bartender examined his watch, then getting up to help the girls, “Here, take my hand.”

Koizumi readily took the offer. It made it a bit harder to hoist them up since the dancer wouldn’t stop clinging to her ‘big sis.’ Once on their feet, she brushed the dust off and straightened the extra wrinkles on her uniform.

“Why’d you suddenly run up to me screaming, Hiyoko-chan?” the photographer lifted Saionji’s chin.

“Cuz there's a pedo chasing meeee!” she tightened her grip. Hinata and Koizumi looked skeptical. The ‘perpetrator’ entered their class. “There he is!” pointing at the door frame.

“I... told you, hah... I wasn’t chasing you!” it seemed that their ‘culprit’ was out of breath. Holding onto his knees, Kazuichi Soda gasped for air.

“That’s a lie and you know it!” she accused him again.

“I’m not!” he made a defensive expression, balling a fist to add some form of threat(failing miserably mind you). “I-I was just running cuz I thought I was late! Y-Yeah late. My a-alarm clock broke last night too!”

The bartender was unblinking, slicing through the mechanic’s obvious lie in his mind.

‘Damn you are bad at lying… with those stutters, you can even rival that nurse. Can’t you just check your E-Handbook for the time? Also, the Ultimate Mechanic having a broken alarm clock? Dude… you can do better than this.’

“Can you just tell us the truth, Soda?” Koizumi apparently caught on as well, laying her hands on her hips and leaning forward.

“B-But I aM!” his voice cracked.

Hajime approached the boy and set a hand on his shoulder, a pitying look formed, “A man should know when to give up a losing battle and surrender with their honors intact.”

“You’re supposed to be on my side! Bros are supposed to defend each other!” the pink-haired boy stated.

“Since when were we ‘bros?’” he curiously asked.

“Once you bond with a bro, you stay bros forever! It’s part of the bro code!”

“Do you even remember my name?”

“U-Uh… ehehe... Haiji...?” chuckling nervously

“Knew it…” Hajime shook his head in disappointment and backed off.

“*ahem* If you boys are done arguing about something so pointless,” Koizumi butted back in, “ Soda, what’s the real reason you were running?”

Seemed like there was no dodging it now, “I was um… following Sonia-san. Then, I lost her in the hallways. I saw Saionji walking and I decided to ask her. She spotted me and sprinted while yelling insults at me.”

“Why’d you run away, Hiyoko-chan?” the redhead turned and asked.

“He looked shady as hell when I noticed him and being alone at the time, I didn’t wanna be in danger and so I did what I did.” the traditional dancer grasped harder.

“Ah, I see.” analyzing both their accounts, everyone around(including Sonia) waited for her ruling, “both are at fault here. Soda, stop stalking Sonia-san and being an outright creep. Hiyoko-chan, stop accusing people with repulsive insults. You’re going too far with some of them.”

“That was magnificent, Koizumi-san!” Sonia cheerfully applauded her verdict all the way from her spot.

“Not bad, mother hen.” Hinata joined in, if just to psyche her up.

“You’re amazing, nee-san!” Saionji said as if she wasn’t recently scolded.

“Yeah. That was pretty good,” Nanami came out of nowhere from behind him and commented, “It was like a Raid Leader punishing their reckless members.”

“Where the hell did you come from?!” Soda rightfully demanded.

“The entrance?” she responded with an absent-minded look like it was obvious.

“I-... nevermind…” The mechanic gave up.

“Hehe… i-it wasn’t much you guys…” Koizumi’s face mimicked the color of her hair.

‘Tsun tsun alert…’

They all decided to sit down and have some casual conversation before their first official class started. Everyone reintroduced themselves for clarification to some, well Nanami and Soda mostly.

The bartender asked about their days before Yukizome’s collection after recounting his own.

Nanami answered with her going around the school grounds and playing on her GameGirl. Sometimes going to the local arcade if she felt like destroying their highscores. Most of her time was spent in her dorm room streaming her gameplays to her large following.

Her nickname ‘Chibi Demon’ came from her stomping all of her enemies. He actually remembered her name being mentioned once by an old classmate. She supposedly clutched a 1v6 scenario with a whole squad of top level pros. Mind boggling but feasible by an Ultimate.

Saionji(reluctantly) told her story after Koizumi’s reassurance. She kept close to Koizumi because she was allegedly the only trustworthy person in the previous class roster. Trustworthy wouldn’t be the adjective Hajime preferred using in this scenario, he’d use competent instead. Sonia wasn’t the most proficient due to her naivete, Kuzuryu was altogether intimidating and Tsumiki’s too clumsy.

If she wasn’t glued to the photographer, she had dates with her father. Going around town and trying out the new cafes, just generally having fun times. Their last date involved viewing a production of a sweatshop factory. Her sadism really showed when she described it in very grim detail. ‘Ants’ as she dubbed the workers.

Koizumi’s was the most basic, attending class and being very punctual. Not missing a single day and always present on time. Cultivating her photographic skills in her ‘Talent Development’ period proposed by the Academy for each Ultimate. The most out of line she’s done was eating lunch with her friend Sato Amami in the Reserve Course.

Soda, as previously mentioned, only came to class to see his beloved princess. Those occasions weren’t far apart, making Nevermind seriously detest his visits. Of course the mechanic wasn’t aware of this or simply chose to turn a blind eye of desperation.

Outside of shadowing her, he frequented his giant machine near the school’s track field. Checking and tuning it up to his best efforts. Until a certain luckster came about and undermined it.

“Man, that dude always messes up my shit.” he complained.

“No swearing.” Koizumi held up a finger towards the boy.

“Sheesh, what are you? My mom?” scratching his head, but caved in when he noticed her glare.

“Good. Now-” She got interrupted by the window being bashed by a huge metallic box. Luckily, it struck the very back window… where Soda decided to place himself.

Hitting him square in the face, the boy was immediately knocked out. The box travelled further, hitting the back wall as it ricocheted into the wooden back door of the class and the top landing perpendicular to the roof.

Now looking closely, Hajime recognized the vessel. It was a steel barrel that looked like a rectangular prism rather than it’s revealed form, a cylinder. It likely contained some form of alcohol. Beer, from what Hajime perceived.

The hatch opened to reveal a particular student and a particular talent.

“Hello there!” he jovially greeted as if he didn’t just destroy the back half of the class. “It seems like my entrance wasn’t the most graceful.”

The boy looked at his victim sprawled down on the floor, “Or the most harmless…”

“Komaeda was it? ...How’d you even end up in that? ” Hajime shakingly pointed at the barrel, disbelief and confusion written all over his face.

Nagito Komaeda exited from the beer keg, dripping wet from the fermented malt. His uniform was utterly soaked, his usual marshmallow mess was slumped and glued to his neck and his loafers were cascading liquid for a split second.

He slicked back the hair covering his face and responded, “I was walking back to school after my early morning breakfast at a cafe I frequent, when I got hit by a bouncing barrel and somehow ended up inside it. Rolling for a while, I felt it hit someone and I’m guessing threw me into the window.”

“That sounds terrifying.” Koizumi described it best.

“I just feel lucky for arriving on time!” he laughed it off.

“You could’ve drowned in there!” The bartender exclaimed his concern.

“Hahaha, an Ultimate is worrying about scum like me… what a blessing~.” the white-haired boy started hugging himself in hysteria.

“Dude! I’m being serious here!” Hinata tried getting Komaeda to take the situation with more weight, “You shouldn’t go brushing this off.”

“Hinata’s right.” the photographer gave him a stern glare. “That was a potential death waiting to happen.”

“You shouldn’t trouble yourselves about my well-being. I’m just another face in the crown unlike the rest of you hope-brimming beacons.” he fought back while pushing himself down.

“What the hell are you saying?” the bartender was honestly baffled.

The innocent smile on Komaeda’s face said it all. He sincerely believed all the nonsense he was spouting out of his mouth.

“Hinata-san, I’m saying that I am not worthy of being here. I won because of a lottery, not my crafted talent. I’m the Ultimate Lucky Student, I’m attending this class right now because of luck. I almost unsurprisingly denied the invitation, however, Headmaster Kirigiri was adamant that they wanted my talent researched.” It irked the boy to put the word talent in the same sentence as his presence.

...

“Yeah no. I’m not having that right now.” Hinata was at the end of his already short line that morning. “Go to the entrance and ask the lady for a change, shower, no buts or bullshit about ‘Don't worry about me,’ just go.”

“As you wish, Hinata-san!” and finally, the dripping wet student with too much eagerness welcomed the orders and left the classroom.

“Man, that dude is weird...” Hinata turned around, “How’s Soda doing?”

Nanami was checking his pulses on his wrists, “He’s alive… I think. I saw this one character in a game do this and he checked for a beating.”

“Back off, gamer cunt. This is how you do it properly. ” that ominous tone was something the bartender recognized, but it was too late to do anything about it.

The traditional dancer walked up to Soda’s side and lifted her foot in the air. She slammed it down the mechanic’s stomach which prompted him to gain consciousness and yell at the top of his lungs.

“AHHHHHHHHHH!!”

Hajime covered his ears that were being violated by a very, very, high-pitched screech. The noise that followed was a coughing fit that at least didn’t make him want to rip out both his ears.

“Hiyoko-chan!” Koizumi immediately got to chastising the blonde. “You shouldn’t have done that!”

“Hey, at least I got the job done.” And she had the courage to look smug.

“But that shouldn’t be the method someone should use. Be more considerate next time.” the redhead bonked her head hard enough to make an audible noise.

“Ouch!” the blonde caressed the afflicted spot. “Fine… next time, I’ll be extra careful.”

“I sure hope you will on your end.” Hinata muttered.

“Let’s wait til Tsumiki-chan arrives.” and at that cue, the mentioned person entered the classroom.

‘Can she predict the future or something?’

“Tsumiki-chan! Good timing!” she called out the nurse. “Can you check up on Soda real quick? He got hit pretty hard by that barrel right next to you.”

That was all it took to get the girl’s attention. “I’ll go get some supplies from the Nurse’s Office! I should be back in two minutes, meanwhile, don’t move his head too much!!” The purple-haired girl sprinted out in speeds he hasn’t anyone do. He prayed that she doesn’t enact her signature clumsiness.

Hajime walked towards his ‘bro’ and kneeled down. Checking up on his expression, it was easy to discern that he wasn’t feeling well. His face scrunched up, his teeth all bare. Both hands clutching his abdomen like it was about to burst open. Clearly Saionji didn’t make him feel any better.

He couldn’t help but feel bad for the guy.

“Hey man, can you talk?” poking the boy's shoulder and trying to strike up a conversation.

“...Yeah… But I don’t think that’s a good idea right now… hehe...” Soda put on a fidgety smile to ease the bartender. “Don’t worry too much, I’ve been through way worse, and that includes being run over cuz of that prick’s luck.”

“Heh, you’re right. I’ll leave you be then.” At least he was being a good sport about it. Or maybe he was just in too much pain to complain. Whichever one, Hajime can respect.

[-x-]

“Great job being present, everyone!” Yukizome-sensei announced on her podium and the class cheered. “Now. I’m gonna explain how this’ll all work to some of you that never attended before.”

‘Pretty much most of us then...’ Hajime’s lack of sleep was quickly overtaking him. Barely even making out his teacher’s words and struggling to keep his eyes open, it made it very difficult to pay attention.

Instead, while their teacher was yammering about the introduction process, the olive-eyed boy head was about his classmate’s predicament. The mechanic displayed his pain in a pretty noticeable way. In this case, groaning whenever he was moved and grunting when Nidai carried him to the Nurse’s Office after his initial checkup in the classroom.

Tsumiki was given a pass from homeroom class since she was the one who tended to Soda. Hinata expected her to come back when she gets Soda stable enough to leave alone.

The bartender half-expected this to happen after yesterday’s torment. He would go far as to call yesterday a calamity. An unbridled class with vibrant classmates was totally what he wished for. Yeah...

God was he going to miss the peaceful times at Kodaka High. Even if he wasn’t the star of the show before the leak, he enjoyed his harmony when he had it. Guess people were right about how you shouldn’t take things for granted.

Hey, at least his days would never be dull. Though, he much preferred it to the chaos he’s undergoing or going to suffer from. He knew this was only the start of something much more turbulent.

Yukizome-sensei got his attention back when she brought out a pink notebook from her pockets, opened it, then slammed it on her podium. “Okay… since this is our first day, it’ll be a bit special. We’re gonna have our gym period in the morning instead of the afternoon because your upperclassmen reserved the gym itself and the track field.”

“Everyday, you rotten oranges have brief hour-long periods in the morning and afternoon where you’ll be alone to hone your talents. You’re not obligated to do them, but it’s recommended for you to not become rusty for your exam in the fall.”

“You can go in your Research Labs, free roam, enter the gymnasium if it's available. It’s your choice, just don’t forget to get back in class for the wrap up. After that, you’re free for the rest of the day!”

She surveyed if the class was listening. Unsurprisingly, quite a few didn’t. The teacher did her best to lecture them.

“Nanami-san... stop playing your console for now please? I promise you’ll have time later when your other classes start.” the gamer nodded and pocketed her GameGirl.

“Mitarai-kun, same goes for you. I know how much you love animating but this is also important info to know.” the boy respectfully closed his enormous drawing tablet and laid down his pen, knowing well of the consequences at this point.

“Saionji-san, Owari-san, will you please fix your postures? We don’t want back pain so early in life now, do we?” Owari was reluctant but otherwise complied. Saionji on the other hand…

“But I’m too tired-” That response was met with a blade slicing the air near her face and piercing through the wooden wall next to her. She looked aghast as the girl quickly obeyed and apologized.

‘She can really strongarm *yawn* our class this easily huh?’ the bartender wondered with her display of control.

“And Hinata-kun, do you wanna excuse yourself to the restroom to wash your face with cold water? You look like you’re barely hanging on there.” It was his turn for the class to inspect him and they saw Yukizome’s exact description.

“Shit.” he murmured, “No no no, I’m good.” waving her offer off. While he appreciated the gesture, he didn’t exactly have the strength to spare in order to accomplish it.

“Do you want me to STRETCH your LIMBS so it’d increase BLOOD FLOW?!” Nidai ‘kindly’ proposed, not realizing it sounded like a death sentence with those bulging muscles.

“Not really, I’d rather keep my limbs intact.”

“H-Hinata-san, w-would you like a check up a-about your sleeping habits?” Tsumiki inquired, “You seem to have the behavior and habits of an insomniac.”

“I’ll take a rain check on that.” he answered to the glee of the nurse. “...Wait, when did you get here?”

“U-Uh, just m-moments ago. After I got Soda-san to sleep and scanned his status. I saw you staring off on the ceiling so I offered you my h-help.” the nurse squeaked out as if she offended the boy. “S-Sorry for imposing!”

“Grow a pair you filthy pig!” the traditional dancer shrilled.

“Hiyoko-chan, I already warned you multiple times.” the redhead was quickly becoming the mother hen for the blonde. Maybe the whole class soon enough. “Do that again and you’ll receive repeated punishment.”

“It’s fine Tsumiki.” he smiled at the purple-haired girl. “I’m actually glad you asked.”

“Thank you, Hinata-san!” she expressed radiant happiness to his reply, even to the point of weeping, Sonia out of nowhere offered some napkins to her unspoken behest. “Everyone's being so kind with me!!!”

“So!” Yukizome cleared her throat to regain their attention, the class immediately calmed down, “Since Hope’s Peak doesn’t enforce fundamental subjects, we’ll be having liberal classes about random topics I put on the schedule, only gym class is a guarantee. Not saying, we’re never gonna study basic fundamentals, just don’t expect them too much.”

She added, “I won’t be your only teacher though, I already asked a friend of mine if they wanted an alternating shift. She agreed to split some of the work since she knows your original teacher won’t show up.”

‘That damn rat…’ Hinata still wasn’t over yesterday’s ordeal.

“Anyways, let’s start your first ever official homeroom!”

[-x-]

A few minutes after attendance was registered and another welcoming speech from their teacher, she requested them to change to the sportswear provided by the school.

They went downstairs to the locker rooms. Passing by multiple corridors, the class recognized a white head heading in their direction. The normally puffed-up marshmallow was slicked back in a form that those men in magazines often have.

“Oh... greetings everyone.” His voice had a tone that described a certain distance he must keep between the others but friendly enough that mostly everyone wouldn’t perceive.

‘He’s more sneaky than I gave him credit for.’ Hajime eyed the luckster, but didn’t take action.

“Komaeda-kun, great timing!” Yukizome-sensei apparently not noticing or simply ignored it, went up to the white-haired boy and leaned in to eyeball him. “Wonderful styling! Who taught you that?”

“My personal stylist actually did.” he chuckled.

“You’re rich enough to your own hairdresser? Wow, never would’ve known.” their teacher was wide-eyed.

“Not many would.” he donned a smile that seemed strained to the trained eye. “Anyways, where are you guys headed?”

“We were gonna come get you then head towards the locker rooms in the second floor.” She answered. “That knocks out the first step so go ahead and join your class.”

Komaeda silently slipped to the very back. Putting on his casual smile to calmly pacify, one by one, the early birds from earlier about his behavior. His eyes lingering more on the bartender than the others.

“Everyone, follow me!”

When they reached the lobby and the two gender-seperated locker rooms. Yukizome’s instructions came as she clapped to grab everyone’s attention.

“Now, the staff provided you with your gym outfits inside the green lockers in the changing rooms. There’s a name plate and a lock on each one so you’ll know which one you occupy. Use your E-Handbook to unlock it. Also, if you’re too shy to undress in front of your classmates, feel free to use the washrooms right next to the entrance.”

She added, “To the leading person, use your E-Handbook to unlock the door for your classmates. Only the correct gender would work on each one so you won’t have to worry about perverts. I’ll give you guys five minutes to finish dressing up, we’re reuniting back at the entrance.”

And with that, being the guy closest to the door, he pulled out his E-Handbook and hovered it over the scanner and unlocked the boy’s door. He glanced over to the left to notice that Sonia’s done the same.

Pushing the door open, all the boys entered the room right after him.

“Hinataaa!” the addressed person turned his head to meet the bundled-up pink-haired mechanic waving his hand in front of his face. “I’ve been trying to get your attention for a long time time now. You okay?”

Hajime shook his head to double-check if he was seeing things right, it proved that yes, he was seeing Kazuichi Soda standing straight after his mishaps. This was getting ridiculous. “Dude! When did you get here?! Shouldn’t you be recovering at the Nurse’s Office?”

“Nah, it got boring after an hour of staying still.” he responded like it was a typical thing to say. “I asked the receptionist downstairs where the class was going, so I headed here.”

‘What is this guy on?! How does someone bounce back this quickly?’ This wasn’t doing the boy’s lack of sleep any favors. His co-workers or Kizakura have never gotten this nonsensical. He was right about his prediction three months ago, this was on a whole nother realm of craziness.

He looked around to see that no one’s paying Soda’s presence any mind, in fact it seemed normal to them. They even gazed at Hajime like he was the crazy one.

“What the hell do you mean ‘it got boring’?” he lowered his voice a decibel lower so he wouldn’t attract the others’ attention. “A two-hundred kilogram, beer-filled barrel plowed your head and this is what you describe it as…?”

“I mean, it hurt, but I feel fine right now!” The cap-wearing boy managed to put out a shark-toothed grin with a thumbs up. “I swear!”

‘That might just be the drugs talking if I’m guessing this right. Okay okay, I should calm down and assess this.’

“Alright, fine.” He needed acceptance of the absurdity before he could properly determine what he should do next. That much he learned from his experiences at the bar. “I’ll let you be for now, but if you experience a migraine, hallucinations or any of the sort, you tell someone closest to you.”

“Aight, aight, you worry too much man,” he hung his head and sighed, “I’m telling you this now, This body’s been through some shit. I’m a mechanic, man! I’m supposed to be used to pain!”

“I… don’t think that’s in the criteria.”

“Oh don’t be a stick in the mud.” he pulled his cap down. “Just don’t mind me. Look, I won't participate in the activities today if that makes you feel any better.”

‘If it was up to me, you shouldn’t even be out of your bed.’ Hajime wanted to voice that out but he knew it was counterproductive.

“Fine. Deal.” he said reluctantly.

“Ayyy, that’s music to my ears,” the mechanic slung his arm around him and scruffed his spiky hair, “So, you should get changed now before you run out of time.”

The brown-haired boy noticed that the other boys were already done putting on their shirts and were on their pants. He rushed towards the nameplate that had his name engraved on and scanned his tablet on the gray lock. The metallic cabinet opened and his gym uniform was there.

He walked towards one of the weight benches and took off his red and white sneakers. He removed his pants and threw on the blue shorts that the school provided.

It didn’t look like much but he felt unrestricted unlike his jeans. He guessed that it was probably engineered by an alumni. The white shirt on the other hand, it felt he wasn’t wearing it at all. Very light and airy.

“That didn't take you that long.” he turned his head towards Soda who was pocketing his E-Handbook.

He scouted the place around and everyone else already exited. His friend gestured his thumb towards the door and Hajime nodded.

“Like I was asking you earlier before you blew up on me.” Pushing the door open. “You alright man?”

“Yeah, just sleepy. The ruckus earlier woke me up for a bit but now I’m back to Drowsy Town.”

He let out a yawn for emphasis.

“I can see that, man your bags are huge!” the mechanic produced the biggest grin Hajime’s ever seen.

“Yeah, I know, you don’t have to point it out y'know?” the bartender deadpanned.

‘I blame you and the entire class for this.’

[-x-]

The class entered the gym together. Surprisingly not causing any chaos. Yet.

Something that took him by surprise was Hope’s Peak choice for female gym attire. They chose bloomers, goddamn bloomers, something that was highly criticized by parents and adults alike for being too sexual for minors to wear. Most modern japanese schools have already gotten rid of this relic.

‘This school… first their literal shit-looking uniforms, now bloomers? Why am I barely surprised anymore?’ the boy couldn’t think of anything to justify this decision. That wasn’t to say he didn’t want to see some curves, he just wasn’t a degenerate.

It was going to be hard to ignore it. But damn it, was he gonna try his hardest to repress his teenage hormones.

“Line up everyone! Boys and girls separated and facing each other within a five meter distance please!” Yukizome, gladly still in her suit and apron, called out. She then went to a storage room of sorts to fetch whatever material they needed for the sport of today.

They all obliged. Every boy was face to face with a girl, some were excited for their first activity, some, less so. That included Hajime and the person in front of him, the Ultimate Photographer.

Though, Saionji wasn’t facing anyone since one of the boys took a back seat. It took a bit of convincing from Hajime and stubbornness from Soda so Tsumiki would let him off till the end of class and not order Nidai to haul the mechanic’s ass back to the infirmary.

Said mechanic had his eyes glued on a certain blonde. He wasn’t exactly being sneaky about it too. If the hearts on his pupils weren’t clear enough.

“Okay everyone!” Yukizome-sensei caught their attention again. She was pushing a steel cage that contained multi-colored rubber balls. “Since this is your first gym class, we're gonna start off with something basic.”

She stopped in the middle of the line and shouted on top of her lungs, “Dodgeball!”

Nidai, Owari, Mioda and Sonia cheered with boisterous enthusiasm. Saionji, Hanamura and Mitarai groaned in horror. The rest, including Hajime, remained silent with differing reasons. Hinata knew he was absolutely going to get smeared, so he simply accepted his fate.

He knew he wasn’t the most athletic and it didn’t help that he treated his body like shit. Not to mention his wavering consciousness from his sleep deprivation. He was bound to get knocked out by one of the balls. That wouldn’t be pretty... but he didn’t exactly have any other options. His teacher won’t accept any excuses.

“I’m so fucked ” he whispered to himself. The boy kinda wished that he should’ve been the one hit by the barrel instead of the benched mechanic.

“Now! To make the teams! I nominate Nidai-kun and Owari-san to be the team leaders. Come up both of you in the middle.” The two muscle bounds went in the middle.

Hajime supposed that separating the two most athletic people in the class was a good idea in theory. But they weren’t the only competent ones available.

“You guys can call anyone you want on your team in sequence. Owari-san, you go first.”

“Pepeko samurai-chan, c'mere!”

‘Case in point.’

The gray-haired girl laid down his bokken by the bleachers and came forward.

"My surname is Pekoyama," the swordswoman affirmed, "I would advise you to remember it."

"Alrighty, Yama-chan." the tanned athlete grinned at the expense of the red-eyed girl. Not even giving the intimidating glare that Pekoyama was displaying that would wilt any professional boxer’s courage upon sight a second thought.

"TANAKA, YOU'RE ON MY TEAM!"

'Man… way to remind me of your ear-destroying vocal chords…'

“Ho? You’ve chosen well, cognizant raiju.” he covered his face with his right hand and made a fist with his other. “I shall demonstrate you all the capabilities of the Supreme Overlord of Ice. None has ever surpassed my grandeur. Hahaha!” His devas popped out of his purple scarf that he didn’t take off, each having their own stance.

‘A bit impractical to wear something that keeps you warm, but who am I to judge?’ remembering that he still wore his running shoes in the rain.

“Hmmm,” the gymnast rubbed her chin against her finger, “the multicolored chick, you’re on mine.”

“Alright!” the musician pumped both her arms in the air. “We’ll destroy the other team, go team OWARI!!”

The rest of the nominations passed by quickly without much hassle. He was put in Owari’s team that consisted of Owari herself, Pekoyama, Mioda, Kuzuryuu, Koizumi, Komaeda and Saionji. The other team had Nidai, Tanaka, Sonia, Mitarai, Nanami, Tsumiki and Hanamura.

The other team definitely had the edge. Nidai and Tanaka were major players but he knew that people wouldn’t eye Mitarai because of his… well, physique. But from what he saw yesterday, his classmate’s couldn’t be more wrong. Hajime presumed that the Ultimate Team Manager saw that potential as he chose her after all the semi-built people ran out.

The general rule of dodgeball was that: if you have more better players, you win. That was how he saw it in high school and primary. One good player can make a difference.

And oh how right he was.

Chisa laid four balls in the middle of the arena indicated by the black lines. She then sat down on a referee’s chair and pulled out a megaphone from... somewhere.

The game went how he predicted, most of the ‘bad’ players were eliminated in the first four minutes.

Tsumiki somehow slipped into Mioda’s ball’s direction, hitting her in the head and made constant apologies on how she didn’t get to be useful. She crawled her way out of the field and sat down on the floor hugging her knees.

“Tsumiki-san is out!”

Hanamura kept hiding in the back of the pack to prevent his own demise, but then a misaimed soaring ball from Owari nailed the boy’s stomach and sent him skidding to the edge of the arena. He also yelled an american actress’s name for some reason.

“Hanamura-kun is eliminated!”

Kuzuryu and Saionji were squared in one precise shot made by Nanami of all people. She didn’t even celebrate her achievement, just a simple nod and she moved on. He needed to remind himself that she played all games and that included physical games like DDR and Laser Quest.

“Kuzuryu-kun and Saionji-san are out!”

Sonia scored herself a point when she Koizumi on the sides while the redhead was procuring her first ball. He heard Soda’s cheering in the background.

“Koizumi-san is eliminated!”

So far, no one caught a ball yet so no revives were gained by either side. The two leaders were hyper focused on each other that they left the rest of their teams unattended and disorganized.

A ball rushed past the bartender’s leg, he saw Pekoyama’s arm stretched out towards him. He grabbed the ball once it bounced off the back wall and waited.

‘Patience is key’ as they say.

He saw a green blur in his peripheral vision and blocked a shot coming from Ryota, launching his counterattack on the plump boy in the process. The animator barely avoided the ball by bending his knees and leaning his back.

The boy barely had time to question the physics of that move and jumped when he saw Tanaka throw a blue sphere with the help of his hamsters. Unfortunately, It nicked his shoes. So he was out.

“Hinata-kun, out!”

Walking towards the eliminated players on his team, the boy fell in line behind Koizumi.

“Who do you think is gonna win this one?” the redhead suddenly asked.

“Nidai’s team for sure. They just have the better players. Plus, half of our team are already out.” he rubbed his neck.

“Are you sure though? You don’t think anyone’s gonna catch a ball?”

“Yeah, when Owari wins against Nidai,” observing the dwindling space that the team manager had, the gymnast was in her familiar territory if those fluid dodges were anything to go by, “Our team might have a chance. That is if she manages to take him out in time.”

“Pekoyama-san is eliminated!”

“But right now, that’s not looking very likely.” pointing at Sonia and Tanaka who double teamed the swordswoman.

“The catching part though... not likely, these people are too focused on throwing the ball instead of catching them.”

“Mioda-san, you’re out!”

The musician stuck her tongue out to her eliminator, Ryota. The plump boy grinned in return. Only Komaeda and Owari left.

“This is pretty much game over.” Hinata pointed out once more.

Komaeda picked up a ball rolling towards his direction and examined the playground. He then threw it randomly or what appeared to be random but it curved to hit Nidai’s leg. Which was the perfect time since he weaved his limb and gave the ball more momentum.

And then it bounced off to hit Nanami and Ryota. Tanaka and his devas dove to catch the ball in order to save his teammates, but slipped from his unwrapped scarf the moment his palm made contact.

“...How…?” the brown-haired boy was dumbfounded.

“Still doubting our team, Hinata?” the photographer had the nerve to sound cheeky.

“Nidai-kun, Nanami-san, Mitarai-kun and Tanaka-kun are all out! Only Sonia-san left!”

The white-haired boy, unvexed by his work, picked up another ball that rolled to his side and nonchalantly passed it to his teammate. The tanned girl then hurled the ball and hit Sonia square on her arm.

“What a major upset! Team Owari wins!” Yukizome-sensei announced.

“Turns out, one lucky player can also make a difference.” Koizumi elbowed his sides. He knew if he turned his head to meet hers, he would see a shit-eating grin.

[-x-]

The next few games they had weren’t as eventful as the first. All of them consisted of a tug of war of wins between the two teams. It ended with a tie of 2-2.

‘That was one hell of a workout.’

Even if Hinata didn’t last till the end of any of the matches, he still had to seriously play unless he wanted to get eliminated. Having a lot of close calls from Nanami and Mitarai’s throws and taking out a few opponents while he was at it.

Koizumi continued to annoy him about his bold prediction for the duration of the period to his own despair. As much of a stick in the mud she was, from what Hajime’s seen so far, she had a childish side.

‘On the bright side, at least she isn’t a complete square.’

Now they were back in class and having a few minute break. Well, most of them. The sport oriented students and Mioda were aching for more action. He was quite surprised when she declared that they play one more game, not noticing the condition of the class.

The bartender questioned how someone as thin as her would have a stamina comparable to Owari. Maybe she did some cardio back in her idol days, but he could never see an idol doing more than watching their caloric intake and some core exercises.

‘Now that I think about it, she prolly just likes running, makes a lot of sense based on her personality.’

Hinata was quite surprised that he kept his consciousness throughout that endeavor, he didn’t exactly have the capacity to play for that long. He was very much expecting major backlash later in the day and muscle aching that’ll last a whole week. God, he hoped he’d be able to at least walk to class.

Now, he was face down dead on his desk and back on his white button up and jeans. He was thanking whoever made the whole school have AC or else he would be toasting right next to the window.

Turning his head a bit to the right, he can spot a bundle of pink hair plopped down on the desk. At first, he guessed that Nanami justifiably took a nap after gym class, but then he heard 8-bit sounds and button clicks.

“Nanami, how do you still have energy to play games?” He semi-grumbled, semi-said.

“I always have a power bank in case the battery ran dry.” She answered, not even bothering to face the bartender.

“Not that… I meant, having your own energy to move your fingers around.” Clarifying himself to the gamer.

“Oh.” He heard a compressed ding and then her body began to rise up. She lackadaisically looked at the boy. “I don’t know… I’ve always had energy to play, even if my body didn’t have much stamina. It’s just something that happens, if I had to guess, my mind loves games so much that it ignores its own body.”

‘Well that got deep… and also very dangerous.’

“Shouldn’t you consult someone about that?” he rubbed his spiky mess of a hair, “It sounds eerily like an addiction.”

“Hmm, sounds like a pain…” the pink-haired girl immediately resumed her game. Most likely going to be too distracted to continue a conversation.

The bartender went back to his thoughts.

‘Hmm, addiction… I could use that…’

[-xx-]

It was late past midnight when the school scout Koichi Kizakura entered his small apartment. Living the cozy life despite his above average pay grade was the embodiment of the man himself.

Just cruising through life as it fucked you over ten times, twenty times, however many times. Nothing can get into his psyche and diminish his carefree attitude.

A major part that shaped him to whom he was present was his ‘hobby:’ drinking till he was drunk enough to fall flat on his face the first step he made.

That was why he had entire cases of beer bottles and spirits laying around scattered around his home… which has now mysteriously vanished.

The man racked his brain and scrutinized the scene, he has never in his life hired a cleaner or a maid around to tidy up the place, he didn’t have the pride to showcase the mess to any other human being other than himself and Jin.

He has only ever told a few souls about the clutter of his residence and that included… Hajime Hinata…

The boy might’ve taken position and counterattacked his brilliant move of having a teenager kidnapped and dragged to his class. Man… he had a long ass laughing session that lasted almost an hour. Jin’s deadpan when he explained it made it so much more hilarious.

He looked around the area to see any traces of tampering aside from the bottles. None in the living room looked touched, his room was the same as he left it(messy as fuck) and he doubted anyone would have any business in the bathroom. That left the kitchen.

As soon as Kizakura entered the room, he instantly spotted a paper with a red outline.

‘ Kizakura-san,

The authorities have received testimony from an anonymous party that you have been violating a multitude of laws passed by the Cabinet by committing crimes that included the consumption of alcohol.

We hereby confiscated your inventory of alcohol and prohibit you from drinking any form of an alcoholic substance for a year. We also expect your person to turn in your driver’s license.

Do not try and discreetly consume, we are sending a specialist to measure the amount of alcohol in your system. If it’s any above 1.8%, another year will be added on to the pile.

Keisatsu-chō ’

“Are you fucking kidding me?” The kid’s done it. He’s done the fucking work on this.

In a bizarre turn of events, the man somehow started laughing at the amount of karma that was suddenly carpet bombed on his face.

“This kid… he’s too much.” he couldn’t even get mad. The kid outsmarted him fair and square. He went for the gut, Hinata went for the head.

“I guess I better apologize.” He knew where he was headed that weekend. “Maybe even ask for a ceasefire. Jesus Christ, man...”

The man went to bed questioning his decisions about pranking the kid with something better, but he decided against it. For now...

Chapter Text

[-x-]

A few days have passed since the pretty mild first day(for his class’ standard). Apart from Komaeda’s early class wreckage, nothing significantly damaging has happened lately. Under the supervision of Yukizome, they’ve been quite behaved.

Well, at least outside of classes. The gymnasium and pool periods were another story.

Now though, Hajime was enjoying the peace and calm of the cafeteria kitchen. The smell of fresh ingredients permeated the vicinity, as well as a mouth-watering cooking of another Ultimate.

“Hinata-kun, could you be a dear and pass up some fresh tomatoes from the refrigerator?” Teruteru Hanamura requested from his spot across the kitchen.

“Would you stop calling me dear?!” he yelled back, slamming his hands on his counter, “I swear to god I’ll hurt you one day!”

“Oh you don’t have to hold back against me~.” the cook swooned, “I know you like it~.”

“No I don’t, you unbearable prick,” he stomped towards the fridge, “I’ve said the same thing for the past three days!”

The bartender forced the fridge open, luckily not a single item spilled on top of him. He pulled the crisper drawer and picked up some glossy red tomatoes by the vine. Closing the appliance, the boy then trod to his classmate.

“Here’s your damn tomatoes…” he handed over the requested fruit.

“Aw~ how sweet of you. C’mere, I’ll give you a hug as a reward.” the plump boy sprung to pounce on Hinata.

But a quick chop on the head halted the action, “Do you want me to throw you out again?” the bartender threatened indifferently. This wasn’t his first rodeo against touchy customers.

Usually, he’d have his much stronger Boss handle them; but in a few close calls that she wasn’t there for, he had to scramble around trying to find something to defend himself with. His two co-workers decided to just laugh at his misfortune like the pricks they are.

So, he decided to sink some time learning some basic martial arts from Dana. It was definitely worth it, especially right now. Though, the way she taught them was a bit unconventional. She made him stay still while he tried his best to defend himself against a fucking professional wrestler.

It took him awhile but he eventually got the hang of it. She said that she made him train his reflexes first before any proper techniques, justifying herself by saying that fights mostly consisted of on-the-spot thinking. She wasn’t wrong, but what was he supposed to defend himself with without moves?

He decided not to question her too much, he wasn’t the expert after all.

But why was he placed in these positions? Man… was working with creeps a permanent curse cast upon him?

The chef, the title Hanamura prefered to be called as, rubbed his injured cranium. His hand reached out to his pockets and pulled out his signature white comb that he brought everywhere. Then straightening the ruffled part.

“You didn’t have to hit me you know?” Hanamura huffed, “But if you like to take it that way, I don’t mind~.”

“That’s it!” he lifted the chef by his double-breasted jacket but immediately dropped him. “Damn, I already did this yesterday. Whoo, maybe I’m just tired…”

“Oooh, where are you taking me Hinata-kun?” The chef got up and latched onto the bartender’s right leg, “Your dorm room perha-” another chop aimed at the neck did the trick to get some peace of mind.

Hanamura collapsed onto the floor, his beady eyes, marginally different.

“This school can never give me a five minute break.” he sighed and dragged the other boy to the kitchen exit. Then, raising Hanamura and placing him in one of the many cafeteria tables.

‘He should be awake by the next period starts, I hope… I don’t wanna drag this bastard upstairs.”

Well, he still had a couple minutes left of practice before… lunch started…

Hajime turned his head back to the unconscious boy in front of him and uttered his regret.

“Fuck.”

In a totally non-panicked way, he began shaking the chef violently in hopes of regaining consciousness, “Wake up! Wake up!” but to no avail. He ran back into the kitchen to check the food currently cooking.

Since him and his classmate started honing their talents in the school cafeteria, they had been tasked to make the meals and drinks for certain days of the week for the entire school. It just so happened to be Thursday, one of the days included.

He noticed some diced onions and garlic by the counter that was supposed to be added to the boiling pot sitting on top of the oven. His hand reached for the knob and turned the fire off.

The teen needed to think of a solution and fast.

He couldn’t cancel today’s lunch, that would be an absolute disaster, especially to those who relied on the school to supply them sustenance.

He had to try or else he’d have to deal with a horde of screaming, hungry and most-likely rabid high-schoolers who relied on the cafeteria for their lunch. That included one of his frightening classmates, Akane Owari.

Making his own lunch was out of the picture. He doesn’t have enough time or the skill to prepare lunch to a population of more than fifty. Not adding the fact that he could barely make himself his own lunch!

His face lit up immediately. He knew one way to do it instantaneously, but it would involve a specific ingredient that he wasn’t sure the school even had.

He got going, booting up his map and scrolling through the entire area.

[-x-]

Hajime knocked on the doors of one of the Research Labs. A nameplate was attached to the door revealing the owner: Seiko Kimura, Ultimate Pharmacist. If he was to find this component, this was his best bet. Fifteen minutes remaining on the clock.

The brown-haired boy stood still waiting for an answer but none came his way. Naturally, because of his rush, he pulled open the door himself.

“DON’T DISTURB ME!” a shriek, clearly from a girl, was the response he got.

He promptly shut the door close as he rested his back on the door in order to calm his nerves. Two minutes passed according to his E-Handbook and the wooden frame started to budge.

The bartender moved out of the way, revealing a mess of gray hair from the small gap of the entrance until it fully displayed the entire person.

From what he assumed, this was Seiko Kimura. She sported the Hope’s Peak Academy uniform and had a respiratory face mask covering her face. Her complexion seemed far paler compared to the ordinary person, he speculated she was sickly.

Her hairstyle somewhat reminded him of Nanami’s and from the girl’s exposed features, no not that, she looked to be a senior of his.

“What were you interrupting me for?! I would've been seriously hurt if I messed up the amount I put in that test tube!” she berated him for his actions, clearly irate.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” he held up his hands in surrender, “I promised I didn’t mean to! I was just in a rush!”

“Didn’t anyone tell you not to burst in people’s places?!” she continued her chastising.

“Yeah, I get it! I learned my lesson.” The boy slumped his shoulders, scared shitless of what the girl would do.

“Oh.. good good.” completely calming down in that instance, she seemed to regret her outburst, “I apologize for shouting at you.” bowing as a gesture.

‘Such a 180. She’s a reserved person for sure.’

“It’s fine, don’t worry too much about it. I deserved it anyways, I was in the wrong.” he admitted, trying to appease her as much as he could.

“O-Oh… no one’s done that to me before,” surprised that he even acknowledged his mistake, “M-Moving on… what were you here for?”

“Umm, I was going to ask you if you had any compressed/caffeinated Adelhyde in your Research Lab.” he crossed his fingers behind his back.

“I do...” Hinata nearly jumped in joy, “but… what do you need ‘Hyper Sugar’ for?” calling it by the common name.

“Sweet, no pun intended. Uh, I was gonna take a few grams of it to wake someone up.” ‘That I knocked out…’ he left that unsaid.

“Sounds awfully suspicious.” she narrowed her eyes and slightly closed the door.

“Yeah, and I just realized that.” scratching his head. “I can’t really do anything about your distrust right now. So lemme introduce myself to you, my name is Hajime Hinata and I’m the Ultimate Bartender of Class 77-B.'' holding out a hand.

“Seiko Kimura, Class 76th’s Ultimate Pharmacist.” her shaking felt weak, confirming his theory.

“Kimura-senpai, I know you don’t trust me right now but that Adelhyde badly.” still trying to cover up his embarrassment.

His senior looked on the fence. Did he honestly look like the person to abuse drugs? Well... to be fair, he’s looked like a zombie since Monday.

“Can I atleast get an idea of why you want something that can make someone run five kilometers at top speed?” she insisted.

“Alright, I’ll tell ya what happened…” he recounted his stupidity to a total stranger. Her reaction somewhat surprised him, she was pretty accepting of his actions, even managing to sneak in a giggle when he told her about his regret.

“Fine, I believe you. It’s at the top shelf in the third cabinet at the right side. The container has a red and brown striped label with the sticker of its name. You can’t miss it.” pointing towards the direction of the cabinet.

“Thanks alot.”

He finally entered her Research Lab.

An abundance of chemistry equipment was lined up neatly on top of a long counter in the back end of the room. His eyes went into the middle of the room where a large serpentine table was. It had slightly messy cups of what he thought to be drugs were right next to a stand with a tube placed in and a bolted chair, placed directly in front of it.

He turned his head towards his right side of the room. He noticed several cabinets were paralleled to the left side cabinets. Four cabinets per side and placed right next to each other.

Pacing towards his objective, he looked downwards to the tiled floor. It was so shiny and clean that his shoes alone made marks on it. Though, his face turned sullen to see that her floor was more reflective than his mirror at home.

Reaching up and pulling the door open, he looked up to notice a bunch of other energizing drugs were all labeled and lined up depending on their sizes. He identified a red and brown-striped hiding behind the left hand side.

Grabbing it and taking it out to confirm that it was the correct bottle. Once he read the label, he walked towards his senpai to show her.

“Is this the right one?” Hinata asked.

“Lemme see.” she swiped it away from his hands and inspected it. “Yeah, seems like the right one.”

He tried getting it back from her but she hid the drugs behind her back. “First things first, do not drop it, even a quick sniff of this drug can get someone drowsy awake in seconds. Dropping it and letting the powder circulate in the air is potentially disastrous, even outdoors.”

“After the dosage you require is taken out. Seal it back up properly.” she finally handed him the container now inside a metallic case.

“Also, sign this paper. It ensures that the people that request or take some of my personal inventory don’t go unnoticed.” she extended her hand that had a pen.

“Alright.” he took it and signed the paper with his name, homeroom and title. “Here.”

“All done. Remember to give it back by the end of today, I don't like being disorganized and losing fatal substances from my sight. I’ll be sure to notify you by private messaging in the HPA chats.”

“Thanks alot!” opening the door and waving goodbye at the pharmacist.

That was a good five minutes time down the drain. He had to hurry back down but decided against it. Kimura-senpai trusted him enough to grant access to a precarious drug, so he wouldn’t do anything to break that.

She mentioned something about private messaging. So he fired up his E-Handbook and checked his icons. Lo and behold, a private app that had Hope’s Peak logo slapped on top of it. He tapped his finger and opened the program.

His eyes laid on the multiple selection screens. One was a Student section, another was a Staff section, the third was a Groups section and the final was a search bar.

‘No messages. Figures.’

No one has messaged him yet since he was still new and who would even do that? Well, some of his classmates would but that was besides the point. He typed in Seiko Kimura on the search engine. A few seconds of loading time later, her face popped up with her general info that Hope’s Peak took.

‘Likes: Mixing medicine; Dislikes: Loud noises… yikes, no wonder she got on my case.” he grimaced.

He clicked on the mail button and a conversation tab opened on the Student’s section. Tapping on it, he made a quick greeting and promised to return it back.

She sent a bunch of kaomojis and a thumbs up as a response. That took him by surprise that he only managed to send a smile back.

“Huh, I guess she’s a lot more expressive in text.” he shrugged off telling himself that he’s seen far odder behavior from other people.

[-x-]

Getting back in the kitchen, he got down to business. Emptying his sole shaker and washing it off with the tap, he readied the other ingredients needed to make a souped up cocktail.

‘A Sparkle Star for our chef… starting with the aged Powdered Delta, two grams of that...Then, a full ounce of aged Adelhyde. Finally, adding one scoop of amplified Adelhyde to the mix. Don’t forget to close it.’

He shook it as efficiently as he could until he felt like the drink was ready. Slapping the cap open with a satisfying pop when new air rushed in the container, he open-poured it into a poco grande glass. A red-orange liquid flowed and crashed down.

With five minutes left, he reignited the stove and headed outside to his classmate.

Hanamura was currently drooling and dreaming certainly about something sexual. From his past confrontations with him, every single one managed to be ended with a sexual innuendo. That was a hard and impressive record to beat, be it a bit crude.

He could only hope no one surpasses the chef in terms of sexual insinuations, it was already painful enough as is to be a bartender at a semi-popular bar filled with weirdos.

Hinata raised his chin up and poured the drink inside Hanamura’s mouth. Slowly but surely emptying the glass, the plump boy started to agitate til the drink was over.

“Ahhh~, that was a delicious dream… huh?” he noticed his surroundings, “Why are we in the seating area, Hinata-kun? Did something happen? I have so much stamina right now. Why do I feel like I can last forever in be-”

“Before you finish that last sentence up, lemme explain. I knocked you out because you wouldn’t stop making sex jokes and it got on my nerves. Then, I realized we both had to make lunch today so I rushed upstairs to find something that’ll wake you up.”

“Someone upstairs lent me some of their produced drugs, safe to consume of course-”

“Hold on, hold on.” the other boy interrupted him now, “Are you saying that you drugged me?”

“...Yes but for a good reason.”

“Oh what a bad boy you are, Hinata-kun~. Next time you might even roofie my drink~.”

“Dude no! Stop! Don’t give me another reason to knock you out cold again. Plus we have a job to finish and we only have a little less than five minutes left.”

“Right! Let’s get back to work. We can make this happen!!” the shorter of the two threw his right fist into the air.

‘Second surprise of the day, Hanamura being serious. Then again, his enthusiasm for food is genuine.’

“Yes we can.” he happily cheered back.

They barely managed to finish their tasks in time. Gruelling, but they were both up to the challenge.

[-x-]

Hajime was drinking his orange juice when the cafeteria request bell rang. They already served most of their servings to the students so this one might’ve been caught up in something. Hanamura took his break so he would be the only one to respond.

He got off his chair and walked out.

“Oh, Hinata it’s you.” a voice he recognized called out.

“Koizumi. What brings you here? Don’t you usually make your own lunches?” he brushed his hands on his worn apron.

“I do but my friend forgot to pack hers and the food already ran out in their sector.” she put her hands on her hips.

‘Their sector…? Ah…” he picked up on the wording.

“You mean it’s your friend from the Reserve Course?”

“Yeah, she said it’s fine if she didn’t eat today but I insisted.” her face scrunched a teeny bit. “And the lunches of Main Course students are free. So it’s not costing me anything.”

“Damn, didn’t realize you were that close to her.” he genuinely stated.

“Been this close since Middle School. The only way you can separate us is by force.” she smiled gleefully.

‘Big backstory they have going here.’

“Which meal would you wanna give to her? We have soup, pizza, spring rolls and sushi today. Don’t worry about the quality since Hanamura made it with ‘love’... supposedly.”

“Do you have Harumakis? She likes that the best.” tapping on her chin.

“We only have three pieces left, would that be enough?” grabbing the serving tongs and handing it out in a brown paper bag.

“Yeah, she doesn’t eat a whole lot which reflects on her health a little bit.”

“Maybe I can make her a drink that’ll have extra nutrients that she needs?” he jerked his thumb towards the kitchen door.

“You can do that?” she looked content to see someone offer her friend some help. But then raised an eyebrow. “Wait, but aren’t you a bartender? Don’t you only serve mixed alcohol?”

“Well, most of the drinks I serve have alcohol but I have non-alcoholic beverages in my catalogue. If I don’t, what kind of lousy bartender would I be?” he squinted.

“Woah, didn’t mean to offend ya. I was just wondering.” she pulled up her hands.

“Nah, it’s all good,” he grinned, “I gotta defend my pride and passion a little bit. Don’t wanna look like some pushover in front of my clients.”

“Got it. I think everyone Ultimate here has some form of pride about their talent…” but then remembered a certain trainwreck of a human. “...with a few exceptions.”

“Yeah… I’ll mix up the drink in the back,” turning around, “you can come watch if you want. I’m not gonna put anything weird in it, I promise.”

“I kinda wanna see you in action so I’ll come.” walking into the kitchen with him.

They went to Hajime’s station in the room. “You can wait there, I’m just gonna get a few more ingredients.” He opened some cabinets to find the elements he wanted to add in.

A few more seconds of scrambling around, he looked back to see Koizumi messing around with the camera she brought everywhere and anywhere. Seriously, he never saw her without that thing, even in gym class.

“Okay, I found what I need. So I’m gonna start the mixing process now.”

‘A Fluffy Dream with some vitamins extracted from the vegetables.’

He grabbed a bottle of aged Adelhyde and poured one and a half ounces in his jigger, flicking his index smoothly to transition the liquid into the shaker. Three teaspoons of aged Powdered Delta to balance out the immense sweetness of the Adelhyde. He closed off his boston shaker by pouring the liquid on the bigger cup and locking the two cups together.

Shaking it up in a tempo that the drink necessitated, he started slow and gradually went faster and faster till his hands were a mere blur to the naked eye. After a few moments, his shaking stopped in an instant and he smacked the shaker to release the pressure built up inside.

A cold hiss resonated and a light green liquid was gently filtered into a funnel connected to a metallic bottle. He sprinkled the crushed vitamins inside the funnel to ensure that he didn’t waste any and continued pouring.

“Wow.” the sound of a whistle came to his right where the photographer was positioned. He noticed that she had her camera out aimed at his direction. “If this place didn’t have such poor lighting, that could’ve been one of my best pieces to date.”

“Here,” handing out the container, “You can give it back anytime you want, preferably today though, I only have a limited amount of bottles.”

“Thanks.” Placing the drink inside her lunch bag. “I’ll give it to you after lunch.”

“Gotcha. Tell her not to drink too much at one time.” he warned. “I don’t want her to choke, I’ve already seen a fair amount of those. All of them come from my dad.”

He looked back at the many times his old man tried downing a whole drink with added supplements and almost being sent to the hospital once again for his carelessness. Hinata really only wanted to add some nutrients to his parent’s otherwise unhealthy diet.

“That stuff can hook someone after only one serving-” shoving one of his hands into his apron pocket before being interrupted.

“Then why didn’t you tell me so!” she chided. “I don’t want my friend addicted to this!”

“Hey, hey. I don’t serve to get people obsessed with my drinks!” he started backing up as soon as she leaned in.

“Then what makes you think I’ll give this to her now?” pointing her finger at his face.

“I was about to say that the sensation won’t last longer than the given time to drink the whole thing.” he gently explained to the irate redhead.

She backed up right away and coughed. “Heh… sorry about that.”

“No worries, I’m used to customer complaints.” he shrugged. “Helps me grow y’know?”

“No, no. I’m clearly in the wrong here. I apologize for screaming at you like that. It’s just that... the mention of addiction kinda hits home.” guiltily looking down on the floor, “literally.”

“Don’t get yourself in a twist. I didn’t think much about it.” Patting the photographer on her shoulder. “But hey, shouldn’t you leave now? There’s only 45 minutes left till lunch is over.”

“I should. But I still feel bad for doing that,” then her face brightened up when an idea formed in her head. “Tell you what, why don’t I invite you to meet her? It should be enough time for me to formally apologize.”

“It’s fine reall-”

“It wasn’t an offer, Hinata.” she smiled with a hint of jest. “You’re coming with me or I’m dragging you there to meet my best friend.”

“Is it really the best idea to make up by inviting me there?”

“No, but it’s the quickest one I can think of right now. Hurry up or we won’t have enough time.”

She walked out of the kitchen, fully expecting him to follow suit. Well it wasn’t like he had any more business there anyways… aside from operating it and handing out lunches. Eh, Hanamura’ll come back eventually.

‘Plus, do I really have a choice in this at all?’

The answer was a no. When the hell was it ever a yes?

[-x-]

“Man, why does this place look so drab…?” he asked out of curiosity and distaste.

“Yeah… even I can’t say anything notable about this place. It’s basically impossible to compliment.” she voiced out. “Her homeroom’s on the sixth floor, so that’s where we're going.”

They both stared down the monotonous face of the building they were facing. Not having anything else to do, they walked in.

The immediate stares came rushing in as they set foot inside the hallways. Reserve Course students whispering to each other about their unwelcome presence. At least that was what he got from those offended or intimidated facial reactions.

The two of them unconsciously inched closer to each other.

His mind went back to the article he read a few days ago. These paying students are essentially judging him for barging in their territory. He didn’t think the jealousy towards the Main Course was this bad. Well, he hasn’t really seen this side of the Academy yet so this was a surprise.

More judgemental stares continue to engulf their visions. He had to break the silence.

“So… you have to deal with this every time you wanna eat with your friend?” he questioned her, confused as to why she wouldn’t simply invite her friend outside in the humongous park between the two academic buildings. There were even benches near that fountain.

“Yeah, at this point, this doesn’t really bother me.” she shrugged.

‘How?! You have nerves of steel, woman!’ Hinata’s jaw was barely hanging in there, imitating his pink-haired classmate’s face.

“Your face is screaming ‘How?’ so I’ll answer. I’ve experienced and seen this staring schtick since Middle School. This is just an amplified version of that.” the redhead looked into the distance.

“What were they staring at you for?” curiously raising an eyebrow.

“I was outed as the weirdo who carried a camera everywhere.” responding as curt and ambiguous as she could.

“Huh. Guess we have more in common.” an honest look developed on the bartender’s face.

“You were too?”

“Like I told you at Orientation, most Ultimates have their fair share of hardships. Some more extreme than others but that’s besides the point. People back in my old highschool generally didn’t like hanging out with me cuz of my usual drowsy slash dead appearance, calling me names and shit when they felt like it.” he confided, chuckling at his past.

“...Glad to know I’m not alone.” her smile was enough to give him the message.

They stepped out of the long flight of stairs and entered another hallway of critical eyes. Every time he glanced at one of the Reserve Course students, they either looked away to pretend being busy or expressed even more caution.

There wasn’t any point in continuing this silent feud with these people so he decided to simply appreciate the wooden carving of the floors until they reached their destination.

Koizumi went forward to one of the doors and slid it open. Her demeanor lightened when she identified a clutter of distinct dark-green hair. The other girl did the same until her irises landed on him. She scrutinized the bartender like a dog would to a stranger in their property. Luckily, no one was in the class to witness his unease.

“Don’t worry, he’s harmless.” the photographer announced.

‘The hell? Harmless...? Since when was I a threat?’ Hajime thanked his self-control for not saying that out loud. The two Ultimates arrived in front of her desk and the girl stood up, silently analyzing the boy.

“Hinata, this is Sato Amami, my best friend. Sato-chan, this is Hajime Hinata, a classmate of mine.” they silently shook hands, as stiff as it was. Both looked wary of each other, not breaking their eye contact.

“You better not mess with her, alright? Or else you’ll have to deal with me…” she loomed over him like a predator.

“Hehehe, n-no worries, I won’t.” This woman matched a livid Dana in terms of intimidation.

A streak of sweat slid down his back when a smack came and knocked him out of his thoughts. He looked to his right and spotted a chuckling Koizumi. Another bout of laughter came from the other girl.

“Mahiru, you never told me he was a scaredy-cat.” Amami snorted, holding on to her abdomen.

“We got you good, Hinata, didn’t we?” The redhead grinned like a menace, the greenette jumped on the bandwagon.

“Wait, what’s going on?” he said, confused, afraid even.

“Oh, it’s just tradition for us to mess with new people we both meet.” the grin still plastered on her damn face.

“It’s fun to see people’s reaction.” the Reserve Course student rested a fist on her hip. “Everyone says that I can look pretty menacing, especially near Mahiru-chan around other strangers. So we decided that we could mess with people and get them spooked.”

“She can be overprotective at times so we used that to our advantage,” smiling at the bartender, “Alright! If we don't start eating now, we're never gonna finish it.”

“You’re legit not gonna wait for a response about the shit that you guys pulled?”

“Nope.” Koizumi said.

“Alright then” his shoulders slumped, “I already ate lunch though.” he pointed out.

“Doesn’t matter, I can share some of my bento.” she dismissed him.

The photographer rotated the desk ahead of the normal student and connected it together while the bartender dragged the chair and placed it in between.

“Sato-chan, here’s your lunch I got from the cafeteria.” she placed the lunchbox in the middle. “Hinata here actually made you a drink, it’s inside the bottle.”

“Oooh, Harumaki, finally something other than sandwiches.” her eyes glowed in delight. She took the first bite and her visage turned dreamy. “Oh god, this is so good!”

“Our classmate Hanamura made that. Despite his… attitude around everyone, he’s a pretty competent cook.” Koizumi complimented.

“Chef. He prefers being called ‘chef.’” he pointed out.

“Why does it matter?” the green-haired girl asked.

“I’ve been working with him in the kitchen for the past week and he kept bugging me about it. It just became a habit now.”

“Couldn’t imagine working with someone that unbearable.” the photographer expressed.

“He isn’t that bad once you’ve been exposed to some of his antics for more than a day.” ‘ Very hypocritical coming from a guy who knocked him out for the same antic.’ he bit his tongue from saying that.

“Let’s just see where he’ll be after a month. If he doesn’t change, we’ll make him.” Koizumi casually threatened, biting into an octopus hot dog.

“That’d be fun to see. Keep me updated on it.” the other girl requested while finishing up her first spring roll.

“Don’t worry, it’s not easy to forget about the guy.” Crossing his legs. “Even if everyone in our class stands out, he’s one of the more sneaky ones which ironically... makes him stick out more.”

“I heard from her,” pointing at her friend, “that you guys almost destroyed the gym yesterday.”

“Yeah… you can blame Saionji for riling up the two brawniest people in the class. In a volleyball game yesterday, she basically told Nidai and Owari that they aren’t trying hard enough and that they sucked at the game, even though her team was losing by a huge margin.” he narrated.

“After that, those two just went ham,” the photographer continued, “Those two double-teamed the opposing group, destroyed the other team and cracked parts of the floors. The losing side didn’t even try, they just let the ball hit the ground.”

“How bad were the damages?” she said after swallowing the second Harumaki.

“Mild compared to some. But an average person would never get to witness a one-sided match between insane Ultimates and the floorboards.” the bartender replied.

“I’d pay to see that. It’d make for a great TV show.”

“I can almost see it,” he moved his hands in an arcing motion, “Class 77-B, Insanity Above Comprehension.”

“And I can’t believe both of you are still sane.” her eyes shifted to him then her best friend. “Those classmates of yours sound like they should be locked up in a mental asylum away civilization that they can damage.”

“That’s not the worst part, I think this is just the start of the descent.” he scratched his cheeks. “It’ll get progressively more deranged as time goes on.”

“Then why not get someone who can spearhead you guys into some form of structure.” she suggested.

“If we’re talking about that, then Yukizome-sensei can help out.” her friend placed her chopsticks on top of her container. “But only if it fits her agenda. Most of the time, she just ignores the wreckage.”

“Have you guys nominated a Class Representative yet?” the Reserve Course student asked.

“No, not yet.” Koizumi responded.

“And I don’t think we’ll have one in the near future. None of us so far are viable candidates.” he added. “I’m too tired to handle that damn class, so leave me out of it.”

“I can do it… but I’m hesitant. I’m not very charismatic nor do I hold back on my scoldings. I can’t really remain impartial, especially towards boys.” the photographer stated.

“You do give us a lot flak fo- ow!” someone stepped on his foot, his head turned towards the greenette.

“Well, I think you’ll do well once you get the hang of it.” putting her hand on top of the redhead’s and ignoring Hinata.

“That’s not unbiased at all… Ow!” he got stepped on again for that remark.

“Still, I don’t think I have the patience to manage that ‘rat’s nest’ of a class.” even she expressed her dislike for the anarchy.

“That’s the real problem here. Having enough willingness to endure.” he affirmed. “How ‘bout we deal with that obstacle once we get there, I don’t wanna think too hard on this right now.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” she pushed her bento box towards him and Amami, “Here, you guys can have the rest, I’m full.”

“I don’t think I can finish that. I still have to drink the juice this guy made.” she pointed towards him.

“I have a name y’know?” he quipped.

“ Hinata, do you want the rest?” she offered.

“Eh fine since no one'll eat it,” he dragged it towards him, “Did you bring another pair of chopsticks?”

“No, I forgot to get another one in the cafeteria earlier.”

“Uhhh, isn’t this… hehe… a bit weird then?” chuckling nervously.

“What is?” apparently oblivious to the fact until... “Oh.”

The girl’s face turned as red as her hair as she immediately dragged backed her bento and shoved it in her bag. She looked bashful and avoided looking in his general direction. He was just questioning how she never realized it.

“So… Amami, wanna try the drink I whipped out for you?” he started to spark up another subject.

“Y-Yeah, you should try it. I took some pictures of this guy while he made it, one of the few times Hinata didn’t look dead or half-asleep, hehe...”

‘Wow, thanks for the compliment…’

“Okay...? I’ll try it now then I guess,” she brought out the canister and twisted the cap open, “Here goes.”

He could pinpoint the exact moment the liquid hit her tongue, it was when she went wide-eyed. Surprise and delight came attacking her taste buds, bombarding them with the perfect blend of sweet and tart.

She only reverted to reality once she swallowed the final driblet.

“Damn, that was it?” shaking and wobbling the bottle to verify, she then turned to him with pleading puppy eyes, “Hinata, can you make me some more of this stuff? This is the best drink I’ve ever tasted in my life!”

“Heh, it’s nothing much,” playing with his cowlick, “I can, but on one condition.”

“Shoot.” she confidently urged him.

“You can only receive this drink once a week, maximum.” he announced.

“Only one?” looking slightly deranged and offended, “Can you maybe bump it up to four…?”

“Nope,” he shook his head, “I’m not trying to get you dependent on this.”

She shot up and grabbed him by the collar, lifting him up slightly from the ground.

“Sato-chan! What are you doing?!” the redhead got up and tried prying off her currently delirious friend.

“Make it four or I’ll use anything other than-” a strong flick between her eyes got the bartender free from her grasp.

“Ow!” she caressed the afflicted spot, her eyes reverting back to their neutral state. “Hinata! What was that for? Wait, what happened?”

“You don’t remember?” her worried friend asked, “You tried to attack him to get some more juice. Speaking of that… Hinata!” she turned to him, “You told me that the effect only lasts a few seconds! That was almost a full minute!”

‘Hm, she’s a lot more susceptible to the drink which means that she has a very low grade of tolerance against a dopamine attack, especially from my drinks.’ he rubbed his chin.

“Oi! Answer me now, Hinata!” Koizumi demanded.

“Oh, uh, I think the effect lasted longer cuz she never really felt that much dopamine from a drink before and a spike of it didn’t help her logical thinking. Tell me, Amami, have you ever felt a rush that high before?”

“This isn’t time to treat my friend like a lab experiment y'know!” the photographer voiced out but the Reserve Course student responded anyways.

“No, I don’t think I have.”

“That explains it,” he nodded, “I usually only mix these for my old man and I know damn well that his tolerance is insanely high. I should’ve realized that so, I’m sorry for making you crazy for a bit there.”

“Nah, it’s fine really. I didn’t mind it aside from the being insane part.” she brushed it off so casually. “This isn’t the worst thing that happened to me, I don’t think you can ever beat my brother on that.”

“If you want, I can make you a less druggy version of this, like, a way lesser version.” he emphasized.

“Eh sure. What’s the worst that could happen?” she grinned and left her hand up for a high five.

“I dunno, this again?” he chuckled and clapped her hand.

“Are you guys done ignoring me?” a tired voice asked.

“Yeah, don’t worry, we didn’t forget about the only other person inside this classroom.” Amami jested and patted the head of Koizumi.

“Hey!” she swatted it off while the other two laughed. Seemed like he gained another friend and a partner in crime at the same time.

‘Not a bad impression for once… aside from drugging someone and making them batshit part. I still gotta test this out and ask the people to rename this drink, Fluffy Dream, my ass.’

They all sat back down and chatted/teased the photographer until the two Ultimates had to leave.

“Alright, nice meeting you, Hinata.” she conveyed her contentment with a smirk. “Sadly, you guys have to go back now.”

“Such tragedy being separated from your best friend huh?” he grinned.

“Nah, I see this flat chest everyday so not really.” teasing the redhead and pointing at her bust.

“Would you guys stop?” she deadpanned while the two retained their devious expression. “This is harassment y’know?”

“Oh we do.” the girl continued. “But really though, if you guys don’t leave now, you’ll be late. Not that there’s really any repercussions for that.”

“There is. Yukizome-sensei’s foreboding acts of violence that she calls lessons.” he dragged the chair back while Koizumi rearranged the tables. Koizumi gave her a goodbye hug. “See ya another time!” he waved as his classmate followed him out.

“Bye!” she waved back just as he slid the door closed.

[-x-]

“Well, that was something…” he remarked.

“Yeah, I didn’t think she could get that friendly to someone that quickly,” sounding relieved that the lunch went well as it did, “Not gonna lie, you do have a certain charm on you that I can’t put my finger on.”

“Are you saying that you're starting to fall for me?” he said out of reflex but also as a test.

“What?!” caught off guard by the question, “O-Of course not! Why would I be? We just met!”

‘Yep, that’s a tsundere reaction if I’ve ever seen one.’

“Calm down there bud, it was a joke.” holding his hands up in surrender.

“O-Oh,” realizing her outburst, “Yeah, sorry about that.” she was trying to cover up her tomato tinted face, then her attention got caught by someone in the distance. “Huh? I-Is that Nanami-chan?” she most likely said as a diversion.

He spotted the mentioned student sitting at the same bench he first saw her at. As usual, she had her GameGirl in hand, too fixated on her screen to see anyone in her peripheral vision, perhaps even recognize the short amount of time before they come in late.

The two walked closer and closer until they were touching distance. The girl noticed shadows hovering her portable console and paused her game to see what was up.

“Hey hey,” she nonchalantly greeted them, “What are you guys doing out here?”

“We were walking back from the Reserve Course after lunch with a friend of mine.” the redhead explained.

“Huh? Why was Hinata there then? Did you invite him to do his route?” she asked, making the bartender blush and the photographer confused.

“What do you mean by his rou-”

“No no, she wasn’t, Nanami.” He cut her off before she can make her face turn into her hair color again. “I just completed a quest she requested.”

“Ahh, okay. That makes more sense now.” she nodded, it seemed that the analogy worked, “What did you do for her then?”

“Make her friend a drink and deliver it there.” he said, hiding the fact that Koizumi invited him there in the first place.

“That’s great then, I hope you got a lot of exp.” She ended the conversation by going back into her game, not noticing that she ended it preemptively and left the other two hanging.

“Care to explain what you guys talked about?” She did her signature move and laid her hand on her hip.

“Just explained what we did in the Reserve Course building in gamer language.” he was silently thanking that she hasn’t understood any of that. “Nothing much.”

He hoped that wouldn’t pry anymore. Having to deal with a bumbling mess for a second time didn’t seem too appealing for his current state. That being half-asleep trying his hardest to pretend fully awake. Thankfully, she didn’t.

“Oh okay.” she tapped the gamer on her shoulders, “Nanami-chan, we should get back to class now or we're gonna be late.” the pink-haired girl silently nodded and walked while mashing buttons to near-destruction. The other pair followed silently.

Up until Koizumi decided to look up what those terms meant and turned all tomato once again.

[-x-]

“Oi oi, Hinata.” his pink-haired friend called out. “Can you stop flexing that you hang out with women? You’re making the rest of us jealous here.”

The mechanic was standing above him while he was seated on his spot.

“Okay, aside from you and Hanamura, I don’t think ‘the rest of us’ applies.” he countered, “And even then, I was just hanging out with Koizumi while we just crossed Nanami on the way here.”

“Hanging out huh? Are you sure that’s all you did?” a shark-toothed grin materialized.

“Yes, keep your dirty-minded thoughts away from me please. I’ve had enough of those to last the week.” The bartender was straight-faced.

“Oh c’mon. Lighten up! I was kidding… kinda. Your entrance still looked suspicious as hell, Koizumi was blushing man! Blushing!” Soda threw his hands up.

“What? You’ve never seen a girl blush before?” he curiously asked.

“Nope.” ‘that’s kinda sad…’ “Oi! Knock that pitying face off. I can tell what you’re thinking!”

“Hehe, fine…” he chuckled while his friend remained annoyed.

“By the way, didn’t you promise me some conversation lessons on Orientation day? You better hold your end of the deal. I need those right now to woo Sonia-san.” Soda implored.

“Oh damn, I kinda forgot about that.” Hinata buried his hand in his spiky mess. ‘I don’t think you’ll ever get close to wooing her.’

“Of course you did…” the mechanic looked despondent.

“Look man, you can’t blame me. I didn’t see you for like... two months,” he shrugged off while making excuses, “Don’t worry though, just come on Saturday at my bar and I’ll teach you some basics.

“Even if any normal person should know them already...” Hinata muttered, ‘wait, why am I thinking anyone’s normal inside this classroom?’

“Aight, you better not forget this time. Where is it?” pulling out his Handbook.

“I won’t, I won’t. Central Street, it’s between a karaoke bar and a Big Bang Burger. You can’t miss it.”

“Got it. What time’s your shift that night?” he asked.

“Around seven. It doesn’t matter if you’re late, I’ll be there overnight, just don’t be too early.”

“Why? Cuz you won’t be there?” raising an eyebrow.

“Nah, cuz there’s a bunch of lowlives hanging around the area before my Boss clears them up.”

“Can’t you just call up some cops?”

“You think we haven’t done that before?” laying his elbows on his desk. “They just come back and flock that alleyway for some reason.”

“Then how does your boss do anything to ‘em? Beat ‘em up or some shit?” crossing his arms.

“Sorta? I’ve never seen her actually do what she does to make them scram, but I don’t wanna know either.”

“Man… how scary is he?” mistaking her gender.

“She. My Boss is a she. Did I ever tell you she was the Former Ultimate Wrestler?”

“Oh shit… yeah, not messing with her… ever.” he shook his head while making a ‘X’ with both his arms.

“Don’t ever underestimate her, it’ll be your head. I’ve already seen some poor schmuck get clotheslined off the chair and lay on the floor till the medics picked him up.”

“Holy- okay stop. You’re making me shit scared to go there now!” biting his fingernails and pulling down his hat.

“Hehehe, don’t worry. You’re pretty safe unless you try something dumb; like flirt with my co-worker or destroy property.”

“Aight, gotcha.”

“Everyone! Get back to your places, we’re starting Free Reign!” Yukizome-sensei announced.

“See ya there.” his friend saluted with his fingers.

“Yeah, I will.” he saluted back

Such a taxing day for Hajime, more than usual at least. Maybe he should ask to lessen those gruelling work hours... On second thought he will, his survival was more important than money at the moment.

He remembered he had to give back the Hyper Sugar, a whiff of that sounded far too tempting since Hajime desperately needed a second wind if he was to do his shift tonight. Oh god, this class was going to be the death of him.

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[-x-]

"Another shift, another pain…" Hajime groaned as he reluctantly pushed the door open to Va11-Hall-A.

Heading to work immediately after finishing the homework Yukizome-sensei gave the class nabbed his small respite that he got in between.

Seriously, what was researching his classmates’ hobbies going to do in the long run? Nothing much from the surface, and it kinda has a bit of a stalkery vibe attached to it. To be fair, he’d be with them for three whole years so it’s logical to learn about them now more than later.

Nevertheless, couldn’t she be a bit more relaxed about the work? She literally gave them a same-day deadline where if you didn’t do it, you’d get punished the second she sees you in class. She pulled out her swords in this part of the speech/explanation for good measure.

He doesn’t even want to consider the nasty plots she’s going to unleash. The thought of it gives him chills.

To his credit, he did it that afternoon solely because he wanted to sleep all night and all day tomorrow; which is a Sunday, the only day when he wouldn’t be breaking his back. Suffer now, downtime later.

About the work, it’s an essay about how their class could coalesce into something ‘youthful’ by researching everyone's talents and how they could ‘merge into something beautiful’. Very much a nonsensical description, but his hopes for his teacher having the mental sanity of a sensible human being is non-existent.

Oh boy, he couldn’t imagine Komaeda’s delight from this project….

Aside from a few exceptions, everyone he’s met in school has either had a screw loose or batshit insane, probably only having two people as exceptions(maybe three if he pushed it). And thank god there was a small light in this delirious hell, imagining that he was the only reasonable person struck terror in his soul. The only ending he’ll have in that situation would be a mental asylum.

Moving on, he wagered that he was one of the few that actually gave a shit and did it properly and those same people can be counted on one hand. Half the class would probably turn in a paragraph worth of information that she would accept. Hajime would too if it wasn’t for the principles that actually made him work in a bar in the first place.

“Yo, Hajime!” Dana greeted.

“G’d evenin’, Boss...” he sloppily waved.

“Lighten up! You won’t survive with that attitude,” Crossing her arms, one of which was a prosthetic, “C’mon, you're the person people are willing to visit this bar for, get your gears oiled up and goin’!”

“Yeah, yeah…” he yawned, stepping into the counter and putting on his apron.

“I’m serious this time though,” she added, “Jill called in sick and Gil is only coming back tomorrow, you’re pretty much alone and helpless tonight.”

“Oh, c’mon man…” he slumped his shoulders, “why’d it have to be today…”

“Hm?” that piqued her interest, “You got somethin’ goin’ on this evening? You usually don’t complain about these things.”

“Nah, nothing.” he tried to shrug off, looking down on the ground.

“Spill it, Hinata-chan~.”

“I swear there’s nothing.”

“Is there anyone special you invited from school~? Hajime, it’s only been a week since that teacher of yours dragged you back-”

“No!” he maybe yelled a bit too loudly, “No one special, just a few friends that wanted to spend some time.” he finally gave in.

“A few? ” her mischievous grin rising, “That means there's more than one, you sly dog~.”

“Boss, I am telling you, I didn’t invite anyone to woo them with my above average bartending.” attempting to apply some logic into the mix, “They’re just here because my schedule doesn’t have much space for hanging out.”

“Kill joy.” she pouted.

“Better than you teasing me for being a fuck boy,” he reasoned, “Seriously, I’ve worked here for years, did you not get the memo that I don’t attract women?”

“Tsk tsk tsk, Hinata-kun…” Dana shook her head, “You’re literally as dense as a brick, flirtation literally flies over your head.”

“No, I’m not.” he deadpanned, “That’s the one thing I can say I’m good at.”

“Pfft, what? Avoiding women that display interest?” she was close to burst out laughing.

“No! Not that, picking up on cues.”

His boss laughed at that statement. “You can make pretty funny jokes sometimes, no wonder you get more chicks than Gil.”

“It’s not even a joke…”

“This is also not adding the fact that you’re a tsundere. Girls love those.”

“What the hell do you mean tsundere?!” that certainly got his attention, scowling.

“Oh, Hajime…” she sighed, “You’ll never get over that fact.”

“It’s not a fact, it’s baseless as all hell.” he slowly returned to his neutral state.

“Yup, sure, keep fooling yourself.” finally walking into her office, a grin still spread on her face.

‘The hell does she mean by that…’

It sounded so ridiculous in his mind. Him? A tsundere? Nah, it couldn’t be. There was just no way. How can a cynical person like him have a tender side?

He chalked it up to another one of his Boss’ antics to mess with him. Hajime shook his head and finally decided to set up the bar.

[-x-]

“Yo!” Soda’s voice echoed from the entrance. “Hinata!”

“Welcome to Valhalla.” the bartender greeted and indicated a seat in front of him.

“Sheesh, never seen you so professional.” walking up towards his classmate, still clad in the blue jumpsuit that Hajime always saw him on.

“Yeah, it's a habit I got from a co-worker.” he explained. “Take a seat and I’ll get you what you want.”

“You actually thought I brought cash?” Soda’s eyes sparkled as he took a seat, “That’s so nice of you!”

“No, this drink’s on the house.” he laid the menu in front of the pink-haired boy.

“Ooh, fancy~,” observing it, “I owe ya one for this.”

Meanwhile, Hajime exited the counter and walked in front of the jukebox. Setting up the playlist for the night, he kneeled and chose which songs would set up the perfect mood for a lesson.

“You guys have a jukebox here?” Hinata saw his friend turned towards his direction, Soda’s face showing a look of interest.

“Yeah, my Boss bought this thing way before I started working here.” clicking on ‘Every Day is Night’ and ‘Welcome to Va11-Hall-A’, some of his personal favorites.

“I’ve been tryin’ to dig up one of these in the junkyard for a while now, they’re rare as hell to find these days. Been wonderin’ what kind of goodies they have inside.” his expression showing a sense of bliss.

“Can’t you just buy one and open it up?”

“Dude, do you not know how expensive these types are?” the mechanic questioned, “They almost cost a million yen per unit!”

Hajime’s eyes widened in surprise, “Seriously? They’re that pricey?” Now the teen wondered where his Boss actually got the money to burn on that machine.

“Yep,” scratching his cheek, “‘Rock-ola’ jukeboxes are nothing to sneeze at. Though, they mostly rely on collectors to buy their overpriced nostalgia boxes.”

“Damn, never would’ve imagined…” getting up, he heard the track start. “I guess my Boss is a collector for these things if the furniture here is anything but for flaunting.”

“What kinda songs you guys got there?” the other boy’s ears picked up on it as well.

“Pretty sure it’s mostly specially commissioned with one exception being a Kira Miki song.”

“Man, you guys have a budget here... I hope your bar has enough to pay for all of these.” the mechanic adopted a pitied look.

“You’re gonna have to ask someone else, I’m just a bartender here.” he shrugged while entering the counter.

“No way in hell I’m asking your Boss.” shaking his head rapidly.

“You haven’t even met her yet.” the bartender pointed out.

“Dude, she clotheslined someone. That’s enough to make anyone back out.”

“I think you’ll change your mind once you meet her,” Hinata reasoned. “She’s practically harmless unprovoked.”

“Even still, what if I actually piss her off?” Soda contemplated but quickly moved on, “Anyways… how are we gonna start the lesson?”

“Which drink do you want first?” tapping his finger on the menu, “And before you ask, you can only choose from the non-alcoholic section.”

“Yeah yeah, ya don’t gotta worry about that, I got enough alcoholics in my family.” putting up a near unnoticeable strained grin, “Ooh, this sounds cool, one Crevice Spike please.”

“Coming right up.”

Hajime grabbed a clean shaker and popped it open. Scooping up two grams of Powdered Delta and placing it inside. Then, he measured two ounces of Flanergide indicated by his jigger, flicking it sideways for a smooth pour. He sealed it up, held it properly and dry shaked it.

Afterwards, he grabbed an old-fashioned glass and coolly poured the lime-colored drink in.

“Here ya go.” he pushed the glass towards the mechanic, wiping the non-existent spills as a habit.

“Damn man, you didn’t have to be all fancy on me.”

“What do you mean ‘fancy’? I did what any normal bartender could do.” Hinata argued.

“I dunno… it just looks better than what I’ve seen on TV.”

“Thanks…?”

“I got you, fam.” Soda offered a fist-bump that he awkwardly returned. “Alrighty... how do we start this?”

“No clue.” Hajime admitted, he figured it was better to be honest, “That’s our first step I guess. Our goal here is to allow you to talk to girls well enough that you don’t break down in their presence. Did I get that wrong?”

“Dude,” holding on to his chest, as well as the tears in his eyes, “You didn’t have to assault me like that…”

“Ah shit, my bad…” he apologized.

‘I’m already failing miserably as a mentor… great start.’

“Uhh, how ‘bout we think of who you’re actually trying to woo.” Hajime tried again.

“You’re never gonna guess who it is, hehe.” confidently chuckling to himself.

“Dude, you already told me.” the bartender impassively said, “And even if you haven’t, there’s like a hundred damn clues you never even tried to hide.” ‘Like acting like a creepy stalker…’

“Man… you don’t gotta be that blunt.” his shoulders sinking.

“Yeah, sorry about that. I’m still trying to figure out how to teach you something that comes naturally to me.”

“It’s cool, at least you’re tryin’ to help me.” Soda smiled, “Feels nice to have someone on your side for once.”

‘Rough territory here Hajime, tread lightly.’ he warned himself.

“You asked so I’ll help you the best I can.” giving his classmate a thumbs up.

“Thanks, soul bro.” Soda produced his own while winking at the brown-haired boy. There was a slight pause before Hajime picked on what his friend said.

“...Is that what you’re gonna call me from now on?” He asked, curious.

“I mean, if you like it enough, then yeah” grabbing his glass.

“I don’t hate it.” Hajime then saw his friend’s pleading eyes, just begging for him to give in, “Fine… just don’t go spouting it everywhere.”

“Ayyy, knew you would’ve had a change of heart.” finally taking a swig of the drink. His eyes widened as the liquid touched his tongue, his gulps didn’t stop until he emptied the glass till the last drop, ”Goddamn, that’s some good stuff, Hajime.”

“Glad you liked it, Kazuichi.”

The mechanic flinched, “Oh god, that sounds weird coming from you.”

“Ouch. What d’you mean by that?”

“Never had anyone call me by Kazuichi before besides my old man. Maybe shortenin’ it up to Kaz would sound better, try that.”

“Yo Kaz, how’s it goin’?”

“ Much better. Definitely. Dunno what I should call you though.”

“Just stick with Hajime, sounds alright to my ears.”

“Aight, back to my unrequited but totally deserved love from Sonia-san.”

“Yeah, deserved…” the bartender cringed.

“What was that?” Kaz asked.

“Nothing nothing,” he waved off and he finally got an idea, “How ‘bout we do what those movies usually do?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like, the other person pretends to be the love interest while the protagonist tries their best to engage in a conversation.”

“Oh those, yeah sure why not. Not like it could hurt anyway.” he nodded.

“Though, those things usually don’t result in anything other than a throwaway gag… we’ll try our best anyways.”

“I doubt I can ever see you as a woman though, let alone a perfect blonde bombshell like Sonia-san.” the mechanic sharply said.

“Jesus man, you didn’t have to brutalize me like that, beggars can’t be choosers y’know?” trying his best to convince his ‘bro.’

Hajime was ready to bring out his high-pitched voice when the entrance door opened. Both boys turned around to see a pink-haired woman with a cigarette at the edge of her mount standing by the door frame.

“Hajime-cchi!” she greeted with a laid-back grin, “Long time no see.”

‘Wow, talk about perfect timing.’ he quipped.

“Long time no see, Hagakure-san. Welcome to Valhalla.” Hinata smiled.

“I see you still got new customers comin’, ya checked his ID yet?” she asked.

“Nah, don’t worry. He’s not here for alcohol.”

The mechanic simply stared curiously at the woman.

“Good, good.” nodding to his response.

Hiroko Hagakure was one of the standout clients Hajime got. She was a middle-aged woman (at least from what he assumed, she doesn’t look a year above 30) with fair skin and light-pink hair, usually wearing ripped jeans, a stadium jacket and a tank top underneath.

Her attitude was something he wished he had; calm, relaxed and open-minded. She won’t mess with you unless you mess with her. Although, she has to get rid of her smoking problem.

“So, what brought you here today?” he asked.

“Figured I’d drop by while I wait till they release my son,” flicking her the burnt ashes atop a trash can, “Hiro-chan got caught up in some teeny tiny trouble earlier, police are interrogating him right now.”

“That shouldn’t take too long then,” already preparing clean utensils but inquired despite already knowing the answer, “Care for a drink?”

“You already know what I want.” she grinned, inhaling the rest of the tobacco and throwing away the butt.

Hajime grabbed from the aged section. An ounce and a half of Adelhyde as well Bronson Extract with the same measurement, two grams of Powdered Delta, three-quarters of Flanergide and Karmotrine each. With all those ingredients together, he shook it to the exactitude needed for the perfect version of a Piano Woman.

“Don’t forget to pay for it like last time.” he voiced.

“No worries, Hajime-cchi.” she brought out a worn out pouch, “I remembered.” setting down a thousand yen bill.

“Now, who exactly is this other kid?” Hagakure-san she finally asked.

“A classmate of mine from Hope’s Peak,” explaining it as concisely as he can, “he wanted some tips on how to talk to girls so he went here tonight for those lessons.”

“Interesting…” sipping on her glass, “How’s the progress goin’?”

“We kinda just started so… none.”

“He’s been pretty quiet, is that a normal thing?” glancing at the boy beside her.

“I… don’t think so,” he snapped his fingers in front of his friend’s face, “Oi, Kaz, come back down to Earth.”

“O-Oh! My bad, was just imaginin’ somethin’.” and returned to Earth he did.

“Which is…?” Hajime asked.

“N-Nothin’ important,” he said with a disjointed smile, proceeding to stare off for a few more seconds before returning.

‘Weird… never seen him act like this.’ the brown-haired boy thought.

“Aight kid, you do you.” she shrugged.

“Anyways, we were about to do that schtick that movies do when the friend tries to act like the love interest,” Hajime continued on.

“But?” requesting elaboration.

“Kaz says that it won’t work cuz he can’t see me as a woman,” leaving out the blonde bombshell detail, “So... I figured you could help us since you’re an actual woman.”

“I guess I got some spare time,” she shrugged.

“Okay, great.” clapping his hands together, “Yo, loverboy. You down to talk to her instead?”

“Uhh, yeah sure.” the mechanic agreed.

“You don’t sound too sure there, Kaz.” Hagakure-san pointed out, “got the hots for me?”

“No! My heart is already reserved for one person!” he denied.

“I admire your enthusiasm,” she smirked, “Why don’t you tell me your full name? I doubt your name’s just ‘Kaz’.”

“Kazuichi Soda, at your service.” offering her a shaky hand.

“Nice to meet you, Kazuichi-cchi.” eagerly accepting it, “Nah, I don’t think that works… I’ll just call you Kaz-cchi.”

Kaz looked confused at the attachment, turning his attention to the bartender for answers. “It’s a thing she does to everyone,” he explained.

The mechanic accepted it. “So, how do we start?”

“Tell me how this crush of yours acts.” the pink-haired woman asked as she took another swig.

“Oh, she’s amazing!”

‘Here comes his skewed-ass view…’

“She’s a princess from a European country! Even if she’s a part noble, she still manages to act polite towards everyone, which I disagree on, she should boss everyone around including me, but I digress. She can basically do anything! She’s perfect!”

‘Huh, much better than I anticipated, thought he’d bring up some of his creepy fantasies about her. Maybe I should give him a bit more respect...’

“Hajime-cchi, is anything he said accurate?” she caught on.

“He could’ve toned it down a little bit,” pointing out the obvious, “Sonia acts like any teenager would. She’s kinda like a tourist who came to Japan for the sole purpose of being in tune with it’s anime culture. Though, she has the speech pattern of a noble and her expressions can fall flat.” Hajime gave as much detail as he could.

“I think I got all that. What does she call Kaz-cchi?” she asked.

“‘Soda-san’.”

“Okay, let’s start.” Hagakure-san drank the rest of her beverage, “You ready?”

“You bet I am.” the mechanic flicking his nose with his thumb.

And so the lesson began.

They started off fairly well. Their introduction was pretty smooth all things considered.

Hagakure-san captured Sonia’s invigorating naivety to sell the image. Performing as accurately as she could imitating a teenage princess from a foreign country. Even adding Sonia’s weird phrasing, where has she hidden all this talent from him?

Kaz on the other hand tried his best not to be distracted by the well-endowed chest in front of him. His lack of interaction with females was proving to be a difficult hurdle to leap across, stuttering every few words that came from his mouth.

Then, the two immediately ran into a brick wall.

“H-Hehe, the weather’s nice today huh?”

Hajime mentally facepalmed. His job was to oversee so the conversation doesn’t crash and burn while he gives his pointers and thoughts on the matter. Awkward moments like these are when he steps in to mend it.

“Kaz, unless you have another jumping point topic, don’t bring that cliche out of nowhere.” he instructed.

“Oh, okay, gotcha,” he nodded and got back into the conversation, “what kind of hobbies do you have?”

“I view anime and j-drama on my spare occasions.” the pink-haired woman answered in a pitch higher than her usual one.

‘Bingo, something both are interested in. Should be smooth sailing for a while.’

“Me too!” he enthusiastically said, “w-what anime have you watched?”

‘Not bad so far…”

“I’ve had the opportunity to watch masterpieces such as ‘Cattleman Jazz’ and ‘Lunar Witch,’ those are what I rank the highest in my list.” she replied.

“Ooh, I see that you like the classics Sonia-san.” nodding in reverence, “I respect it.”

“I am grateful, Soda-san.”

“H-Have you watched any of the recent ones that came out?”

“No, not at the moment,” she said, “I am more in tune with the era of animation in the olden days, would you be kind and propose some of your own favorites?”

“Re:Nil just got a new season, a very anticipated one at that. The new Attacking Behemoths season is all that’s everyone’s talking these days, for good reason though.”

“Oh yes, the forums I lurk in have had several pages of discussion about it.”

“Heh, I’m not that smart in that.” he dejectedly laughed, “Analysis and all that character deconstruction stuff, I’ll leave that up to the nerds.”

“Shouldn’t you be deemed one considering your current title?” Hagakure-san pointed out.

“I’m only good at building machines,” Kaz explained, “Nothing else.”

“You shouldn’t put yourself down like that,” laying her arm on top of his, “You can be much more as long as you strive for more than what you currently have.”

“Thanks.” he smiled gratefully.

“You are welcome.”

[-x-]

“I think that’s enough roleplay for the night,” the woman said getting up from her seat, “gotta get my baby back from his confinement.”

“Thank you, Hagakure-san.” Hajime bowed, encouraging his friend to do the same.

“Thanks for helping us.” Kaz in turn bowed.

“While I appreciate the gesture, you boys are making me feel older.” she deadpanned. “Not a good way of saying goodbye.”

“O-Oh! We’re sorry!”

“W-We didn’t mean it! I swear!”

“Hehe,” she chuckled, “Look how cute you two are, being flustered… don’t worry, I was kidding.”

Both did a sigh of relief.

“I forgot to bring it up because you two were so into it,” Hajime started, “How are you so good at acting, Hagakure-san? Where’d you learn all that? Did you take acting classes?”

She winked as a response and said, “Trade secret.”

“C’mon… what’s there to hide anyways?” he pried.

“More than you would think, young summer child.” she smirked, “anyways, I really gotta go now, see you boys!” exiting the bar.

“Bye!” Kaz waved, “Thanks for the help!”

“Come again!”

Once the door closed, the mechanic said, “Sheesh, what a wild woman.”

“She really is…” he agreed.

“How’d you even meet her?”

“Dunno, she just randomly came in the bar one day,” putting the empty glass in the sink, “after a few nights spent drinking, she just became a part of my regulars.”

“Damn, she got in the inner circle that easy?”

“You saw for yourself how smooth she is.”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

Hajime washed the used glasses and placed them on the dryer, meanwhile Kaz was busy tinkering with a remote he brought along to probably pass time with.

“Hello? Is anyone here?” a soft but familiar voice echoed from the entrance.

The boy turned to see their class’ Ultimate Gamer holding her E-Handbook.

“Welcome to Valhalla.” Hajime announced.

“Yo, Nanami!” Kaz greeted, “Wacha doin’ here?”

“Hinata-kun told me I could come here and play the arcade machine.” tucking her Handbook in her cat-like backpack and walking towards them.

“It’s right there in the corner,” pointing at the black machine, “I don’t think I need to help the Ultimate Gamer on how to use an arcade cabinet, so I’ll leave you be.”

“Okay!” Fast-walking in its direction.

Hajime grabbed a towel below the sink and rinsed it. Squeezing the rag before wiping the counter clean. Then, he washed the rag and wiped the display bottles on the shelves.

“Psst, Hajime,” the mechanic got his attention, “You sure you don’t wanna chat with your crush?”

“She isn’t my crush.” he rebutted.

“Not yours huh~?” he had a glint in his eye. “So is it another chick in class?” grinning like a lunatic, “Surely, not the particular redhead I’m thinking about~?”

“Kaz, get your head out of your ass.” he picked up a clean glass to wipe.

“What?” he seized the opportunity to mess with his friend longer, “Am I wrong?”

“Yes. Dead wrong.” putting the glass down and picking up another.

“You still haven’t proved to me otherwise.” laying his chin on his palm, the grin intact.

“*sigh* this is a lost cause.” he exited the counter.

“Where ya goin’?” the mechanic asked.

“Since there aren’t any clients, I might as well tidy up the place.” he opened the cleaning closet.

“Is that just an excuse so you can avoid my question?” raising an eyebrow.

“No, but you’re free to think that it is.” he grabbed the broom and dustpan.

He started at the doorstep of the manager’s office, sweeping most of the dirt around it while gathering it up with the pan. As he slowly cleaned towards the center, the office’s door opened.

“Oh wow, not many clients today huh.” Dana rested a hand on her hip, “So rare these days.”

His Boss cracked her bones as she rotated her hips, “Yo, Hajime, did you do anything to scare the customers? I don’t wanna be losin’ money.”

“I don’t think so…” he answered, “I bet it’s just another accident outside the bar.”

“Yeah,” the overall silence allowed the soft-spoken gamer to be heard, “There was a robbery at a nearby bank, I think.”

“When’d that happen?” the wrestler pried.

“A few minutes before I came here, that’s what I heard from the passersby and the police in the area.” Nanami responded while simultaneously crushing the game.

“Odd…” the white-haired woman voiced.

“What do you mean?” Hajime inquired.

“An info broker told me that the heist wasn’t till tomorrow.” she said to everyone’s surprise. A few seconds of silence till-

“What?!” Kaz broke the ice. “Why do you have that information?”

“Is that risky info needed for your quest line?” Nanami turned her head in her direction, costing the pink-haired girl her final life.

“Who tipped you, Boss?” he fired, already knowing parts about her somewhat shady past.

“Some guy named Orihara.” furrowing her brows before shrugging it off, “Man… what a bummer… guy’s a double agent. Guess I won’t trust his advice next time.”

“What were you going to do with the tip?” Nanami leaned on the machine, “Beat the robbers for exp?”

“Exactly that, young lady!” she punched her palm, “I was gonna beat those guys senseless because I wanna show someone that I still got it.”

“Who are we talkin’ about?” the pink-haired boy shakily asked.

“No one you need to know about.” crossing her arms, ending that subject.

“Man, this is scaring me…” Kaz shivered, “Aren’t you worried that they’d attack you here?”

“Nah, those bastards won’t even dare step into my territory.”

“How are you so sure?” the gamer held up a finger, “You could get a bad roll and invade you.”

“I don’t think they will.” Hajime backed her up.

“How am I so sure?” she huffed, “Cuz they already know who they’re messing with.”

…

…

“...I’m sorry, but who are you exactly?” Nanami’s eyebrows rose.

“Does the name ‘Red Comet’ ring any bells?”

“Oh shit!” Kaz yelled, “You’re the Red Comet?!”

“The one and only.” she smirked.

“No fucking way-” his eyes widened in awe.

“Uhh, who’s Red Comet?” Nanami cut through Kaz’s enthusiasm like butter, “are they a celebrity, a streamer maybe?”

‘This girl’s lack of social knowledge baffles me.’ he almost chuckled.

“How do you not know the woman that won against a group of bears single-handedly?!” the mechanic pulled his hair in confusion. “How bout that one time she dominated the MMA free for all with her hands tied?”

“I’m not big on anything that doesn’t involve games.” Nanami succinctly stated.

“That’s a fair point, I guess.” Hajime laid his head on the broomstick.

“ Anyways,” the wrestler transitioned before another yell fest from Kaz spawned, “That doesn’t matter right now, watch out for a guy with black hair wearing a black coat with fur lining. He’s settled around Akihabara so keep an eye around that area.” she warned.

“Got it, Boss.” he casually saluted with his fingers.

“I’ll make sure to turn on eagle eye!” the pink-haired girl huffed.

“Man, I think I learned something I shouldn’t’ve…” Kaz shook his head vehemently

“I’ll leave you kids be,” putting both hands behind her head and walking off, “back to the office I go!”

Once the door shut off, the gamer asked a question, “Uhh, Hinata-kun?”

“Yeah?” he turned his head towards her.

“Do you wanna play multiplayer? I wanna try getting the highscore there.” she dominated his personal space once again.

“Ayo, Hinata-kun~, I don’t think you can reject her offer.” his friend slyly commented.

“Zip it, Kaz,” he snapped his fingers and drew a line across his lips, “Yeah, sure, I’m down. No one’s prolly gonna come in a while.” backing up to keep his space.

“Thought so.” the mechanic grinned.

Then the bartender thought of something to keep the bullshit divided equally, “Oh! I got an idea, Nanami.”

“What is it?” Tilting her head.

“Why don’t me and Kaz over there switch everytime we lose a life?” he proposed, “Just to make it more interesting.”

“Ooh! Great thinking, Hinata-kun!” she jumped for joy and rushed towards the machine.

“Seems like the lady has made her decisions huh, Kaz?”

“Man… why'd you have to drag me into this?”

“Dude, you’re the one who put me into this position.”

“True, true. But do you realize we’re just gonna get shat on by her?”

“Can we really do anything about that?”

“Nope.”

“Then, let’s go do our best.”

“Yay…”

Nanami fired up the cabinet and inserted a 500 yen coin on both separate stations, “Who’s going first?”

Kaz immediately pushed Hinata forward, “Go get ‘em, tiger.”

“Fine…” he grabbed the joystick and prepared himself, “Ready when you are.”

Nanami pressed start and the show began.

The first 10 waves were pretty simple to deal with, especially with a teammate that can carry you like a princess from a fairy tale. He shot the enemies down, barrel rolled through the barrage of bullets that the game threw and used his super whenever he was stuck with no way out.

His teammate on the other hand hasn’t used her super once and kept accumulating them. Presumably because she knew she could simply dodge anything that the game launched at her. She didn’t seem fazed by anything that happened.

More waves came and went, Hajime started to feel the heat. Barely being able to dodge the projectiles despite putting all his concentration into it. He didn’t even check where he was shooting, blind shots were all he could manage now.

Eventually, his ship got destroyed and his side of the screen displayed a game over.

“God, that was hard…” he flexed his fingers to ease the muscle tension.

“Aw man, was hopin’ you wouldn’t get past 10. There’s no way I can make it that far…” the pink-haired slumped his shoulders.

“It doesn’t matter how far you can make it,” the gamer countered while nonchalantly annihilating everything in her path, “All that matters is that you have fun while playing.”

“Isn’t it more fun the further you make it?” Kaz replied curiously.

“If that’s what you find as ‘fun’ then sure,” narrowly dodging the boss’ rockets with a swerve, “But not everyone finds fun in difficulty. For example, ‘Dark Spirit’ isn’t for everybody, but certain people find enjoyment out of it.”

“Masochists, they are.” the mechanic quipped.

“Maybe,” she unleashed her first super, “But, at the very least, they had fun.” she turned around to face them and warmly smiled.

“Hinata!” his friend whispered, “How does someone respond to that?”

“Don’t ask me, man… Why don’t you use your knowledge from earlier?”

“This is a different chick! How would I know how?”

Once Nanami died(intentionally of course), she passed Kaz a yen coin to insert.

He honestly didn’t expect his friend to be this bad at games. Immediately after starting, Kaz’s ship got blown up by a near-stationary mine and all he could say was “I couldn’t see it, it’s too dark!” despite the background being pure black and the models having bright colors.

The pink-haired boy asked if he could try again and Hajime gave him another shot for redemption. They restarted and the mechanic performed a little bit better. He lasted past the 10th wave boss but he died immediately afterwards from another pair of mines.

“Damn, shit’s harder than it looks.” the mechanic sighed and Nanami intentionally dive bombed again.

“It really is…” he concurred, “After you get past the beginner’s learning curve, it only gets more and more agonizing.”

“Shit… yeah, unless I come here every night, no way in hell I even get past that first curve.”

“Oh! Soda-kun gave me an idea,” Nanami eyes gleamed, “How ‘bout I let you borrow my GameGirl?”

“...You sure about this?” the mechanic’s brows knitted, “We’re practically strangers.”

“Yep! I trust you. Even if you lose it, I have three to spare,” she rummaged her backpack and pulled out a pink device, “Here.”

“Aight, thanks! I’ll make sure to practice tomorrow so I last longer next time.”

“That’s what she said.” Hajime couldn’t resist.

“Shut up, Hajime.” he glanced at him.

“Heh, couldn’t help it.”

All three of them played for more than an hour and had so much fun that they were surprised that the time passed so quickly to the point that it was almost midnight. From Nanami teaching them some important mechanics in the game, to exploits she discovered on her own while simply playing, there clearly was a lot to learn in this one game.

Even for Hajime, a veteran in his own opinion, didn’t know about the easier glitches anyone can perform, like what the Ultimate Gamer dubbed the triple dash invi-super. It doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue but the literal naming scheme helped, your ship basically gains i-frames while firing a super and practically the safest way to unload everything you have.

Kaz was having a hard time soaking in all the info dump and concluded that he’d simply develop muscle memory after he’s played enough. Not a bad way to learn a game with techs that rise into the fifties.

“I think it’s time for us to go home, Soda-kun.” the gamer said while putting her yen coin pouch inside her bag.

“Yeah, last train’s gonna leave in…shit, fifteen minutes.” checking the schedule on his E-Handbook.

“You guys better start running if you wanna catch that.” Hajime pointed out.

“I know, I know. Suck’s that I live all the way in Aki though. I’m scared I'm gonna meet that broker.” pocketing his device.

“Soda-kun, can you accompany me to the station?” Nanami asked, “It’s already late and I don’t really want to risk getting my pouch and another GameGirl stolen.”

“Yep, I gotchu. I’ll walk ya there.” he flashed a thumbs up.

“Thank you.”

“Alright, thanks for having us, soul bro!” he wrapped his arm on the brunet's shoulders, “You think we can do this next time again?”

“Can’t see why not.” he smiled.

“Ayyy, you wanna do this again, Nanami?” the pink-haired boy returned it.

“Absolutely!” she cheered uncharacteristically.

“You guys wanna make a group chat in the message boards so we can talk online?” the bartender asked.

“Sure!” Kaz pulled his E-Handbook once again and after a few seconds, both Nanami’s and Hajime’s dinged.

<You’ve been added to “ The Galaga Club”.>, it read.

“I know it isn’t the most creative name but it’s the best I can come up with right now.”

“It’s actually pretty good.” the brown-haired boy complimented.

“I like it.” she followed up.

“Aww, thanks guys.” scratching his head.

“Forreal though, you guys have to go now or else you’d be forced to walk home.”

“Aight aight,” he let go and started walking off, “See ya, Hajime!”

“Bye bye, Hinata-kun!” she waved.

“See you in school!” he saluted.

The door closed and Hajime sighed in amusement. Tonight felt tiring but in a good way, he had formed a friend group. Now that he thought about it, he was never actually in any groups in his previous highschool, always the loner type because of circumstances.

People either invited him out because they either felt bad or they needed another pair of hands. He didn’t wanna gamble with that hand so he always refused their offers, sometimes lowering his already rock-bottom social reputation in the school.

At least they let him have his nap, well until a certain incident including his future school happened. He just had to ruin his streak by letting his tongue slip. Not like it matters now since he’s already out of the woods.

He shook his head to get rid of the trivial things he usually overthinks about and directed his focus on his current job. Sweeping the floor and making some more batches of ingredients the bar was lacking.

After a while, more customers finally came in and flooded the place up. It was damn lucky that he was freed up to hang out with the other two. This shift took more out of him for the particular reason that he was the only one serving drinks to the amount of people that he couldn’t count with both hands. Why did his co-workers leave him to undergo torment?

Could his luck be any worse?

[-x-]

An hour left before his shift was done, the rat just had to come stop by and slap his complaints in the face.

“Yoo, how’s it goin’, kid?” Kizakura slyly asked.

“It was going great till a certain someone came in the bar.” narrowing his eyes to prepare for anything.

“Jeez, relax there,” holding up his hands, “I’m not here for my revenge, the opposite actually.”

“And what makes you think I trust you enough to even believe a shred of what you just said?” still in full alert.

“Man… you got some real trust issues.” the scout sighed and sat down.

“Wonder who’s fault that is.” crossing his arms.

“I’ll admit,” laying his chin a fist, “I really didn’t think it was a great idea to dupe your teacher and make her drag you to class.”

“You forgot the humiliation I got from being seen in public.”

“True… you’ll hate me for this but it still makes me chuckle every time I visualize that.” he grinned, “I saw a post online with you and Mitarai being dragged without mercy and I laughed for about an hour.”

“Fuck off, just leave if you’re here to piss me off.” jerking his thumb towards the exit, his fuse diminishing faster than sound.

“Then I guess I’m stayin’.” he shrugged impishly, “Look, I’m sorry that I took it too far.”

“Oh?” raising his brow, an apology coming from Kizakura? Impossible.

“I can already feel the scepticism,” he frowned, “But I can’t really blame ya.”

“No shit.”

“I went too far and I take full responsibility.” offering his hand, “Do you accept it? It’s 100% fine if you don’t.”

‘And man am I tempted not to but I think this might be a good place to restart. He better not fuck it up again.’ he clutched it and they firmly shook.

“Now that that’s out of the way,” ‘The nonchalance on this guy…’ “why the hell did you think banning me from alcohol was a good thing?”

‘Oh that’s why you actually came here for…’

“Cuz it's the worst punishment I could think of without pulling too many stunts like you did.” Hajime justified.

“God, I hate people that use their brains.” the blonde grumbled. “Can you give me my usual?”

“No.”

“C’mon now, Hinata.”

“Don’t they send people to verify that you’re not drinking alcohol?” he reasoned.

“Man…” the scout shrunk in his seat and gave up, “...Just give me some orange juice then.”

“Fine by me.” he sighed, he couldn’t really refuse serving someone the nectar of the gods, “Pulp or no pulp?”

“What do you take me for?” Kizakura took offence in that, apparently.

‘If only I can tell you all of it…’ he thought.

“I’m not a savage. No pulp.”

Grabbing some fresh oranges from the crisper and slicing them in half. He took a pair of squeezers out and extracted the liquid while having a strainer to prevent the pulp from transferring to the glass.

“Here’s an actual good drink for your liver.” sliding it to the man’s forearm.

“Thanks.” Kizakura sipped once and already looked disappointed.

“You’ll get used to it eventually.” Hajime offered some optimism.

“I don’t like it...” the man bemoaned.

“Then cry more.” he snapped back.

“Y’know, you really got a sharp tongue for a teenager.”

“Your dying livers are gonna thank me for a year long break.”

“Really doubt that… they love getting overworked.”

“You’re a lost cause…”

“Finally got you to realize that?”

“Nah, just trying to hope for the best for someone who somehow made me care for them.”

“That's... “ the man appeared genuinely surprised.

“I’m not throwing you another bone,” he added.

The room was nothing but silence, even the background noise from the jukebox seemed absent. There simply was a boy and a man contemplating on how they should go about their situation.

Hajime was screaming internally at how lackadaisical he said those words or perhaps why he even uttered them in the first place. He tried to regain some of his pride by adding a filler statement that he most certainly will break. Hating himself for what already happened was pointless so he braced for the man’s inevitable reaction.

Kizakura on the other hand seemed pleased at the boy’s words. Thinking that his usual attitude and pranks were nothing but a nuisance to a working class minor trying to support his father and himself but being proven wrong. He felt joy and a pit of his stomach drop, what the hell should he say now?!

“While I appreciate you trying to lead me to a better path,” the blonde started, “You don't really gotta do more than what you already do.”

“Like serving you drinks?”

“Not exactly,” his expression hardened, “Giving it your all in the chance I gave you.”

“The Hope’s Peak invitation?”

“Bingo,” downing the rest of the juice, “I already trust that you won’t mess it up, but give it your all by letting loose a lil’ bit. Have some fun in your class’ chaos, they might look insane on the outside but there’s still a whole new person you haven’t met on the inside.”

Hajime took in every word coming out of the man’s mouth.

“Chisa’s already doing her magic by bringing out the madness, all you have to do is group them in one circle.”

“Are you saying that I should be the class’ representative?”

“Right on point, kid,” he grinned, “I know damn well you have the capability, just gotta harness it y’know?”

“But why me?”

“A feeling.” Kizakura shrugged.

“...This isn’t gonna end well.” he said.

“Pretty sure Chisa’s gonna ask on Monday so you better show off your leadership skills.” giving the brunet a wink.

“I’m gonna go insane from this.” his shoulders slumped. “Didn’t think the school of hope would make me wanna quit halfway…”

“Meh, you’ll make it through, after all, you’ve handled drunk me. Anyways, gotta go now. Jin asked me to come today for a meeting, so I’ll get some snooze in.”

“Alright then, see ya.”

“I’m still gonna get my revenge by the way. Better watch your back.” Kizakura announced with a smirk and Hajime never felt so relieved and scared at the same time. On one hand, Kizakura came back to his normal state from acting like a genuine mentor. But on the other, what the hell was the man going to pull this time?

The door shut and Hajime sighed. This next week wouldn’t be pretty for his sanity. Since everything seemed to line up this next week, he might as well ask his Boss for a favor. Time to get the breathing space he desperately needed.

Chapter Text

[-x-]

Hajime yawned loudly as he stretched his arms, popping some joints in the process. He checked his phone for the time and felt great. He slept nearly 10 hours. A common occurrence on Sundays.

He draped his blanket over his shoulders in an effort to regain it’s comfort. Staying still and sucking in the ample amount of warmth, he breathed deep and hugged his other pillow.

‘Kinda wishing I didn’t go stingy on pillows, I’m basically hugging bricks.’ he buried his face on the cement block.

Maybe if he stopped buying three cartons of orange juice a week, he’d have enough saved up to buy some actual decent pillows. It’d improve his sleep quality by a mile. Too bad that wasn’t a sacrifice he was willing to do.

His blanket could also use an upgrade, it was literally just a thin piece of linen that never trapped heat. It had the tendency to give him shivers even in daytime. He complained about it to his dad but never received any backing towards an investment he desperately wanted. His usual responses were “Like we got the money for that, Hajime. Buy it with your own cash if you want.”

The boy tried time and time again to save up but his wallet went dry as soon as winter hit. The cost of heating was a serious money blackhole. He suggested buying a kotatsu but once again, his dad gave him the same excuses.

He was honestly considering packing his bags and moving into the Hope’s Peak dormitory at one point, though his conscience wouldn’t let him leave his father alone in his lonesome. This time, Tatsuya tried to convince him to move, the son decided otherwise.

He knew ditching his dad for the good life didn’t feel right, like he was breaking one of his core moral codes. That option was also thrown out the window once he realized that no one’ll be there to control his alcohol attachment. Another factor that could send the Hinata family into another pit of hell like the accident.

Hajime got up on his bed and settled his back on the wall. He opened his E-Handbook and saw notifications from the school’s messaging app.

||The Galaga Club||

Sunday | July 7th | 12:03AM

Kazuichi Soda added Hajime Hinata

Kazuichi Soda added Chiaki Nanami

Kazuichi Soda renamed the channel to “The Galaga Club”

Sunday | July 7th | 11:38AM

Kazuichi Soda: yooo, anyone on rn?

Chiaki Nanami: yep yep! └(^o^)┘

Kazuichi Soda: ayt good, wheres hajime?

Chiaki Nanami: i think he might be sleeping rn

Kazuichi Soda: yea tru, dude must be dead tired rn. when dyou think hes gonna wake up?

Chiaki Nanami: i dont know. but its probably gonna be in the afternoon

Kazuichi Soda: hows ur day goin so far?

Chiaki Nanami: woke up a bit ago and started my daily grind on land of warfare ᕙ(⇀‸↼‵‵)ᕗ

Kazuichi Soda: shiet, isnt that game 20 years old?

Chiaki Nanami: yea but its still fun and getting updates to this day

Kazuichi Soda: the devs must be gettin hella money if they still pump out expansions

Chiaki Nanami: the support mostly comes from the long time fans

Kazuichi Soda: these names are gettin p boring, imma change mine

Kazuichi Soda changed their name to Nutty Mechanic

Chiaki Nanami: i should change mine too

Chiaki Nanami changed their name to Professional Button Pusher

Nutty Mechanic: das a good name ya got there

Professional Button Pusher: thx! (•̀ᴗ•́)و ̑̑ saw someone comment this on one of my highlight vids

Nutty Mechanic: we should change hajime’s too

Professional Button Pusher: i think we should let him rename himself, its only fair

Nutty Mechanic: awn fine -_-

Nutty Mechanic: oh shit i just remembered, i forgot to do the hw from yesterday

Nutty Mechanic: shit shit shit, ye gotta go do that now, cya!

Professional Button Pusher: bye!

Sunday | July 7th | 4:23PM

Hajime Hinata: Hey guys! Finally got around to waking up.

Professional Button Pusher: hey there hinata-kun! o/

Hajime Hinata: Good afternoon, Nanami.

Professional Button Pusher: how was ur sleep?

Hajime Hinata: Pretty good! About 10 hours of it in fact.

Professional Button Pusher: is that enough? dont u only get about 3 hours on a weekday?

Hajime Hinata: How d’you know that?

Professional Button Pusher: oh ive heard u mutter it a lot in class

Hajime Hinata: Damn, makes me realize I complain a lot. Anyways, when do you think Kaz is coming back?

Professional Button Pusher: it says hes online, im guessing hes lurking?

Hajime Hinata: Maybe. How’s your LoW session going?

Professional Button Pusher: fantastic! just got the annihilator after grinding for 2 months!

Hajime Hinata: I’m gonna pretend I know what that is and congratulate you on your accomplishment. Congrats!

Professional Button Pusher: thx thx, its basically a gun that can one shot anything but has the highest cooldown time, charge meter and rarest bullet type

Hajime Hinata: Pretty sweet, but two months for one weapon? You sure that was worth it?

Professional Button Pusher: definitely ᕙ(⇀‸↼‵‵)ᕗ, i dont have to fight ridiculously tanky mobs and annihilate them in one go, only does half the health of bosses tho (ಠ_ಠ)

Hajime Hinata: Can’t you just use two bullets?

Professional Button Pusher: yea but what if the boss has another phase? i could just melt the other health bar instead

Hajime Hinata: how many bullets can you even carry?

Professional Button Pusher: four in the mag and 8 in stock, not to mention it takes a whole day just to get a few of them

Hajime Hinata: Diminishing returns! I guess that’s how you balance an overpowered weapon.

Hajime Hinata changed their name to Overworked Slug

Professional Button Pusher: ooh, creative name!

Overworked Slug: Just copied what one of the regulars calls me -_-. Seemed perfect for the theme you guys wanted.

Professional Button Pusher: soda-kun wanted them to be memes so i went with it

Overworked Slug: Yeah. In any case, @Nutty Mechanic, please respond if you see this. I’m gonna get out of bed for now.

Professional Button Pusher: ill be online too!

[-x-]

Hajime kicked off the blanket and stood up. He saw his father washing the dishes from yesterday. The boy scratched his unruly hair, transforming it into his usual spiked mess.

“Look who finally decided to get up.” Tatsuya scrubbed the spaghetti stains off a plate.

“Your son who worked for ten hours last night, that’s who.” He said walking towards the bathroom. The father chuckled at his son’s joke.

“Don’t sass me, Hajime.” pointing a fork at the teen, the older one smiled.

“You started it.” He yawned loudly, not in the perfect mood to fuel his dad’s antics.

The brown-haired boy twisted the faucet and splashed his face with cold water, getting rid of the eye crusts while he was at it. He dried himself off and brushed his teeth. Once done, he sat down in the kitchen.

“What? You expect me to serve you dinner?” His father flicked the water off his hands, “Get your ass up and serve yourself, I already cooked for you.”

“Wow, thanks for that…” Lazily dragging himself to the oven top. Scooping up some fried dumplings and rice, in addition to pouring a glass of orange juice, he grabbed chopsticks and began to dig in.

He checked back on his Handbook and saw no new messages. So, he decided to look up on last night’s heist.

“DICE strikes again!” An article reported, a tacked on graffiti of the group’s logo in the middle of the crime scene.

Police reports have yet to come out and the influx of journalists wasn't helping the situation. DICE has apparently gained a following after the streak of successful heists against these oblivious bank owners and their associates.

After which, the owner’s faces with clown makeup photoshopped on top circulated all over social media. Ballsy move coming from an up and coming organization tracked down by the law enforcements.

“Security of nearby banks has ramped significantly further.”

‘Not surprising, they’re finally taking it seriously.’ Gulping a mouthful of citrus.

“Hajime!” His dad called out from the living room, “Can you buy some batteries from the convenience store? The remote died on me again.”

“Yeah, I'll get some tomorrow.” He waved off, not taking his eyes off the screen.

"Can't you just buy it today?" The father inquired.

"Today's my day off though…" The son sighed and then asked "Why don't you buy it yourself?"

"Too lazy." Tatsuya plainly admitted.

Hajime facepalmed, today was both their day offs so neither of them really felt like going outside under any circumstance. No way in hell he was going to step outside, his legs already felt like hell after standing for hours on end last night.

“Maybe check the bedroom drawer, you might be able to dig some up there.” He recommended to his dad before shoving a dumpling in his mouth.

“Okay, it won’t hurt to try at least.” Tatsuya rolled from his sitting position to boost himself up with his knees.

As soon as the door closed, his focus went back on the article.

“DICE commander leaves a message!” ‘This’ll be interesting… the balls of this guy to actually do this… admirable but dumb as hell.”

“I’ll give you guys a hint on my next heist, nishishi~. An establishment of ambition and deception, a symbol of hope but only as a front. Have fun~~.” It read.

‘That seems way too much for a hint. It’s actually pitiful how easy it is to solve.’ Hajime shook his head, ‘There’s no goddamn way he’s not baiting them.’

Hope’s Peak Academy was the clear answer. It’s a cinch. But what do they mean by deception? Was the school hiding something from the public? If so, why does this organization even have this information? Their connections have to extend to the higher levels of society or the shady parts of it. In fact, this just showed how dangerous these guys actually are. Threat level jumped from 2 stars to 5 stars.

Clearly, whoever led DICE was a person of keen intellect. With their grandiose schemes coming into fruition, this wasn’t just some random nobody, they knew what they were doing and stacked plans on top of each other. Placing their pieces on the board and eliminating every possible threat without being seen or seized. It was impressive.

One wrong move could send this all spiraling down and they haven't made a slip up. Maybe that’s why the police were barely doing anything, simply waiting for DICE to mess up and track them after it. It was a smart move but after these many successful heists? They knew they actually had to act.

“Found some!” His father yell echoed from the walls.

“Ghood fo’ ‘ou!” Cupping his hands near his lips, nearly spitting some of the meat inside his mouth.

His tablet pinged. A message from the Galaga Club.

[-x-]

Nutty Mechanic: guysssss i need to ask u a favor!!!!

Professional Button Pusher: ?

Overworked Slug: What is it?

Nutty Mechanic: so… u know how we had hw we had to do right?

Overworked Slug: Yeah I read the chat logs.

Nutty Mechanic: i didnt send it in time so yukizome-sensei’s punishin me and apparently its only me and creepshow who didnt do it :|

Professional Button Pusher: whatd she say?

Overworked Slug: Something about making you clean the classroom?

Nutty Mechanic: nah nothin like that, its worse.

Professional Button Pusher: oh no

Nutty Mechanic: she asked me to prepare an event tmr so i dont get a worse punishment

Overworked Slug: like what?

Nutty Mechanic: thats why im here! wtf do i do???

Professional Button Pusher: uhhh, i dont know… maybe a hot pot? plenty of animes have those

Nutty Mechanic: idk how to cook or even prepare anything aside packet ramen

Overworked Slug: How about a napping hour?

Nutty Mechanic: like hell anyones gonna stay asleep like u hajime

Overworked Slug: Worth a try at least.

Professional Button Pusher: meditation?

Nutty Mechanic: again, not really gonna happen when we have nidai and owari in the class

Overworked Slug: Exercises then?

Nutty Mechanic: some people are def gonna disagree with that

Professional Button Pusher: did u try asking sensei for ideas?

Nutty Mechanic: the jerk left me on seen ;-;

Overworked Slug: Maybe we can set a bar up and I can make drinks for everyone?

Professional Button Pusher: SMART IDEA!!! Good job hinata-kun (°∀°)b

Nutty Mechanic: watch her complain about me not doing jack shit -_-

Overworked Slug: I mean… we can still add more to that.

Nutty Mechanic: like what?

Overworked Slug: Lemme ask you this, why did we make this chat in the first place?

Professional Button Pusher: to make it easier on ourselves to communicate before we hang out?

Overworked Slug: Hang out to do what?

Nutty Mechanic: ohhhhh, gotcha gotcha. i’ll see what i can set up :). and don't forget to help soul bro and nanami! ill need it!

[-x-]

After a day of planning and some begging for approval from Dana. They finally got the permission they needed. The woman was standing in front of her arcade machine, eyes filled with worry and concern. The trio were all standing behind her. Nanami being detached as usual, Kaz was biting his lip knowing full well what would happen if he busted something and Hajime being irritated that he was forced to come here at 5am.

“So… you know… I’d kill you if you even slightly scratch on my baby right?” Dana glanced behind, eyes red and ready to eradicate anything.

“Y-Yes Ma’am!” Kaz immediately said with a shaky salute. The mechanic hasn’t been under this much pressure since he received his letter from the school’s scout.

“Good. I better see this thing in one piece, you got that Soda-kun?”

“O-Of course!”

“Can we get going already?” Hajime voiced, his foot tapping, “We have a lot of setting up to do.”

“Oi, Hajime. Did you not hear my warning?” His white haired boss proclaimed. “That included you.”

“Yeah, yeah…” He waved off, “I don’t have time to deal with this.”

“H-Hajime… don’t piss her off, man!” His friend said, totally convinced that the bartender had gone mad. “It took so much beggin’ just for this to happen… don't ruin it now…”

“...Alright. Fine.” He walked towards the counter. “I’m gonna get the ingredients now.”

“I’ll prepare the adapter for the TV.” He jerked his thumb to the contraption he had by the entrance. “It’ll take a few minutes so don’t disturb me please, it might explode.”

The pink haired boy walked off, leaving Dana to stare at her beloved. Considering if letting the kids borrow the machine was a good idea in the first place, she caressed it’s casing and even shedding a tear. “Praying for you to come back in one piece, my baby…”

“Don't you think you're overreacting a bit here?” Hajime said, crossing his arms.

“No, I am not!” Gripping the cabinet with zeal with one hand and pumping the other in the air, “And don’t you dare criticize me for it! This is my damn baby for god’s sake!”

“And there she goes…” The bartender shook his head and walked towards the bar, “Let’s just get this over with.”

“Don’t forget that this is going on your paycheck!” The ex-wrestler turned business owner grinned.

“Really?” He deadpanned. “You’re not gonna give freebies to your favorite employee?”

“First off, you know damn well it’s Jill and secondly, yes really.” She laid her hand on her hip, “These ingredients aren’t cheap y'know?”

“I should’ve known...” He slumped, “Eh, I was gonna use the cheapest ones anyways.”

“Hinata-kun,” The soft-spoken girl called out, “If you need any help, I can carry utensils for you.”

“Uh sure,” He took a few shakers and jiggers and shoved them into a bag. “Here ya go. I can carry the rest, thanks.”

“Social link GO!” The gamer declared without qualm. The other three stared at her with curious looks, “Hehe, just a reference from a game I played last month.”

‘Bottle of Adelhyde… Powdered Delta, Karmotrine and then Bronson Extract. No Karmotrine, Yukizome-sensei would butcher me for serving alcohol.’ He thought as he rummaged through the cabinet for identified ingredients.

“Hajime!” Dana’s voice echoed. “Come help me detach the plug in the back. I’ll lift it for ya.”

“Lemme finish getting the goods first.” He yelled back.

“I can do it.” The only other girl around announced, setting down the bag.

“You sure you wanna get dirty down there, Nanami-chan?” She asked.

“Where was my consideration earlier?” He gave her the stink eye.

“Yep!” She cheered with a thrilled smile, “I’ve been in worse situations where I lost my portables.”

“Like how exactly?” The busy mechanic asked, focus still intact for the attachment.

“One time I was playing a game at the park and some random person bumped into me and caused me to drop the GameGirl inside the sewage.” She described, finger tapping on her chin, “The guy was running so I couldn’t get them to help me so I went down myself.”

“Ew…” Kaz almost regurgitated. “How the hell did you even lift the cover, those things are hella heavy.”

“I took a branch from the trees and used them.” She answered.

“Those prolly broke considering how massive they are for their size.” Hajime pointed out.

“I used the branch to pry and stones to keep it open around the circumference, I just used my hands to push it aside later.”

“Damn, someone has determination~.” The wrestler grinned.

“And how’d you manage to get the GameGirl back?” Kaz added.

“I just used my hands.” She shrugged.

“What the hell?!” The mechanic was appalled, “Couldn’t you have used some leaves instead of bare hands??”

“It was too deep down so even if I tried, I would’ve been stained regardless.” She reasoned. “I cleaned the thing when I got home and it still works perfectly.”

“Who knew someone could be as resolved as you, Nanami-chan.” The white-haired woman said, directly looking at her employee.

“The hell’s that look for?” He questioned.

“One word: Antenna.”

“That was one time!” Slamming his palm on the counter.

“Multiple actually,” She smirked, putting four of her fingers up, “The latest being the worst example.”

“Okay, okay!” He gestured his palm down, “No need to elaborate.”

“You sure you don’t want your friends to hear of your exploits?” Leaning in with intent.

“Yes!” He nodded with fervor, “My title isn't the Ultimate Mechanic for a reason.”

“Oh wait, I just had a brilliant idea!” Clapping her hands together, “Soda-kun!”

“Y-Yes?” Almost dropping his device on the floor before catching it.

“When you kids come back to deliver my baby later, could you go upstairs and fix the antenna for me please.”

“Uhh sure… shouldn’t be too hard.” Nodding a few times.

“Can you also make it cat proof?”

“Cat… proof?” The pink-haired teen furrowed his brow.

“Yep! Cats keep dislocating it so can you make it so they can’t do that anymore? Without hurting them of course.” The woman looked excited at the fact that they didn't have to climb the stairs ever again.

“I guess.” The teen agreed to the bizarre request and returned back to his work.

“Alright! Nanami-chan, back to where we were!” Pointing both indexes at the arcade machine.

Dana stretched her muscles a little bit, pulling on her arms and legs. Cracking her fingers, she gripped it by the sides and dragged with barely any resistance… ignoring the piercing screech it made that could deafen a sensitive ear.

“Okay, good to go.” She gave a thumbs up to the gamer. “Pull the plug on the wall now and we could finally load this bad boy up to my truck.”

The girl scooted by the small space provided to her and reached for the attached plug. “It’s a bit dusty here…”

“We’ve never actually cleaned the bottom and back of these.” The bartender commented. “Probably because someone wouldn’t let us move it at all.”

“Listen.” His boss started, “I’m not about to let you move my most prized possession. This thing cost me more than every paycheck combined I’ve given you, Hajime.”

“Foreal?” The mechanic raised his head once more to that comment, “Hajime, you’ve worked here for how long again?”

“About two years.” He turned his head towards his Boss, “So, what you’re saying is… this machine that I’ve cleaned at least a thousand times cost millions of yen?”

“Five mil to be exact.” Showing 5 of her fingers to them.

“...But why would you pay that much?” The two boys gave her a sour face.

“Collectors edition!” The two girls rebutted.

“Right?! Nanami-chan! How did you know?” Dana gasped.

“I saw the side hidden by the wall. That’s why this machine plays smoother than normal cabinets.” The pink-haired girl nonchalantly answered.

“I don't think that really justifies the price of it.” Hajime countered.

“Yeah, gotta agree with my bro here. If you really wanted it to run better, I could just tinker the insides and do the same. For. Free.” Kaz scratched his temple.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” Both girls shook their heads, Dana spoke first, “It’s just not the same at that point.”

“What the hell kinda difference would it be to cost millions of yen?” The bartender finished up the prep and focused his attention on the insanity of the women.

“There’s like a feeling,” Nanami started, stars in her eyes, “An emotion that you get from buying something that’s limited and only a few individuals have.”

“Nothing could replace it,” The wrestler continued, “It’s a symbol of your dedication to your hobby and passion. You can flaunt it, keep it for safekeeping or allow other people to enjoy the happiness you’ve received prior. Trust me on this, absolutely nothing could make me feel as giddy as when this arrived at my door.”

“Was it worth spending years of earnings though?” Hajime raised an eyebrow.

“YES!” That caused the opposers to almost trip out of bewilderment. “I have no doubt in my mind.”

“Sure… let’s just move on before me and Kaz consider sending you both to get a CAT scan.”

[-x-]

She was a bit more handsy with the carrying, treating the old cabinet like her baby and not letting anyone else help her. To be fair, she didn’t need the help but it was safer with more hands involved.

Loading it up on the pickup truck, she grabbed a few ropes inside a compartment and tied the thing nicely into a bow that was guaranteed not to loosen. One more thing though, somebody had to stay just in case something goes wrong.

So, two of the three teenagers had to decide who keeps the machine in check.

“How do we go about this?” Kaz questioned.

“Rock, Paper, Scissors doesn’t seem too bad.” Nanami responded.

“So, we go on scissors or shoot?” Hajime asked.

“Shoot, it’s always shoot.” Nanami specified.

“Ok… rock, papers, scissors, shoot!”

Two papers, one rock. Kaz lost.

“Oh c’mon man!” Squishing his forehead with his palms. “I never win, I swear I’ve never won a game of these.”

“I’ve never actually lost once.” The gamer revealed, “Don’t ask me how though, I think I’m just lucky.”

“Try your luck today against Komaeda then,” The bartender suggested, “I think he might give you a challenge.”

“Ooh, good idea!”

“You kids done?!” Dana yelled as her vehicle revved, “I gotta go somewhere after this!”

“Coming!” The three answered, two inside the car, one remained on the cargo bed.

[-x-]

The drive was pretty uneventful. That fact surprised Hajime considering who he was sharing a ride with. Dana, normally a rowdy person, was quiet. Almost weirding the teen out by the tranquility she radiated. Nanami focused all her attention on the GameGirl she carried everywhere and wore a pair of headphones to block the noise out, so she was a brick unless you really wanted to spark a conversation she would gladly indulge.

He only had Kaz to talk to. The truck luckily had a window connected to the back. That provided enough pass time considering Hope’s Peak was only twenty minutes away by car.

If there wasn’t any traffic that is. And as fate would have it, it wanted to make the brunet’s life slightly more annoying.

“I was gonna ask you guys if you wanted some fast food but takin’ the traffic into account, that ain’t happenin’ now.” Dana broke the silence as she laid her chin on the wheel.

“Why’d you even take a busy road anyways?” Hajime leaned forward so as to not break Nanami’s concentration since she was in the middle. “There’s another road you could’ve used.”

“Yeah but I wanted to go on a nostalgic trip back to my Alma Mater y’know?” She groaned, leaning back into the leather chair.

“Did that include the traffic we’re currently stuck in?” Kaz expressed.

“Surprising enough… yes. Usin’ the same road and all.”

“Yeah, thank god we went a bit earlier, this would’ve been twice as bad otherwise.” The mechanic stood up to see all the cars piled and an accident up ahead.

“How do you know that?” the wrestler curiously asked.

“Rush hour is in thirty minutes and I usually deliver fixed parts with my dad. He always suggested goin’ earlier so we don’t catch the worst part of Tokyo jams.” Poking his head inside the interior.

“What’s up with this anyways? What happened up there?” Hajime turned to his friend.

“A truck rammed into a biker...” Kaz went straight faced.

“Seriously?” The bartender scrunched up his brows. “That’s... fucked...”

A few minutes later, they were adjacent to the paramedics trying to sort out the situation. A buff biker with a brown pompadour was tearing up by the sidelines sitting on his motorcycle. The truck had a noticeable dent and another bike that crashed into a fence.

“This dude prolly lost someone…” Kaz said, a sad statement to sink the mood.

‘Nice morning boosting remark there, Kaz…’

Their truck passed and Dana tried her best to air out the melancholy and cheer the boys up. “C’mon now fellas, don't you think you're being a lil’ too pessimistic? The dude we saw might’ve been crying because his brother survived the accident for all we know.”

“But that’s not all likely,” Hajime, the cynical bastard he was, countered, “That dude could’ve seen his brother hit the truck and die in front of him.”

“Or watch him bleed out in his hands.” Kaz added.

“You guys really aren’t listening to me here. Stop focusing on the bad.” Flicking the two boys’ foreheads.

“Ow!”

“Ah!”

“Look on the bright side, always. Fixating your thoughts into the worst outcomes isn't that productive, especially in times like these when you need your mood up.”

“But-” The brunet was about to refute her point but got another flick.

“No buts here, boys. You gotta listen to the wiser adult.”

“You mean that adult that wasted her money on the machine currently in the back of this truck?” Hajime had the gall to point at the arcade cabinet.

“Would you stop with the rebuttals?” A chop, this time, came his way.

“Alright fine…” caressing the injured spot.

“Take this into heart, don’t let your thoughts get you down. It’ll lead you into a spiral of shit that’s gonna be hard to escape. I know this talk is brief but never forget it. Is that clear?”

“Y-Yes, ma’am!”

“Yeah.”

[-x-]

Buzzing the entrance gate, Dana tapped the side of the door with a nerve on her forehead. “That bastard better answer or I swear I’ll give him the Piledriver of his life…”

“U-Uh, hehe… if you don’t mind me asking, who might that lucky person be?” The ever cowardly mechanic asked with surprising bravery.

“Oh you’ve definitely seen him. Tall guy, head of security, muscular-” She looked back and returned her attention towards the gate. “Oh! There he is~!”

A man, someone he’s definitely noticed outside of the main building, walking towards them with confidence. He had dark green hair and a tall stature, clad in an indigo suit and black shoes. An intimidating aura surrounded his frame.

But all that went out the window when he saw who exactly was in the car. The driver honked and waved at him while the man’s eyes narrowed and his hands formed fists.

“Kura-chan!” The wrestler stepped out of the vehicle to get near the man. “How’s my favorite boxer doing?”

“Why are you here now? To destroy the cafeteria again?”

“Awn, don’t be like that.” Waving the supposed scathing remark, “I’m just here to drop off something as a favor to the kids inside.”

Both of the non-distracted ones greeted him with a wave of their own.

“So you want me to let you in?”

“Yep! You know what’ll happen if you don’t.” She grinned. “Plus, I think Tengan-san would wanna have a chat for a lil’ bit if you want me to have a professional excuse.”

“I don't even know where that old man is these days, he just pops up randomly.” Scratching his scalp and looking around the area.

“Just let me in… You have to after saving your ass numerous times.”

“Fine...” Pulling out his keys and unlocking the gate, “But only this once, alright?”

“Gotcha, one time only.”

The adults continued a conversation for lil’ while. Back inside the truck, the two boys stared at each other.

“What do you think happened there?” Kaz questioned.

“They have some history, that's for sure. She mentioned saving his ass so maybe he got bullied back then?” Hajime speculated.

“Maybe.” The mechanic laid his chin on the window frame, “It could also be worse than that.”

“How so?”

“Gangsters? Yakuza? Police? It’s your boss we're talking about.”

“Mysterious damn woman who won’t say anything more than the basics about her past.” The brunet shook his head.

“It just adds to her scary personality. What do you think, Nanami?” Tapping her shoulder, making her jump.

“H-Huh?” Taking off her pair of headphones.

“We're talking about Dana-san. She and the scary security guy have some backstory together.” Kaz filled her in.

“I-I don't know. I can’t really say anything about it.”

“Seriously, no theories about it at all?” The mechanic was confused.

“Yeah, you’ve been awfully quiet since the bar.” The bartender pointed out.

‘O-Oh! I’m sorry about that, I didn’t mean to bring the mood down. It’s just because-” She started as Dana’s voice suddenly grew closer and she promptly stopped.

“Just come to my bar sometimes! Let’s catch up!

“I’d rather not, you’re a pain in the ass to deal with, senpai. But if I want to indulge you, maybe when I’m free.”

“Great! Alrighty, I’m gonna get off your hair now.” The woman opened the door and greeted them.

[-x-]

Dana carefully placed her beloved in front of the classroom. “Alright, I’ll trust you kids not to ruin anything alright?”

“Yes ma’am!” the three said in all different pitches. Kaz’s was squeaky, Hajime’s was disinterested and Nanami’s was cheery. They waved until finally, the wrestler left them.

“So continuing what you were saying earlier, what was the reason?” Hajime reminded her.

“It’s because I’ve never done this before.” Nanami clutched her GameGirl to her chest.

“What do you mean?” Kaz pried as he laid down all the tools he needed to install his beast.

“I’ve never tried to pursue people, like gathering characters up in a party in an RPG.” Putting up her hood. “It… just feels intrusive.”

“I get you, you don’t wanna disappoint people after makin’ them spend their own time on your event.'' The mechanic side-eyed the gamer as he sat down and unboxed the mechanism.

“Y-Yeah… I don’t feel confident enough…” She approached her table and laid her chin on her arms. “I kept repeating to myself that ‘we’re going to do great, everyone will have a great time and Yukizome-sensei will be ecstatic’ to the point that I lost concentration on the game I was playing. I-I feel like I’m just lying to myself.”

Hajime laid the bags on top of the book lockers behind the class. Unpacking all the utensils and ingredients brought from Valhalla, the bartender gazed at his two friends. He knew both of them we’re silently contemplating their situation, the only sounds that radiated we’re the screwing of bolts and the bustling of wind from the broken wall shoddily patched up by wood.

He knew Nanami wasn’t exactly the social type, being quiet and not uttering a single word to his classmates unless provoked proved that point. She kept to herself and her games, not trying to be outgoing and spending time with people. Simply mashing her buttons and ignoring the clutter of a class that they had in the surroundings. It was different with them because they’ve already broken her ice but for the others, they were basically strangers to her.

Presumably not likely that she’d ever even attempt this endeavour without any outside factors actively forcing her. She was dragged into this position by newly acquired friends, so she wanted to do her best to help even if she wasn’t comfortable doing so. Maybe some encouragement could work...

“You think you’re just lying to yourself.” Hajime broke the long silence. “Maybe you are, we can’t ignore that.”

“Hajime! The hell are you doin’?” The pink-haired teen was wide eyed.

“I’m not done, shh.” Gesturing a finger on his lips, “But that doesn’t matter, even if this event goes to shit or even does mediocre, all that matters is that we tried our hardest. We did our best to please our classmates who are pretty nutty and hard to please at that. But that’s assuming the worst outcome, thinking on the bright side of things like you usually do is better. If this event goes well, we’re gonna get praised and adored by our class, even if 2 out of the 3 members hate attention.”

“Hey! Don’t single me out here, man!” Kaz complained as he did the finishing touches on the contraption.

“That’s a new perspective on it.” The gamer mumurred, still not fully convinced.

“It isn’t. You definitely thought of it but you were too scared. We won’t disappoint them, that is definitely something we won’t do. C’mon now, we’re three capable Ultimates.” The bartender had a hard time believing what he was spouting. “We’re on the top of our game and we can offer our class just that. Nothing less.”

“Yeah!” Kaz pumped an arm, a screwdriver in hand. “Soul bro’s right on this one. We’re too damn good at our jobs to fail. I’ve been in this exact same situation, there’s gonna be some that won’t be happy ‘happy’ but if they somewhat enjoyed themselves, our job’s done.”

“Nanami, you don’t have a thing to worry about.” Hajime reached for her shoulders and patted it.

The gamer smiled.

[-x-]

“Kaz, can you please tell me why the hell we need this TV?” Hajime grumbled.

The two boys were currently on the staircases between the first and second floor. Carrying a TV tinkered especially by the Ultimate Mechanic for the sole purpose of outputting the exact same calibration as the Arcade Cabinet.

The idea was fantastic on paper, they get an 8k resolution display but why the hell would they need that for a pixelated arcade cabinet that runs on 16 bit without upgrades. They didn’t think of the consequences of having Kaz’s Research Lab be on the outskirts of the school. Though they did have a trolley, it wasn’t possible to use it on the stairs.

“So we get the best performance! Duh!” The mechanic said as if it was an obvious answer.

‘Who says duh these days…’ The bartender blank-faced.

“I see that look. We don’t need it but trust me, it’s gonna be a glorious experience when you see what I did, heh.” Letting go of a hand to flick his nose, nearly making Hajime at the bottom scream in pain from the weight.

“C-Can you please focus! You’re not the one shouldering all the kilos here!”

“Oh shit.” Rectifying his mistake. “My bad man!”

“Just GO! This thing is HEAVY!”

“Don’t drop it, okay? This thing took forty hours to make from scratch.”

“Fuck... you…!”

“Hey, no need for that!”

…

“Fuckin’ finally…” A sigh of relief escaped the brunet as they placed the TV on top of two desks.

“Aight! It’ll take a few minutes of setup, don’t disturb me, mkay?” Kaz sat down once more.

‘Die in hellfire, asshole…’ He thought as he inspected the red markings on his palms. “You’re legit doing all of this to play one game.”

“Says who?” The mechanic cockily said as he started mumbling and chuckling to himself.

“Just make it quick, we have an hour left before class starts and less before anyone comes.”

“Roger!” He saluted.

He knew Kaz was preparing some customization overnight that would make the arcade cabinet run smoother and compatible but he didn’t think it could be this overboard and ridiculous. The TV looked like a typical rich people TV with scratch marks on the frame mostly from the fiddling his friend did. But next to it is some engine computer thing that he couldn’t figure out the exact use for, he knew the surface level but nothing more.

Any further would cause an eruption of his brain from all the nerdy shit he had to sponge.

Attaching a contraption so it would connect to the 8k TV he built days ahead of this situation, even before this whole plan started apparently as the boy mentioned on their stair trek. Kaz just adjusted some shit inside to make it compatible with an arcade cabinet.

“Hinata-kun!” Nanami called. The bartender turned around to see the gamer bouncier than she had been this entire morning.

‘I guess she went back to her usual self. That’s good.’ He nodded inside his head.

“What is it?” He asked as he stepped closer to the girl.

“I think we forgot to bring in controllers.” She pressed the off button on her portable console.

“Ah shit, you’re right…” Biting his lip, “Kaz! We forgot the controllers!”

“Don’t worry! We won’t need ‘em!” The mechanic yelled in response. “I have a plan for this!”

“What do you mean, Soda-kun?” Nanami tilted her head.

“We all have E-Handbooks don’t we?” he grinned.

“...What about it?” Hajime, clueless as he was about mechanical jargon, asked.

“We’re gonna use those as controllers.” the mechanic started, “I programmed a special app that tracks the inputs perfectly and with accessibility for the newbies to boot.”

“Man, you really went overboard on this.”

“I had to or else I risk gettin’ on the bad side of Yukizome-sensei.” He chuckled awkwardly. “I or anyone in the class would not want that.”

“True that…” Hajime shivered at the thought.

“I can test it when you get it up and running!” Stars shone from the pink-girl’s eyes.

“Just leave your Handbook beside the TV, yours too Hajime.”

“Aight,” laying his on top on Nanami, “I’ll get the ice and coolers from the kitchen since now’s as good a time as any.”

“Don’t break your back.” Kaz saluted.

“Good luck, Hinata-kun!”

…

‘The ice shouldn’t melt for hours so I won’t have to refill at all.’ he theorized on his way to the cafeteria. ‘I could bring a mini fridge but there’s no sockets inside the classroom aside from the one in front. I could move it but that’s almost as annoying as carrying a mini fridge to the classro-’

His thoughts were cut short when he suddenly bumped into one of his classmates on his way to the cafeteria.

“I’M SORRYYYYY!!!” The squeal was already an indicator.

“Tsumiki, you don’t have to apologize.” He attempted to calm the nurse down without causing a scene attracting the attention of the early birds. “I was the one that bumped into you, I was deep in my thoughts.”

“PLEASE HIT ME FOR BEING INSUFFERABLE!!!” she begged.

‘You’re not exactly doing yourself any favors by screaming dead in the morning…’ He deadpanned in his thoughts. “Why would I do that? Like I said it was my fault in the first place. No need for apologies or certain… comments.”

“H-Huh?” The nurse was taken aback by the common courtesy the bartender was extending. “You won’t punish me? So… YOU HATE ME NOW!!!”

‘How is that even the conclusion you got to?!’

“I don’t!” He rejected the remark and patted her shoulders, making her flinch, “Trust me, I don’t hate you, not at all. What I’m tryna get to you is that it’s my fault alright? There. Problem solved.”

Then the uneven-haired girl bursted into tears. “Someone doesn’t hate me, WAH!” She proclaimed, running towards the classroom as fast as she could.

“My god, that girl’s a handful alright…” He scratched his head before heading down and being face to face with another female classmate.

“Sonia-san, good morning.” he smiled.

“Good day to you as well, Hinata-kun.” she reciprocated as the princess passed the boy and disappeared as he continued further.

‘That went way easier than the first encounter.’

Finally arriving in the kitchen, he opened a closet filled with ice chests and took one of them. Hajime brought it to the sink and washed it out of simple hygiene practice, scraping the edges and everything.

Once done he dried it with paper towels and filled it to the brim with ice cubes. Pure and clean ice bartending ice cubes stored in one of the fridges in the back specifically requested by him.

He tried lifting it and, unsurprisingly, it was heavy. It was definitely manageable but it required more effort than usual.

‘I got this.’

…

‘I d-don't got this...’

The boy couldn’t handle the weight of almost sixty kilograms of ice. Why does he need this much? ...He didn’t think about that, his brain went on autopilot as he required that much ice in his regular work space.

“HINATA!” A booming voice he could recognize anywhere rushed behind him. “PUT YOUR BACK INTO IT, DON’T GIVE IN!!!”

“N-Nidai, could you lend me a hand here instead?” he proposed to the team manager, fully knowing the rhetorical nature of it. “Really thought you would’ve figured that out with my struggles in full display.”

“NONSENSE, YOU CAN DO THIS YOURSELF!”

“C’mon pipsqueak! Even my younger siblings can lift that much.” Owari was with him too apparently.

‘Oh great, more inspirational support, really what I need right now, guys…’

“DO IT, HINATA!!!!!!!” That shout was most likely heard by everyone inside the building and a kilometer radius.

‘I hate this…’

[-x-]

Somehow, he pulled through and succeeded in not needing a spinal surgery at age sixteen. A line of sweat dripped as he observed the class, Kaz looked like he was almost done preparing the machine, Nanami was off inside her own world with her GameGirl and the rest we’re off doing their own thing, not even bearing in mind the humongous TV on two tables in front of the room.

Only half the class were there, eight people. His friend group, the two athletes currently doing arm wrestling on their desks, the princess grooming her own locks, the clumsy nurse nervously tapping her index fingers together and unsurprisingly, Koizumi fiddling with her camera.

He approached the photographer since he had free time till Kaz called him again.

“Hey there.” He greeted, leaning on what she was so focused on.

“Uh, hey Hinata. What do you need?” The redhead responded without sparing the boy a glance.

“Just trying to pass time before Yukizome-sensei barges in the class.” he shrugged.

“Then I’m the wrong person to do that with.” She responded, eyes glued on the camera’s display.

“Welp, can I at least ask what you’re doing there?” He inquired.

“I’m doing some light adjustments on the filters. It looked a bit off yesterday so I’m fixing that right now.”

“What do you mean? The photos look bad with the camera?”

“Not bad, just artificial looking, it just doesn’t match what the eye can see.” Spinning the dial atop the device.

“So you want your pictures to be as photorealistic as possible.”

“Essentially, butchering it with filters and edits kinda ruins that.” Her brow creased slightly, “There.”

“I assume you corrected it?”

“Yep, the photos should be to my standards.” Rubbing her forehead with the back of her hand.

“Righty-O. Why not try it?” He said.

“Hm?” She finally looked at the bartender. “You want me to take a photo now?”

“You know… to test it.” He proposed. “Making sure that it actually looks the way you want it.”

“...Alright then.” She fired up the camera and pointed it at him.

“Wait wait wait, why me?” Covering his face with his hands.

“Hey, you’re the one that suggested it.” Koizumi grinned, “Plus, I don’t actually have a unique photo of you.”

“Ouch…” Hajime playfully grimaced. “You didn’t have to admit that y’know?”

“You can’t exactly blame me, you look half-dead 90% of the time.” She fiddled with her camera.

“What’s with the insults? Really hurting my emotions here.”

“Just saying the truth, bartender-san.” Closing one eye and aiming the device. “At least you’re semi-presentable today.”

“That’s surprising, I barely slept last night.” Laying his palm on his hip.

“Let’s just say this is one of your better days. Pose or just stand still.” The camera produced a crisp click sound.

“How’s it look?” he asked.

“Eh, not bad I’ll say. And it looks the way I want it by the way.” Turning her device off.

“Can I at least see it?” Giving her an open palm.

“Nope.” Which the photographer rejected.

“C’mon, why not?” He persisted.

“Because I said so.” Turning and ignoring the pleases of the bartender.

“Awn… Will I ever get to see it?”

“Maybe.” she shrugged and smiled, “Only time will tell.”

“How about me taking a pic of you?”

“No chance, Hinata. You’re not seeing your photo.”

“HAA!” Kaz yelled from across the room, attracting everyone’s attention. “Let’s see if it works…”

An audible boop came from the speakers and then suddenly it came to life. Brilliant pixels attacked his vision, mesmerizing his eyes with the blocky textures of the game he’s played since childhood. He’s never seen Galaga Omega this way, not even the modern remakes could stand to what his friend created.

“Kaz, you did it!” He applauded.

“Way to go, Soda-kun!” Nanami did as well.

“What’s with the celebration?” The redhead questioned the three’s actions.

“Just the project I’ve been preparin’ since yesterday, legit lost hours of sleep but this is definitely one of my best yet.” The mechanic huffed in satisfaction. “Oh yeah, before I forget, go use this QR code to download the app I made with it.” He unravelled a piece of paper and taped it on the board.

“Soda-san, may I ask why we should indulge your request?” The dignified blonde asked.

“So you guys and Sonia-san can participate in the event that me, Hajime and Nanami whipped up.” The pink-haired teen declared to his audience. “It’s fun, trust me, all you have to do is point your E-Handbook’s camera on that paper and you're good to go.”

“YOU THREE PREPARED ALL OF THIS?!” Nidai boomingly slammed his desk.

“Even I’m impressed. Not bad.” Koizumi commented.

“Moreso, Soda-kun. Me and Hinata-kun just helped him set up.” The gamer clarified.

“Yeah, Kaz made all of this happen, I’m just here for the assistant work and drinks.” Pointing his thumb towards his setup in the back.

“S-Sorry for interrupting your conversation b-but, what do I do with the link?” Tsumiki looked like she was about to burst open with tears by simply asking a question.

“Click it then download the app on your tablet. I’ll give more instructions when we actually start playing.” He laid out.

“Alright! I’ll download this stupid thing you made then!” Owari cheered, “...Just how do I get to the camera?”

Nanami went to the gymnast and helped her troubleshoot her problems as Hajime approached his shark-toothed friend.

“This should go smoothly now.” Kaz leaned back on the window frame.

“As smoothly as we can get with a disastrous class like ours.” Hajime added, “It’s gonna be hard to teach them how to play Galaga, that game is brutal to everyone, especially newbies.”

“Well about that… I brought some ROMs I downloaded a while ago so we got a variety of things we can play.”

“Foreal? You really thought this out.”

“It’s the one thing I’m good at so I better make it count when I can show off my skills.”

“True true, I should go download that now.” He aimed his camera at the QR code and started installing the application. “Who goes first?”

“Safest would be us three and Sonia-san.” Curtly responding to the question.

“I get us three, but why Sonia?”

“No personal intentions, trust me. Just assuming that she can play games since she’s a princess.”

‘What the hell kinda correlation is that?’ The bartender asked himself.

“You and Nanami sit on the left side and me and Sonia-san sit on the right. Deal? Deal. Alright let’s start!” He dragged four chairs and placed them next to each other. Nanami! Sonia-san! We’re gonna go first!”

“This will be most amusing.” The princess lightly clapped

“I’m so excited~.” The gamer expressed, full of stars bursting from her irises.

“*sigh* I just hope I don’t get smoked by Nanami.” The bartender ungraciously lugged his feet to the seat.

“I made this machine so it should give me a developer’s advantage.” The mechanic fiddled his E-Handbook.

[GAME START]

“Here’s how you play the game. People in the back, listen well!” Hajime called everyone out. “You have a ship that you need to not get hit by enemy bullets and shoot enemy ships with. Touching them also counts as damage. Pick up powerups and become stronger that’s the way it’s meant to be played. The controls are mapped for you on the E-Handbooks, I don’t think you need help with that. Also, as an added rule, all of us only get one life since there’s a lot of players. The rankings are based on points. Any questions?”

[1st Round]

[3 minutes in]

“This is going well so far…” Kaz voiced and jinxed himself by getting shot by a cruiser ship. “Oh come on!”

“Nanami-san! Be careful around those, it seems to fire a non-stop array of red orbs that annihilate our ships.” Sonia warned.

“Don’t worry, I got this.” Nanami softly claimed as she maneuvered around the inescapable maze of bullets.

“You don’t have to show off that hard.” Hajime pointed out, getting shot due to loss of concentration.

“Hehe.” she giggled.

|1) Chiaki Nanami

|2) Sonia Nevermind

|3) Hajime Hinata

|4) Kazuichi Soda

[2nd Round]

“THIS THING IS TOO SMALL TO FOR MY COLOSSAL HANDS!” The manager wasn’t wrong, he could palm the damn thing. “I’M PRESSING MULTIPLE BUTTONS AT ONCE!!”

“Stop complaining, coach. C’mon, let’s start this!” The gymnast leaned it, expecting herself to do better that way.

“I-I still don’t fully understand the controls!” The nurse almost dropped the tablet for the 3rd time since sitting down.

“Tsumiki-chan, the joystick is to move, this button is to fire and the smaller one is the special attack.” The photographer explained to the clumsy girl.

[10 seconds in]

“COME ON!! I PRESSED RIGHT!!” Nidai’s ship blew up as soon as the first enemy fired, his rage intense. “STUPID VIDEO GAMES! THIS IS WHY SPORTS ARE BETTER.”

“Coach, don’t fire your electricity at me! You’re gonna make me lose!” Owari scooted towards the two girls, unintentionally blocking the nurse’s view.

“O-Owari-san, I can’t see! AH!” Was the last thing Tsumiki said before her ship got shredded to bits by a charging enemy.

“Soda, do you think our group can get another chance directly after this?” Koizumi’s performance was better than what Hajime predicted.

“Yeah sure. You can die now or continue if you want.” he offered.

“No way! I ain’t gonna die intentionally.” the tanned girl protested.

“You do you, we got time.” he went back to chatting with his friends.

She died mere moments later.

|1) Mahiru Koizumi

|2) Akane Owari

|3) Mikan Tsumiki

|4) Nekomaru Nidai

[3rd Round]

|1) Mahiru Koizumi

|2) Nekomaru Nidai

|3) Mikan Tsumiki

|4) Akane Owari

“How did I get so bad at this after one run?” Owari was baffled, almost throwing her controller at the TV.

“HAHA, I’M ACTUALLY DOING DECENTLY THIS TIME.” The large man finally figured out the sweet spots on his fingers.

“Yay! I-I survived the second wave this time.” Tsumiki smiled blissfully, taking her sleeve and wiping a tear.

“The hell are you fucks doing?” Kuzuryu demanded by the sliding door’s frame.

“Playing some games, wanna join?” Hinata jerked his thumb in the direction of the paper.

“Tch, as if I’m gonna play with you dumbasses.” He remarked, walking to his seat.

“Afraid you’re gonna lose boss baby?” The gymnast provoked.

“The hell was that?!” A nerve definitely popped. But Hajime had an idea.

“She said you prolly just suck, so you don’t wanna display how bad you are.” Silently smirking inside his mind while fearing that this yakuza heir was going to castrate him.

“You FUCKING…!” Stomping his way through the crown.

“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?” Standing in between the two boys.

“Downloading this fuckin’ shitty app, I’m gonna show that minimum wage cunt what he’s messing with.” Pulling out his tablet. “You better fuckin’ play next round, I’m smokin’ your ass.”

“We’ll see.” He said proudly, ignoring the fact that he almost pissed his pants.

[4th Round]

“How the fuck did you avoid that?!” The astonished blonde demanded.

“No clue, got lucky I guess.” Shrugging off an attack pattern he’s seen hundreds of times.

“Fuck off, you’re either cheatin’ or you play this religiously. Ass.” Firing his special on the boss, effectively killing it.

“Oh wow this is closer than I thought.” Koizumi mentioned, looking at both their scores, the brunet was only on a double digit lead. Spectating the two since she already died.

“Foreal, I dunno how blondie’s even competing with Hajime.” Kaz placed his hand on the top railing of the chair.

“SHEER WILL IS THE ANSWER.” Nidai answered, “HINATA’S AWAKENED SOMETHING INSIDE THAT SMALL BODY OF KUZURYU THAT CAN OVERCOME THE BIGGEST ODDS.”

“AHHHH!!!” The yakuza button pressed faster than anyone excluding the gamer, annihilating the current wave.

“Goddamn. Calm down, man.” Attempting to neutralize his opponent’s fervor.

“Ain’t no way in hell. This is how you win this fuckin’ game!” Passing the bartender in points.

“Oooh, Ibuki’s interested~. What’s going on?” The musician’s face popped up in the doorframe.

“Gaming session I was forced to set up as punishment.” Kaz explained.

“I see!” She grinned. “I must join this clashing of egos!”

“Fuck you and eat SHIT!!!”

|1) Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

|2) Hajime Hinata

|3) Mahiru Koizumi

|4) Kazuichi Soda

‘How the fuck did I lose…?’ Hajime wondered to himself.

[8th Round]

“Mahiru-nee… why are you even playing this disgusting game. It looks ugly.” Saionji said behind her friend.

“Enough of your insolence, puny lass.” the breeder scoffed. “This article of entertainment merely has a unique route to appeal to the mortal vision.

“Oi, don’t call me that!” She grumbled, “...Chuuni blockhead...”

“Tanaka’s right, this game just has a different aesthetic.” Nanami defended the rights of retro hits.

“I mean if you really wanna change it, I can.” Kaz brought up.

“You should’ve brought that up earlier!” The traditional dancer bounced back.

“Oh? What are you kids doing?" the door opened, an elated orange-haired teacher was curious eyed.

“Y-Yukizome-sensei…!” Kaz didn’t expect her to be the first teacher of the day. “G’mornin’ sensei, th-this is the event you wanted me to do, right?” Presenting the TV and the people playing it.

“Yep, you kids look like you’re having a great time.” Observing the crowd.

Komaeda unconsciously obliterating his peers with pure luck, Mioda seething at the fact that everyone’s points are double her’s, Mitarai just casually gaming his way in second place and Pekoyama impassively guessing the attack patterns of the enemies. All was going well on the players' side.

The other student’s were casually talking, or what this batshit class defined as casual. Kuzuryu bragged about his accomplishments to the boy he beat by a hair, in addition to the yellings of doing it over and over again and how shitty Hinata was at games. Owari and Nidai were having their usual spars outside the building, right beside their class’ window, Kaz had to beg them not to do it inside the classroom in the meantime. Saionji and Sonia were chatting about gruesome topics while Koizumi monitored them. Tanaka was doing his usual brooding in the background while waiting for his turn on the TV. On a table behind him was Nanami educating Tsumiki on how to properly hold the controller. Teruteru was unaccounted for at the moment.

“Nice.” He made an ok symbol, “Hajime! Nanami! Sensei said our event’s great!”

His two friends came and Kaz held up two hands. The two smacked it gleefully. “Let’s go!”

“So all of you planned this together?” Yukizome asked.

“Yep. I asked them yesterday about it and we just came up with the best things we could. I set up everything for the TV with Nanami as my assistant since she knows games inside out. Hajime was there to convince his boss to let me modify her arcade machine and make drinks for everyone.”

“You didn’t have to go all out, y’know?” She smiled. “I would’ve let you off the hook if you just organized a simple event like a picnic. Still, I appreciate your efforts. Amazing work here, kids! I won’t bother you any longer, go have some fun.”

“Everyone!” The teacher exclaimed, “This entire day will be free! You can enjoy the events that your classmates have prepared. Hanamura-kun is coming back with cooked gourmet dishes and Hinata-kun can make us world class drinks.”

“YEAH!” Everyone cheered.

[-x-]

“Hinata-kun! This drink is wonderful!” Komaeda commented, “Simply what I would expect from an Ultimate of your standing.”

Hajime was currently serving one of the more unique individuals in his class, the Ultimate Lucky Student was definitely a sight to behold in comparison to everyone else.

“Oi, Komaeda, no need to overblow things.” He deadpanned to the white-haired boy sitting across his makeshift bar, which was just two tables connected with all his ingredients and tools on top of it.

“I can assure you, I’m not.” The luckster continued. “This is the definitive best drink that contacted my taste buds.”

“*sigh* Nothing will ever get you to stop praising me huh?”

“None because it is well deserved.” His then bright smile turned into a morbid one, “Like everyone here being admitted to the most prestigious school, unlike me.”

“So you don’t consider your luck a talent?” He pried, the bartender wanted to learn more about his odd classmate’s philosophy.

“Not in the least bit, it’s an uncontrollable factor in my life. It isn’t something I earned through hard work like all of you here. Lucky circumstances led me here. Unearned, haha...”

“I mean… winning a lottery that includes every japanese high school student is impressive. You got picked out of everyone because of your talent to attract luck.”

“I almost refused the school’s invitation but the headmaster convinced me otherwise. He wanted to research my luck in order to figure out where it originates and how severe it could be. Being of use for the sake of Hope fills me with immense joy.”

“...Alrighty then bud, shouldn’t you be happy that you got in here in the first place?”

“You’re forgetting the other side of the coin, I’m also incredibly hapless. It’s a pattern that I’ve seen countless times in my life. In order to get invited, I had some severe consequences that came with it.”

“What? Dealing with this batshit class?”

“A secret I’ll keep in the meantime.” He winked and got up. “Thank you for the drink, Hinata-kun!” Komaeda disappeared into the rowdy students.

[-x-]

“I am telling you, Koizumi-chan. This actually happened.” Mioda slammed the desk.

“Even if I did believe you, why would you climb the railings of the stage and jump off without any precautions?” The redhead sipped on her virgin drink.

“Because she’s stupid!” Saionji mocked.

“S-Saionji-san! No need for harsh words!” To which the blonde growled at the nurse, “Eek!”

“I jumped because I was in the mo-ment-O!” She quickly stood up and made rock symbols with her hands, “It was SICK! No one expected it and it turned the hype up even more.”

“You still have to be careful, it’s just not safe.” The photographer shook her head as she lectured the musician about the possibilities of injuries.

“How ‘bout you, plant of wood that somehow talks. What do you think of this moron’s actions?” The blonde aimed her sights at their server.

“It’s cool I guess?” He shrugged while shaking up Tsumiki’s drink. “Koizumi already summed up what I think.”

“Actual plank…” She sneered. “Hmph, my time’s better spent anywhere but here.” Sliding the classroom’s door and exiting.

“Saoinji-chan! Where do you think you’re going?” The redhead chased after her, Hinata’s glance staying for a few moments at the door since his only source of normalcy in the room left before returning to his craft.

“Hm…” Mioda started.

“Hm…..” She continued.

“HM…!” It seemed like she wanted the brunet’s attention.

“You want something, Mioda?” He indulged his curiosity.

“Nah nah, just noticed something.”

“What is it?”

She was about to respond when the door opened again. Revealing the redhead. “That girl… I swear she’s too much sometimes…”

“Saionji-chan can be overzealous about how people live their lives.” The musician answered the redhead instead.

“W-Where did she go? I-I-If I’m allowed to ask that.” The nurse anxiously asked, like they were going to degrade her for a simple question.

“She said she was gonna check in on Hanamura, to verify if he did anything suspicious on our food, that smile of hers just implied something else.” Koizumi replied without hesitation.

“So she’s cheating!” The rockstar banged the table.

“‘Cheating’?” Hinata obviously had to ask.

“She’s taste testing the food way before us. So, she’s already getting freebies! Betrayal!!!” Mioda ran off to the kitchen.

“Well, then…” He didn’t even try to question his classmate’s decision, pouring the nurse’s drink instead. “Here ya go.”

“Thank y-you, Hinata-kun.” She drew the glass to her lips and sipped. Her eyes bulged and she started coughing.

“Are you alright?” He went around the desks to her back.

“Tsumiki-san, you okay?” The photographer massaged her back.

“Y-Yes. Thanks for your w-worry.” He gave her a glass of water that she drank immediately.

“So, what happened? Did Hinata poison you?” Staring menacingly at the bartender.

“Oi, the hell I did.” He stared back.

“N-No! It was just surprising.” She defended the brunet.

“Surprising how?” The boy wondered.

“It’s r-really good, I didn’t expect it to be that amazing.” She hid her face with her hands.

“Ah.” Hajime fixed his eyes on his mixing gear.

“Watch out now, Hinata. You might kill someone out of pleasure one day.” She teased.

“Don’t phrase it like that!” He eagerly denied. “And I won’t ever!”

[-x-]

“Don’t you think today’s going way better than usual? Like unusually so.” His shark-toothed friend wondered. “Too well.”

“You’re right… Something usually makes everything fall apart.” Rubbing his chin.

“Hinata-kun, you don’t have to be so negative. Maybe things were meant to go well today.” She tried to offer them peace of mind.

“That’s a possibility for sure. But something’s fishy.” Still not bought.

“C’mon now guys, look on the bright side!” Nanami looked pumped. “If we keep this up, we can make this day even brighter for the class!”

“Yeah! That’s how we should do things here! Learn a thing or two, you pessimist.” Kaz grinned, switching sides.

“Like it wasn’t you who brought the subject up.” He sighed at his friend’s antics.

“Let’s not focus on the details here.” Sipping his drink and turning around, then laying his elbows on the table.

The pink-haired girl turned around as well, drink in hand. “Look what we did, you guys. We should just be proud of ourselves.”

‘She’s right but something just isn’t lining up.’ he thought.

Tanaka and Sonia-san were talking it up to Kaz’s dismay. He can already tell the jealousy is building up on the boy. Since the mechanic changed the game, Pekoyama took hold of the machine alone. Playing Portable Beasts, he can tell she’s overjoyed by the cute animals in it, if her blush and gasps were to be accounted for.

Kuzuryu was napping on his table after burning all his energy on hyping himself up. His face resembles more like a child rather than an experienced yakuza. The two athletes of the class were still out and about in the field. Observing from a hole of the makeshift wall, pits were practically everywhere, another bill added to his class.

He looked around even more and saw Komaeda sitting on the floor, mumbling to himself. The white-haired boy appeared to have noticed someone’s eyes and smiled pleasantly at his observer. Hajime awkwardly smiled back and turned his attention to the local animator. Their teacher was recounting a story from her past as the boy sketched the scene, the bartender concluded that it was good practice with the time crunch added.

“Everyone!” The door slid open with Hanamura being on the forefront, Saionji by the door and Mioda at the back grinning. “You must be starving!”

“I helped by cutting some potatoes!” The musician grinned.

Pushing the huge stock pot filled with delicious smelling food. “I SMELL MEAT!” Echoed in the background as the wood cracked open revealing Owari salivating profusely. “GIVE ME THE MEAT!” She charged.

A slash stopped the tanned girl from advancing any further. “You must exercise restraint, Owari-san.” The hero of the day was Pekoyama with her bokken’s tip firmly placed on the gymnast’s forehead.

“OWARI, WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT THIS?!” Nekomaru made an even bigger hole, “IF YOU DO THIS AGAIN, I WILL STOP TRAINING YOU.”

“No! I promise I won’t.” She pleaded. “I was just hungry from the training is all.”

“YOU GET OFF EASY THIS TIME.” He went to sit down on his chair.

‘That quick?!’

“A-Anyways.” The chef continued, “I prepared all of you a Versailles-style queue de boeuf, presented as meat and potato stew.” He described with grandeur but practically no one understood what the hell he said. Not even their teacher.

“The hell’s a que- the thing you said?” Hajime brows scrunched.

“Ignore his ramblings, plank.” The traditional dancer answered before the chef could blabber any more about fancy namings, “It’s nikujaga.”

“Me and blonde loli helped him cook!” Mioda brought her hands in the air. “It has the extra spice of Ibuki Mioda’s SOUL!”

“Wow.” The teacher approached the pot and examined it, “This certainly looks like an Ultimate made it.”

“Hanamura-san!” The princess approached it, “This grub certainly looks appetizing! It’s just like back home.”

“Sonia-san, this is how you ate? Amazing! Just how a princess should be treated!” The mechanic was thrilled to know more about his crush’s country.

“The hell’s going on? Why is everybody yellin’?” The yakuza finally woke up from his slumber.

“Hanamura-san came back with our lunch. You’re just in time.” Mitarai detailed him in.

The building suddenly rumbled around them. A mass earthquake of sorts, not really that rare in Japan but still quite dangerous, thankfully the building they were in was built with this in mind.

“I-It cannot be!” The breeder panicked, “The unspeakable Demon King, who resides in the depths of the Nine Hells, has returned?!”

“DON'T SWEAT IT.” A calm Nidai said. “IT’S HER STOMACH RUMBLING.” A hungry Owari was in the hands of the team manager.

“Ah...” The class composed.

“I made lots, so have as much as you like!” The chef offered.

“LET’S! GO!” A burst of energy generated from the tanned girl.

The class then rounded up all the tables together in a circle while Hajime rushed to make everyone’s drinks. He decided on a sweet drink so the classic Sugar Rush should do. Taking in the proportions, he added thirty-four ounces of Adelhyde and seventeen scoops of Powdered Delta. Mixed in a giant glass that he appropriated from the kitchen and poured on the rocks for longevity.

He served seventeen glasses to each table while Hanamura did the same for the meal. Komaeda offered to get the extra chair and tables they needed from the closet room, not trusting the boy or more specifically his luck, Kaz came with him. They came back thankfully unscathed which just added more doubt in Hajime’s mind about the day going too well.

“Everyone has their own food and drink, right?” Yukizome-sensei raised the question to which everyone nodded. “Then, put your hands together and…”

“Thanks for the food!” Everyone enunciated.

Akane blitzed to Hanamura’s side, empty plate in hand, “I want seconds!”

‘H-How? No, no. Just don't ask.’ He thought before grabbing a spoonful of the meat and shoving it in his mouth.

‘H-Holy shit, this is delicious.’ Hajime couldn’t believe what he was eating at this moment. He looked around to see that everyone thought the same.

“It’s okay.” Nanami contradicted what her expression was showing.

“But you looked so overwhelmed!” The chef expressed this before the gymnast came back for another round. “Savor the food a little bit, will you?”

“It’s lovely.” Sonia commented, a full set of cutlery was being used. “So is your drink, Hinata-san. Hits the organ just right.”

“Yes. This is undeniably a feast worthy of the Supreme Overlord of Ice.” Tanaka chewed while passing some pieces to his hamsters, “Hah, even the Dark Devas of Destruction are impressed by your offerings. Show your pride, mortals, as you have satisfied the Devas’ desires!”

“How on god did you make this? This is the best thing I’ve ever eaten!” Kaz swallowed his food before talking.

“K-Komaeda-kun, why are you crying?” Mitarai was worried.

“I… finally may have found it.” He looked up, tears dripping down his cheeks. “A fragment of Hope.”

“Of course…” the chubby student quietly agreed and left it at that.

“I have cold soup too if you guys want some.” Hanamura offered them even more for their palette.

“No one wants your sketchy soup after what you did to Owari-chan two days ago.” Mioda declined on everyone’s behalf.

“THERE’S BEEN ENOUGH DOPING TO LAST A MONTH.” Nidai added.

“But… I have more than Doping Corn Soup-” He saw one of his soup was missing, “Where is that thing… Did I misplace it?”

“Is this the one you’re thinking of?” A cheeky voice came behind him.

Hanamura’s eyes bulged at the vial that Saionji had in her hands. “What did you do…”

Owari face planted on her table. “W-What is this…?”

“WHAT’S WRONG?” Nidai lifted her back up. Her face showed a little too much emotion, more than what the gymnast exhibits daily.

“S-Stop~ Don’t touch me~.” She demanded with a questionable tone, finger in between her shirt to pull the cleavage.

‘The hell’s going on?’ Hajime asked as he munched on the meat.

The gentleman he was, Nidai let go immediately but held her back again. Hajime surveyed the area and everyone’s being affected by whatever hit them. And it hit them hard.

It was only a matter of time before-

His vision became blurry, his body felt on fire. His motors turned sluggish, this wasn’t gonna be a fun time.

“M-My body is burning u-up,” Mioda got up from her seat. “My Love Heart is ready to charge!”

“N-No selfies.” A deranged Koizumi voiced, far from her usual stern side. She pointed a camera at herself while buttoning down her shirt to show more of the bosom. “The focus will blur~.”

‘What the fuck is HAPPENING?! Snap out of it, Hinata!’ Making cohesive thoughts was becoming more and more difficult to make.

Hajime suddenly found himself next to her. He couldn’t recall any of his progress there.

“H-Hinata-san…” she commenced, a blush that covered her entire face.

“Saionji-san, what did you do to us?” Yukizome-sensei demanded.

“Nothing much~. Just added a lil’ spice to the nikujaga, it tasted a bit stale without it.” She stuck her tongue out.

“Of all the options…. You just had to use the Sexy Sexy Soup full of aphrodisiacs!” Hanamura was massaging his… those.

“Oh? Did it hit you the hardest?” She snidely expressed. The chef then exploded, not having the capacity to handle that much drugs rushing through his privates.

“Th-This is a serious matter of concern…” Yukizome-sensei has now collapsed.

“This can’t be happening.” The gamer was breathing in and out, her mind pushing everything it had to prevent her from standing straight up. So, she stayed with her back on the chair’s support.

“D-Do you want to take a photo of me..?” The redhead asked.

Hajime agreed without his logical conscience reeling him back. Pure instinct. He took the camera from her. And started taking images of her allure.

“Settle yourself… My right arm… Authorization is not granted outside the Lair of Darkness…” Using all that he has to prevent it from moving.

“My body… it is moving by itself… I cannot do this in front of my classmate’s viewing…!” Her right arm was moving towards the buttons on her shirt but her left one was attempting to tie it with the blazer.

“S-Sonia-san! I-I gotta help her!” Kaz stood up and started unzipping his jumpsuit when he got kicked in the nuts by Kuzuryu.

“B-Be a fuckin’ man, will ya?” Even the yakuza wasn’t safe from the effects of the drug, “Don’t t-take advantage of women in this damn s-state!” He said as he went on top of the groaning mechanic and shook him violently, “Y’hear me?!”

“Y-Young Master…! I must help him immediately!” She successfully got up but had trouble moving further because of a screw loose nurse dragging her back down.

“P-P-Pekoyama-san, let me borrow your sword…” She caressed the brandished weapon.

“W-What…?”

“The sword’s tip… just it’s tip, I beg you…!” She massaged the edge of the bamboo.

“What w-will you... use it for?” The swordswoman was frightened but couldn’t find the energy to right back.

“Hope… Hope feels good~.” The luckster said as he observed his class fall into disarray.

“I’m glad I didn’t get a sample of that yucky-looking nikujaga.” The blonde looked pleased with herself.

“Then, how would you like some daikon radish?” A now conscious Hanamura offered.

“Hanamura-onii??” She looked anxious on what the brunet wanted with her.

“Then, how would you like some daikon radish?!” He yelled as the blonde jumped into a corner. “You have awakened a surge of lust within me. NO ONE CAN STOP ME NOW!”

“H-Help!” Saionji begged. “Y-You can lick the bottom of my shoes!”

“I’M GOING HIGHER THAN THA-” A fist sent him flying

“Heaven-slaying Dragon Fist!” Nanami announced her move.

“Taylor Swift!” The attack packed a punch, sending him flying into the bartending table.

“Don’t touch my classmates…” She defended.

“I’m also one of them…” He countered.

Everything faded to black.

[-x-]

“...Ugh…” Hajime groaned, getting up from a slumber he didn’t recall taking.

“Good afternoon, Hinata-kun!” A bright Yukizome welcomed him back to the world of the living.

“Good afternoon, sensei…” He greeted back. “What time is it?”

“Almost 5pm. You’re the first one to wake up, aside from me of course.” She laughed.

“I remember parts of what happened like everything cut off in between.” He rubbed his head.

“Yeah, consumption of high level drugs then to do that to the mind.” she explained, “You should be well versed in this considering your profession.”

“Tell me about it…” Shaking his head, “How’s everyone?”

“Not to worry, the school’s nurse checked on them and said they’re all fine. She said you can be released an hour after you wake up.” Grabbing his head and plopping it back down the pillow, “So, rest. You need it.”

‘Now, I gotta call Dana up to say that I can’t come… at least the siblings are there so they should cover enough.’ He planned to call the white-haired woman once he gets back home.

That was a rollercoaster, a fun one but a screw got dislocated by the end of the ride. Said screw was sleeping peacefully across from him, that loli prick. He predicted it but he still wasn’t happy about the outcome.

Maybe he should look up some drinks that can counter certain drugs, if that medium wasn’t already discovered. Doing so would require a ton of work and research that he couldn’t really do with the current schedule he has, even after the tune up. Maybe weekends only would free him up to experiment or maybe he can hang out with Seiko-san since this is her exact branch, his was just making things taste good.

That’s a plan we can definitely take but not without any more sacrifices from his perma injured father. One job was enough for the old man, he can take care of the rest. At least in the meantime, graduating from Hope’s Peak guaranteed success so he can have his dad rest for the rest of his life doing what he wanted most, sitting in front of a TV 24/7.

Kaz was to his right and Nanami was beside him. Koizumi was to his left…

‘Koizumi, ah shit… this is gonna spell some trouble.’ As bad as his memory was during his intoxication period, he was still able to pick out certain details… Like how he took pin-up pictures of the photographer.

‘I’m getting kicked in the balls for sure… I hope she has some mercy in her soul.’ What fun…

He closed his eyes and time seemed to pass much quicker while floating inside his mindscape. Just not thinking at all helped alleviate some of the anxietal problems he has, even if his outward personality screamed ‘Ok cool, moving on’. He was still a teenager trying to find his ground in the world. His position inside a school of elites wasn’t helping him in the least bit.

A lot more people were waking up in the vicinity, he could recognize their voices by now. Crazy as they are, they’re incredibly distinct people. Qualities of an Ultimate, he guessed, some anomaly he was. Just an ordinary guy with decent bartending skills mixed in with such lunacy. Maybe that’s what’s making him stand out inside it, being the rational one and using their head like an average person would.

The only other person he could think of was Koizumi, but she’s already adapted to the landscape. Well enough that she doesn’t question much at all excluding her typical mother hen attitude. It was strangely impressive how she went from a bystander looking from the outside to the one that suppresses the mentally insane.

His two friends were in a specific breed, not inherently crazy, just a few screw looses. Nanami was a normal, soft-spoken teenager if her obsession with gaming wasn’t a thing. Her skillset in them extended far beyond what any speedrunner or veteran could accomplish in a decade, let alone a year. Still, something about her seemed lonely, like she doesn’t have much to say unless it includes games or other people. Nothing about herself unless you ask, but no one does. Most likely why she didn’t have confidence in the event. Maybe he and his bro can fix that.

Kaz on the other hand was what you would expect for a punk in any high school, nothing outstanding. Just a common rebel attitude he carried around. Maybe that’s all what he thought he was until he realized he could be a mechanic of the highest caliber. His still dyed hair signified the attention he was willing to get and his excessive carefreeness reflected his desire to be untied from something. What is that thing? He doesn’t know, it was up for his friend to decide if he wanted the truth out. Or his speculations could be wrong, only time will tell.

“Hajime, you awake?” A voice interrupted his monologue.

He peeked with one eye to see the mechanic grinning at him. “Sup, man?” He offered a fist bump which the bartender returned.

“Hey, Kaz, hmph.” He got up and sat on the sides. “Can you stand up?.”

“Yeah but it’s kinda a challenge...” The mechanic pushed his hands to lift himself up and sit across from Hajime, which also caused the bed to creak very loudly, “Guess we were right huh?”

“Oh now you come back to my side when you switched to Nanami’s earlier… Aight, I see you.” He nodded.

“Heh, yeah, really didn’t think this was gonna happen. I mean hell, who could’ve predicted this?”

“‘No one because no one’s insane enough to do this in the first place’ is what a normal person would say. But we’re in Hope’s Peak, so that goes out the window real quick.” He laughed.

“Yep! Welcome to the Insanity Ship! This is your captain speaking!” Yukizome-sensei saluted with one eye closed. “Argh!” She disappeared in the back of the room.

“Argh…” Hajime mimicked her. “How’s your balls?”

“Still hurtin’.” He grimaced, “The yakuza really know how to beat people up.”

“I’d put an ice pack on that if I were you.” the bartender suggested.

“Oh yeah shit.” He tried to sprint but couldn't due to the circumstances so he limped towards the nurse.

“H-Hinata…?” The voice he was dreading to hear this entire time.

“H-Hey, Koizumi. What’s up?” Feigning ignorance, a strategy that works about 20% of the time.

“Hey…” The awkward air was surrounding the two. “Don’t you think we should talk about… that?”

“Or... you can just erase them and let this be history.” He suggested, praying to god that she does.

“Nope, even if this can be used as blackmail. I never erase a photo once I take it, that’s my policy.”

“Can’t you make an exception for this one?”

“No… I wish I wasn’t hell bent on following my rules either, okay?”

“Why’d it have to be like this man…” Feeling despondent.

“Yo! Hajime, I got my ice pac- oh am I interrupting something?” He grinned.

“No you’re not, you can talk to this unreliable guy.” She said, getting out of her bed and joining the girls that flocked near Nanami’s bed.

“O...kay then. She mad or somethin’?”

“Sorta, shit happened between us at that moment.” He explained but immediately added, “Nothing like that, no nothing too serious. Just stuff, yeah stuff.”

“Not exactly convincing are you, Hajime?”

“Not like you’re any better.”

“Fam, I am better.”

“Sure, fool yourself.”

“ Anyways, dude, our plan was a banger! Actually made it work in a day, somehow.” Shaking his fist in a celebratory manner.

“Yep, maybe we can plan even more in the future.” Kaz proposed.

“ Not anytime soon though, we gotta take a break.” Hajime mentioned.

“It was really stressful keeping everyone on track and not having them destroy the TV at all times. You provoking Kuzuryu didn’t help, just sayin’.” The pink-haired boy pointed out.

“Hey! I tried to make it more interesting, tell me I didn’t. C’mon, lie to my face.”

“You right, you right. But you still could’ve picked another method other than risking your own balls.”

“Heh, I did threaten the heir to the biggest Yakuza in japanese history…” A streak of sweat rolled down his spine at seeing the prospects.

“We should check up on Nanami. She looked a lot more affected than us.”

“Yeah.” He grunted while standing up. “Let’s go.”

“Right behind ya, dude.”

[-x-]

“Okay!” Their teacher commenced. “Let’s start the day with cheer like yesterday!”

“How are you so energetic?” Kaz demanded in front.

Hajime was currently on the point of collapse, even more so than usual. Head on the pillow he brought to class for a good reason, he was always tired, especially in the beginning of the month. These days not as much but this instance was the worst it’s ever gotten. I mean, he can barely lift his head after that overdose of sex drugs.

‘The hell was Hanamura thinking when he made those… I know the dude’s needy but what the hell…!’ he yelled inside his mind.

The TV was still there but the machine that ran it was returned back to its rightful place: in the corner of a dinky bar in downtown Tokyo. And since Kaz thought ahead, he copied the machine’s coding and they can now freely play games anytime they were free in their classroom.

‘That smartass is prolly praising himself for doing that, then again, it’s his job to know these things.’

“Because I’m an adult. It wasn’t my first time with something like that.” Yukizome-sensei answered with pride.

“I see. So that is why I am not exhausted either.” Sonia voiced.

‘The hell are those two implying…’ The boy was definitely grumpier than usual.

“Huh? Sonia-san, what does that mean-” The confused mechanic desperately asked before being interrupted.

“No talking while I’m talking! Let’s start homeroom now!” Slamming the podium, “While I could choose someone that I would think will be the perfect fit to be your class representative… it wouldn’t be fair and my bias would total the entire thing. So, we’re holding a vote! These are the three candidates!”

“Soda-kun!” She pointed at the baffled teen.

“Huh?! Me?” He was asking himself a million questions why she chose him.

“Because you organized the event yesterday! It went fantastic so I’m giving you a chance to be the class rep!”

“But I don’t wanna have that responsibility!” He begged.

“Too! Bad!” She folded her hands together and smirked. “For the second pick, Nanami-san!”

“Why me? I didn’t do much at all.”

“But you saved someone from being rough-upped by a scoundrel,” Staring deeply into the culprit’s eyes, “and helped Soda-kun prepare the event.”

“Ah okay.” She accepted her fate.

“And for the final candidate!”

‘Here it comes…’

“Hinata-kun! For setting up a bar where people could group up and socialize!” He buried his face even further after hearing that statement.

“I’ll give you all one paper each to vote for one person. Anonymous of course.” She handed them out, “Oh and one more rule, to the candidates, you can’t vote for yourself.”

A few minutes went into deciding who he wanted to hand the reins. For Hajime, it was a close bet between Nanami and Kaz, both having their qualities and flaws.

Nanami was built to be a leader of sorts, the beacon of hope that can… why was he speaking like Komaeda? Ignoring that, she was someone that has the capabilities and mentality to lead the class. Her optimism and methods in cheering people up were much better than him and the mechanic. It was actually insane, the girl has a way of making light of something he found undoubtedly futile.

But her positive traits can backfire though. The gamer was blindly hopeful to the point that logical reasoning could be thrown out the windows for beliefs, not facts. She was also only well-versed in one category, gaming, but he knew she could get out of her comfort zone and explore different media.

Kaz on the other hand wasn’t much of a leader type, like not at all. He apologized in his head but it was true. The pink-haired boy was an individual of personal demands, if he wanted it, he would get it. But he wouldn’t force himself into a position where he didn’t have much of a choice aside from doing something he didn’t want.

But the guy has eagerness. If he channels that to the class representative position, he couldn’t match the boy in any scenario. He might seem like a dimwit on the outside(which he is…) but he has immense intelligence. His knowledge in mechanical engineering allowed him to explore whatever he wanted in his subject, Kaz could practically map out any spare parts and turn it into a rocket if he wanted to.

Hard choice, the two provided so many good aspects to themselves that Hajime had a hard time considering. In the end he went with his gut and voted for his mechanic friend.

“Alright! The votes are in… Let’s see how many each candidate has!”

“For Soda-kun! Five votes!”

‘Only?! I thought more people would go for him.’

“For Hinata-kun! Five votes as well!”

‘Shiet… didn’t think that many people would go for me. I wonder who actually did.’

“And at last, Nanami-san has six votes!”

They all clapped as the pink-haired girl felt confused. She bit her cheeks and thought about something inside her head. Before standing up and raising her hand.

“Umm…”

“What is it, class rep?” The teacher asked.

“I don't think I should be the class rep.”

“Before you could ask if you could hand the title over, no you cannot. But, I’ll happily hear you out.”

“Alone, I don’t wanna be alone in being the representative.”

“You mean you wanna have a class deputy?”

“Kinda… I wanted to ask if my friends could be class reps alongside me.”

‘The hell are you planning, Nanami… I don’t wanna get dragged into this please!’ The boy was way too tired to refuse her offer.

“Nanami, what are you doing?!” He stood up and looked at the gamer. “You know me and Hajime over there don’t want this!”

Hinata simply raised a thumbs up and a constrained smile.

“Oh? Are you sure you want this, Nanami-san?” The former housekeeper seeked confirmation.

“Yep! If it wasn’t for my friends, I wouldn’t be a candidate in the first place!” She looked delighted to the point of shining like a sun.

“Hell no! Nuh uh, we ain’t up for this!” Producing an ‘X’ with his arms.

“Soda-kun~.” Unsheathing her blade and appearing demonic, “If you don't stop that, worse could come other than small cuts.”

“Y-Yes, Ma’am.” he backed down.

“Your current class rep demanded to be split into three, this now takes effect! Soda-kun, Hinata-kun, Nanami-san! You are all the leaders of this class!”

Everyone cheered and applauded the three.

‘I guess still I gave what that rat bastard wanted. Even if I didn’t want to.’ He sighed the hardest he could inside his comfortable pillow.

“We should celebrate this occasion with a feast!” The princess suggested.

“Great idea, Sonia-san!” Kaz praised but realized that… they had to organize it.

“Class Reps! You decide on what to eat!” The orange-haired woman declared. “This is your first task!’

“Fuck me… A headache this early isn’t gonna do my health any good…” he murmured.

“Hinata-kun.” The girl beside him called, “What do you suggest?” Nanami was apparently already accustomed to their roles. Pays to be hopeful and to have a good sleeping schedule, he supposed.

He laid his head sideways to face her, “I honestly don’t know, something basic and simple to make because we won’t be able to handle any gourmet shit.”

“You’re right. Soda-kun!” She made a ‘come here’ gesture and the mechanic came, face full of despair, “What should we do?”

“Well, we don’t wanna do everything by ourselves so why not just give Hanamura all the work and be done with it. We’re the leaders so he should follow us.” He brought out his plan.

“I don’t think Yukizome-sensei will allow that.” “No I won’t!” Echoed in the background. “Doing nothing for thirty minutes while Hanamura-kun cooks doesn’t seem fair.”

“Damn, Nanami’s right.” The brunet clicked his tongue but immediately had an idea, “Oh! Why not bring everyone to the kitchen and cook their own food?”

“Yoooo! That should work, yeah.” Kaz nodded vigorously and patted his friend’s shoulder, “Great job, class rep.”

“Good idea, Hinata-kun!” She gave him a thumbs up.

“Knowing the kitchen’s size, it should be enough for half the class to have their turns.” He thought of the layout of the room inside his mind.

“Hoh, look at them. Planning out like a team already.” Mioda looked amazed at their chemistry.

“They are friends, I would assume they can communicate properly.” Koizumi pointed out.

“I-I can’t believe how well they're doing already…” Tsumiki commented.

“Tch, they’re just talking, what’s so special.” Saionji scoffed.

“So this is the power of Hope.” Komaeda observed them and mumbled to himself, “HahahAHA, I will follow you three to the end!”

“Alright everyone. We’ll be cooking our breakfast in the kitchen this morning!” Hajime announced knowing full well some had heard of the plan already.

“And you will be cooking your own! Which means, half the class will take the kitchen while the others observe them.” The soft spoken girl added.

“Hanamura and Hajime will teach us how to use the stove in case you don’t already know how to cook.” Kaz finalized.

“Alright class, your reps have decided! We’re heading to the kitchen right now!” She directed them to the door. The students flooded out of the class and headed towards the staircases.

“How was that for our first job?” Kaz inquired.

“Pretty good!” Nanami pumped her fists.

“Yep, going great so far. But knowing our class, something is bound to happen.” Hajime reminded them.

“Yeah…” The mechanic sighed.

“But that doesn’t matter!” The gamer countered, “We can fix the problems if we have any.”

“True.” The shark-toothed boy agreed, “Yo guys, let’s go in front for effect! To feel like we are the leaders of this class.”

“You guys can go, I’d rather not waste anymore energy by walking faster.”

“We can drag you there if you want.” Nanami offered something he wouldn’t have expected from her.

“Hehehe, what’s your choice, Hinata-sama? Be dragged or walk with your own two feet?”

“*sigh* I hate both of you…” he said speed walking in front, leaving the two behind.

If he was being honest with himself, this doesn’t seem that bad. Overseeing a class full of batshit lunatics was such a bad idea on paper, but on account of their first try with the arcade, it shouldn’t be that bad right?

Oh boy how wrong he was...

Chapter Text

[-x-]

“Why the hell is it so hot…?” Kaz voiced.

That was definitely an opinion that the rest of the class shared, the classroom was boiling hot. Touch anything that stayed under the sun for too long and you’d receive scathing pain on your skin. Even worse, the bartender was sitting beside the window where the ball of fire was cooking him alive.

Motivation to remove his button up was at an all time high, it was practically transparent from the amount of sweat he was producing. He needed three bottles to get back what he just lost in a few hours. Their teacher even stopped their curriculum because she couldn’t bear the heat.

“Thank you, Owari and Nidai for destroying the ventilation in our class with your bullshit…” He cursed them, tugging at his collar and blowing inside his shirt.

“Bolts for heads, aren’t you the one who can fix this for us?” Saionji pointed out.

“I’m not a wizard who touches things and fixes them!” The mechanic retorted.

“Loli over there is right though, why the hell aren’t you fixing it?” Kuzuryu jumped in the mix. “The wall’s been fixed a week ago, why don’t you just add an A/C?”

“Look who’s talking, shota.” She shot back.

“Lemme ask you this, how long would it take for this class to destroy it?” The pink-haired boy countered. “I’m willing to bet two days max if the stars align.”

“Alright! Settle down, no one’s to blame for this.” The teacher tried to keep the classes’ cool.

“But sensei, I can’t stand this heat!” The pigtailed blonde complained.

“Even the Dark Devas of Destruction couldn’t withstand the inferno we are in.” Tanaka, with all the devas in his hands piled up dramatically.

“STOP COMPLAINING ABOUT THE HEAT.” Nidai encouraged them. “SUCK IT UP, TREAT IT LIKE THE SAUNA DOWNSTAIRS.”

‘You have no right to say that since this is your damn fault in the first place…’ Hajime stared blankly at the soaked team manager. He still couldn’t figure out why the guy wanted to wear a long sleeve in the summer.

“K-Kuzuryu-san, you should drink a bottle of water. T-That amount of sweating i-isnt safe!!!” The Nurse suddenly warned the Yakuza behind her. The blond was dripping sweat from his chin at a rapid pace.

“I’m fine!” Waving off the concern of the Nurse, using his blazer as a fan. “I’ve handled worse than this heat wave.”

“Actually, can two strong boys go down to the cafeteria and fill up a cooler with ice and water bottles? Even when it melts, it should be drinkable cold.” Yukizome-sensei requested a temporary solution to their predicament.

“I CAN DO THAT ALL BY MYSELF.” Nidai volunteered, rising from his seat and heading to the exit.

“I’ll come because I doubt Nidai-san knows where the bottles actually are.” Hanamura joined the team manager.

“Everyone else, roll up your sleeves and unbutton your shirts if you have anything under it.” The orange-haired teacher ordered this time. “We’ll get through this together!” She said as she fanned her face with a clipboard.

The students obliged the teacher if they didn't do so already. But it didn’t help much.

“Sensei! Can we go to the pool downstairs?” The Musician raised her hand.

“No can do, Mioda-san.” She shook her head. “Your upperclassmen wisely chose today to reserve the pool, those sneaky rats… We can maybe get it sometime Monday next week.”

“Jeez, even that option's gone…” The photographer crumpled down on her arms.

“We’re gonna die!” The traditional dancer panicked.

“WAH!!!” Tsumiki balled her eyes out, somehow having the capacity to weep at all.

“No!!! I’m too young, I have ambitions!” Kaz pulled on his strands.

“This can’t be good for my skincare routine.” Sonia-san sighed.

“Need… water…” Owari bumped her head on her desk at a rapid pace.

“Heathens! Cease the protest and bear this adversity!” Tanaka slammed his desk, his hamsters suddenly having a second wind. Glistening hair aside, he miraculously recovered from his ailment and had the energy to cheer everyone up.

“Calm yourselves everyone.” Mitarai said, sticky fingers glued to his stylus. Seemed like he was bothered by the 77-B being their usual selves that he had to step in. “You can’t be acting like this just from a bit of heat.”

“Mitarai-kun and Tanaka-kun are right. We need to remain patient for now.” Nanami was mustering up all her confidence to address the class.

“Yeah, Nanami-san’s right. We shouldn’t act like children.” Koizumi fanned her face with her notebook.

“Can we at least go somewhere cooler than a sauna’d classroom?” Hajime requested. “I can think of a few places that are way more tolerable than this literal hell.”

“I don’t think we’ll need to when the two of them come back with ice cold water.” The redhead responded.

“WE BRING BAD NEWS!” The door slammed open. “THE OTHER CLASSES HAVE TAKEN ALL THE ICE AND BOTTLES FOR THEMSELVES!”

“Those bastards!” Mioda shrieked. “How dare they monopolize the only way we’ll survive!”

“This is unacceptable!” Sonia-san agreed. “Resources should be equally divided between classes!”

“Welp, we’re definitely fucked.” Kaz has fallen into despair.

“Where do you suggest we go, Hinata-kun?” Their teacher asked, curious as to what he had cooking up.

[-x-]

“Really, Hinata?” The photographer grilled him for his choice.

“Not like you can blame me, this is the nearest place that won’t require us to take public transport. I don’t wanna get blacklisted from the subway because these guys don’t know what common decency is.”

“A cafe though? I honestly thought you’d have a more exciting idea.” She looked disappointed.

“Hey, at least we're out of the heat right?” He deflected, opening up his arms to the gust of an air conditioned shop. “Finally~.”

“Yeah!” Kaz dove inside and face planted into the cold tiles, scraping his face on them.

Meanwhile, Nanami snuck in quietly before his class could block her. Same thing for the more reserved individuals, Kuzuryu sat in the back and placed his feet on the table while Pekoyama and Mitarai went to the tables in the middle.

“YOU’RE A GENIUS, HINATA-CHAN!” Mioda leaped atop of his back and shook his head mercilessly. “WE CAN HAVE A/C WHILE WE GET TO SNACK ON DELICIOUS TREATS!”

“M-Mioda, sto-stop that!” He begged while trying to get her off like a tick, he gave up on trying.

“I wanna get some macarons!” The traditional dancer rushed to the counter and ordered the poor employees around.

The burly Nidai stood firmly in front of the air conditioner, greedily sucking in all the cool breeze. “Coach, can you move a bit? Lemme get some of that!” Owari requested, forcefully shaking him.

“My, my… is this what they call a maid cafe?” Sonia ejected stars out of her eyes.

“Not exactly, this is just a normal one, Sonia-chan.” The photographer clarified.

“Such moe!” The princess ignored her.

“W-Woah! They have gaming themed desserts!” Nanami gushed from her chair and rushed towards the counter, “I have to get Satonaka one ASAP!”

“I’ve never seen Nanami that way with food before.” Kaz got up from the floor.

“Well, there’s only one thing that can actually make her act like that.” Hinata reasoned.

“True.” He agreed, seeing the pink haired girl jump for joy when they made her beverage.

“Yo Hajime, do you serve coffee at your place?” His friend asked, finding them a couch in the back to chill on.

“Not really but I know a bit of cocktails that have coffee in them.” He answered. “White Russian’s one of the better drinks you can make.”

“Shit, wanna make it for me?”

“You’re underage, no.”

“How bout make a virgin version?”

“Just get a coffee milkshake at that point.”

The pink-haired mechanic sighed. “You ain’t crackin’ I guess…”

“Can you get off me now, Mioda?” He asked again.

“Sure!” She hopped off. “I didn’t expect you to be so lean though, I totally expected you to be a bit chubbier but no one can beat Mitarai-kun in that! Ain’t that right, animator-kun!!”

“Shush, we can talk after I finish this panel.” He replied but got up from his chair. “Although, I would love to get some muffins so…”

“Hinata!” An all too bossy voice called for him.

“What is it now, Koizumi-sama?” Bowing down to the caller. “Oh, what the hell happened…?”

The situation he was seeing really made him regret bringing his class in a public setting. They really cannot be trusted with keeping it sane. One of the employees was on the floor begging for his evil classmate to stop kicking him. The poor guy didn’t deserve any of the mistreatment.

“I expected you to watch over her!” Calling the redhead out for letting the blonde loose.

“I turned my head once and had a small exchange with Mikan-chan. Then Hiyoko-chan started punishing the guy for not having cotton candy flavored macarons. I already tried to stop her but she won’t listen.” She explained before asking the girl once again to stop.

“...But you’re the only one she actually listens to in this group we have. What do you expect me to do when she only sees me as a peasant?”

“You have a particularly scary glare.” She pointed out. “You can use that to scare her off.”

‘Yours is scarier than mine! What are you on?!’ He wanted to yell that so badly. “Alright, I’ll give it a shot… Saionji! Stop that now.” Applying the apparently scary glare he dons when he’s annoyed, a sharp look of discontent beams on the target and makes them feel remorse. The cross in his eyes appears like it’s shining.

The fear brought upon the dancer was reminiscent of something she fears from her household. Something she's only escaped by living in the dorms is now back to torment her. A noticeable comparison of him and her grandma’s look.

“Alright, Hinata-nii! You’ve made your point… you can stop that now...” She said lifting her feet off the employee, a bit teary-eyed from the display. She rushed off to their teacher for comfort.

“Wow, it actually worked.” He was surprised it did. Did his resting bitch face look that frightening?

“You didn’t have to scare her to tears, y’know…” She added a remark.

‘I did your job for you though…’ Ignoring her advice and walking towards an empty table in between his classmates. Finally being able to sit down on a nice cushioned seat that wasn’t terribly soaked in his own sweat.

“Should I order a parfait or an iced coffee…” Komaeda was about monologuing what can prolong his comfort from the cold while he leaned on a wall near his table. The luckster was weighing out the pros and cons of each but was in a stalemate.

“Get a chocolate parfait with a glass of water to rinse it down.” He suggested it to the boy.

“Oh! Hinata-kun, I didn’t expect you to pay attention to my ramblings. Excuse me for bothering you.” The white-haired boy apologized and stood straight.

“Dude, you should know when to drop the pessimism. It weirds everyone out.” Hajime flat out said.

“Does it? I’m simply just kicking myself where I belong.” The pessimistic bastard didn’t listen to anything he said.

“Why not try to act normal instead. If you care so much about our opinions, just act normal. I’m pretty sure that's the consensus.” He pointed out.

“I should not be in the vicinity of this class in the first place, I don’t like the feeling of trying to blend in and be one of you all.” The white haired boy elaborated further.

“...Whatever, just go get a parfait before I started yelling at how stupid that is.” Hajime hurried him off.

“Alright, Hinata-kun.” Komaeda smiled while trudging towards the counter, not realizing how off putting it was. Or maybe he did but didn’t care.

Hajime observed Komaeda casually talk to the cashier without his usual flamboyance towards the Talented. He can for once see the guy talk to another person that he considers his own level. The constant berating of himself wasn’t present to get in the way, a normal interaction.

Komaeda pulled out a bill that was too much for the dessert citing that he wanted to apologize for the inconvenience he might bring to the store. The cashier was slightly confused but accepted regardless. Hajime was surprised the luckster didn’t say it was to cover his classmates’ chaos.

The employee went to the dispenser of the chocolate whipped cream, pulling down and pouring the liquid on the tall glass. He let go of the lever but the cream didn’t stop pouring. Deciding it was better not wasted on the floor, he grabbed another bigger glass to pour seconds while he buys time to fix the machine. Punching it hard once worked, the dispensing stopped.

“Uhh, sir? Would you mind having a second large parfait? It’s on the house since that darn machine broke on me. And here’s the water cup you’ve asked for.”

“I’ll gladly take it, thank you.” Komaeda held all three cups and laid one of them in front of Hajime. “Here’s one for you, class rep.”

“Your luck is such a hack, dude.” The bartender was dumbfounded.

“It can be quite handy.” The boy smiled back once again. “I hope that the worker doesn’t get punished because of it.”

“He should be fine, he’s been working here for a while so they won’t consider that.” Hajime has seen the guy work there for 2 years now.

“Perfect.” Scooping up a mix of chocolate syrup and bananas.

A quaint silence befell the two as they devoured the delicious dessert on their table.

Hajime didn’t know much about Komaeda given that the guy, most times, can’t exactly have a normal interaction with anyone that attends Hope’s Peak Main Course. A fact that has become indisputable the moment they started attending classes.

The fact that Nagito Komaeda was infatuated with the idea of Talent. He didn’t know why, but he wanted to. His obsession translated into annoyance to their class. It was fine if you admired the students on how they’ve cultivated a talent so much that they got in Hope’s Peak, but Komaeda brings that to another level. Or rather, skyrockets it to another atmosphere.

To anyone that doesn’t want to dig deeper, he seems like a creep. A stalker that learned your address but won’t progress farther than staring when you leave or enter your home. A respectful weirdo that won’t stop babbling about your greatness. But there’s always a reason why people act the way they do.

He’s been given an opportunity to uncover the mystery of the luckster. He won’t waste it, even if it takes him the three years they have together.

This is where his bartending instincts kick in. He wants to and has to know a moderate detail in someone’s life. To extend conversation and form a bond with his regulars and keep the passersby entertained enough to become regulars. But, he has to know where the boundaries lie within the person.

He couldn’t just go off the wall and ask anyone about their past without being given permission first. Drawing the line is the first step, after that, it’s all about chipping the walls in order to know the person. Komaeda is going to be the most challenging boss he’s had yet. ‘God, I sound like Nanami…’

“How’s the parfait?” he started. Basic enough to avoid suspicion. ‘Why am I treating this like a stealth game? Well to be honest, I think that’s the only way I’m getting through this walnut.’

“Decent, it’s what I would expect from a cafe like this.” The luckster commented.

“You sound like you’ve had a taste of an Ultimate’s parfait.” He noted.

“No, but I would love to.” Komaeda responded with a beaming smile.

“So you just have refined taste?” He questioned.

“You could say that.” Picking up the cherry and biting it in half. “Being surrounded by opulence does so.”

“So you grew up in a rich and good household. Lucky you then.” ‘Heh.’ “I wouldn’t wish what I had on anyone but it makes me jealous you had a normal childhood.”

“It was great. But my parents made me grow up fast because of their guidance.” He twirled the stem between his fingers. “It can be overwhelming at the start but I eventually learned.”

“So, you had to learn all the mannerisms and stuff? Even speaking with a more complex dialect?”

“The first one, yes. My parents are a big fan of Victorian-era Britain so they trained me with proper idiosyncrasy and the likes. Even hiring tutors for piano and dancing classes. But we still talked in normal Japanese don’t worry, we aren’t that posh.”

“Sheesh, you rich folks are something else.” Taking a gigantic bite off the yogourt. “I can’t even begin how weird you guys live in comparison to the working class.”

“Well, that’s the cards I’ve been dealt so I’m using it to my advantage.” He shrugged.

“Weird how you guys can afford all the things in the world but chose things that require so much muscle memory and training.” He stabbed through his confection to mix the chocolate inside. “They coulda just let you play games or read mangas like any normal kid.”

“Didn’t have a choice in the matter. My parents wrote those off as nonsense.” He wiped his mouth with a folded handkerchief. “Plus, I quite liked the mimicry that we played. Very unique in the country we’re in.”

“Mr. Big Words out here… ‘opulence’, ‘idiosyncrasy’, ‘mimicry’. And you say you talk in normal Japanese.”

“I’m just testing out if you can converse with upper class vocabulary.” Tapping the glass with his spoon.

“So you were testing me?”

“Sorta, I wanted to experience what it was talking to someone that can drag any conversion enough to make it interesting. You’re doing predictably well.”

“I have my fair share of insanely rich regulars that pull these words out so I had to learn them.” He recalled. “They even give me tips worth as much as my paycheck.”

“That seems wonderful, perhaps I can visit you in your proper environment so I can get a feel.”

“...You did not have to phrase it like that…” He scratched his cheek. “Though, if you’re so rich, why not treat the class sometimes.” He switched the subject, winking at his classmate. “Your trust funds can definitely afford us a Hawaiian trip fifty times over.”

“I will think about it.” He finally got up. “Thank you for this conversation, Hinata-kun. I’ve definitely wasted too much of your time, I should let you talk with everyone else.”

“And there he goes…” Hajime said, watching Komaeda walk towards the exit and excusing himself to their teacher. “He forgot to drink his water though, I’ll just leave it here.”

“Hinata!” The nagging voice called out to him once more.

“What now? I thought you were busy babysitting Saionji, Koizumi. What’re you doin’ here?”

“Well, aren’t you supposed to keep our class in check, class rep?” Glancing over at the class he’s ignored.

“I’m not the only one y’know, there’s three of us but you decided to bother me.”

“I didn’t exactly have much of a choice.”

His Co-Class reps were busying themselves within their own bubble. Nanami was playing a ten year old RPG while taking bites out of her green cake. And directly next to her was Mitarai with his third plate of cake, observing the details of the cafe to draw later on.

Kaz was unsurprisingly doing his umpteenth time hitting on Sonia. She has not turned her head towards the mechanic, sipping her anime themed tea in delight. Hitting on Sonia with desperation is never going to work, he’s gonna hammer that next time they have another one of those talks.

Hanamura was harassing yet another innocent soul. How was he so damn horny 24/7? The guy cannot hold his libido inside of his body for one goddamn minute. Owari and Nidai were on the verge of breaking the only source of making the weather tolerable with their infighting for the cool wind.

Though, he’s counting his blessings that some of his classmates were chilling. Pekoyama is currently blushing while eating a strawberry pastry. Though, she’s still on standby with her bokken if anything rises up. Kuzuryu was having a nap even with all the chaos.

‘I guess it pays off being a Yakuza. Alert but aloof. Now, if only you weren’t stranded in the body of a shota.’ Something he would never mention in proximity to the blond.

Their teacher was chatting it up with the manager of the place so she was too distracted to stop anything that the class would cook up. Drinking a glass of iced coffee and acting like a teenager, he wouldn’t object to the lifestyle if it wasn’t for the fact that his class will destroy the building in less than an hour.

Mioda was singing karaoke on her phone while Saionji was sitting next to her. Patting her head to calm the dancer down. Apparently the blonde doesn’t mind the inhumane screams that the musician, by some means, was producing from her cords.

“I literally cannot take this class anywhere that Hope’s Peak doesn’t have the insurance in.” He whispered. “I gotta get that A/C fixed asap, I don’t wanna risk any more trouble Yukizome-sensei deals with on the daily.”

“Could you stop zoning out please?” She demanded, snapping her fingers an inch from his face. “I need you here since this guy won’t listen to me. He’s just repeating ‘begone lass.’”

“So they’re the ones?” Finally seeing the perpetrators for Koizumi’s worries.

Tanaka and Tsumiki. Somehow, an unlikely combo was about to destroy the establishment. The breeder was doing his best to convince the meek nurse to handle his hamsters. But she wasn’t having it, on the verge of a complete breakdown while being chased by a lunatic. She was running as fast as she could to avoid being touched by his ‘beasts’.

“N-No, Tanaka-san!” She begged. “T-They’ll b-bite me!! I don’t like h-hamsters!”

“Silence, wench!” Petting his pets on the head while slowly reaching them out. “You will recognize their greatness and I shall witness your change of heart first hand!”

“S-Stop IT!!!” They are a minute away from trampling and trashing the cafe.

“So, how do you propose we stop this before they steamroll this place?” He asked curiously

“Try yelling maybe?” She scratched her head.

“Alright then… worth a shot.”

“Tanaka!” The combo ordered. “THAT’S ENOUGH!”

To no avail. He blatantly ignored them to accomplish his goal. Still chasing the poor girl.

‘He coulda just been more delicate. You’re gonna give Tsumiki a heart attack, dude…’ he expressed.

“Uhh, what now?” Turning back to his accomplice.

“Intervene physically, I’ll go for Tsumiki-chan, you try to stop that raging bull.” Another suggestion.

“How come I got the dangerous one?”

“Enough gripes! We have a situation here!”

The bartender and photographer headed for the eventual direction the other pair were heading. Hajime lifted a chair in order to stop the breeder in his tracks. Koizumi jumped in place to prepare herself to trip the most clumsy person in the entire world.

“Here they come…”

“Three… two… one…” She counted. “GO!”

She stuck her foot out and the bandaged nurse somehow tripped before she even got to the foot and crashed into the redhead. The breeder halted his stampede and threw one of his pets into Hajime.

“Huh?” Before he realized that it perfectly landed on his shoulders, Jum-P bit it harshly. “OW!” He tried to pull off the animal without hurting it but it wasn’t budging. “Tanaka! Get this guy off me!”

“Perceive his grandeur and perhaps I will permit so.” The imperious edgelord demanded.

Meanwhile, “I’M SO SORRY, KOIZUMI-CHAN!” The klutz screeched in an approximate radius of a mile. “FORGIVE ME FOR HURTING AND DRAGGING YOU INTO THIS!!”

The photographer was still in awe of the ineptitude of the clumsiness of the nurse who remained in place. Just lying down wondering what got her to the point of babysitting a bunch of five year old children in seventeen year old bodies. She realizes now that her mother hen attitude was her only barrier of sanity. Her core is very much vulnerable.

Her previous social experiences were nothing but a fleeting reminder of normalcy. She entered the Lion’s Den blindly without realizing it and she had only taken off the blindfold. Now there are beasts lurking around to obliterate her and the only way to survive was to tame them. Which in this case, engulf herself in her motherly philosophy till she’s strong enough to withstand the blows.

“Alright! I recognize this hamster as a higher being.” Hajime recited, lowering himself below hamsters in status.

“Superb.” The black haired boy clapped. “I expected nothing less of a mere mortal. Return to your brothers, glorious Deva of Darkness. Jum-P!”

Apparently satisfied with his work, he gave a parting response to the nurse, “This isn’t over Mistress of Restoration, you are to fall in our next encounter.” The breeder went on to brood in the corner with the other edgelords without cringing at his proclamations for his PETS.

What really broke him was that he had three more years, THREE! Being the LEADER of the raging hurricane 77-B since his supposed co-class reps aren’t there most of the time and sometimes even part of the problem. This is just the fucking start and he’s in for a ride, Va-11 Hall-A has nothing on this. And he’s only realizing this now.

Every combination of individuals have a chance of becoming a ticking time bomb. Tanaka and Tsumiki were simply an example. What if Komaeda and Owari managed to interact? They can destroy the entire academy by just being in proximity. More and more of these will pop up if the class continues to become intimate.

Acceptance of the absurdity wasn’t going to come easy. Especially if his built up tolerance wasn’t nearly enough to sustain heavy attacks from a class that doesn’t know the word ‘normal’. If he wants to survive with his logical ability dubbed common sense, a rarity in Hope’s Peak, he has to adapt and protect it at all costs.

If he doesn’t, he’ll become a chaotic being like the rest of his class. Anyone there has the potential of great destruction, even Nanami and Kaz as much as they try to be otherwise. Except maybe one that he doesn’t know if she’ll acclimate or become corrupted.

All bets are off.

“This fucking class never ceases to amaze me…” Hajime giggling deliriously.

Koizumi joined in on the fun, realizing they shared the same fate. “Hehehehehe…” They both cracked. What else could you do in a situation like this?

“K-Koizumi-chan…? Hinata-san…? A-Are you both a-alright?” The worrisome nurse’s head turned back and forth. She wondered if they had to be instated in a mental health facility.

They only stopped laughing till their teacher had asked them to thank the workers and leave the premises.

[-x-]

“Yo, Hajime.” His friend tapped his shoulder. “You alright? You don’t look too hot right now…”

“Nahhhh.” He brushed it off. “I’m fine, don't worry about it.”

‘You could’ve at least helped me instead of flirting with someone that just ignores your existence. Help a brother out…’

They’re currently walking back to school. He thought of how the class was divided into established groups. The Trio Reps: Hajime, Kaz and Nanami. The Muscle Heads: Owari and Nidai. The Twilight Girls: Koizumi, Tsumiki, Saionji and Mioda. And finally the rest simply hang around without any solid faction: Kuzuryu, Komaeda, Pekoyama, Mitarai, Hanamura, Sonia and Tanaka.

At least for now, he hopes they actually join or form their own to organize the class a bit more. There’s also sub groups that are formed by two individuals from different groupings. Koizumi and Hajime, the Sanity Duo. Somehow, Pekoyama and Kuzuryu, those two seem to talk and hit it off when they think no one was looking. Mioda and Mitarai interact quite a bit to the animator’s dismay. And now we have Tsumiki and Tanaka that will continue till the nurse pets the hamsters.

Dangerous combos should best be avoided and prevented before they appear. So, he should watch out for any sprouting interactions and bury them.

‘I sound like a super villain but I have to do what’s right. The hardest choices require the strongest wills after all…’ Quoting a purple alien.

“Okay then… Oh yeah!” He snapped his finger. “I can actually fix the air conditioning system. Kinda.”

“How do you propose that?” The brunet got out of his stupor.

“Since I can’t just make an A/C and place it in the class naked. We can just buy an industrial grade one from an appliance store, install it outside of the wall where they can’t touch it, connect it via a vent and I’ll make a protective layer around it.”

“I have a hard time believing that you can make something that can prevent Owari from destroying it.”

“Trust me on this, I’m the Ultimate Mechanic for a reason.” He grinned.

“You ain’t the Ultimate Metallurgist or Engineer is my point. You’re prolly just gonna waste the school’s money.” Still skeptical of his friend’s plan.

“Oh c’mon!” Wrapping his arms around the bartender’s shoulders. “I can just commission a steel alloy strong enough and craft kinda like an armor. I got the tools, I just need confirmation from you, Sensei and Nanami.”

“You said my name?” The girl popped in out of nowhere.

“Yep, I now have a plan to fix the oven heat problem.” Flashing a thumbs up.

“Oooh. You mean we can finally cook again?” She looks ecstatic.

“No! Not that…” He denied. “Though, I’m still thinking on how we can make it 77-B proof.”

“Coat it in steel alloys, why don’t you?” Hajime said sarcastically.

The first ever cook off their class did went well enough that they decided to try another one. Which, predictably, didn’t end smoothly. The ovens exploded due to something… he was lucky enough to not be in the kitchen while he was making a fruit punch in the cafeteria. He witnessed three of his classmates blown out into the dining room. One of which was the dude suggesting they do it again.

“I don’t think that’ll work.” Kaz admitted.

“Or we can just let the people that can use the kitchen to do their jobs… we should learn from our mistakes no?”

“No, no. Our class is slowly learning to cook.” The mechanic defended. “In due time, we’ll be really coordinated.”

“For some reason I doubt that but go off.” Hajime let him slide.

“Nah nah nah, you gotta believe in us, man. If you don’t, who’s gonna?” Kaz pumped himself up.

“You’re right on that but its gonna be our fault if we do more stupid shit that gets us all in danger.”

“It’s fine~. We’re Ultimates here, we can survive far worse.”

“Guys?” Nanami attracted their attention.

“Oh yeah, sorry for ignoring you, Nanami.” Hajime apologized.

“Yeah, ma bad.”

“It’s fine. I was just staring into the distance anyway.” She shrugged off. “Also, since both of you already use your first names, can I join in? I think it’s weird that I’m the only one left out.”

“Hell yeah, you can!” The pink haired boy allowed her.

“You didn’t even have to ask, we’re already friends Chiaki.” Hajime smiled.

“Thanks.” She placed both pointer fingers on her cheeks and beamed.

“So about the plan, Chiaki.” Kaz started again. “We were gonna tell Yukizome-sensei about it so she can get permission from the principal.”

“That sounds great, let’s go!” She charged to the front of the pack.

“Wait up!” Hajime jogged to catch up. “You don’t even know what the plan is!”

“Guys, don’t leave me here!”

They all arrived at their teacher, she noticed and got curious.

“So, what have my little leaders come up with this time?” Yukizome-sensei asked.

“Kazuichi-kun had this idea to fix the heat problem in our class.” Chiaki brought it up.

“Oh is that right?” She placed her knuckles on her hips. “Go on, I’m dying to hear it. Like, seriously dying.”

“Alright so, I say we buy an industry grade A/C and I’ll attach it outside the classroom. Then I coat it around a protective layer that should be Owari-proof. Of course there's holes in the armor. We need an influx of air for it to even work, not to mention having space to blow the hot air out. So therefore, I’ll need a ton of space for it to even work, which means it’ll cost a lot because I’mma be making the coating one inch thick. Also, I have to make it accessible because we need to clean the filter every three months if we wanna maintain peak performance, which means a reinforced trapdoor. Did you all get that?”

“That sounds great!” She clapped her hands together, glossing over the details of his explanation. “Although, I have a meeting with someone important after our class ends, which is in… 15 minutes.”

“So, we can’t buy it today?” Chiaki asked.

“You don’t have to.” She elaborated. “But, if you want this to be homework, that’s fine by me.”

“Nope!” The bartender immediately denied. “I have a shift tonight so I wanna rest before that.”

“Yeah, I’d rather just rest up for the night.” Kaz admitted.

“That’s fine by me but.” The gamer checked her phone, “Tomorrow is going to be even more brutal.” Displaying the weather conditions to the others.

“Oh no…” The mechanic dreaded. “There’s no way I can work on it, outside, under the sun.”

“As soon as noon hits, we won’t be able to step outside without burning up.” Sensei added.

“And no one in our class will survive that heat.” The pink haired girl finished.

“So… you guys are telling me that we’re basically obligated to do this or we’ll melt?” Hajime was straight-faced.

“Yep.” They all answered.

“Fuck.” He facepalmed and walked off. “I gotta make a phone call then…”

“Yukizome-sensei, what did you mean earlier? With the homework?” Chiaki asked. “How would we get permission if you aren’t there?”

“Just ask Kirigiri-kocho.” She shrugged. “It shouldn’t be too hard given that we're solving a problem he can’t fix on his own.”

“Alright then!” Kaz cheered. “As much as I wanted to play some games, this is a decent pass time replacement. Oh yeah, since I’m rushing this tonight, I won’t be able to install the defense mechanism.”

“So, we just go to the principal’s office, ask him for money and he’ll give it to us?” Completely ignoring the boy.

“Exactly as you said, Nanami-san.” She smiled.

“How about the shipping, the thing is bound to be heavy.” He asked.

“Oh, that shouldn’t be a problem.” The teacher waved off. “Just bring Juzo-kun with you.”

“Juzo?” The gamer wondered.

They’ve never heard of the person’s name before. Though with the limited number of people in the Main Course, they would’ve definitely seen him at least once.

“A burly, green-haired guy. The Head Security. Grumpy.” Imitating the man’s face.

“Ah!” Chiaki slammed her hand on her palm. “The guy that I almost tripped on the first day.”

“I know him too, I only bumped into him twice. He always has that ‘I will beat you to the ground if you bother me' face. Guy’s terrifying.” He shivered.

“He’s the one.” Their teacher confirmed.

“So, you want us to bring him?” The pink haired boy questioned, incredulous. “Hell no, Sensei. He’d kill us both before we even made it outside the school.”

“No he won’t.” She pouted. “He’s a sweetheart! He wouldn’t hurt you guys.”

“I’m back. What’d I miss?” Hajime pocketed his phone.

“So basically, we’re gonna try and get permission from the principal to buy and install it, and then we ask that scary security guy to carry the thing for us since we don’t have a driver available.”

“Yeah, I asked Dana if she can help us but she said she’d have to take over if I can’t make it in time.” He explained. “That should work then.”

77-B finally got to the gates and entered the school zone. Their teacher told the class to go on ahead and that she’ll catch up. They stopped by the shade under the nearby trees.

“I’ll write you guys a letter of proof since I can’t be there.” She pulled out a notepad and pen.

“Who’s talking to Kirigiri-kocho?” Kaz huddled up with the other two. “It ain’t gonna be me, lemme tell ya. There’s no way I can handle talking to the most important person in this school.”

“True, you can’t even talk to your crush normally.” He snidely said.

“Hey!” He smacked his cowlick. “You didn’t have to go there, man.”

“Wait, Kazuichi-kun, you have a crush?” Chiaki's eyes opened widely, giddily grabbing the boy’s arms.

“No I don’t.” He denied wholeheartedly, pulling off her arms.

“Awn, so you don’t wanna tell me yet.” She pouted. “No matter! You will tell me when you’re comfortable enough!”

“I’m actually surprised you haven’t even figured it out in the first place.”

“Here you go! I’ll dismiss you guys early since you have to do this.” She handed the note to them before running off. “Good luck guys! Say hi to Juzo-kun for me!”

“I vote Hajime as representative!” Kaz said without hesitation.

“I agree!” The gamer raised her arm in the air.

“*sigh* We’re supposed to share the burden, yknow?” Scratching his head.

“We do, me and Chiaki planned it and now you execute.” He grinned.

“Fine, let’s go before it gets any darker.” He let it go.

[-x-]

The trio was outside the big door that led to the office. Hajime’s palms were sweating. He’s never actually had a conversation with the most important person in the Academy. To make it worse, it was him asking a favor. Which bumps up the pressure levels to hydrogen bomb levels. This is why he always lets things come to him instead of confronting much of his problems.

“Have you guys even thought of which appliance store we’re going to?” He asked as a distraction.

“Uhh, hehe…” Kaz laughed off.

“I’ll look for the nearest one while you guys deal with people.” Chiaki pulled out her phone and began searching.

“We should start mapping stuff out a week beforehand instead of doing it all at once.”

“But this is for our safety!” His shark toothed friend countered.

“We can just cancel class y’know?” He smartly proposed.

“We both know that our teacher will never let us skip class. Not even for this.” They patted each other's shoulders.

“Alright. Alright. Here goes nothing.” He pushed the door open, revealing two people inside. One was the dean himself and the other was Kizakura, laying down on the couch dead.

An imposing aura of the principal flooded the room which contrasted heavily with the unkempt nature of the scout. Hajime wanted to laugh but also not piss his pants. It wasn’t a feeling he ever envisioned himself having.

“You kids know that you need an appointment to meet me right?” A glare came their way. Chiaki was staring at her screen, completely distracted. “Not to mention the fact that you all just came busting in, not very respectful of you three. I might’ve heard you out too.”

“Oh foreal?!” The pink haired mechanic was disheartened. “Well, shit. All my plans fell to shit then. Okay, let’s break the news to Sensei. She should sti-”

He got interrupted by echoes of laughing. “I was kidding.” It lightened the mood significantly. “Sorry for scaring you guys, I needed a laugh myself after all the stress I had to deal with today.”

“Sheesh, you had us scared there Kirigiri-kocho.” Hajime breathed a sigh of relief.

“Sorry about that, guys.” Placing his hand on his chest. “So, what do the reps of 77-B want from good ol’ me?” He welcomed them.

“Yeah uh, I’m pretty sure you heard about our situation with the A/C being broken and us being scorched to death right?” The bartender started.

“I also know about the explosion in the kitchen and many other things.” The brunet flinched at the remark but the dean kept smiling. “Your class is quite infamous for the ruckus it’s generating around the academy.”

“Figured.” He awkwardly laughed.

“Since all the extra classrooms have been taken up by the Research Labs, you can’t relocate either.” The principal added. “In addition, the hallways themselves aren’t connected to the main ventilation.”

‘Shit, we didn’t even think of doing that… I won’t mention it though.’

“What do the brilliant minds of Hope’s Peak students suggest?”

“I'll keep it brief.”

“I wouldn’t wanna ask for the details regardless since I wouldn’t even get the engineering jargon.” He noted.

“Kaz here can build an A/C system that’s theoretically 77-B proof. We need your permission to buy it and the protective layers on the school’s tab since teenagers like us can’t afford it. And also we need to borrow one of your staff members to carry it for us because we don’t have a car to drive.”

“Hmm, not bad I suppose.” He nodded. “It’s worth a shot since I don’t want any of my students to have a stroke. I’ll trust you all to not destroy the school while fixing it.”

“Perfect. Thank you, Kirigiri-kocho.” Hajime bowed.

“Thanks!” Kaz did so as well.

“Thank you.” Chiaki said softly while bowing.

“Here’s my card.” He handed them a silver plated sleek card. “Don’t buy anything aside from what you need. You will be suspended if I see any unnecessary purchase, okay? And most of all, don’t lose it. As for the staff members, I assume your teacher recommended her former classmate?”

“We didn't know about the old classmate part but yeah she did.” He admitted.

“Sakakura-kun should be in the laundry room right now. He had an accident this morning involving paint. Hurry though, he’ll be leaving in a few minutes from now. Any questions before you leave?”

“No sir, no!.” The mechanic saluted.

“Alright, off you go.” He shooed them away.

[-x-]

“Any updates on the nearest one, Chiaki?” Hajime looked over the girl’s shoulder.

“Yep! There’s one about seven minutes from the front entrance.” She showed him the directions on the map.

“Alright, perfect.” He nodded. “I’m just gonna assume that I’m also nominated to speak to the security guy?”

“Aye aye.” The pink haired boy saluted again.

“Again, why do I have to do difficult talks?”

“It shouldn’t be that hard to convince him.” Chiaki said. “We have Yukizome-sensei’s and Kirigiri-kocho’s accounts. He’s pretty much obligated to say yes.”

“You’re not wrong…” He agreed. “Since we’re near the dorm rooms, you guys can change to your casual fits while I talk to the guy. Just make it quick so you don’t piss him off. I can tell I don’t wanna be decked by the Ultimate fuckin’ Boxer.”

Chapter Text

As the other two walked towards their dorm rooms, Hajime took some time to observe his perhaps future quarters. At this point, he has to get one. Waking up early for class was too taxing.

‘I’ll meet up with the secretary tomorrow...’ He added to his to-do list on his E-Handbook but quickly erased it. ‘NO! I have to stay with my dad, I just can’t leave that man alone.’

He was still torn on committing. His father has yet to prove himself that he can handle the chores around the apartment and not abuse his alcohol intake. That’s going to take a lot of convincing from Tatsuya’s part because Hajime will not budge if even a hint of regression comes out. It still was very enticing to live in the building of his own school.

As the map displayed, it is a U-shaped hallway. There were several doors with pixelated icons of the residents. Picking out a couple that he recognized. Koizumi’s and Nidai’s were close to the hallway entrance. The majority though, he’s only passed by in the school’s corridors or never seen before.

All the rooms on the first floor were occupied for obvious reasons. They all didn’t want to go up to their dorms and then down again then up to their classes since it’s an annexed portion of the building. Sadly, the majority of the dorms were in the annex zone and not the main building.

As picky as Hope’s Peak was in choosing their students, they still had a bit more than a hundred Ultimates in attendance. Most of them didn’t live in Tokyo like he did so they needed a place to stay. And who would reject a rent free room with free electricity, water and food from the cafeteria?

There were the old dormitory buildings in the campus but they discontinued them and were in the middle of renovating the area. He heard a rumor about them making more Research Labs and making multiple floors in the new building as dormitories.

‘It shouldn’t even scratch their budget. They’re literally making a skyscraper for school.’

Though, he did wonder… Why now? Why make a Reserve Course? And how did they set it up so quickly? Wasn’t the point of Hope’s Peak to have the leading minds of the future generation and to refine their talents? Not to make an overpriced sellout sub-section.

He’ll think about this another time. Right now, he has a job to do. A job he wouldn’t want to do but a job nonetheless.

The rumbling of the washers can be heard from the other side of the door. He approached the laundry room indicated on his E-Handbook. Time passed by incredibly slowly as he put his hands on the hardwood. He was not prepared.

‘Pray for me guys…’

Trying his hardest to calm his nerves, the brunet slapped himself and entered.

Surveying the area, he saw the entire left wall covered in washing machines. The other side was filled with nothing but dryers. There were hangers attached to the ceiling with clothing items dangling freely. In the middle was a big white table and a few chairs, in case someone wanted to stay. Magazines were scattered throughout.

There was Sakakura sitting with his feet up on the table. The green haired man raised an eyebrow but didn’t engage in conversation. He can tell that the boxer was gauging him out.

The Head Security finally dismissed the bartender and closed his eyes. Hajime sort of felt relieved that Sakakura didn’t see him as a threat, sleeping with one eye open and all that. Or, he believed that the lanky teenager couldn’t even scratch him. Either way, it made it easier to open conversation.

‘So, I guess I gotta be the one to start this.’ His palms were sweating. ‘ For fuck sakes, where’s my cynical ballsiness when I need it.’ He internally sighed and bit his lips.

“So uhh, we’ve met before haven’t we.” A harmless start, leading the man into the topic he wanted.

“Yeah, you’re that pipsqueak that Zane-senpai hired.” Responding, still with his lids closed.

“Yeah but how come you didn’t question it? A bar ain’t for teenagers like me.” An honest question he wanted an answer for.

“Must’ve had a reason, I don’t really question the decisions of these types of women. You can never sway them anyways. You were probably even younger when she took you under her wing.” He finally opened his eyes and stared with jurisdiction.

“About that… u-uh…” The bartender couldn’t say much.

“Don’t worry, I won’t contact the cops.” The boxer backed up. “She has a soft spot for people in need so I guess she just lent a hand. I’m not about to ruin that for both of you.”

“She does have a good heart.” He nodded.

“But if you wanna know my real reason… I’m not gonna do anything that pisses her off. And you being her employee means I can’t fuckin’ touch you. It’s not like I wanna tussle with that monster anyways.”

‘Even after years of working for her, I still don’t know jack shit about her past.’ He internalized ‘What the hell has she done in Hope’s Peak?’

“You’re saying you never beat her in a fight?” He blurted out without thinking. ‘WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU SAY THAT?!’

A vein popped, the boxer remained in place. “Look kid, wanna actually tell me why you’re here? I know damn well you don’t have a dorm. There’s no good reason for you to be in the laundry room so you actively came to see me.”

‘HOLY SHIT, THAT WAS CLOSE!’ Wiping his forehead sweat. “U-uh, we need your help. Me, the gamer chick and the simp mechanic.”

“The hell do you need my help for? Your class is stacked enough that it can solve any problems you have. I’m pretty sure you can just ask any of them.”

“That's the problem, I can’t. They’d just destroy the place if I brought them there.” He can already visualize Owari parkouring over the appliances and denting the racks, Saionji intentionally scratching the merchandise or worst of all, Komaeda sending a car careening towards the store. “We just need you to carry an air conditioner back from the store.”

“Are you fuckin’ serious? You need me for that?” Sakakura looked disrespected. “You could've just asked any other teacher, even yours… Hell, you can even bring a dolly. Get the fuck out, don’t waste my time.” His face oozed with disgust and anger.

‘This ain’t goin as smoothly as I’d hoped.’ He sighed. ‘To be fair, this is nonsensical to an outsider. But he did go to this school so there’s hope.’

“You attended Hope’s Peak, I’m pretty sure you know how batshit things get. Especially if the classes are as close as mine.”

“Again, just use a fucking dolly.”

“We can’t use a dolly cuz it's too heavy. We need a forklift and where would we even get that? Or, a person strong enough to carry it. Given that you’re an Ultimate, you can definitely do it.” He snapped his finger. “And oh, we have tonight as a time limit.”

“Fuck no.”

“I’m just following Kaz on this.” He shrugged. “But he said it would be too heavy for any normal person to carry.”

“And in what fuckin’ dimension will you think I’ll say yes?” The man asked. “I got actual responsibilities to do.”

“Then what are you doing lounging in the laundry room, Head Security?” Hajime snuck under his breath.

“I already asked Kirigiri-kocho, he said I can borrow you.” He fired his rebuttal.

“Oh fuck sakes, so he’s in this too… That bastard loves making me do shit I don’t wanna, doesn’t he?” Scratching his head. “Lemme guess, Chisa is in on this too?”

“Yep. We made sure that you won’t say no.” The bartender grinned, finally getting through.

“Of course you did.” He clicked his tongue. “And you're going alone with me?”

“Nah. ‘That’s suicide.’ I’m bringing the mechanic.” Hinata answered.

“The one that smells like oil? Soda?”

“Yep, hard to name another person who does. The gamer girl is also coming because… I don’t know actually.”

‘Why does she want to come?’ He asked himself. ‘She can just rest if she wants.’

“Nanami yeah, she’s prolly just coming because you two are going.” Sakakura nodded. “She doesn’t want to be left out as a rep.”

“How come you know us so much?”

“The Headmaster told me to watch out for your class and to question you three first when another scene happens since you’re the reps. And that Chisa has a daughter complex going on with the chick.”

“Ah.” The brunet grimaced. “Since you know them, I don’t think I have to introduce myself.”

“Yes, Hajime Hinata…The blandest names combined together.” The man yawned.

“Okay then. I’ve heard that comment at least thousand times.” He mentioned.

“Just had to say it.” He shrugged. “Can’t blame me. Couldn’t your parents think of a better name?”

Was he testing him? The man in front kept trying to agitate him. For what?

“Why are you even- can we go back on topic?” He looked up in annoyance. “We need to get it before closing time.”

Honestly speaking, he was just happy that he could talk with the guy normally. The air of mystery already dissipated.

“Alright, alright.” Sakakura’s chair screeched as he got up. “Hinata.”

“Hm?” He turned to face the man.

“Don’t ever fuckin’ do this again.” The air suddenly froze.

That came out of nowhere.

“D-Do what…?” His body couldn’t move. All his pores went into overdrive.

“Boss me around. I could not give less of a fuck that you’re an Ultimate or that the Kirigiri sent you here. I don’t care, I will pulverize you to dust, ant.” He cracked his knuckles and gritted his teeth.

‘WHERE DID THIS COME FROM?!’

“I-I didn’t do shit though.” He uttered, mustering his quivering confidence.

Sakakura’s face darkened. He approached the boy and lifted him up by his collar. “Commanding me made you cross the line. You are really fuckin’ lucky Chisa cares. Cuz you are not fucking important to me.”

He steeled himself. “T-There’s even less reason for you to touch me. Zane-san will make sure you pay if you do.” He remembered Sakakura mentioning that while gripping the man’s bulky calloused hands. “And I-I know damn well I won’t take this shit lying down.”

“Oh yeah, fuck are you gonna do to me, ant?” He tightened the hold, giving even less breathing space.

Time seemed to pass slower and slower by the second. But Hajime won’t let up, he might get hurt but that’s the most that’ll happen. The man in front of him won’t and can’t do anything more. That was the mantra he echoed inside his head. Repeating it over and over and over again till he finally believed it and faced his threat.

Plus, it's not like he wasn’t used to being beat up.

“I m-might only be a bartender, but I have h-high end connections! That part of my job doesn’t c-come from nowhere.” Hajime dug his nails in the man’s hand.

“So you’re using other people to get at me.” He spat at the ground and readying his arm. “Typical pussy move.”

“I don’t care! People will hunt you down.” He glared with his full will. “Nothing will stop them. Not even Hope’s Peak.”

His bartending were treasured by those people enough that they would seek out revenge. He didn’t like resorting to that option but it wasn’t like he can do much in head to head combat. He’s only a bartender that has a few self defense strategies taught to him.

He was prepared to take the hit. The results will either be a bruised face or him knocked out cold. Hinata didn’t even think to try the neck chop, the boxer would either block it or not even affect him with all those muscles. And have mercy on his soul when the man gives him payback for that.

However, he had one more card up his sleeve.

Hajime bore his eyes into the boxer’s. “I can always take you down with one sip.” A final response. “You won’t even notice what happened.”

“...”

“...”

A long moment passed where nothing but silence drowned the surroundings. Both looking at nothing but at each other’s glares. Hajime saw Sakakura’s face lighten up.

His ass was dropped to the floor.

“You got balls, kid.” Sakakura patted the boy on the back and left the room.

“...” Hajime just gulped and blinked. “...what the fuck…” That was all he could muster before laying on his back and hyperventilating.

[-x-]

“Hajime, are you okay?” Chiaki voiced her concern.

They only got out of the school gates and the gamer noticed the bartender was unusually quiet and looking distant.

As much as he wanted to tell his friends, there were reasons why couldn’t yet. One, Sakakura, was present with them. Two, he needed to digest what wacky shit recently happened. Three, they won’t believe him. Four, he doesn't feel like they're close enough as a group to disclose him being almost beat up.

Hell, this was probably their second hangout aside from school, and even that’s iffy given this was for their classroom. In time, he would warm up to them and vice versa. They were good people with obvious flaws and so did he.

It was pretty hard to open up to complete strangers, he got lucky his Boss even accepted him. Just being questioned sucks, being put on the spot and laying yourself bare was worse.

Plus, no one there is the Ultimate Counselor to pry anyone open with delicacy and finesse. His job was to make customers feel comfortable in a safe environment, an outlet for their stressful lives. Counselors try to promote mental health improvement and improve coping mechanisms, not give out booze to cope.

He should plan more hang outs with them. Yukizome-sensei would be very ecstatic to learn about their bonding outside of school hours. It was summer so he can probably cook up something over the weekends since his work is overnight. Coffee will see him through.

He’d probably have to ask them in advance since Chiaki has a streaming schedule and Kaz has a project he has to finish. It has to be a Saturday given that he always wants his Sunday downtime. ‘Where?’ is the only question now.

He’ll make it work.

“Yeah dude, you look like you pissed yourself.” The mechanic snickered.

‘I ALMOST DID, YOU ASS! I HAD JUST HAD A NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE!’

“I’m cool, just a bit tired from last night.” Putting up a front but giving them a hint afterwards. “Thinking about some stuff too.”

“Like what?” The girl was certainly interested if she looked up from her game.

“How this is a story all about how my life got flipped-turned upside down.” He quoted in dicey English.

“Huh?” The other two were confused.

“A show from America. Doesn’t really matter much.” He waved off and redirected the conversation. “What took you both so long? I swear I was with Sakakura for fifteen minutes.”

“Yeah, we saw your chat spams.” The mechanic showed the chat logs.

“I needed to find my other GameGirl, the one that had my save file for MoonFalcon.” Waving the mentioned item around. “It was deep inside my closet so it took me a bit to find.”

“I was in the bathroom.” Kaz offhandedly detailed. “It was pretty hard to focus so I put it on mute the moment you sent the third message.”

“I was gonna say… I should’ve had one of you to back me up with that guy.” He whispered. “Guy’s fuckin’ scary.”

“Hell no, I ain’t gettin’ near that guy if I don’t have to.” Kaz shut him down.

“...I’ll try to be with you next time then.” She got up to his face and assured him innocently with a smile.

The proximity made him blush beet red. He stopped walking, making the girl confused.

“Huh? Did I do something wrong?” She asked, turning her head sideways. He needed to do something about her nonexistent personal space awareness, otherwise, this would get awkward real quick.

“N-No, don’t worry. It’s fine.” He looked away. The mechanic grinned heavily and nudged him.

“Growing your harem huh?” He whispered so only the bartender could hear.

“Shut up!”

[-x-]

At the store, they are now searching for the right product that the mechanic approves.

“Not this one… no, not that. Definitely not this one, that shit is hot garbage.” He mumbled to himself.

“I thought you knew which one it was.” Hajime remarked.

“Nope, I just know that one of them is here.” Kaz responded. “I saw someone on a forum say it was in this store. Luckily enough, it was the store Chiaki chose. It might not even be in the viewing section. Maybe I gotta ask someone…”

It’s been a good ten minutes since they’ve entered and nothing has come to pass. It’s just been following the guy without anything else to do. Or at least for Hajime and the buff security guard that was currently losing his patience. Chiaki had her trusty GameGirl, to which he’s surprised had a battery life that can handle her extreme use.

“Just make it quick, we don’t have much time.” The bartender pointed at his Handbook’s clock. “We gotta build this too y'know? I want some time to sleep for tomorrow.”

“Alright alright…” He went off to ask an employee.

He directed his attention to the only other person he can talk to. Or he just didn’t want to be forced to talk to the guy that almost beat him to a pulp.

“How long does that battery last, Chiaki? I don’t even think my old one lasted more than four hours. And you definitely didn’t have time to charge it.”

“It can run for 80 hours. I have a custom built GameGirl with five thousand milliamps inside instead of AA batteries.” She closed her portable console. “It doesn’t take much battery to run in the first place.”

“That’s more than my phone, damn. I’m guessing you had Kaz build it in?”

“No, I actually had this installed by a third party I met one day. She seemed really enthusiastic about certain other features that she wanted to add.” Tapping her finger on her chin.

“Like?”

“Button prompts to make the thing excessively vibrate, internet access only to explicit websites, weird sound effects from button presses, the sorts.” Numerating with her fingers.

“What do you mean ‘the sorts’? Who the hell adds those things on a kid’s console?!” He was in a state of shock and awe of the boldness of that person.

“Her I guess, I just politely declined.” Chiaki shrugged. “She seemed so disappointed that I kinda wanted her to go through with it. I don’t think it would’ve helped my runs though…” She shook her head naively.

“Ah-” His eyes were about to burst. “Are there any other features that don’t include explicit content?”

“Um, not much. She installed an OLED screen, made the buttons mechanical instead of her preferred one and then installed a nearly unbreakable frame.”

“But she didn’t add additional storage?” He questioned the lack of feature

“She said she would have to make a custom one and that would take a while.” The gamer responded. “But I wanted it as soon as possible so she just installed what she already had.”

“That still prolly costs a lot for commission.”

“No, actually. She didn’t charge me at all. She said it was payback for spending time grinding with her. Though she did look weird when she said those words.” Her innocent eyes thought back on it.

“A-Ahem.” He tried ignoring the remark. “That's still nice of her. She definitely spent a pretty penny for you.”

“She said not to worry about it when I brought it up. Her parents can pay for it.” She brought up. “Her house was really big and she had an entire garage for herself to tinker in.”

“Where do you even meet these people?” Not being able to relate to weirdos or rich people.

“I met her in a tournament a year ago. She got kicked out for using modded controllers when she fought me.” The gamer recalled. “I barely beat her, and she asked me to keep contact so she can upgrade my devices and help her grind.”

“Holy shit, you still beat her after all that cheating? Goddamn, no wonder you got scouted.” Hajime nodded in encouragement.

“To be honest, I really don't feel like I deserve the recognition I’m getting.” She fidgeted with her skirt.” I just like playing games and I’m above average. I don’t think I should be in Hope’s Peak for something so silly as video games.”

“I mean, this is coming from a guy that’s only good at making drinks. I think that you should think of this as a big opportunity instead of something you don’t deserve.” He gave a suggestion.

“Huh?” She glanced with her confused gaze.

“Like, if you feel like your spot here isn't merited. Which it is, mind you. Why not make the best of it and push yourself to the standard that you think you should be in?”

“It's the talent itself that shouldn’t even be considered in the first place...” Chiaki sank into her pessimism and bit her bottom lip.

“Talent is overrated, it’s not all that matters. If they only picked the ‘useful’ talents, I shouldn’t even be here. What? I make drinks, what would that even do for the grand status of society? Jack shit lemme tell you.”

“B-But-” The bartender flicked her forehead.

“Lemme finish.” He coughed. “Our talents, be it something practical or a hobby, it’s still the skills we’re ingrained with, nothing we can do will change that. We’ve been chosen to represent the field and lead everyone else to higher heights. We can’t chicken out now, we have to bear responsibility.”

“...E-Even so, my spot could’ve been used by someone else.” Still stuck in that mindset.

“You shouldn’t think of yourself that low. Our spots are here to stay, if those people didn’t get scouted, it simply means they aren’t the best yet. Their time will come, but ours is now. We can’t falter or you're proving the school that they chose wrong. And trust me, they didn’t.”

He didn’t believe those words himself, however, he needed to put up a strong front if he wanted to drag her back up from the sea of self doubt. Pushing her to the surface while staying at the ocean floor, it’s what he does best.

He helps them overcome things or let them air out whatever they need to in a safe space. Typically adults but it was easier with people his own age since he can relate to their struggles of growth. Hajime doesn’t need help, the others do. So, he should focus on them instead since that was why he was branded an Ultimate right? To bring others up? That was his talent after all.

“O-Okay, I’ll try, Hajime-kun.” A reluctant smile fell on her face.

“Good.” He nodded. “Visit the bar sometimes if you feel this way, I’ll make you something on the house. The atmosphere there is certainly more inviting than an appliance store.” He joked to lighten the tension.

“T-Thank you.”

He patted her head in response as she blushed.

“Hate to break your alone time here.” Sakakura-san called out. “But we lost the mechanic.”

“O-Oh shit.” He got too lost in conversation. “I’ll call him.”

He tapped Kaz’s number on the phone app. “He better pick up, I’m not gonna start searching for him in this maze.”

*Ring* *Ring*

‘The person is unavailable at the moment. Please try again later.” The caller-bot responded.

“Bruh.” He pocketed his phone. “He didn’t pick up. You guys just wanna wait at the register?”

“No, how is he supposed to even get there with the thing? Find him so I can get back to actual work.” Sakakura responded.

“You’re gonna help too right?” Hajime questioned.

“No. I came here for one reason and that’s not babysitting you kids.” He had his own E-Handbook up ever since they set foot, simply tapping away without paying much attention to the kids he was responsible for.

“But that means you can’t get back as soon as possible.” He figured the man was simply lazy and reasoned with him.

“*Tsk*, fine.” The green haired man closed whatever he was doing. “Alright, let's find this punk. Hinata, you go to the kitchen area. Nanami, go to the TV section. I’ll check over at the laundry. It shouldn’t take long.”

The three of them split up towards their respective directions.

[-x-]

And the boxer was right.

Kaz was having a conversation with people he didn’t recognize. Though, from the looks of it, it didn’t look like his friend was having a good time. The closer he got, the more he heard and the more he understood what was going on.

“Haha! See? You’re still a pussy, Bakuichi.” One of the three punk tryhards slapped Kaz’s face.

“No, I-I’m not!” He yelled back, putting his hands up to block incoming shots.

“Then, fight back!” This time stepping on the mechanic’s white sneakers.

“A-AH-” One of the other two nameless bullies covered his mouth.

“Ah, ah, ah. We don’t want you alerting anyone and spoiling the fun.” He pulled on his friend’s hair. “This is what you deserve for making us feel like shit!” Punching the boy in the gut and letting go.

At this point, Hajime wanted to enter the ring and help his friend out. But, what can he even do against three people that have probably fought most their teenage lives? Kaz would yell at him to stay out of it. So, he hesitated until he thought of something.

“How the fuck did you even get in Hope’s Peak?” The last one demanded as Kaz sank to the floor, helpless.

“The way you just started avoiding us. Is that why? Once you got your acceptance letter, you thought you were outta there?” The first one crouched to meet his eye. “You think you’re better than us? You think we would just let you stomp all over us? You think we would forget?”

“N-No…” The mechanic hopelessly answered.

“Good. Stay down.” He grunted.

“I knew I recognized that hair when I saw it crossing the street.” The guy chuckled, stepping on Kaz’s head. “I see you’re still trying to act tough… still trying to look cool in front of girls. You haven’t changed one bit. You were the hottest shit in middle school and high school, the fuck made you fall off this hard?”

“N-Nggh…” Massaging his newly bruised abdomen.

“That’s where the problem comes from.” He cracked his knuckles. “How did you get in? The fucking loser you are, how?”

“Just because you can fix a car engine, you got in?” The other one dismissed his friend’s whole talent. “That’s fucking bullshit. Even the dumbest fucks should get a letter then. The hell was Hope’s Peak thinking?”

At this point, Hajime was sure his palms were bleeding from balling his hands. He’s going to step up if they lay another hand. He didn’t care, as long as the outcome was Kaz getting the hell out of there.

“Are you still trying to hit on girls that are way above your level?” Another cut. “Any blondies? Fuckin’ creep.”

“How about friends? I bet you didn’t even make a single one.” A slash. “I can already see all your classmates avoiding you, freak.”

“If you're failing life this hard, maybe you should follow your alcoholic dad’s footsteps.” All three snickered. “Join him in the fun y'know?”

That made the mechanic finally snap and slowly got up to punch his old classmate. However, he was kicked in the back by one of the guys behind him. The mechanic fell to the floor once more. The crouched guy was winding up his arms. “Didn’t I tell you to stay down?”

Hinata prepared himself to run a full sprint when a green blur passed him and stopped the hand from ever being hurled. A gust of wind blew on all the boys present.

“The hell do you think you’re doing to him?” Sakakura now in full display towered over the teenagers. Face full of contempt and compressed anger.

“Nothin’ that’s got to do with you old man!” He tried punching the boxer with his other hand but failed to even make him flinch. “The fuck?” Baffled by the unflinched man.

“You call that shit a punch?” He stood his ground, gripping harder, making the boy writhe in pain.

“Gah!”

'Scary…'

That was the cue for the other two to hop in. One kicked him in the shin, the other threw a hook to his cheek. Still, unmoved and unbothered.

“Pathetic. You ants should know your place! ” He lifted the one he held and flailed him towards the other kids. With that swift move, the three of them were all lying down on the floor.

‘Thank fuck he stopped earlier… that could’ve been me…’

“Y-You, Y-You just assaulted a m-minor!” One of the cowards called out. “We’ll call the police and your ass is dead!”

“Like they’re gonna dare touch me.” He stomped the floor and created a rumble around them. “They know they can’t do shit to anyone associated with Hope’s Peak.

He stepped forwards. “You worthless ants on the other hand…” He hit both his fists together, making a boom. “They won’t give a shit about you.”

An aura of fear inundated the area as the three sweat dropped like hell. “W-Well, fuck you!” The ringleader cursed. They got up as soon as they could and scrammed.

That was a sight to see. A complete shutdown from a former Ultimate. Dominating the scene with his strength and authority. No wonder Hope’s Peak chose this guy to be their main security detail. The man can punch through concrete and dent the densest metals.

That fact made his confrontation earlier a harder pill to swallow. He could be uppercutted to the stratosphere. But at least he chose to stay his ground and end up okay compared to those cowards that were definitely bruised up somewhere.

Once they were out of sight, Hajime finally decided to run towards his friend. He helped lift his friend up by his shoulder. “Are you okay, Kaz?”

“I-I don't know anymore…” His eyes, soulless. His mental state shattered from the encounter.

“I’ll message Tsumiki to give you a patch up.” He was about to pull up his E-Handbook before the mechanic gripped his hand.

“No, y-you don’t need to do that.” Unlacing the bartender’s arm.

“Yes we do, you’re not shrugging those hits off.” He stated with authority.

“T-They can’t know about this…” The pink haired boy aggressively shook his head. “I’ll be fine.”

Sakakura looked around. There weren't any cameras directed at them. Good, no need for cleanup. The man dusted his pants and uncrumpled his coat.

“Wanna explain who those were, Soda?” The boxer didn’t mince words.

“M-My old f-friends…” His shaking hands were clasped together.

“Them?” Hajime asked. “You guys had a bad falling out?”

“Y-Yeah… It’s m-my fault anyways…” Eyes closed, preventing the dam from spilling.

It was hard to see his upbeat friend down in the dumps. A wilted flower. Hajime wanted to get back at those guys but he knew that wouldn’t help his friend, it would only make the tensions worse and provoke more intense confrontations.

Fuck did it hurt to not be able to prevent it, but he’ll help his friend heal. No matter what, he’ll show him that he’s there. Even if they’ve only known each other for weeks, he wasn’t his Soul Brother without a reason.

“How is it your fault? You can never have a reason to bully someone.” He countered.

“I-I tossed them to the side after I got my l-letter.” His body was shivering. “They h-had every right to…”

“Don’t let those guys bog you down like that.” He reasoned. “It wasn’t your fault for disconnecting with the bad types. You’re not worthless.”

“T-They’re fuckin’ right though, I am worthless. I can never get shit done! All I do is fuck up every step of the way!” The mechanic slammed the floor over and over, tears were nearly escaping his eyes.

“Burying yourself in shame isn’t going to help. They only did that because they’re jealous. They’re jealous you made it and not them.” The bartender argued. “You can never miss an opportunity as big as Hope’s Peak.”

“I-I left them in the d-dust! They were my brothers!” He rebutted, gritting his teeth and grinding them down.

“No brother would do that because their brother succeeded!” He held the mechanic on his right shoulder. “They would’ve been proud that you made it and supported you!”

“Hajime-kun is right!” Chiaki yelled from afar, running towards them and arriving at the site. She apparently got the gist of the situation. “If they were your friends, they would never do something like this.”

“There's a reason why I barely leave the school area…” He said in a hushed tone.

“Because you wanted to bury your shame as deep as you can.” Still holding the mechanic’s shoulder. “I’m here to tell you that there’s nothing to feel guilty about.”

“There is when you p-promised them you would be there f-forever!” He yelled brokenly.

“But no one would beat their friend up in the first place.” She mentioned. “That is not what a friend does, they support each other no matter what! Even if they’re out of reach, you never stop supporting them!”

“Even if you hurt your friends, why would they return the hurt tenfold? They have to try and mend things. Not cut them off completely!” Hajime added on.

“Hurting your friend is just downright awful.” She laid her hand on her heart. “No one should resort to that. Violence can never be the answer. There’s always another way, even if you feel trapped inside your own head.”

“Y-You guys don’t get it…” Wiping his misty eyes with his sleeve.

“We might not.” The bartender gripped harder. “But, we can certainly say that our friend is hurt and we don’t really want that.”

“H-Huh?” He was baffled by the declaration. Hajime’s called him his friend before but it never rang as deep as this time. It wasn’t out of nowhere like Kaz’s ‘soul bro’ proclamation. This was reaching out. A time for him to prove himself.

“Kazuichi-kun, if those people don’t want you as their friend.” She held his other shoulder gently. “We can be your friends instead.”

“We won’t do anything like they pulled today.” Hajime smiled and went in for a hug. Chiaki followed suit.

And the dam finally collapsed.

“I-I’m sorry you guys had to see me like this…” He said in a hushed tone, audible enough to be heard.

Nothing was said after. They bought the item and went back.

Sakakura stayed quiet and observed the confrontation with a glint in his eye.

[-x-]

“Okay, I’ll leave this here. You guys handle the rest.” The man laid the A/C on the platform Kaz commissioned from the Ultimate Blacksmith earlier outside their empty classroom. The sheets of metal were laid out on the floor. He apparently finished everything in an hour after the commission. Really impressive even by Ultimate standards. The sheets themselves look sleek, no weird edges, perfectly cut.

The walk back was nothing but silence. A comfortable but awkward silence, he didn’t know how to describe it. A new chapter of their friendship was being written and he liked the direction of it. Opening up was going to be easier on his planned outing now. At least for Kaz.

“Hinata, you. With me.” He pointed towards the door. “Let’s walk.”

“What? Why?” The man’s intrusiveness was getting to him. He didn’t want to have to leave.

“Because I told you so.” He huffed and opened the door.

He supposed he had no choice. Hajime looked towards Chiaki and nodded. He can trust her on this. She steeled herself and nodded back. Kaz was sat down on his desk with his head down. Nothing he can do for now. So he followed the man out and closed the door.

The hallways were dimly lit since most students already retired to their dorms. It was about eight at night. Not many teachers were roaming around campus. A few were certainly hanging around their own labs and facilities but no one was seen loitering with their friends.

They began walking the hall away from the stairs. Both not looking at each other. Hajime supposes he should use this opportunity to interrogate Sakakura on why he wanted to beat him up.

“How often does dumb shit happen in your class?” Sakakura commenced.

“Why do you ask?” A raised eyebrow. “I’m pretty sure you know the answer to that already, Head Security.”

“To see if Chisa can handle you guys.” The boxer looked thoughtful.

“Aw, big muscular guy has a soft spot. Yukizome-sensei wasn’t all wrong then.’ The bartender remembered her calling him a ‘sweetheart’, which was a kind of lie but he was sure she didn’t mean anything malicious. He was still wary around him for good reason.

“More or less. It can get worse than this, trust me. I haven’t had a boring or ‘normal’ day since Yukizome-sensei dragged me from my own apartment.” The moonlight shining through the windows.

“Yeah, I get that. Some of these bastards don’t know much etiquette or common sense.” He nodded. “Chisa used to be the craziest girl in school since your boss got in. She was pretty unmatched in chaotic energy.”

“So, sensei was more of a nut back then. Thank god she mellowed out then.” He shivered from the visualization.

“You better be. There were days where she destroyed the entire garden to look for a ladybug she wanted to add in her bug jar.”

“That’s a bit oxymoronic, she tore down the school to look for an insect you can barely notice with your naked eye?”

“Yes. I still wonder to this day why the Headmaster would even accept her job offer. I get that she’s an ex Ultimate but they didn’t even double take. It’s like they didn’t look at her past.”

“As much as I hate waking up early in the morning to go to class, I can’t not admit it hasn’t done me or the class any good. Even if she uses unorthodox methods, she’s good at what she does and I’m happy she got the job.”

Only a few weeks have gone by but he can feel all their bonds strengthening because of her guidance. Him, Chiaki and Kaz have been shouldering the class with their loose leadership with Yukizome-sensei’s strong hold on the class.

“She was all about connections and wacky bonding moments, even back then.” The man hummed. “Luckily enough, we had someone to rein us in reality so there was always a balance.”

“Speaking of wacky shit, I’m pretty sure she knew we would have destroyed the kitchen at one point.” He recalled. “Why didn’t she stop us? That probably cost a lot of students their lunches.”

“She figured it’d be a good experience for you guys.” He looked nostalgic. “She can have tunnel vision if she wants to make some bonding moments.”

“But that ended up not working in the end.” They turned and approached the staircases towards the fourth floor.

“It did and she knows that.” He shook his head. “She knows your class learns more from experiencing rather than teaching. Even the Headmaster doesn’t mind it, it’ll only take a few days to repair.”

“You Ultimates are so weird…” Hajime scratched his temple. “How can you just let go of a whole class blowing up a kitchen?”

“Because this school accommodates the most oddball students you can imagine.” They stepped foot on the stairwell, starting the climb. “The school has had worse antagonistic students, you don’t even know.”

“Like who?”

“I heard a rumor that the oldest Hope’s Peak building was destroyed by an ex Ultimate. So they built the new one and it’s the one we're currently standing on.”

“What the hell?” His mouth was agape.

“That happened a century ago.” They arrived on the next floor and stopped. “Like I told you, the school doesn’t care about anything but talent and the ones that have them.”

“Why don’t we have a psychological test to see if someone is mentally stable enough to not destroy private property?” He suggested. “I feel like it’s dumb to just let people roam around without restraint.”

“Because 80% of the students wouldn’t pass. I can safely say I wouldn’t have too.” Sakakura answered bluntly.

“Can I ask why?” Hajime raised an eyebrow.

“No.” A firm response.

‘Sensitive topic, got it.’

“Back in the laundry room.” The boxer thought back.

‘Here we go…’ He breathed heavily. ‘Moment of truth.’

“Yeah?”

“I tried to intimidate you. Worked a lil’ bit before you decided it was time to grow a pair.” The green haired man pointed out.

“I was still wondering why? You did that shit outta nowhere.” He asked the question that has been eating at him since. “I coulda had a heart attack!”

“Because if I somehow disappear, I wanna be able to trust someone to defend Chisa.”

“H-How would you even disappear…?” It sounded ridiculous, how would you get rid of someone that can punch through boulders with ease. It sounded like an excuse.

“Trust me kid, I’m playing with fire right now.” He let the bartender in for a bit. “If I get too close, the only one that I know I can for sure trust is too far away.”

“I think you’re talking to the wrong guy to trust.” Hajime disagreed heavily.

“From what I can tell, you might be wrong.” He looked off towards the end of the corridor.

“I can’t even defend my friend against three punks, how do you suppose I’ll fair if someone threatens her life.” The bartender looked at the back of the boxer.

“You won’t be, but the morale isn’t going to shatter with you and Nanami around. That’s what's important. That Nidai kid can manage to protect you all from physical harm.” His eyes, still distant. “But if a psychological attack happens, you two can make sure no one strays.”

“Who would even threaten a class like us?”

“Kid, as much as Ultimates are revered.” He pocketed his hands. “There are people that are willing to hurt, kidnap, or even kill us.”

“...Why?”

“Being the best simply means you’re on top of everyone who almost made it. Jealousy is one of the strongest emotions.” The Head Security looked scornful. “I’ve seen it firsthand. I’m glad I was there to stop it.”

“...” The bartender didn’t know what to say.

“That’s why we have to have this talk. I can tell Chisa is already attached.” He expressed his observations. “She wouldn’t want any of you to get hurt and she’s willing to get hurt to achieve that.”

“...”

“I can’t stop her from doing that, but what I can do is make sure I have someone I know I can rely on.” He faced Hinata. “And apparently, you’re that person.”

“Why me?” Hajime finally voiced.

“Because you’re going to be the driving force of the class. I can already tell. You, Nanami and even Soda.” He eyed the boy before him. “However, you’re the only one that can pass my test. Nanami and Soda don’t have the heart yet, but they will be with you around.”

“Why are you entrusting me so much?” He was so confused. “You seem like such a lone person.”

“Because, if by some chance she isn’t around. You three can be the pillars when she comes back. That’s what she would want.”

“...”

“She doesn’t need to worry about anything.” The man looked down. “Chisa cares about you all too much, even after such a short time has passed. That’s what we would want.”

“We?”

“Don’t worry about it. All that matters is that you keep at it, making the class bond. It worked wonders for my group. With Chisa, an entire class is not out of reach.” He reached out for a handshake. “Can I trust you?”

“While I am hesitant, I can’t say I don’t care about this class anymore.” Hajime shook the man’s hand firmly. “I have friends that I have to stay with for a long time.”

This part of his life was just starting. A massive growth in bonds will inevitably be in effect, that means he has to somehow gather these contrasting and unique individuals to connect. It was going to be difficult, but, as cheesy as it was to say, with the help of his friends, he has a good feeling about it.

“Thank you.” Sakakura patted his shoulder with his other hand.

“Oh yeah, can you pass this to the Headmaster?” Handing out the card and turning towards the stairs. “I figured you were heading there.”

“I was. And before you leave, Chisa’s prolly gonna announce this soon but next week…” That made him glance at the man one last time. “Every class rep has a meeting with the student council. I dunno how it's gonna work with your class but I think you can figure that out.”

And with that, Juzo Sakakura left.

“Why did I even tell him that?” Hajime heard from the echoes. “I gotta tell Kyosuke about this…”

[-x-x-]

~A Few Minutes Earlier~

Being left alone with Kazuichi-kun was pretty overwhelming. He was in such a state of volatility that she didn’t know what to say in fear of making his mental condition worse. His head was down, nothing else could be heard aside from the heavy breathing and sniffs.

Chiaki knew she had to say something. Something that would help him not overthink and not bury himself in self doubt. Backing up Hajime-kun earlier was much easier than reassuring the mechanic alone, she’ll certainly try to quell some inner boss battle inside his mind.

She wasn’t sure she could do this as well as Hajime-kun, but she had to make an attempt or she was letting her friend fall down the abyss. Chiaki has never done this ever in her life but she steeled herself.

“Kazuichi-kun.” She softly called out. “How are you feeling now?”

“Hella conflicted, lemme tell you…” A gloomy chuckle came out. “It’s been a really weird day.”

“You want to talk about it?” She inquired but backed up. “It’s also fine if you don’t.”

“The talk is unavoidable but I kinda want some time to think.” He finally lifted his head up and faced her. His eyes were puffy and red. The regular grin usually on his face was replaced by a thin line. The exuberance was overpowered by melancholy.

“Should we wait for Hajime-kun before we start building?” Playing around the buttons of her uniform.

“Nah, I wanna distract myself.” The mechanic got up. Looking around the class, he realized that he didn’t have his tools and equipment. So, they needed a pit stop to his Research Lab to get them. “I don’t mind just chatting, though. Let’s go get my tools. We can talk on the way.”

“I’ll message Hajime-kun to stay here when we return.” She typed on her phone and hit send.

“Alright. Let’s go.” Walking side by side together.

They went down the stairs near their classroom and exited the third floor. The usual bustling hallways of Hope’s Peak filled with one of a kind students were quiet. It was uncanny to see the building like this.

Chiaki’s never been out this late in school. After classes, she typically goes back to her dorm to play games till it’s bedtime. Occasionally passing by the cafeteria to get a snack or a rare dinner. She doesn’t see much of her classmates either, simply boiling down to the infrequent encounters like Hanamura-kun preparing breakfast for the next day or Koizumi-chan taking pictures of the scenery.

It was a rarity that she even sees the moon, still, here she was outside the entrance sucking in the moonlight. A crescent moon and a slow breeze of wind greeted her. A peaceful hour, she noted she should go outside more often at night.

Kazuichi-kun wasted no time moving along towards his secluded Lab.

“How come your Lab is so far away from the building?” She asked out loud.

“The teachers told me that my machinery was loud and that the smell can get pretty bad.” He answered bluntly.

“I’m sure it can’t be that bad.” She reassured him. “There has to be some positives.”

“I like the space, I guess…” He downplayed it.

“See?” She cheered. “The distance gives you the peace to concentrate on your big robot… I think.”

“It kinda does…” He somewhat agreed.

“How about the tools provided to you?”

“They’re better than what my dad used in our garage.”

“So you like your lab better?”

“Yeah. It's really helpful for the projects I’ve been wanting to do.” The pink haired boy spoke with a coarse voice. “Having a big budget really made me go off.”

“Are you making the machine for the practical exam in two months?”

“Yep, I figured making it in advance would be less stressful.”

“And less stress means a better end result.” It was a logical thing to do.

For her case, Chiaki wanted to speedrun an impressive and technical game and get the world record. That required hours and hours poured into that one game. But that doesn’t mean she was going to ignore her other games and her now new friends.

“Yeah, I want that thing to really impress people. Show them that I can do somethin’ worthwhile.” He looked at the palm of his hand.

“You’re already doing great! I’m sure that the final product is going to be amazing.” She held his forearm and caressed it.

“Thanks, Chiaki.”

Being called by her first name was still a weird experience. No one in her previous High School ever did so, not that she was close enough to allow them to anyways. It felt nice coming from the two boys.

“You’re welcome.”

A few more minutes passed and they were in front of a garage, a very tall garage with a nameplate smack dab in the middle of the entrance. Kazuichi Soda: Ultimate Mechanic. There was a big red garage door that was almost as tall as the building itself.

They talked towards a small door on the side, presumably the human entrance. The roof of it was slanted, with a massive chimney on it. Thick non-see-through windows were lined up across the walls.

“You can stay out here, I’ll bring out the truck with the tools inside.”

“Wait a second.” She asked. “Truck?”

“Yep, I’m gonna need a truck to lift me up so I can safely install the thing. Kinda like a firetruck, y’know? I’ll be back.” He opened the door.

But before he entered, she had to ask. “Kazuichi-kun! Do you even have a license?”

A pregnant pause.

“No.” He closed the door behind him.

‘S-Should I stop him?’ She asked herself, incredulous of the situation. ‘I don’t think I even can…’

To stop her from overthinking, she pulled up her GameGirl to play a few rounds. Well, one round because she never actually died playing. While focused, the gamer noticed the ground rumbling and the big red door slid open, revealing a pick up truck with a chunky metal pole that housed a platform at the top.

“Chiaki!” He yelled from the pulled down window of the truck, she barely heard it considering the truck was being very loud. “Hop in!”

She climbed onto the step and sat inside. A million questions were spiraling in her head but she can only ask a few. “Why didn’t we just use this for the A/C unit?”

“The tires would get squished and the police would stop us.” He answered, apparently prepared for her onslaught.

“How did you get this truck?”

“The school gave it to me to fix it, they just haven't taken it back.” He shrugged.

“I don’t think this is a good idea.” She expressed. “Have you driven before?”

“Nah, not really. This was gonna be my first time.”

“Then we shouldn’t do this!” She was being realistic. “It isn’t safe.”

“Relax~. It’s only a two minute drive, how bad could it be?” He smiled.

[-x-]

“Guys! The hell happened?!” A concerned bartender yelled from the third floor. “Where the fuck did you guys get a truck?!

“Don’t ask questions that don’t matter.” The mechanic rebutted, turning the key and the engine off.

“What?! You guys almost crashed into the wall!” Hajime-kun screeched.

“Almost, but we didn’t.” He grinned, pulling the door open and jumping off.

The ‘uneventful’ drive back to class made her scream with volumes she didn’t even think she could reach. The two of them almost crashed four times before arriving in front of the building. A tree, the fountain, another tree, the gate that barely fit the truck and then, the school’s wall.

Her being alive was more of a miracle than anything. A few years were certainly taken off her life. Her beating heart has yet to stop pounding.

They definitely ruined the grass terrain from those detours. She was happy they did it at night or else it would’ve been obvious. Not that she didn’t feel guilty, you betcha she did.

She would make sure not to get in anything Kazuichi-kun drives ever again.

“I’m pretty sure you guys woke everyone up!” Hajime-kun pointed out.

“Well, that’s too bad, we got a mission to do.” The mechanic dismissed his concerns.

At the end of the near death experience, Chiaki was happy to see Kazuichi-kun bounce back from his downtrodden attitude, even if it was only for a little bit.

“We’re coming back up!” They both said, tools in hand.

A few flights of stairs later, they arrived at their classroom. Hajime-kun had his eyes bored into Kazuichi-kun, his arms crossed.

“Can you tell me what the plan was?” He tapped his foot on the floor. “I don’t think it involved a truck or crash into anything with said truck.”

“Well about that…” The pink haired boy scratched his head. “We needed the truck if we were gonna finish the project tonight. So, I thought I could just drive it for a lil bit. What’s a few hundred meters?

“Then tell me how you almost crashed?”

“I didn’t think the gas pedal would be that sensitive…”

“...You serious?” The ahoge boy looked quizzical. “You Ultimates…”

“Hey hey, no need to blame him on this.” She defended the boy.

“But he almost got you hurt!” He countered. “I don’t really want my friends hurt y’know?”

“Nothing happened at the end of it. So it’s fine in my book.” She admitted. “All’s well that ends well.”

“Chiaki, I know you can be lax on this but.” The bartender pinched the bridge of his nose. He sighed deeply and gave in “...Whatever, I’ll deal with this later. We gotta finish this thing. I don’t wanna sleep too late.”

“Alright!” The mechanic sounded ecstatic that he avoided the reprimand of his friend.

“Let’s go!” She added.

Kazuichi-kun picked up a drill and twisted the attachment inside. “Okay, so since we only have the exact amount of sheets we have, I can’t mess up the tolerance level. We want this to be as precise as possible so it’ll last the school years. Hajime, put it up against a table so I don’t drill the floor.”

The mechanic went into his focus mode.

“Gotcha.” He lifted them and placed one on the table.

“Sorry for the noise it’ll make…” He turned the drill on and inserted it at the edge of one of the sheets.

“Oh, now you’re self conscious about the noise you’re making?” Hajime-kun pointed out.

“Shush.” He pulled the trigger and started making the holes.

[-x-]

It was hours later, three to be exact. She checked her handbook to make sure. The classroom was now filled with metal strings and dust. They had to clean this up before leaving, or they risk being at the end of Yukizome-sensei’s knives.

The results were great, the A/C was now installed and plugged in with all the required defenses against the class’ brutes. Most of the effort came from Kazuichi-kun, the other two simply helped in holding the sheets or passing tools whenever he needed.

The three of them were now sweeping the floor and wiping the tables.

“By the way, we're still getting Tsumiki to get you checked out tomorrow, we’ll just tell her it’s an accident.” The brunet insisted.

“Like she’ll believe that…” The pink haired boy said.

“She prolly won’t but it’s better than spilling the truth to anyone else.” Hajime-kun pointed out. “Plus, I don’t think she would confront you, or have the confidence to.”

“That’s fair… Fine, I’ll go ask her about it before class.” He finally gave in.

“Guys.” She voiced. “What are we going to do with the truck?”

“I say just leave it there and ask someone that actually has a license to return it.” The look Hajime-kun gave when he said license was chilling.

“O-Okay, gotcha.” The mechanic nodded without hesitance. “I’ll ask about it tomorrow too.”

“Chiaki, what time is it?” He asked her.

“11:19PM.”

“Figures.” He shook his head and sighed.

“Somethin’ wrong?” The mechanic asked curiously.

“I missed my last train home.” He answered.

“Ah shit.” The pink haired boy grimaced.

“Where are you going to sleep, Hajime-kun?” She wondered.

“Either I’m sleeping in the laundry room or the rec room.”

“Nah, nah, nah.” The capped mechanic held his shoulder. “You can sleepover at my dorm.”

“You sure?” The bartender blinked.

“Hell yeah, I am!” Lacing his arm on the boy's neck. “I don’t think the administration will mind if it's guy on guy anyways.”

“Bro, don’t make this weird.”

“It’s decided!” Chiaki cheerfully declared. “We’ll send Kazuichi-kun to Tsumiki-chan to get checked out and then ask about who can drive the truck back.”

“I just can’t imagine people’s reaction to the destroyed grass.” The bartender snickered.

“Hey! Weren’t you all about safety earlier?” He yelled.

“But now that I think about it. It’s really funny imagining you almost crashing into every tree.” He was trying to contain his laugh. “Actual cartoon character.”

“Don’t say that!” He turned his cap and hid his eyes. “I didn’t do that bad right, Chiaki?”

All she did was exit the classroom to empty the dust pan. When she came back, the mechanic was comically sprawled on the floor with Hajime-kun looking over him grinning.

[-x-]

Chiaki entered her dorm room and flipped open the lights. If her wobbly walk was any signal, she didn’t think she’d have the energy to shower so she’d have to do that before class. So, she simply decided to wash her face and brush her teeth before plopping on her head.

She looked up at her ceiling for a while before picking up her phone and setting her alarm earlier than usual. Placing her phone on her chest, her phone suddenly dinged.

||The Galaga Club||

Thursday | July 21st | 11:38PM

Overworked Slug: [Deadafmechanic.png]

Professional Button Pusher: LMAO, kazuichi-kun had a long day. he deserves rest :D

Overworked Slug: Yes he does. But, he sleeps funny. Guy literally sleeps with a pillow on his ass instead of head. How does he not have neck problems?

Professional Button Pusher: we should ask him tmr then o_0

Overworked Slug: I appreciate Kaz for letting me sleep over but he really needs to clean this place up. Clothes are just lying on the floor, not to mention it smells like grease here.

Professional Button Pusher: lets clean it with him one day!

Overworked Slug: We really should, I can’t believe he lives in this mess. It’s giving me OCD.

Professional Button Pusher: another time tho, we should get some rest, pretty sure yukizome-senseis gonna want us there at 7

Overworked Slug: Alright, Chiaki. Sweet dreams!

Professional Button Pusher: night night!! (^・ω・^ )

Chiaki plugged her phone on her nightstand and sighed happily, knowing that she’s made valuable friends that will support her.

Chapter Text

[-x-]

“HAJIME!” A person yelled, cold water jolting him awake. He cracked his eyes open to see a topless mechanic with an empty glass of water.

“Why’d you wake me up like that?!” Wiping his face with Kaz’s blanket.

“Dude, why the blanket! Ya didn’t have to do that!!” The boy placed the glass on his bedside table.

“You splashed water on me, you dick!” He yelled. “You wet more than the damn blankets with that.”

“I had to! You weren’t waking up from other methods! I tried shaking you and everything. Nothing worked!” He explained.

“That’s…” Even Hajime was surprised by the discovery, was he really that tired last night? “How did I not wake up from that?”

“I don’t know! We don’t have time to think about that!”

“Why? Isn’t it Saturday?” Clueless as to what day it was.

“No! It’s Friday and we're gonna be late!” Jerking his thumb towards the direction of the clock. There were five minutes left before the bell rang and class began. They were going to be in deep shit if he didn’t pull himself together.

“Oh shit!” Pulling off the blanket and hopping off the bed. He rushed towards the bathroom and washed his face and hair.

“Quick! Takes about three minutes to climb there running!” Kaz appeared by the door, putting on another pair of his jumpsuit and his usual hat. How many of those did he even have? And how are they all stained so heavily? Hajime shook those thoughts and focused on preparing himself.

Drying himself up with a clean towel from the cabinet, he tossed it in the laundry basket once done. “Less if we really make a run for it!”

“I know!” Handing Hajime a piece of paper. “It’s gum, we don’t got time to brush our teeth. Let's go!”

“Guess I can’t get my coffee this morning… this is gonna suck…”

They both blasted through the door and slammed it shut. Thank god for self locking mechanisms.

“How come you didn’t wake me up earlier?” He asked as they got past the cafeteria.

“Cuz I thought I could wake you up easily! I tried for ten minutes before I resorted to water.” Telling the brunet his perspective. “Didn’t think I’d have to splash water on you! You’re such a deep sleeper!”

“You shoulda done that earlier!” He pushed the door open to the main wing. “Why didn’t you wake me up when you did?! You know I rely on coffee to survive the day!”

“You would’ve killed me if I woke you up at that time!” Dashing through the hallways.

“What time was it?” He glanced at the boy behind him.

“5:30.”

“Okay, yeah I would've.” He simply nodded.

“See?!” He screeched.

“Ignoring that… how do you even wake up at that time?” He asked another question. “That's way too damn early for anyone. Sometimes I just got to bed.”

“Ion know, body just felt like waking up.” He said from behind Hajime. “Usually wake up around ten minutes before class starts.”

“Do you not do anything else in the morning? Did your alarm clock break again?” Remembering his lie from a while ago, they were climbing the first set of stairs now.

“I brush my teeth and put on clothes dude, I don’t really need a lot of time for that. For the alarm clock… I tinkered with the thing… and I actually… broke it….” He panted. “Can we… pause for a sec?”

The pink haired boy halted his sprint. Hajime stopped himself as well. They have just arrived on the second floor. He looked back and saw the boy sweating himself through his jumpsuit.

“That’s all you could run? C’mon now man, we're gonna be late…” Urging the boy to push forward.

“Shut! I’m not athletic, I know, I don’t wanna be anyways.” Placing his hands on his knees to get some respite. “I hate running and sweating.”

“But you’re fine with grease and oil?” Raising an eyebrow.

“Exactly…! I like the smell of those, pretty soothing if you ask me. I dunno how y’all think it smells bad.” The mechanic placed his hand on his hip.

“Honestly I would rather run a mile from my own sweat than to get grease filled with chemicals on me to be honest. But hey, that’s just me I guess.” Hajime started heading forward instead of staying still. “We should at least walk.”

“I’m literally shivering thinking what Yukizome-sensei’s gonna do to us if we're late.” The other boy followed suit, still breathing heavily.

“That’s why we should be doing everything to not be late. It's been a while since someone arrived late. Tanaka definitely learned his lesson in that one instance.” Reminiscing on the frightening side of their teacher. “Not even Owari dared to think of being late after that.”

“I don’t even know he survived…” When Kaz felt bad for his rival, you knew it was bad. “Yukizome-sensei’s really has a sadistic side to her.”

“Well, it's safe to say we're not gonna survive since she mentioned ramping it up next time someone wasn’t punctual. We’re gonna get sent to the nurse’s office if we don’t get moving soon.” Snapping his hands.

“We’ll have more than enough, I just need a break from that sprint. It’s been way too long the last time I did somethin’ like that.” The mechanic explained. “I skipped my gym classes for a reason.”

“I literally run to my old school everyday. It’s literally synonymous with being late.”

“So you were constantly sprinting… no wonder you’re so damn thin!”

‘That’s excluding my dogshit diet.’ He failed to mention. “I’m trying not to keep those bad habits from coming back. Hopefully this doesn't become a normal thing again. I hate running to class, I look dumb everytime I open the class door and the class…”

“Look down on ya?” He finished his friend’s sentence. “I got that too. For different reasons though.”

“Seems like we have more in common than I thought.”

“Can I mention something?” The mechanic continued without waiting for his response. “I dunno who designed this building but I fuckin’ hate them. That architect wanted to punish everyone that had classrooms upstairs.”

“Yeah, for real, why would you not build the stairs on top of each other like any other building would?”

“Some fuckin’ nutjob for sure. Honestly though, how much of a damn hassle would it be to make an elevator? Ultimate Architect my ass…” He sneered. “At least the aesthetic is there.”

“That, I can agree on. This is one of the best looking places I’ve ever been to. If only they made structure make sense.”

His friend chuckled. “At least we’ll have the new building in Year 2. No more staircases!”

“Just hope that the elevators don’t break down.” Hajime really didn’t want to get stuck inside one for twenty minutes until help arrived.

“I’ll be sure to get called up when they build it for inspection.” Kaz reassured him.

“Pretty excited about it all things considered.” From his spot in class, he can actually see the current progress they have on its construction. “It’s gonna be so much bigger than the current one.”

“At the very least, it's gonna be twenty floors. Why do we even need so much?” The mechanic estimated.

“I dunno, they prolly want everything in one spot unlike now.” He cupped his chin. “Like all the Research Labs and dorm rooms all together.”

“Maybe they’re planning on inviting more than two classes per year. But still, what the hell are they gonna do to the current building?”

“That… I don’t know actually…” He hummed. Why on earth would they even make a new building when the current one is perfectly fine? He should make use of that bastard he’s been ignoring for the better part of a month.

‘This school I swear to god, something is wrong with it. They have the weirdest decisions…’ He thought but ultimately shook his head, he opened his Handbook and saw the time: one minute left.

“Kaz! Let’s go! One minute!” He darted, leaving a trail in the dust for the mechanic to eat and catch up to.

“HAJIME WAIT!” He hollered, sprinting off on his own to catch up.

An old man standing by that they didn’t notice chuckled. “Those boys sure are full of interesting questions…”

[-x-]

They’ve only arrived to class a second before it was too late. Slamming the door open, everyone looked at them crazy. Fifteen sets of eyes were boring on them.

“Wowww, that’s a first.” Koizumi was wide-eyed. “Never thought I’d see the day Hinata was late. ”First thing for everything I guess.”

“Zip it. It was out of my control.” Dragging his thumb and index through his lips.

“Whatever you say.” She dismissed and looked forward to their teacher. “You still came late.”

“Almost. Late.” He clarified. They both got in and the mechanic closed the door.

Yukizome-sensei was happy to see them come on time. She greeted them. “Glad you boys finally came! Right on the dot as well! I would’ve had to punish you if you forced me to hunt you boys down.”

“We figured…” Yawning heavily as he walked towards his desk in the back.

“We were so close to dying…” Kaz hung his head low in fear for the what-if scenario.

The two sat down and the teacher slammed her hand on the desk. “Alright listen up! Welcome to homeroom everyone! I’m going to take attendance now.”

“Tanaka-kun!”

“My presence is within this mortal plane.” He answered in his usual boisterous manner.

Hajime ignored the rest of it since he always gets called out last. He shot a glance towards the gamer beside him. Chiaki wasn’t paying much attention as expected, clicking away at her device of choice. This time a different console which surprised the boy.

“How come you aren’t on your GameGirl today?” He asked, leaned in so she could hear his whispers.

“It finally ran out of battery and I forgot to charge it.” She briefly responded as she refocused on her game.

‘Really? The Ultimate Gamer forgetting to charge her console?’ That seemed out of the question but yet here it was.

“Actually?” The bartender looked shocked.

“Yep! First time in ages too! So, I just brought my Swap to class instead since it was the only charged device I had besides my E-Handbook.” She explained. “Wanna play Crash Ultimate? I’ll give you the other BlissCon.”

“Sure, I don’t think Yukizome-sensei’s gonna say something important till later.” He accepted the handed out controller. “Is this customized like your GameGirl?”

“Nope, but my friend is gonna meet up with me next weekend to do that.” She unloaded the first cartridge and placed it in her console case. She grabbed another one and inserted it.

“Good timing then. I wonder what kinda wild stuff she’s gonna ask this time.” He asked as the game booted up on the screen.

“Not sure, but I’m just hoping to get more battery life.” She turned the screen at an angle where the boy could see it. “And maybe get better controllers that can never have drift. It seriously sucks that I have to buy new ones to fix the problem.”

“What’s drift?”

“It’s when your controller does an input in a direction that you didn’t even do. Constantly.” She huffed. “It’s one of the few things that can get me mad when I’m playing something, unintended inputs.”

“Seems real annoying, yeah, I remember my old DSP breaking on me like that.” He nodded as the game finally loaded in. “Does this one have it?”

“Nope, I only bought it recently.” She menu’d towards the character selection screen. The girl picked random and Hajime chose a massive blue penguin with a coat and hammer.

“I’m ready to get four stocked…” He inhaled as she picked the map Crashville.

The game loaded for a bit until it revealed Chiaki’s character, a metal faced ball with a sword. He was going to have a bad time. With the gamer’s skill level, the chances of him getting juggled to death was really high.

“Oh boy, here we go…” The screen counted down. 3. 2. 1. Go!

Chiaki immediately went for a drill rush, hitting and stunlocking his character. As she landed, she grabbed him and threw him in the air for a combo, jumping and slashing each time. Not even letting him move or air dash.

After the combo, he finally lands and hurls a spike ball, which she dodged with ease. The lag on his move was enough to be thrown into another true combo from her. This time off the ledge and into the void where he lost his first stock.

‘As predicted, ha, I legit can’t move.’ He used his invincible frames to try and get a hit on her, rushing and trying his best. Using aerials and less punishable moves.

But once again, she gets the jump on him when and doesn’t let up till he loses another stock.

Hajime sighed and leaned forward on his chair to get extra focus. He has to at least be able to hit her right?

Nope.

Not even close.

The third stock went about the same as the first two. Looking quite promising at the start till she inevitably hits him and he gets bodied into an unending string of combos until his character dies offscreen.

He had one last chance. He had to make it count. One hit. It’s not impossible but it is very very HARD.

His character landed on the platform and he launched upwards with his recovery move. Chiaki most likely read this move and was prepared to spot dodge it with precise timing.

“Nanami-chan?” That callout took her focus out just in time for Hajime to hit her. She looked up to see that their teacher was looking at her.

“Present!” She raised her arm, controller still in hand.

‘YES! I HIT HER! Even if it was kinda cheesy.’

“Ah, darn.” She snapped her fingers. “You got me.”

Both their characters just stayed still in the game.

“But I really cheesed it. I don’t think it really counts.”

“It does in my eyes since I’m the one who didn’t pay attention.” She said, moving hers around the map and landing on the platform. “I guess no JV for me.”

“JV?”

“It means not getting hit whatsoever, I typically get it in casual games. Didn’t happen this time.”

“Out of sheer luck, I swear Komaeda blessed me with his bs somehow.”

“You still hit me though, we're counting that.”

“We should probably wrap this up…’

“Hinata-kun?”

“Right here!” He waved at her before continuing. “Yep, since homeroom is starting. Though, I have a request.” He had an idea on how to bond with his friend.

“What is it?” She lifted an eyebrow.

“Do you wanna train me? The game seems really fun, I’ve only played it on my friend’s consoles since I couldn’t afford one.” Hajime asked her.

“Sure! Just tell me when you’re free and I’d be glad to train you!” She agreed without hesitation. I mean, who would be able to teach you the most out of a game rather than the Ultimate Gamer.

“I’ll message you whenever I’m free, I might pop in your streams if you’re playing it then.

“Keep in mind though, I’ve never trained anyone for Crash so I might not be the best teacher even if I am above average at the game. I think.”

He reached out and bonked her head. She recoiled adorably at the light hit. “Nope, from what I can see, you’re not just above average. You’re definitely one of the best players in the world.” Handing back her controller.

“I guess…” She accepted and docked them back on the side of the screen.

“I’m gonna flick your forehead if you downplay yourself again.” Readying his finger. He noticed her backing down and nodded. “None of that, alright? Gotta recognize your abilities here. I told you this yesterday and I’ll tell you again if need be.”

“Thank you. Again…” A light smile graced her features as she looked forward to their teacher addressing things.

“First things first.” She walked towards the direction of the newly installed machine that’s keeping them alive from the heat. “Your three Class Reps successfully set up our new A/C system with no hassles at all!”

He saw the mechanic visibly shudder at those words. Hajime decided to spend his lunch with his friend to distract him from the still fresh wounds.

Completely forgetting the fact that they trashed the cafeteria.

He conversed with the guy just fine earlier, probably too distracted to think when Hajime was there rambling on about waking up so late. Maybe there was another way on how to approach the wounded boy…

The rest of the class clapped, not knowing better of what transpired. For better or for worse, he’d rather not have them know at all. At least until the class felt like a full family. Acceptance wasn’t going to come easy but with Yukizome-sensei, it will eventually happen.

“You guys better thank them!” The teacher pointed their way. “As do I, I thank you three for your efforts!”

“Good job guys!” The musician cheered, looking back at the two members behind her. “Ibuki owes ya one! Ibuki plans on making a song to commemorate this occasion! It’s titled: Say No To Heatwaves!”

“I much prefer this atmosphere rather than the one yesterday. I extend my gratitude.” The princess got up and bowed in their directions.

It seemed like Kaz got cheered up even a little bit by Sonia-san's acknowledgment. Better.

“THANK YOU THREE! YOU’RE PROVING WHY WE CHOSE YOU ALL TO BE THE LEADERS OF THIS CLASS.” Nidai roared in his usual eardrum crushing volume.

“Fwuaha! It seems you mortal ones have some utility for the Overlord of Ice after all! Proceed with that pace and the great one might not consider sending your souls to the eternal inferno!” His braggadocio contrasted heavily with the cute hamsters sitting atop his shoulders.

“Your hope will swell together into something beautiful!” The luckster placed his hand on his chest, his tear ducts activating. “I have a feeling that it will turn into something more beautiful than the sum of its parts.”

“T-T-Thank y-you all! I-I don’t have to w-worry about a-anyone dehydrating n-now!” The nurse cried her eyes out.

‘Why are you all exaggerating this…? It’s not a big deal…’ Hajime thought to himself.

“Thank you everyone.” The bartender said as he stood up, being the usual spokesperson of the trio. “While we appreciate your kind words, we literally just installed an A/C, not really a big deal.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, Hinata-kun!” The teacher slammed the machine. “Not only did you three think of something to get us out of this heatwave, you guys thought ahead and provided us with an indestructible system that will be usable even in winter!”

“We did?” He looked to his side and Chiaki looked confused as well.

“Yes, how could you not know?” The teacher looked slightly baffled.

“Well, those are all Kaz then. So you guys should be giving him the most props.” Directing the attention towards the boy, he was wide-eyed by the mention.

“Hey! No need to bring me in! I just did what anyone in my position would.” Dismissing himself of the effort he put in, he looked like he wanted to say something more but couldn’t.

“But you did all the work though…” Chiaki stood up as well and interjected her own thoughts on the matter. “We just planned it and helped you a little bit. You pretty much did 85% of the work.”

“Not to mention, you had all the knowledge, we just followed your lead on this one. This one’s on you man.” Hajime shoved all the props to his friend.

“But, but-” Hajime chucked a piece of paper at the mechanic, landing squarely on his head. “Oi! What was that for?”

“You not accepting your commendation.” Hajime answered. Grabbing another piece from his notebook, He prepared to launch another paper ball.

“You guys are saying that like I wasn’t supposed to do this shi-” He sank down before having something hit his lips.

“Ah, ah, ah. You cannot downplay yourself like that. Just accept the well deserved props and get on with it.” The teacher slapped a paper fan on the boy’s mouth. “No swearing as well.”

The boy finally stopped debating his own part of the project. “Alright fine… I accept it.” Proceeding to sulk on his desk, he laid down and started whispering to himself. Two people noticed, himself and the musician that raised her eyebrows at the things she was hearing coming from the boy’s mouth, the girl kept it in mind.

“In any case! The project was a success! So, we thank you for your efforts! Now, for the meat of things. We have an outing planned next month!” Their attention was square on their teacher again.

“Sensei, where would that be?” A great question from Koizumi.

“A beach!” She beamed at them, looking very enthusiastic.

“Yahoooooooooo!” Mioda jumped out of her seat and climbed her desk, excitement was practically oozing out of her. “This is going to be a Heart-Throbbing school trip!”

Even Hajime was excited, he’s never been able to go on field trips since he never had time for them nor did he have the money to pay for the fees. Which made him feel like shit whenever his old acquaintances came back and were talking about the cool stuff they did on the trip.

It was in the past and he can now take advantage of his situation. Finally getting to see the experiences he missed in all of grade school and middle school, plus the first year of High School.

“I haven’t been to the beach in ages, we’re definitely going to have so much fun.” The photographer was pleasantly surprised by the announcement.

“Eww, Mahiru-nee, you like going to the beach? It’s so hot and the water is really salty.” Saionji commented, looking directly at her pseudo sister.

“Yep! I typically go there with my family on the rare vacations we have. I don’t really mind the heat since it's going to be hot all summer long.” The photographer clasped her hands in anticipation.

“I guess, I’m still not going in that filthy water.” She pouted as the dancer scratched her cheek.

“M-Make s-sure you all a-apply s-sunscreen everyone!” Tsumiki cried out, giving out her usual medical warnings.

“Shut up, pig barf! You don’t have to tell us the obvious!” The blonde shot at her frequent target.

“EEEP!” The nurse sank into her depression once more.

“Can I not go? Seems like a waste of time.” Kuzuryu sneered at the thought, shaking his head. “I got other shit I gotta do this summer.”

“Kuzuryu-kun~” An aura behind him made him jump and freak out.

‘When did she get there? How fast was she?!’ Were both their thoughts.

“It’s a mandatory field trip so no one’s able to skip it.” She booped his nose. “Not. Even. You.”

“A-Alright… I’ll go…!” He tightened his tie and whispered to himself. “Can’t do shit with this hag running around…”

“Hah? What did you just say, Kuzuryu-kun…?” Unsheathing her knife, and touching its tip.

“Nothing! I didn’t say anything!” He aggressively waved his arms in denial.

“Are you sure?” The purple aura was practically spewing out of her being. Any wrong move will send the yakuza heir straight inside a coffin.

“Y-Yes!” His hands shaking, he glanced over to the swordswoman behind him and made a signal.

“Good.” She strutted back to the front of the class as she sheathen her knife back in. “Does anyone have any complaints about this mandatory outing?” That emphasized word scared Hajime to death, they had no choice, no way of escaping the outing. No one even dared to oppose her.

Not like most his classmates wanted to, who wouldn’t want to have a free vacation to a beach resort? Avoiding all your current responsibilities and hanging out with everyone? You would be pretty dumb to not take that opportunity.

“Sensei, how long is it gonna last?” Hajime asked.

“We are going to stay there for three days and four nights.” She pulled her hands up. “I’m giving you the date as soon as we’re finally able to book the hotel rooms. So make sure to empty those summer days! Don’t plan anything else!”

‘Shit. True… That’s bad…’ That tarnished his usual plans for the summer, working himself to the bone to earn more money.

Having to take a break means that he can’t work and that means he'll have to work some overtime to gain some of that time back. He pinched the bridge of his nose just thinking about it. At least he’ll have something to look forward to while he slaves himself away.

“Sensei, how come you’re saying this early?” The plump boy in front of Chiaki asked. “Don’t schools usually plan this way before telling students?”

“Mitarai-kun, that’s because I haven’t asked the Headmaster yet.”

The whole class was completely silent from those words until…

“EHHHHHHHHHH?!” They all said simultaneously.

“Sensei!” Hajime raised his hand. “You mean to tell us that you didn’t even get the approval for it yet?”

“So it’s not even for sure yet?” The gamer disappointedly asked. She was looking forward to this ethereal place called a ‘beach’.

“Yes! I’m almost certain I’m getting the permission!” The corners of her mouth were still up. “Almost.”

“But, sensei…” The photographer scratched her cheek. “I think it’s irresponsible to raise our expectations like this. What if something goes wrong and we never actually get the beach you promised?”

“You simply have to believe, Koizumi-san! I will make this happen whether the school wants it or not.”

“How would you pay for the expenses?” A curious princess asked.

“I was going to reach for my own funds if by some chance the school doesn’t approve of me bringing you guys to the Pacific.” Tapping her fingers on the podium.

“I would be more than willing to pay for it, sensei. Just say the word.” The blonde reassured her.

“Thank you, Sonia-san but I don’t think we’ll need your trust funds on this. There is practically zero chance the school refuses. At least I hope.” She placed both hands on her hips.

“Tch, sensei, if ya really need some backup into convincin’ the school, I’ll come with ya.” The yakuza proposed. “I can guarantee it if you bring me.”

‘Didn’t you say you didn’t wanna come like minutes ago?’ Addressing the tiny boy’s hypocrisy in his head because he really didn’t want to risk his head again.

“As much as I would like to accept that, I think I’ll manage on my own.” Yukizome-sensei declined. “That’s the main bulk of what I’m going to announce today. Though, I’m going to need our trio to discuss something by the end of today so meet me at the teachers office please.”

Hajime’s face lit up, was it the thing Sakakura mentioned yesterday? It had to be. He looked forward to meeting the people that probably hated his class with a passion. Those antics were going to attract the attention of people, and it wasn’t the type that people typically wanted.

“Now! Let’s get back to the interesting book we started yesterday, I’m going to need you guys to open the book on page…” The woman pulled out her poetry book from her bag, to which everyone groaned.

[-x-]

It was lunchtime. But he couldn’t get off early because the kitchen was still in repair. The school told him that they would have it fixed by Monday. He was debating whether he should go outside campus and buy lunch or starve in class.

Mostly everyone already left class and only a few of them actually stuck around. That being his group and Koizumi’s bunch.

He felt his pockets were very empty aside from the massive tablet that somehow fits. ‘Wait, I don’t even have my wallet on me. Fuck, I gotta starve then.’

He slumped down his desk and closed his eyes. Prepared to sleep instead of just letting the gurgling of his stomach get through to him. It was cut short when his desk was knocked on by someone. He saw a redhead staring back at him with a grin on her face.

“Hinata, you look miserable as usual.” Koizumi said.

“Wow, thanks for noticing.” He deadpanned, sneaking a peak from a hole between his arms.

“No problem, I noticed that since our class, y’know, destroyed the cafeteria kitchen, everyone’s been going outside to eat recently.” She said tapping her cheek.

“Yes, I did. I’m pretty sure every other class hates our guts right now.” Finally showing his face but letting his chin rest on his arms. “I’ve seen those stares people gave me in the hallways, they weren’t pleasant.”

“Let’s not get into that, I just wanted to know if your group wanted to come with us to the mall?” She asked. “You, Nanami-chan and even Soda. I’m pretty sure my group wouldn’t mind eating with you guys.”

“That’s nice of you… that idea seems a lot better than starving in class until it ends. Though, there’s one problem.” He lifted a finger up.

“Hm?”

“I forgot my wallet at home and can’t buy anything right now.”

“That seems like a simple fix, someone could just let you borrow money.”

“I don’t like owing people money, it just makes me feel terrible.” Remembering all the debt that his dad had to climb them out of.

“It's only a couple hundred yen, I’ll lend you some.” Pulling out a cute strawberry wallet from her skirt pocket and showing it to him. “C’mon, this is the one and only time I’m inviting you and you’re going to refuse?”

“Who’s going to be there?” He offhandedly asked, evading the question. The boy already knew who was coming anyway.

“Well, me and HIyoko-chan for sure. Tsumiki-chan and Mioda-chan wanted to come. And then there’s Sato-chan that’s going to meet us by the fountain.”

“So, it’s gonna be a big group. Are you sure you guys are okay with this?”

“Yeah, no one’s really going to object. At least one that I can’t convince with my glare.” She winked, further reassuring the bartender.

“Okay fine… I’ll ask my own group.” He didn’t want the other two to starve so he accepted the offer.

He headed over to Chiaki first. Looking over her shoulders, she was practicing another character. A pot with a piranha plant. She seemed to be having a brief combo so he let her be till he won the stock.

“Chiaki.” He called her.

“Hm? What is it, Hajime-kun?” She said, focus all on her game.

“Koizumi and her gang want us to come with them to eat outside instead of staying in class for like an hour and a half.” Pointing at the girl behind him.

“That seems nice, yeah, I’d like to come.” Nodding, eyes still on the screen.

“Okay nice, just get set up once you're done with your match.”

“Alright.” She continued to mash.

Hajime walked towards his other friend. The mechanic was trying to take a nap on his desk. Eyes closed and one cheek on his arms. Hajime looked behind to see the girls interacting with a very still Chiaki. She didn’t once look in their direction, not that they minded because they already knew how she was.

The bartender began to poke the boy’s face to rouse him awake. “Kaz… wake up…”

“Nghh…” The pink haired boy swatted his hands away.

“C’mon, wake up. Don’t make me splash water on you.” Still continuing to poke the boy’s face.

“Five more minutes…” He was beginning to awake from his slumber.

“Wake up, man.” Now moving on to shaking his shoulders. “Don't force me to do what you did to me earlier.”

“Why’d you have to shake me man?” Kaz finally jerked awake, stretching his arms and legs while yawning. “I wanted to catch some sleep.”

“Because I’m not leaving you here alone.”

“Oh shit. Everyone’s gone.” Observing the empty classroom. “I guess class ended a while ago.”

“About five minutes ago, we still have a lot of time left before our next class.” He clapped his hands to attract his friend’s attention. “So, the girls want us to come and eat lunch with them.”

“Huh? Why?” His forehead creased. “Did Koizumi finally have a change of heart?”

“Oi! I heard that!” The girl yelled across the room.

“She might’ve” Pocketing his hand. The girl yelled again but they both continued to ignore her. “But at least that’s better than letting my stomach gurgle. You got your wallet on you?”

“Nah, I never carry cash because I don’t got money to spend.” Pulling out both his pockets and revealing nothing but lint. “I'm broke as hell.”

“Ah shit, you’re gonna have to borrow money from someone else then.” He clicked his tongue.

“Hell no! I ain’t doin’ that!” He leaned against his chair and looked up.

“Unless you wanna see everyone eat food while you starve, you better do that.” He shrugged, looking down at the boy’s face. “I would’ve paid for your food but I left my money at home and I slept over at your dorms.”

“Who’s paying for yours? Chiaki?” Kaz asked.

“Nah, Koizumi is.” He predicted his friend would’ve teased him but it never arrived.

“Cool…” Getting up from his seat and patting the boy’s shoulder. “C’mon, let’s go. I’ll ask someone to lend me money when we get there.” He walked towards the door.

‘Shit, should I have not invited him?” Hajime asked himself. ‘Is this really a good idea?’

Thinking about it now, yes. He didn’t want his closest friend to be left out on something he could’ve let him in on. But sometimes people need their space to think for themselves. And now he was doubting his own judgment of the situation.

Shaking his head, the boy thought he should stop playing armchair therapist and get on with what he decided. He’s a bartender, not a counselor.

“Nice, alright everyone! Let’s go get Amami.” He led the way for everyone else.

The girls followed their trail. Kaz opened the door and went down the staircases without waiting for anyone. Okay, that definitely wasn’t a good sign.

Hajime backed up towards Chiaki and leaned into her ear. “Yo, wanna go talk to Kaz?”

“H-Huh? How come?” The girl jumped at his voice. They both moved forward from the rest of the group so as to not let them hear.

“Guy’s still feeling what happened yesterday. And I have a hunch that you can get through him easier than I could if yesterday was anything to go by.

“I probably just got lucky…” Chiaki looked down.

What was it about his friends and doubting themselves? To be fair, he wasn’t that much better than them, he can just hide it better.

“Nah nah, you did a great job.” He reassured her. “That’s why you should be the one to do it. You’re more patient and kindhearted.”

“Are you sure?” She met his eyes.

“Dead serious, I don’t think he wants a lecture from me yet. He’d just walk off.” He stole a glance at the guy. He had his back turned but he can tell that he had a contemplative look.

“I’ll try my best.” She pumped her hands.

“Thanks, tell me how it goes later.”

The gamer hurried to the front to accompany her friend. The bartender decided to sit back and simply watch from afar. He saw her initiate conversation and the mechanic seemed a little bit receptive to her presence. Looks like he made the right choice.

"You three have gotten awfully close…" Koizumi said from behind him.

“Is there a problem with that?” Raising an eyebrow to her comment.

“Not at all, I just didn’t expect that you three would’ve formed a group together.” She justified her feelings.

“Weird right? Who would’ve thought that we’d be a group but here we are. But hey, you won’t catch me complaining about it.”

“Yeah, the deadpan bartender, the passive gamer and the brash mechanic. Never in a million years a group like that could’ve been formed.”

“I could say the same for your group.” He said. “You guys have been talking since orientation, I saw it form right there and then.”

“We’re a weird bunch too yeah, but I really like the group dynamic.”

“I feel like every conversation would somehow lead into a fight.”

“Nope, I can usually reign them in pretty easily.”

“Okay, mother hen…” He remarked, making her purse her lips.

“Whatever…” Rolling her eyes. “We have fun and that’s all that matters.”

He looked back towards the three girls, they were somehow maintaining a cohesive conversation without having an all out war. Well they have their usual deviations like Saionji’s insults, Mioda’s one track mind and Tsumiki’s unhealthy obsession with crying.

“How come you aren’t talking to those two?” The girl was curious.

“I just want those two to get as close as I am to them.” Covering up his tracks. Though, he did want them to bond more. They were both closer to him than themselves so he sought to mend that.

“Not a bad idea really.” She nodded. “You need to be all close to each other in order to be a cohesive group. That also eliminates favoritism.”

“You have this down too doncha?”

“Kinda, I’m still trying to make peace between Hiyoko-chan and Mikan-chan.”

“Is that even really possible, I’m pretty sure Saionji hates Tsumiki so much that she hasn’t even considered becoming friends at all.”

“There’s always a chance to mend things as long as one side is motivated enough.”

‘I still wouldn’t waste any resources on it since it seems like an insurmountable task.’

“Fair enough I suppose.” He’s going to have to think long and hard about this. But currently, he has other problems to solve within his own group.

[-x-]

The commute towards the mall was pretty uneventful. They did some small talking in between groups but it was generally pretty quiet since it was too loud and cramped. They took the subway and arrived at a station connected to a decently big commercial space.

It was loud as usual but that’s what you had to put up with for cheap and fast transport. Plus, they weren’t going to walk all the way there. Not only would their feet hurt but there was no chance that they would make it back for the next class.

Hajime’s only been there a couple of times. And it was to buy some groceries for the bar when they ran out of stuff mid-week. The nearby stores near Valhalla didn't have the particular brand they wanted and his Boss was very picky about her choices.

The group entered from a small tunnel and were greeted with a large open space. Four floors in total, the basement they were currently on, chock full of restaurants ranging from ethnic foods from around the world to the usual fast food schlock. They planned on only staying downstairs and leaving as soon as they digested.

Sonohara Mall had more to offer them. The second and third floor includes clothing, merchandise, snacks, grocery, electronics, music stores and much more. Lots and lots of brand names and third party sellers. Plenty of games and toy stores to splurge on hobbies.

He should visit this place sometimes, to have something else in his wardrobe instead of just button ups and jeans. Not that he can afford to do that anyways. Maybe if he ever gets that raise that he’s been promised months before…

And the final floor being dedicated to an arcade and gaming lounge. Chiaki would have a field day upstairs. He’s going to keep a close eye on her or they would find her holed up in there, destroying every single arcade goer in any of the multiplayer machines and smashing records until she gets kicked out for ‘cheating.’

For now, they should decide on what they should eat.

“What are you guys going for?” He asked.

“Prolly some Big Bang honestly… just wanna get somethin’ cheap and munch on it.” Kaz said, hands on the back of his head.

“You should get something with a little more substance than that.” Koizumi, the ever motherly person she was, suggested otherwise. “Big Bang doesn’t give you much in terms of nutrients and is just a caloric dump.”

“To be fair to Soda, I got some coupons for it I won from a competition.” Amami pulled them out of her bag. “If you really wanna save some money, you can go ahead.”

“But he’ll feel like garbage, Sato-chan!” The redhead was still berating the boy.

“It’s his choice.” She shrugged. “Once in a while couldn’t hurt him.”

“Ibuki agrees with Soda-chan! Ibuki much prefer the tastiness of a burger than those yucky salads!” The musician grimaced at the thought.

‘You completely missed her point.’ Hajime shook his head internally.

“You cretins have the worst taste!” Saionji tossed in her opinion. “Get something more cultured than that!”

“A-A s-salad is v-very good f-for y-you t-though!” Tsumiki yelped until she got glared at by the short blonde. “I-I’m s-sorry!”

“Shut up, pig barf! No one wants your input!” The traditional dancer shut her down.

“Hiyoko-chan, I thought I warned you not to do that? It was just yesterday too.” The photographer had her hand on her hip.

The blonde simply averted her eyes to the dismay of the redhead. The bartender didn’t think asking a simple question would cause this much trouble.

“I’mma just get myself some curry from that store, wanna come, Koizumi?”

“Ohoho, Hinata-chan~. Ibuki didn’t think you had it in ya!” She ribbed him.

“I forgot my wallet and she offered to pay for mine.” He answered while peeling her off.

“The romance! The trope has been overwritten!” She jumped in the air.

They both ignored the looks the others were giving them. Some had playful looks like Amami and Mioda. Chiaki and Kaz had neutral looks, one not noticing and the other far too into his own thoughts. Tsumiki looked like she was going to cry… so the usual.

What stood out was Saionji, the look she gave him was one of pure and absolute displeasure. “No! You’re not going with him, Mahiru-nee! You have to help me buy my food first!”

“But he asked first though.” She looked confused as to where her resentment came from. “We can get it right after.”

“But I want mine now!” She pouted and crossed her arms.

Koizumi sighed at the display, probably tired of her ‘little sister’s’ antics. She backed down and let the girl get her way. “Fine, where do you want to get your food?”

“To the best udon place!” The blonde’s frown practically melted and she latched onto the photographer.

“I’m coming back in a bit, Hinata, just wait.” She said before letting the girl drag her towards the stall.

“There they go…” Amami said right next to the boy. “You’re just gonna let that happen to you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Jeez, someone’s clueless.” Using the redhead’s words against him.

“Huh?” The boy continued to be puzzled at her question.

“Nevermind, you want some coupons? I have plenty to share.” She handed the sheet and browsed what it had to offer. Lots of combos burgers, from the Big Bangs to the Supernovas. There was even a Venus Salad one, he didn’t even know they sold salads.

He remembered the days that he and his father had to buy take out at all times instead of buying groceries. Neither of them knew how to cook. The amount of times they bought fast food was insane. He still wondered how he didn’t gain any weight from that. Ignoring the fact that he starved himself most days because he had to catch his sleep at lunchtime.

“Nah, I’m going for some curry today, been craving some recently.” Giving it back to her.

“Suit yourself. Oi, Soda, you want some of this?” Snapping in front of his face to dispel him from his introspection.

“O-Oh, uhh, sure. You got an Earth Burger combo?”

“No, the special for that ended a month ago.” She said, “Look around anyways since you wanna get some burgers.”

“Can I see it too, Kazuichi-kun?” Chiaki inched closer and invaded his space. The boy gave space without paying much attention to their distance, or lack thereof.

“Can Ibuki get some coupons?!” The girl barreled through him and got into between both of them. “Ibuki misses their fries so much!” None of the two minded apparently.

“I-I’ll just g-go to a s-salad b-bar over t-there…” Tsumiki said, walking off to the store.

“Yo, Amami.” He called the only free person. “Let’s go find some vacant chairs before we lose them, we’re gonna need a really big spot.”

“Alright.” She followed him as he looked around to see if there were any tables.

There wasn’t. At least there wasn’t one big enough to fit the group. “Ah shit. This is a problem.”

“Just take a free table and wait there.” The green haired girl suggested.

“True, been wanting to sit down for a minute. Kaz! We’re gonna go sit over there!” He pointed in the direction. The boy simply nodded and looked back at the coupons.

“You’re not getting anything?” He asked.

“Not really, I made my own lunch today. I just brought the coupons because Mahiru-chan mentioned eating at the mall.” Taking out her lunchbox from her bag.

“Nice, what is it?” Wrapping around the four seat table and plopping down on a chair.

“Just some rice, eggs and hotdog since I didn’t have much time this morning.” Sitting down and setting her bag on the chair beside her.

“Better than what those three are getting so I guess it’s fine.” He shrugged.

“True.”

A silence fell on both of them. Their surroundings still had the bustling mall so it wasn’t really much. It was full of people conversing between themselves, the annoying background pop music the speakers were playing and the sounds of sizzling from the cooking stalls.

He’s never had a conversation alone with the girl in front of him. The only time he's ever spoken to her was the meetup he had in the Reserve Course building. He wasn’t exactly fond of the first time he’s been there. He could still imagine those stares and the pressure he felt from invading their territory.

Definitely not coming back there.

They were from totally different backgrounds and social status. From what he’s heard from Koizumi, she came from a pretty rich family. Pretty easy to discern since she’s attending the single most expensive private High School in the country. But he knew there was more to it.

“So, how’s it going in your course?” He asked bluntly, not wanting to beat around the bush.

Her eyebrow rose. “What does that mean? You wanna know about the Reserve Course?”

“Yeah, I didn’t wanna pussyfoot around it.” He responded.

“To be completely honest, it’s okay.” She made eye contact, purple irises completely aloof. “It definitely isn’t worth the price they demand.”

“So, it’s basically a scam?”

“Yeah, there’s no going around that. They charge more than some universities. Even if it had the best High School education, which it doesn’t by the way. I don’t think you can even justify the price. But it isn’t even that good, I was already getting this type of education from my old school.” She elaborated, crossing his legs.

“Damn, then why would you even get in?”

“Cuz… my p-parents wanted to. Since we have more than enough money to enroll me ten times over, they wanted to get some Hope’s Peak prestige.“ She definitely wasn’t telling the full picture but he let it slide.

“I guess, but it only takes one more second for Unis to see that you paid for the Reserve Course.”

“Yeah, I know, didn't really have a choice.” Fidgeting with her nails. “What’s done is done, they already paid for the entire three years, might as well just do with what I have.”

“That’s fair.” Laying his arms on the table. “You think being in there actually gives you a better chance of getting in the Main Course?”

“Yeah, if not only by a little.” She settled her back on the chair.

“How come?” Tapping his chin with his finger. “It seems like obvious bait to me.”

“If you can show that you’re different from the rest of the usual depressing students there, I think they might take a closer look at your potential.”

“What talent would they even give you? Ultimate Reserve Course Student?”

“Depends, if you’re somehow a hidden genius constantly getting A’s, Ultimate Genius. There’s also gym classes where you can show off your skills, we switch sports every month so they’re definitely testing who can make it.”

‘That’s interesting…’ He actually didn’t think they’d be doing that at all. So Hope’s Peak was putting some effort, even if it was very little.

“Most of us practically gave up on that dream and are treating this like a normal High School. I would wanna try my chances but I don’t really have anything that stands out about me.” Violet still meeting green.

“I feel like someone always has something going on for them that they could improve on. It might not be enough to become an Ultimate but you have that certain knack that you can use for yourself.”

“But what’s the point if you can’t even get in? Isn’t it worse if you almost made it instead of not even participating at all?” She asked him, curious as to what he had to say.

“True, but it shouldn’t really be about that. It’s always what you think of yourself, not really what some school does. If you feel that you’ve accomplished what you set out for, then you feel completed rather than feeling like you’ve wasted your life away doing nothing but the bare minimum.”

“Are you saying I’m not putting any effort in?”

“Not at all, just saying that you shouldn’t give up just because everyone else has. Anyone and everyone always has an aptitude for something. Do you have any idea what that is?” Placing his chin on his palm.

“No, not really, I can’t think of anything right now.” She answered, caressing her arm.

“That’s fine. Just promise me something.”

“Depends what it is.” She tilted her head.

“Tell me what you're good at the next time we meet.” He looked her in the eyes. “Could be anything really, just make sure you have something by then.”

“What if it’s tomorrow?”

“Well, better start thinking then, yeah?” He laughed before retreating back to the rails of his chair.

“Heh, yeah.” She snickered. The two of them didn’t say anything afterwards.

“Guys! We’re back!” The three who went to Big Bang came back. Brown bags filled with greasy but tasty food.

Kaz took the seat right next to him and Chiaki took the last remaining one. “Aww man… Ibuki doesn’t have any chairs to sit on.”

“Just go grab one right there.” The mechanic pointed towards the non-occupied chairs on an occupied table. “Ask them first though.”

“Roger that, Soda-sama!” She saluted before running off.

“Here's your coupons back uhhh…” Chiaki extended her arms, coupons in hand.

“Sato Amami. I’m Mahiru-chan’s best friend.” She took the coupons and shook the girl’s hand. “Nice to meet you, Nanami.”

“How do you know my name?” The gamer broke the handshake off and took a fry out of the bag.

“Mahiru-chan talks about you guys a lot, it’s almost always her subject when we talk.” She explained. “As for how I recognized you. You guys all look unique which makes it easier to distinguish, none of you can blend in a crowd. Well… besides him at least.”

“Hey!” The bartender took offense but couldn’t really refute the point.

“Just look at you guys, Soda’s hair is literally hot pink, Mahiru-chan is naturally redheaded and Mioda, I don’t even need to justify that.”

“That makes sense.” The pinkette nodded. She took her burger from the bag and opened its box.

“You got Supernova?” Hajime asked.

“Yep yep, since we have gym today, I figured I would need to eat a bit more.” She took a bite out of it.

Mioda came back and placed the chair near Kaz. “So, how are your guys’ love lives?”

Hajime nearly choked on his own spit. “W-Where did that come from?”

“Ibuki’s really interested in what you guys have going on! That’s all!” She slammed the table and inspected everyone.

“No one here really has one.” Chiaki responded. “I think.”

“Are you sure though? Ibuki’s seen some spice happening around me.” Her eyes glinted.

“What does that even mean?” Amami raised an eyebrow. “Are you saying something’s been bubbling in the background?”

“Indeed, Amami-chan!” She stood up and grinned. “We have seen quite a bit of development in our class dynamics.”

“The hell does that even mean…?” The pink-haired boy took the attention away from his food towards the rowdy musician.

“It means that most people already have a target on who they want to date! So,we hang out with the people we like the most.” She pumped her arms in the air.

“That’s nonsense.” Hajime shook his head in disbelief. “There’s literally no romance going on in class.” ‘Maybe aside whatever Tanaka and Sonia have.’

“Says the one who’s trying to get a harem!” She accused him.

“WHAT?!” His face turned bright red. “That’s bullshit!”

“Don’t be in denial, Hinata-chan!” She winked at him. “You know it's true~.”

“So Hajime-kun is going for the harem route.” The gamer placed her fingers on her chin. “I wonder which girls he’s going for…”

“Don't buy into it Chiaki, I am not!” He fully denied, the girl was spouting a bunch of drivel.

“There’s a lot of proof to support it though.” Kaz had a slight smile on him, this was a good enough distraction for him. “I won’t mention the people involved but there’s already three in line.”

“Kaz, fuck off. I’m not even trying to date anyone! Let alone be a playboy!” He pointed at his friend.

“Tsk tsk tsk, that’s where you’re wrong, Hinata-chan. I’ve seen it firsthand, you can’t deny it anymore.” Amami wagged her finger.

“This is like the second time I’ve talked to you!” He mentioned.

“They might be onto something. Full denial isn’t healthy you know…” His friend’s smile was increasing. Maybe he should keep doing this to cheer the boy up.

“Shut, show me proof before you accuse me of anything.” Crossing his arms together.

“I’mma take a picture of it when it happens again.” He suggested. “I’ll catch ya in the act, dude.”

“I guess you’ll never have it. Because guess what, it ain’t true.” Hajime pursed his lips before forming his grin. “Enough about me though. How about you guys?”

“What do you mean?” The Reserve Course student asked.

“Remember, Mioda asked everyone. Not just me.” Attempting to sway the conversation elsewhere. “Some of you probably have more going on than what you think I have in your heads.”

“Ibuki isn’t really aiming for anyone right now, Ibuki feels like that’ll change soon enough.” She winked. Hajime hardly knew the musician so he couldn’t really decipher much.

“You, Amami?” He aimed his sights on the green haired girl for payback.

“Nothing really.” She brushed her hair. “The guys in my class are nothing but bricks that are running on hormones.”

‘This girl is good at guarding herself, damn.’ He thought to himself, rethinking his prey.

“Kaz, I know everyone already knows the answer to this but who do you have in mind?” Shifting his head towards the mechanic.

“Right now, I don’t really feel like doing anything like that.” The pink haired boy said firmly as he lowered his head, remembering what happened the day before. “I have way too much going on.”

‘Fuck. Messed up terribly there…’ Completely forgetting about his friend’s condition in the heat of conversation. He didn’t even remind himself to tread lightly at all.

Everyone besides the Reps trio were surprised by the revelation. They didn’t think the boy would have such an unyielding answer.

“I thought you were all over that blonde princess.” Amami reacted to the statement.

“He was, but I suppose he’s moved on from his crush.” Hajime scurried to cover up for his friend.

“Huh, good on him for maturing.” She accepted his answer.

“Okay, last one, Chiaki, you got someone?” He hurriedly changed topics.

“Hmmm.” She tapped her blown up cheek. “Now that I think about it… I have one person in mind.”

Hajime’s eyes blew open, There was someone that the girl felt feelings for? Certainly news for him, she’s never mentioned this before.

“YO?!” The musician jumped on her chair. “What is this?! Someone has finally broken through the indifferent gamer’s barriers?! Ibuki has to meet this person now!”

“You can’t meet them though.” She blushed at the thought.

“How come?” Even the mechanic was interested.

“T-They’re inside my game.” That explained everything.

“Oh.” Mioda sat back down, that was pretty much everyone’s reaction. They should’ve all expected this considering that the girl barely let go of her games.

“Guys! We’re back.” Mahiru greeted as she carried a tray full of food. A plastic cup of udon, fries and a can of cream soda. “What did we miss?” Both girls were walking together with the nurse tailing behind them. The choppy haired girl was holding a bowl of caesar chicken salad.

“We-” Hajime rushed to close Mioda’s mouth.

“Nothing much really.” He took the reins before the musician could spout something controversial. “Just school stuff.”

“Ah alright.” Accepting the boy’s response. “You want to go get your food now?”

“Sure, my stomach’s been wanting some fuel since this morning.” He chuckled.

“Dork.” Saionji insulted him, but he just ignored her.

“Then you should’ve woken up earlier.” She headed towards the direction of the curry stall.

“I forgot to set it up.” He followed her, feeling two terrifying auras behind him. It made him shiver but he chose to keep his back turned in fear of seeing demons.

Once they were far enough distance, the photographer noticed his expression and got worried, “You alright?”

“Yeah, just got a lil cold.” Rubbing his arms as an excuse.

“It gets a bit cold in malls.” She agreed. “It’s certainly way better than staying outside.”

“We’d melt in five minutes.” They even had to rush from school to the station before they got a tan.

“I’d prefer to be cold than hot, at least I’m not sweating.” She said.

“I like heat better, my feet and fingers don't freeze up.”

“Low cold tolerance, winter’s really annoying for me as well. I almost always have my hands out to take seasonal pictures. Cold also means that I can’t strap my camera on me and I need a lens heater for it to not condensate.”

“Didn’t know those things existed.” They fell in line for the stall behind three other people. “So, there’s also technical stuff involved huh?”

“A lot goes into the cameras depending on the environment. The application is annoying but the real annoying part is buying all the proper accessories for them.”

“How much are we talking here?”

“About 70 thousand yen.” She twisted her hand continuously. “The main problem is not the price either.”

“What is?” He still couldn’t fathom that she’s spent so much.

“Unless you're buying the top 20 popular camera models, it’s not really easy to get them. They either have to be custom made which bumps up the price by a lot or you get lucky and some affiliated company makes them. It was a nightmare getting a hold of someone to make my accessories.” She described her experience.

“At least now it’s easier that you have a classmate that can do that for you.”

“You mean, Soda?”

“Exactly him, he can definitely make those for you, free of charge too because Hope’s Peak is willing to pay for the parts.”

“That’s not a bad idea, I’ve been meaning to get an upgrade for a while but couldn’t because I didn’t want to deal with this.”

“Then that solves your problem.” He clapped his hand and smiled at her.

“Yes it does and now I have to solve yours.” His stomach rumbled at the perfect time and she laughed softly, he joined in on her mirth.

“Thanks for this by the way, I was legit planning on starving myself until school ended.” He expressed his gratitude.

“Don’t worry, I don’t mind doing this as long as you learn your lesson afterwards.”

“Well, I’ll try to keep my wallet on me at all times.”

“Good, go ahead and order.” She pointed towards the waiting cashier.

“Aye.” They walked in front of the cash register. “Uhh, can I get uhh, katsu kare with uhh bottle of orange juice, the one without pulp please.”

“Sure, is there anything else sir?” The cashier asked.

“Nope, that’s it. She’s the one paying for me.” Jerking a hand towards her direction.

The worker had a devious smile on them, he didn’t know where that came from. “It’s going to be 857 yen.”

“By debit please.” She tapped her card on the machine and it jingled.

“Thank you for ordering, your food will be prepared momentarily.”

They both stepped aside and granted space for the incoming new customers. “Can’t wait to eat it, haven’t had these in a while.”

“How long?”

“Close to three years now, my dad doesn't cook it much because of how long it takes and I don't really like spending more money by buying outside and not eating what my dad cooked.”

“Jeez, you know you can just ask Hanamura to cook it right? Pretty sure he’d be happy to have some suggestions on what people want to eat.”

“Yeah I can, but I don’t really wanna interact with him.”

“That’s… understandable.” She couldn’t help but agree.

“Everytime I do, he always finds a way to harass me somehow. It sucks but we both have to work together to prepare everyone’s lunches. Well, when the cafeteria was in one piece.”

“When I went to class today, I saw a lot of people looking at me with the angriest faces you can imagine.”

“I mean, I expected nothing less from our class. We both knew from the start that this class was going to be infamous.”

“That’s true, I still remember the Orientation Day we had.”

“I’m surprised how well you got adjusted though.”

“I just went on autopilot and tried to get everyone in control.”

“Yeah. Use your inner mother hen.” He teased her.

“Hey, don’t say that, I’m not too nagging am I?”

He simply chose not to answer that which earned him a smack on the arm.

[-x-]

They arrived back at their table, which was completely empty aside from Koizumi’s plate of food. The plate itself was starting to get cold.

“Huh? Where’d they all go?” She asked him, wondering where they could even go.

“I… have no idea… The real question is, why would they just leave us? I’m surprised neither Chiaki or Saionji stayed to warn us where they all went.”

Hajime kicked himself mentally, he promised to stay with his friend but he disappeared. Fuck. This was really bad, but since everyone was gone, he should at least be with Chiaki which somewhat relieved him.

“That’s true, Hiyoko-chan wouldn’t leave without me being beside her.”

“What do we do with the food, eat first or go now?”

“I think we should go look for th-” Her stomach growled which made her redden as he heard the boy’s chuckle. “I better not hear about this later, I didn’t eat too because I was doing something this morning.”

“Alright alright, let's eat quick.” They both sat down in front of each other. She split the chopsticks while Hajime unraveled the wrapper of the spoon. “Still, what would motivate them to actually leave? We were only gone for like 10 minutes.”

“Eight. But like I said I don’t know…” She began stirring the broth.

“I’ll try calling Kaz and Chiaki to see if they answer. Use your contacts.” He placed his spoon on the table.

In the first try, both their phones continued ringing until they were sent to voicemail. “Nothing on Kaz’s end, you?”

“I called our group chat but no one answered it so I’m going to call them one by one.” She tapped on her phone and placed it on her ear, all the while slurping on her noodles.

While she was busy with that, he clicked on Chiaki’s icon and hit the call button. “Pick up, c’mon, c’mon.” But to no avail. He let Koizumi finish her calls, so he did some damage on his plate.

“No one’s picking up at all.” She sighed and took a bite on her noodles. “Gotta say, cold udon is terrible.

“Who knew?” He sarcastically said. “At least it isn’t too soggy.”

“Thankfully not, I hate soggy noodles. It’ll just break when I pick them up.” She took another bite. “Let’s break this down.”

“Oh so you like play on words.” He said.

“Yeah, so what about it? They definitely didn’t go back to school, there’s still some time left.” She continued.

“God forbid they went outside to get cooked either so there's only one answer.”

“They stayed in the mall. We both knew that already, the main problem now being to find them. This mall is huge.”

“We can definitely deduce where some of them went.” Hajime tapped his finger on the table.

“And from there, we ask them if they know where the others went, if not, we at least have some more people in the scavenger hunt.” The girl snapped her fingers.

“If they all stayed in a group, it makes it easier but I doubt that.”

“Nanami first since she’s the easiest.” She suggested.

“Arcade, no other place she could’ve gone to. Her Swap probably died.” He said with assurance.

“Ok so we found her, what then? Is there a hardware store nearby?” Thinking about the mechanic.

“Two blocks from here but we’ve already ruled that out. Kaz isn’t going to be easy to find.”

“How about a pharmacy?” Now the nurse.

“I don’t think Tsumiki has the courage to actually split off from someone unless it’s Saionji. We should at least check the only one on the third floor just in case.”

“Music store?” For the musician.

“Yep, that’s where Mioda went for sure. I hope she doesn’t get stronger speakers, I can sometimes hear her playing from her research lab two floors down.” He shivered at the thought.

“She would break the windows at that decibel level, I think she’s knowledgeable enough to know her limits. Then again…”

“It’s Mioda… Amami, you got an idea?”

“Any clothing store really. She likes to shop for new clothes.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot she was rich…”

“Yeah, I’ll show you some pictures of her ‘almost mansion’ that she lives in with a literal maid.” She recalled her time and sleepovers at her place. It was one of the most fun she’s had with her friend. “There were like nearly twenty rooms in that place.”

“And she lives alone?”

“Well, right now she lives in the dorms which she really doesn’t like. She says she didn’t have enough space to put in everything she ‘needed’.” She quoted that last word. “Sato-chan wanted to bring some ridiculous furniture in there.”

“Like what?”

“Her ten foot dresser for one… her own literal bed from her room, just fancy typical rich people furniture. She describes how miserable she is without her space but she’d rather have that than taking transport for an hour every day.”

“Couldn’t she just hire her own driver?”

“True but we’re getting sidetracked, let’s focus on the mission.” She requested, and he granted it.

They planned out the details of their plan of action, fully knowing the time limit that they currently have, 30 minutes should be enough time to find them all right?

[-x-x-]

In Kazuichi’s opinion, he wasn’t really doing too hot. Mentally, not physically. Which was a given but he’s never felt more pathetic ever since moving to Hope’s Peak. Ever since moving away from his old man.

His past still continues to haunt him, his pathetic actions and decisions that earned him respect in the short term but damaged it in the long run when the people he tried to please realized that everything was a front.

Dying his hair to the single most striking color he can find and styling it as edgy as possible. He hoped to get a few girls doing so. He did, but not the ones he wanted. All he got were the bimbos that dressed way too slutty and were barely allowed in the school’s premises.

His front was the tough guy that you shouldn’t mess with. Really bad idea since he couldn’t really put up any fight without his ‘friends’. He had to rely on them on the scruffles they’ve had with the other kids in school and even from other schools.

Why couldn’t he just be himself?

He knew the answer to that. Of course he did, he simply denied it. He was a loser, a pitiful fucking loser. Through and through. His true self didn’t want to be an outcast. So he tried to copy those that got the girls, that got the reputation, that got the street cred. Big mistake.

Kazuichi was in the middle of an ongoing war against kids that were so fed up with his group’s bullshit. The amount of times that he wore makeup just to hide the bruises and marks he's gotten was way more than he can count on both hands. Ignoring the ones that he got from his home as well.

But who would accept him? No one would’ve. He knows that Hajime and Chiaki are gonna one day just leave him for another group once they realize how useless he really is. So what he can do some engineering? That’s just the talent, not the person.

He’s seen what the class has done to Hanamura, he’s definitely next in class to be outcast and looked down upon. Sonia-san never gave him anything aside from the look of pity. Their teacher studies him like a lost animal. She’ll give up on him like everyone else has.

Why did his old High School have to be so close to Hope’s Peak, only being four stations away. He just had to be slapped with reality. It had been a long time coming, he was living in pure bliss on campus. Ignoring anything outside of it, he was doing perfectly fine. That nightmare last night certainly didn’t help. He was reliving the scene from yesterday.

Looking in the present time, he saw Koizumi’s friends squabbling about some bullshit he didn’t care for, Kazuichi wasn’t feeling like talking to these guys.

He got up and started walking off to the escalators.

“Where are you going?” The Reserve Course chick asked.

“Upstairs, I’m bored here.” He voiced, not even looking back.

“Oi, you can’t just up and leave.” Saionji pointed out.

“I can and I will.” Not stopping in his tracks.

“You’re just gonna leave Nanami here? Isn’t she your buddy?” The green-haried girl asked.

“You guys can entertain her for me, I’m gonna look around the mall, I left my handbook in class and forgot to charge my phone last night.”

“Fine, then we’re gonna join you.” She declared.

“What? You’re not gonna let Saionji finish her food?” Pointing out the barely touched udon bowl.

“Eh, it wasn’t like she can anyways.” She shrugged off. “Okay guys c’mon let’s go, chop chop!”

“H-Huh?! W-Why? S-Shouldn’t we w-wait for H-Hinata-kun and K-Koizumi-san to c-come back?”

“Pig barf makes a good point here, I’m not leaving until Nee-san comes back!” She blew a raspberry towards the greenette.

“Well, what if I buy you some of that expensive candy from the store?”

“H-Huh?” The dancer looked surprised by her offer. “I’m not going to be swayed by your bribe, bitch!”

“Last chance. Yes or no? You only get one more chance at this, plus it’s not like we're going that far away, it’s just upstairs and we can message them.”

The blonde looked very torn until… “...Fine, this is a one time thing okay? I just want my candies, my family doesn’t give me enough allowance to buy it every week like I used to.” She pursed her lips.

“As long as you come, doesn’t matter what your reason is.”

“What’s yours then?” He asked, curious as to why she wanted to bug him so bad.

“There’s a sale in a store upstairs that ends today at 5 and my classes finish at 5. I don’t wanna miss it since they close so early.” She admitted, knocking on her head. “Their clothes are really cute, lemme tell ya.”

‘That’s an awful fucking excuse, you’re gonna ditch your friend for that? Then again, I’m not that much better.’

“I guess…” That was all he could muster as a response.

“Anyone else don’t wanna come?” No one had any objections. “Let us advance! Mahiru-chan won’t mind me doing this since she knows I’ve been wanting to get some clothes for a while.”

They exited the food court and stepped on the escalator towards the higher floors. Didn’t matter if they came or not, he was planning on ditching them and getting some alone time.

[-x-]

The boy finally got the chance to split off from the main pack, which already got split as soon as the main culprit of the ‘ditch the lovebirds’ gang sprung off into the store she wanted to. Tsumiki was the only one to stay with her since she was the only one that wanted to help her carry the shopping bags.

He looked away for a moment and Chiaki vanished in the crowd. There goes the only one he can really talk to, not that he wanted to even talk in the first place. The girl looked really down today, probably because she couldn’t play any games. Swap batteries only really last you a couple hours and she’s been playing since this morning non-stop. Everytime he looked at her, she just glanced at the ground until he looked elsewhere, she was definitely starting to distance herself.

Saionji went back to the food court as soon as she got what she wanted. Though, did she even know how to get back there? The dancer was a High School student but she acts and has the mentality of a twelve year old. There was no chance she knew how to get back down, especially with a big mall like Sonohara.

The only one that stayed with him was surprisingly enough, Mioda. The musician didn’t say anything at all, she just gazed forward, thinking about something. He’s never seen her this serious, ever really. She had a really forlorn look to her, not unlike her normal upbeat normal expression.

“Ne, Soda-chan, why do you look so sad today?” She immediately broke the ice and annihilated it.

‘Talk about subtlety…’ He sweatdropped from her honesty, even if he respected her for being so direct.

“Didn’t really sleep well last night.” His usual excuse for tiredness, works pretty well. Most of the time.

“Is that really it? Ibuki’s pretty sure the coffee you took this morning would’ve done the job.”

“You were up too?” He bit his tongue that she caught his lie.

“Ibuki likes to run in the morning to stretch herself up.” She explained herself, placing both indexes on her temples.

“Really? I would’ve thought you’d just be playing in your lab.”

“Nope, Ibuki’s not fully awake just yet. Giving it Ibuki’s all in music is what it's about!” She took an aggressive stance and pointed at him. “So, running twenty kilometers is what Ibuki does to wake up!”

“TWENTY?!” Even he was taken aback by the information. “How?! You don’t even look remotely close to athletic!”

“Appearances are nothing but an illusion, my friend!” Her nose grew in size like Pinnochio would. “Ibuki can match Owari-chan in track and field.”

“Holy shit.” This ridiculous revelation somewhat lifted his spirits, if not for a small amount of time. “I’m surprised you weren’t scouted for that.”

“Ibuki’s simply better in the sector of melody.” She boasted.

‘If only you didn’t make any depressing earrapes, people would actually listen to them.’ He noted in his head.

“I guess…”

“Why don’t you join Ibuki?”

“Nah, nah, I don’t really like cardio like that.” He waved his hands in denial. “If I ever exercise, I’d rather do some musculation so I can actually not be a twig.”

“Awn, c’mon, I wouldn’t mind having a running partner!”

“I’m not kidding when I say this, I only last like twenty seconds.” He said until he realized. “Wait, not like that, in running yeah?”

It seemed like the girl didn’t even notice the innuendo. “Well, that’s a start, you can never start at the highest level you can. You gotta learn the basics before you master your craft.”

“That’s true, I guess, but I don’t really think I’ll have the motivation to run like you do.” He admitted, looking around to see the stores around them. They were coming around a corner where there was a music store.

“Well, have you done any sports before?”

“I can snowboard.” Thinking of the things on top of his head. “I can ride motorcycles too, if only in private properties since I don’t have the license.”

“THAT’S SO RAD!” Her eyes were shining stars. “HOW COME YA DIDN’T TELL ANYONE BEFORE?!”

“Cuz no one asked me, why would they anyway?” Waving her enthusiasm off and letting some of his dejection leak. “Everyone thinks I’m only good at using a wrench and nothin’ else.”

“Well, you can ignore those clowns!” She reassured him. “People always think all Ibuki can do is music so Ibuki always jumps at the chance to show off her other skills!”

“That’s nice.” He kinda admired her optimism, even somewhat blinding his pessimism. “You wanna go inside the store? Maybe you have some stuff you wanna check out.”

“Bet!” She practically dragged him inside even though he was the one who suggested the idea.

“Ooh, they sell records too, I’ve been meaning to get some myself.” He saw an entire section littered with nothing but vinyls.

“Hoh, Soda-chan has a turntable?” She seemed very animated at that fact.

“Yeah, built it with scraps myself looking at some blueprints online.” He flicked his nose in boast. It was his time to actually show off.

“Impressive, young Soda.” She nodded her head like a proud master would. “Would you perhaps let your sensei Ibuki use it?”

‘Since when did we have this dynamic? Whatever, I’ll roll with it…’

“Sure, just give me a few days to find it in my lab, it's somewhere in the pile I’ve built this year.” He gave her permission. “What kind of records do you have?”

“Uhh, none actually.” She knocked her head. “Ibuki is going to buy them right now.”

‘Bruh, if you have nothing to play, then why ask for a turntable.’ The mechanic shook his head in confusion. “What kind are you going to buy?”

“Whichever cover looks the best!” She zoomed towards the vinyl section of the store.

“Wait up!” He caught up and saw her holding two albums in her hands. One had a naked baby chasing money underneath water, the genitals were rightfully censored. The other had a guy smoking a cigar on top of a table with a blue hue surrounding it.

“Which one should Ibuki choose?” Not even giving him much time to think about the question. He just went with his initial reaction.

“I would prefer the one without the baby in it.” He said without even knowing which one was better.

“Okey dokes!” She replaced the baby record and walked a bit forward and picked another two. “How about these two?”

One had an old photo of a family at a dinner with their eyes blacked off besides the toddler, with shorts on, in the middle. The next one had a man and woman dressed in pretty old clothes. The man had his left foot on a step tool while the woman laid her leg on top of it.

“Again, the one without a child in it. Their poses look really cool.” He chose.

“Awesome, one more then!” The girl placed them in a basket she acquired out of nowhere. He simply accepted the fact that she spawned it with magic. Walking around the sector and choosing three this time around.

The first one involved a guy with spiky hair heavily smothered with blue and green. It looked glitched in a way, the dude’s face looked very abstract, his eyes seemed like they were melting. The second involved another guy staring straight at you. A circular arrows with horns, within it, the other side of the man, now wearing sunglasses and being less saturated than the outside. The final one included was more simple, only having the title of the band at the top and a little skeleton marching at the bottom.

“Well, all of them look pretty damn good to me.” Expressing his opinion.

“Ibuki wouldn’t mind getting all of them!”

“How do you even have the money to splurge this much, this is thousands of yen gone in an instant.”

“It’s because Ibuki has royalties on her popular songs.” She pulled up a peace symbol.

“Oh yeah, kinda forgot you’re a pop star.” The boy scratched his head.

“Ibuki’s trying her best not to get stuck in that lane, so, Ibuki’s breaking the mold and branching out into other genres.”

“That’s good and all but… maybe you aren’t doing it right.” He admitted to her face, not really feeling like being subtle.

“How come?” She asked, curious for his response.

“Well, from the samples I’ve heard from your class performances, they don’t really have a structure to them. Look, I know you’re trying to reinvent the formula but you still need some cohesion to make something work. You can’t just make a bike with wheels only, you gotta get the frame, handle and everything in there before you can even call it a bike.

“So… Ibuki’s songs right now, suck.”

“Yes.” He needed to state it or they would be going around in circles. “I’ve heard some good heavy metal songs, the last few you made weren't hitting it for me. You have to pivot a little bit and add a bit more.”

“Hmm, I see.” That was the first time he’s heard her refer to herself in first person.

“Your riffs at the moment are pretty bland as well, they aren’t anything special but since you’re an Ultimate, pretty sure you can manage in due time.”

“No one has told Ibuki that her songs sucks before.” Her mouth started bubbling up. “This is a first for Ibuki.”

‘Either they were miraculously enjoying themselves or you knocked them out of it to even express themselves.’ He chuckled in his head before shrugging outside of it. “First time for everything.”

“Can Ibuki request something?” A lightbulb lit up.

“If it’s reasonable, I’on see why not.”

“Can you please critique my music?” Her hands were laced together, urging him to accept. Begging him.

“Huh? Why?” Confused as to why an Ultimate would request such a thing to a guy that doesn’t know much about the field.

“Because Ibuki’s never really done this genre before, Ibuki’s only heard of one metal song.”

‘ONE?! No wonder you suck!’

“Bro what?! Then why would you even change genres?!”

“Because Ibuki got tired of the same old formulas pop relies on. Ibuki accidentally played the wrong radio on the way home and heard a taste of what metal was. Ibuki instantly fell in love!”

“Why didn’t you listen to more songs then?” That would’ve been the first step in anyone’s mind.

“It’s because Ibuki thought Ibuki had everything in her hands. After that point, Ibuki got cocky. No one told Ibuki off till you did.”

“Wait wait wait. I just want you to clarify, the reason you left your band is because you accidentally heard a metal song on the radio?”

“Correct.” She had the gall to be cocky about that.

Such a Mioda thing to do, he shook his head. “Alright fine, I’ll help ya.”

“THANK YOU, SODA-CHAN!” She jumped on top of him and hung on. “THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU TH-” He clamped her mouth shut.

“Get off! People are looking at us.” He tried to pull her off but she was stronger than anticipated. Letting her stay there till she got bored was the only thing he could do. “Let’s just go to the counter and get outta here. I’ve already embarrassed myself enough.”

That’s what he felt like on the outside. But internally, he felt grateful that he wasn’t left alone with his depressing thoughts. He didn’t feel like everything was crumbling all around him, even if they were.

Distractions were nice and all but he can’t just ignore it completely. But how would he even do so without breaking down? That’s what he had to figure out all on his own. He couldn’t rely on anyone because he didn’t want to seem more useless than he already was.

If he couldn’t manage all on his own, he wasn’t worthy of anyone’s time.

“Soda-chan, Soda-chan!” The girl proceeded to yell into his ear, breaking his growing thoughts. “Ibuki’s craving for some ice cream, can you please carry Ibuki there?”

“Hell fucking no!” ‘You’re kinda heavy!’ He didn’t have the heart to say that. Though, he knew he was just too weak and flimsy for a teenage boy.

“Pwease~?” She gave him baby eyes which almost worked.

“No, I’m not doing that.” Not only was it very physically straining, he was going to incinerate whatever dignity he had left.

“Killjoy.” She pouted and finally jumped off him.

[-x-]

Everything was going well, the two of them went back to the food court. The girl got the treat she wanted as they sat down. But a gush of wind blew past as a shadow of a demon appeared in front of them.

“AHA, THERE’S THE FIRST BATCH OF ROTTEN ORANGES!” That voice made him shrill. He completely forgot they had class!

“S-Sensei! Fancy m-meeting you here.” He played it off cool, or at least he tried to.

“Sensei! You want some ice cream?” Offering up her own cone instead of opting to buy a new one.

“That’s nice of you to offer but I would have to say no this time.” The older woman held up a hand. “You rotten oranges are fifteen minutes late now. I had to cancel class early because half of you didn’t show up!”

“Oh, Ibuki’s sorry! Ibuki didn’t mean to skip class! Honest!” She licked her ice cream.

“My Handbook has no battery so I didn’t even realize what time it was, I didn’t mean to skip at all.”

“No excuses!” Giving out an X symbol with her fingers. “I don’t want to hear it, I needed all of you back to class but you completely forgot about it, that's unacceptable!”

“Is there going to be a punishment…?” He sweatdropped, fully knowing it was a rhetorical question.

“Of course there is!” She said with the biggest smile and the most sadistic eyes he’s ever seen. “I wouldn’t be such a good teacher otherwise.”

“We’re so dead…” He whispered to him and Mioda.

“Indeed.” She nodded in acceptance.

“Although, if you two help me find the others, I’m willing to be more merciful on your penalty. I’m still deciding on which punishment you guys are going to receive.”

“Sure, we wouldn’t mind that. Wouldn’t we, Mioda?” He smiled ear to ear.

He was sure that anyone else would’ve done the same thing he was. It may be a form of snitching but you gotta protect your own skin if push comes to shove. Though, he should keep his mouth shut since he was the one that wanted to split off and cause everyone to become late in the first place.

“Not at all.” She grinned.

Chapter Text

[-x-]

Hajime was walking down the hallway towards class. It was early morning as usual, he took his two shots of espresso and was ready to take on the day. But knowing his class, it might be better for him to be knocked out instead of living amongst the chaos.

It’s been a week since the very eventful ‘Conditioner questline’ situation, happily dubbed by Chiaki, happened. Nothing big has occurred since then but he knew it wasn’t going to last very long. 

It would’ve been a waste not to take advantage of the current peace he had, so he happily looked up some meditation guides online. He hasn’t found his inner peace just yet but he felt like it was helping him.

Luckily enough, his teacher didn’t do anything to awaken him like she usually does. Perhaps, she was too distracted by something else. Was it because of the meeting she had last week? Hajime shook his head. He didn’t need to occupy his thoughts with something that doesn’t concern him.

Just simply appreciate the peace-

“HINATA!” Oh great, the bells of his demise were ringing.

“What’s up, Nidai?” He turned around to see the manager barreling in his direction.

“I SEE THAT YOU’RE MORE ENERGETIC THAN USUAL.” Nidai commented as he inspected his classmate.

“Yeah, I finally got the chance to dri-” Not even letting him finish.

“DID YOU FINALLY RELIEVE YOURSELF?!” 

“Huh?! What the fuck?!” Does he mean that?! Why the hell would you ask that?!

“HAVE YOU FINALLY FIGURED OUT HOW TO DO ‘IT’?!” Even more cryptic bullshit!

“Hell no! I’m not even sure what you’re talking about!” 

“HMPH, IT LOOKS LIKE I’M STILL THE ONLY ONE THAT CAN PERFORM ‘IT’… FOR NOW.” The giant marched towards the class and left Hajime in a state of disbelief. He definitely didn’t believe Hajime.

‘What the fuck does he mean?!’ The boy watched as his classmate disappeared into the stairs. ‘Okay, okay. It’s way too early for this. Let’s just pretend that nothing happened here.’

‘Breath… inhale… exhale… Don’t think about it’

He soon found himself inside the classroom. Half of the class had already sat down and were interacting with each other. Chiaki was striking up a conversation with Koizumi and Saionji was harassing her usual two targets in the form a weeping nurse and a downtrodden mechanic. Only Mioda was missing in the mix.

“Hey guys.” He greeted them as he sat down at his table.

“Good morning, Hajime-kun.” Chiaki lazily waved at him before turning her head back to Koizumi.

“Yo! Hajime!” Kaz hollered, his face just brightening ever so slightly before his attention was dragged back by the small blonde.

“Oi! I’m still talking to you!” The traditional dancer pinched his ear and dragged him back while the boy protested.

Since he doesn’t have anyone to talk to, he figured some pre-class meditation would help. Blocking out the noise, Hajime looked out the window. The rising morning sun blanketed the room with a warm orange tint. It wasn’t something he normally sees with good sleep(relatively) and caffeine so he exhaled happily.

As stressing as managing the class was, the highlights (almost) made it worth pulling his hair out. The bullshit he had to comb throug-. ‘Shh, don’t think about the negatives, it’ll only bring you down. Breathe~. And focus on the good stuff.’

The laughs he’s been getting from them are steadily increasing. He didn’t know how to describe it, the vibe was just simply getting better. They're all getting progressively more personal. Hell, even Saionji and Kuzuryu were participating at times, though distantly on both accounts.

There was always something that could make him relieve the stress of working constantly and going to school so early in the morning. Theoretically speaking, he shouldn’t even be able to get out of bed but somehow, he manages. Even if it was a struggle to adapt in the beginning.

It was a nice feeling to belong somewhere after being constantly outed in his old high school. To be fair, he either looked like an alcohol stinking zombie or he skipped, there wasn’t anything in between. At least his grades were pretty good, which baffled pretty much everyone including himself.

He never really thought how lucky he really was when he got into Hope’s Peak. Being caught up in work and classroom bullshit will do that but he ignored that detail. He was just somehow serving the one guy that scouts the students. The heavens really granted him a one in a million opportunity. 

Kizakura just happened to appear one day and from then on became his most regular regular. It really didn’t help the man’s alcoholism but at least his and his boss’ pockets were filled whenever he sat down at Valhalla.

How does he even thank the man? Infinite drinks at the bar he’ll work at in the future? No, that would make his efforts be in vain. He couldn’t think of anything right no-

A paper ball hit him square on the forehead. “Oi, I was talking to you, Hinata.” A slightly annoyed Koizumi was staring him down. I guess his meditation time was up.

“Oh, ma bad. I was just thinking about… things.” Hajime didn’t really feel like spilling his thoughts so early in the morning. 

“Whatever, just answer my question.” She leaned in, a bit too close that he couldn’t ignore the strawberry perfume that hit his nostrils. “Do you know what happened to those two?”

She pointed at two people in particular, the newly arrived Mioda and the marginally more upbeat Kaz. They were chatting up a storm and ignoring the pesky dancer’s refusal to give their attention. The nurse slowly backed up and hid behind the teacher’s podium.

“Not really.” He told her ear, getting more of the scent from earlier. “They’ve been like that since last week and I haven’t really pried Kaz about it. Didn’t feel like intruding.”

“Isn’t your job intruding on other people’s business? How is this different?” She leaned away and Hajime was slightly disappointed.

“Well for one, they usually spill the information without me asking them.”

“Don’t give me that. I’ve seen the interviews you do with Komaeda. You’re not one to stay out of people’s business.” She grilled him further.

“That’s was a different case, unless I know the other person isn’t personally getting offended and or hurt, I’m not going to push further.” This was getting a little serious.

“Fine, but aren’t you curious?”

“Yeah but I’m just putting my distance right now and seeing where that goes. If anything, you should ask Chiaki to do that instead of me.”

The mentioned girl raised her head from her Swap but returned her attention when she realized that no one was looking at her directly.

“Why her? You’re the specialist here.”

“Because she knows more of the subject and has a more personal approach. What got you so curious about this anyways? Normally you’d stay away as far as you can from Kaz.”

“That’s taking it a bit far. But I can’t really deny that. He’s obnoxious and downright creepy at times.” She leaned against the wall and snuck a glance once again. “Mioda’s a good friend of mine now and I don’t really think I can trust him.”

She wasn’t in the wrong. Kaz has acted very weird and sometimes out of pocket. He knew about her bias against the other sex, but Kaz was his friend, she can’t exactly go around and snoop when she really shouldn’t.

Though, he really didn’t want to start an argument with her so early in the morning. So, he let it go for now.

“If she’s your friend, why not go ahead and ask her yourself?” 

“She’d get suspicious and not tell me anything.” She twirled her hair between her fingers.

“Pretty sure there's a good chance she’d just up and tell you, it’s Mioda after all.” Placing his chin on his palm.

“Not this time, she hasn’t mentioned this once whenever we hang out.” She bit her cheeks. “It’s been worrying me.”

“There must be a good reason why. Typically she’s open about pretty much anything.”

“Yeah, I just find it weird that they’re getting so close all of sudden.”

“That too but let’s just let it be. They look like they’re having good time anyways, I mean just look at them.”

Kaz was actually smiling like his old self with the cackling musician. That was more than enough for him. He preferred not to look a gift horse in the mouth.

“Mahiru-nee! Help MFFHHH!” A call for help caught their attention, which turned into a shriek that can probably break someone’s glasses.

Turning their heads to the origin, they saw a very explicit image. Tsumiki, (again), managed to get herself on top of the traditional dancer in the position of the funny number. The worst part, the nurse’s behind was now on top of her face and in full display for everyone to witness.

“I-I-I’M SORRYYYYYY!!!” The nurse added in the screaming.

On top of the fact that they were both wrapped together by the bandages. He sighed… this was the FOURTH TIME this week. Baffled by the frequency, he tuned out the high pitched squeal coming from Saionji.

“Koizumi, it’s your turn.” He eyed her, face palming.

“I know, I know…” She marched forward and crouched to tell the dancer to stop the ear piercing sounds that can match even Nidai’s.

“I-I’M SO SORRYYYYYYY, I DIDN’T MEAN IT!!!!”

“CAN YOU FUCKERS SHUT YOUR TRAPS?! ITS TOO FUCKING EARLY!” The yakuza’s nerves finally bursted.

“Boss baby’s right! You guys shouldn’t break my ears so early! Wait till after lunch!” She picked her ear.

“THE HELL DID YOU SAY, TITS FOR BRAINS?!” He was ready to brawl.

“Oh my, is this perhaps… hope? Hope can be found in the midst of chaos! HAhahA, I’m being drowned by hope!” The resident luckster began to hug himself and drool.

“SILENCE!” A deep voice came from the right. An irritated breeder came into view. “I am not willing to endure the wailings of the childish imp or any of you inferior beings!.” That only worsened the shrills, to the dismay of everyone with their mouths shut.

Tanaka helped the Koizumi in untying the two girls from their predicament. It took them a little while but they managed to get the two up on their feet. 

“The Supreme Overlord of Ice shall curse you with the spell of Mutism!” As grand and imposing as that sounds, he only wrapped some of his own bandages around the blonde’s mouth to her muffled but quiet protest. “Is your being swell, fellow damned?” He asked the nurse.

“Y-Yes, Tanaka-san. T-Thank you for h-helping me…!” The nurse was now weeping in happiness.

Now, this he didn’t expect. Tanaka and Tsumiki again? This was getting wackier by the minute. The class was slowly spiraling into pandemonium. The yakuza and gymnast were now stuck in a screaming competition. Komaeda’s rants and Nidai’s booming laugh certainly didn’t help much. Their resident animator stepped out of the room to find quiet, something he did more often than talk. 

Tanaka clapped his hands, creating a loud reverberation to attract anyone’s attention who wasn’t screaming. “Your soul is now binded to repay your debt, lest you suffer through another curse from The Overlord himself.”

‘What’s his game here…’ 

“H-Huh? I s-suppose? W-What do y-you propose? W-Would you like to s-see me n-naked?” She said, already unbuttoning her uniform.

“Tsumiki, don’t!” The bartender yelled from the back of the room.

“Hold on a second, Tsumiki-chan!!” The photographer gripped the nurse’s arms before she did anything drastic. “Tanaka! How selfish are you to ask for a favor after helping someone?”

“Hmph! Withdraw from this argument, collector of time fragments! This is not a battle you will be the victor of.” He closed his eyes and didn’t even meet her eye.

“Oh, I might surprise you…” 

“Tch, you DARE oppose he who controls who holds the power of birthing blizzards?!” He did a few jutsus movements with his hands.

“Oh, get off your high horse already!” She crossed her arms.

“Hey, hey.” The soft spoken voice of their class rep echoed through the room but it wasn’t quite enough.

“ALRIGHT!” Hajime wanted to squash this already, so with all his will, chanelled his inner Nekomaru fucking Nidai. “WILL YOU GUYS SHUT YOUR MOUTHS FOR A SINGLE GODDAMN SECOND?!”

Dead silence. Huh, that worked. His throat ached and he desperately needed a glass of water now though. “*ahem*.”

“Thank you, Hajime-kun.” She held his hand for a second before letting go.

The entire class awaited her. “You guys shouldn't raise your voices against each other. It doesn’t accomplish much when you do so. How could you when the only goal is to one up someone’s volume?” Looking directly at the athlete and mob boss.

“Alright, fine, whatever.” He leaned back on his chair and closed his eyes.

“You’re the boss, Nanami!” 

“It’s really hard to be open minded when you always think you’re in the right. So, why not ask the other person before throwing any accusations, no matter how suspicious it might be. Or, that’s what I think the best thing to do is.”

"But, Nanami-chan. He's up to no good!" The redhead defended her stance. “It’s just too fishy that he asks right after helping her.”

"I don't think so, Tanaka-kun might be cryptic but he isn't that type of person. Are you not?"

He figured to just let Nanami do her thing at this point. She was doing wonders in putting out the uncontrollable fire.

"I swear with my whole spiritual being that I am here with honest intentions. I am only asking for my favor to be returned.”

"What is that favor then, Tanaka-kun?"

"I wish for the Mistress of Restoration to pamper the Devas.” Hiding his face underneath his scarf, clearly covering a now deepening blush.

…

“H-Huh?” Tsumiki reacted first, confused.

“R-Really?” Hajime was flabbergasted.

“That’s it?” Koizumi stomped the ground. “Then, why’d you make it sound like you wanted something more?!”

“I did no such thing.” He averted his gaze, staring into the beautiful rising sun.

“See, Koizumi-san? Tanaka-kun can be deceiving with his words but he means well. As does anyone in our class.”

“Y-You’re right.” Clutching her camera and fiddling with it.

“Now, the one dubbed the ‘Ultimate Nurse’. Soothe these beasts desires.” The hamsters popped out of his scarf.

“A-Ah… M-Moh…” She fiddled with her skirt, preferring to avert her eyes. “D-Do I-I really h-have to…”

“You’ve signed the pact.” All his devas lined up on his right arm. “You shall honor it, lest you endanger your soul.”

“B-But…! T-They’ll bite meeee!!!” She squealed, slowly backing away from the breeder.

“There is no use for dread. I assure you with my demonic soul that the Devas are not going to devour you.” He slowly walked forward.

Her back hit the wall and she had no other choice. He lifted his arm to let the hamsters get close to the girl.

“Yo, Koizumi, the hell is this?”

“I… I honestly don’t know. This looks like it was stolen out of a shoujo manga.”

“Where the main character is a chuuni and the girl is a klutz.”

“Exactly.”

“Our classmates are sorta eccentric aren’t they?”

“You can say that again. Don’t forget to add crazy though.”

“Course.”

“Now, do as they request.” The biggest of them all was first, if he remembered correctly, it was Cham-P. The girl whimpered as she slowly extended her hand and quickly retracted it. “Do not be fearful, I have tamed these beasts to the best of my abilities.”

“O-Okay…” Her eyes slowly watering as she lowered her hand on the animal’s head. It took her a while but she began petting more. “H-Heh… H-Hehe. He’s so soft~…”

The girl was now giggling to herself as she continued to stroke it. It was a very abnormal sight for the nurse. Hajime was shocked that she wasn’t stumbling out of nowhere. She even used her other hand to pet the sleeping Jum-P. She was in such a state of bliss that he swore he saw flowers floating around her.

She did the same thing for the remaining devas, to the delight of the breeder.

“Jeez, it was that easy?”

“Yes, it was. You don’t really have to be so protective of the girls, y’know?”

“Who are you to tell me what to do?”

“The only rational person you can relate to. Just cut back on the mother hen status sometimes. You might even keep some of your red hair.”

“I’ll think about it.”

The door slid open as soon as the bell rang. Their teacher arrived and everyone got back to their usual spots.

“Good morning, class!” The bubbly teacher greeted. “I’m going to take attendance real quick and we can proceed on with our usual plans. Which, if I’m looking at it right, we’re going to be swimming!”

The entire class cheered!

[-x-]

It was slightly earlier than lunchtime, and since the cafeteria kitchen was now fully renovated and fixed, he had to return to his duties as the server and make a punch for everyone to drink. This is his talent cultivation “period” after all.

He opened the door and was greeted with an unpleasant sight. 

“Look what the cat dragged in the room.” A very familiar face tipped his hat. 

“The hell does that mean?” Hajime ignored the man and walked past him. He opened the fridge that was very stocked up on pretty much anything a chef and especially a bartender would want. He grabbed the lemon oleo-saccharum he made the other day and a handful of his favorite fruit. 

“Dunno, I just wanted to say it.” The fedora wearing man chuckled. “Long time no see class rep. How’s class treatin’ ya?”

‘I can’t wait for this normal conversation to piss me off when he pulls his usual bullshit.’

He plopped all the fruits into the sink and went back to grab two cans of ginger ale and a whole jug of cranberry. Opening the cabinet, he pulled out a big bowl and set it right next to the sink.

“It's been more positive than negative lately. Yukizome-sensei has a way of pulling us all together.” He gave the man his two cents as he recited the poem in his head. ‘One of sour, two of sweet, none of strong and four of weak.’ 

“That’s good, that’s good. I’m glad she replaced me then.”

He twisted the cap over from his jar of oleo-saccharum and poured one three ounces. “Yeah, you were god awful. Half the time you were hungover.” The bartender then scooped about 6 tablespoons of demerara sugar and mixed it with the liquid.

“You barely even attended class.” Kizakura-san almost tripped himself.

“Doesn’t really take a genius to figure that out.” Looking at the man for a brief second, before coming back to his duties.

“Damn, you really don’t hold back, do ya? But yeah, I’ll admit I wasn’t really the best educator.”

“I’m surprised Kirigiri-kōchō even gave you a job teaching students.” Cutting the oranges in half, he placed them inside a juicer and observed the fruits get squished. 

“Trust me, I told him not to give me the spot but we really needed teachers. We still do.”

“It shouldn’t really be hard to hire people, shouldn’t it? There should be plenty of qualified people.” He placed the jug on top of a scale and zeroed it. It measured 4 kilos so he poured some out until he reached 1kg.

“Yes but finding the best ones for the academy can prove difficult. Rarely do Ultimates come back to teach here so we have to hire lower grade teachers.” 

“That’s a bit harsh don’t you think?”

“It’s just the reality, most teachers here last a year, maybe two before fully quitting because of the insane standard that the school imposes on them.”

“Don’t most students skip anyways?” The orange was now fully processed so he poured all of it, while straining it of course. 

“Yes, but the ones that stay are quite a handful. Ultimates tend to be regardless of their background. Your class just happens to have the rowdiest bunch we’ve ever had.”

He cracked the cans open and poured them. “I’ve witnessed it first hand. It can get really bad at times. I’m glad Yukizome’s our teacher, I don’t think anyone else is qualified to be honest.” The last ingredient he added was the cranberry juice inside the bowl.

“You might be right about that, she’s already reigned you guys in good.” His words betrayed the grimace he had on his face.

“What’s the face for?” He dropped about a dozen ice cubes before he mixed it with the ladle.

“Well, she could certainly do a better job at leashing your class. She usually pours more fuel because it promotes being youthful.”

“How would you even go about that? I don’t think it's possible to fully manage 77-B.”

“*Sigh* You’ll see what I mean when you mean the Council, They aren’t really pleased with how you guys run.”

“And now you’re starting to scare me.” Pointing the tool at him.

“I think you guys will do fine. There’s no way Jin would just kick you guys out but there's also no way that you’ll get out of this unscathed.”

“That’s even more ominous than before!”

“Hey hey, don’t shoot the messenger. I just wanted to catch up with my favorite student.” He approached and wrapped his arms around the boy.

“Let me go!” Pulling himself away from the man.

“Alright, alright. Jeez kid. You have no chill sometimes.”

“Only gets worse if you're in the perimeter.”

“Ouch. Listen, I’m being completely honest here. I missed ya.”

“No tricks? No bullshit? This is bait isn’t it?”

“C’mon, do you have so little trust in me?”

“...”

“Damn.” He lowered his hat in melancholy.

“I’m fuckin with ya don’t worry. I missed you too, I just still haven’t forgiven you for that prank.” Tapping the man’s shoulder.

“You had me worried there for a sec.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“You kinda did but moving on. You have your sights on any girls?”

“Huh?!” Hajime blushed.

“Girls? Any you’re interested in?”

“Hell no I don’t! I don’t have time for a relationship. You know this.”

“True but you never really know. A lot of graduates often marry the one they dated in school. Just another guarantee for ya in Hope’s Peak.” He winked at the bartender who simply gave him the stink eye.

“As pleasant as that sounds, I’d prefer not getting one at all. I barely even have time for myself, what makes you think I’d sacrifice that?” He crossed his arms.

“That’s what you’re saying right now. You never know though. Welp! That’s all I had to say. See ya in another three months, Hinata.” He saluted before heading off into the cafeteria.

“What was that about?” He walked back and picked up his bowl to carry to the front.

“Did I hear someone say… relationship~” The chef popped out of his hole.

“No you didn’t. In fact, erase everything you just heard from your memory or I’ll karate chop you again.”

“Whatever you say, Hinata-kun~.” That made him shiver to his deepest bones.

[-x-]

All three of them were all standing in front of the door. It was slightly bigger than usual and had a big metal nameplate with the engraved kanji of the Student Council and its members just underneath. He counted forteen names.

“Well, that’s really fancy.” Hajime commented.

“It’s Hope’s Peak, they go pretty over the top with the small stuff.” Kaz replied, sliding his hands over the masterful engravings.

“You’re not wrong. Though, I feel like this makes the room more intimidating rather than inviting.”

“It really looks like the quest room before the final boss..” Chiaki tapping her fingers together.

“Yeah, it’s pretty daunting…” Loosening up his necktie just a little bit.

“C’mon guys, why are we so scared of a door?” The mechanic placed his hands on their shoulders.

“I’m not scared, I’m just slightly nervous.” The bartender looked at his friend. “We’re about to meet the Student Council in the best High School in Japan, I feel like they’re bound to be angry with the way our class treats the school.”

“Well, if you put it that way…” Kaz grimaced. 

“Guys, we won’t get anywhere if we just stay here and let our nerves get to us.” The gamer expressed, turning around to face them both. “This should be nothing compared to our class.”

“Righty-O, Chiaki!” The pink haired boy clapped.

“Alright, let’s head in then.” Hajime pushed the door to the side and was greeted by an air of authority.

“So, you guys finally arrived.” A collected voice of a guy announced itself as Hajime entered the room. “The representatives of the infamous 77-B.”

“Come on in you guys!” Another voice, this time, a girl’s.

The three of them stepped foot. And all of them were surprised with what they saw. The room looked like their school’s library but much more amplified. The first floor had its walls filled to the brim with books and records, all with a rustic construction. Tables littered across the room with accompanying armchairs.

Instead of the usual fluorescent bulb the halls and classrooms had, the room was lit from a hanging chandelier and scattered pseudo torches. Very, very victorian. Clearly the one who designed it had a vision in mind.

They climbed the stairs of the mezzanine made from rough cut oak that housed the equally rustic round table of the Council. There were fourteen chairs equally distributed around the table. Only four of the chairs were occupied.

“You can sit wherever you feel comfortable as most other members aren’t available at the moment.” The first voice from earlier said. It came from a pretty average looking guy, brown eyes, brown hair. Not really much standing out appearance wise aside from the white cuff around his right sleeve.

His demeanor and aura was what grabbed his attention. He wasn’t particularly intimidating or having a suffocating presence, he carried himself with a high sense of righteousness. Not the kind that you want to slap someone with for imposing on you, the kind that makes you want to follow the person.

“Since this is the first time we’re meeting. Introductions are in place. My name is Soshun Murasame, 76-B, Ultimate Student Council President.” Murasame-sama… -san, introduced himself.

“You probably already know us but, Hajime Hinata, 77-B, Ultimate Bartender.” He bowed unconsciously.

“I’m Kazuichi Soda, 77-B, Ultimate Mechanic, sir!” His friend bowed even lower.

“My name is Chiaki Nanami, I’m from 77-B and I’m the Ultimate Gamer.” Even the pink haired girl felt compelled to bow.

“Jeez, here goes the ‘Soshun effect’ again…” Another equally pink haired girl palmed her face.

“Hey, I can’t really control this y'know?” The council president pointed at the girl and shook his head in disapproval. “That’s not the point, you guys don’t really have to do all that. We’re all equals in this room.”

“Given that there’s a round table, I guess it fits the theme.” Hajime complied without much persuasion. All three sat down on the left side facing everyone else. All the members had their Hope’s Peak uniform worn so he felt slightly out of place with his usual white button up.

“My turn for the introduction! I’m Kiriko Nishizawa, 76-B, Ultimate Dressmaker and Soshun’s future girlfriend!” The newly introduced Nishizawa cheered as she failed to pounce on her leader. The girl was practically bursting with energy. She had her hair styled into buns with a red headband to support it.

“No we aren’t Kiriko-san!” Maneuvering around the table to avoid future embarrassment.

“Y-You should really stop teasing Murasame-san like that, Nishizawa-san…” A girl in a yellow bunny hoodie. She also had a permanent blush akin to Saionji. What stood out the most was her mismatched heterochromia eyes. “A-Anyways, my name is Aiko Umesawa and I am the Ultimate Social Media Manager and Music Producer, I-I’m from class 76-A.”

“Two talents?” Kaz voiced our thoughts. “Didn’t know it was even possible to be scouted twice.”

“Yes, Indeed. We’re lucky to be graced by someone as talented as her.” Murasame-san complimented his fellow member.

“I-It really isn’t that impressive. My t-talents just happen to be synced with my field.” She tapped her fingers together, eyes starting to moisten.

“Haha! Don’t downplay yourself like that, Umesawa-san!” He patted her arm which made her shoulders droop in embarrassment.

“That’s seriously impressive.” Hajime didn’t really realize multiple talents were a thing. “How come I’ve never heard of this before.”

“It’s because Aiko-chan uses an alias for her production. She prefers to stay anonymous.” The last person finally spoke. “My name is Karen Kisaragi and I’m the Ultimate Accountant. I come from the same class as Aiko-chan.”

“If you don’t mind me asking…” Chiaki looked at the accountant. “What is her stage name?”

“M-M-Mamba-chan…” The girl herself answered as she sunk in her hoodie like a turtle. 

“OHHHHH!” Him and Kaz instantly knew who it was. “You produced for PNGMAFIA and Tatsuki, The Destroyer?!”

“...Y-Yes…!” She sounded like she was about to cry. They all got up and surrounded her chair.

“Thank you for giving us the best album of the decade!” Kaz prostrated on the ground.

Hajime grabbed her hands and shook it like an overeager fangirl. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you. You don’t know how much I love your beats!”

“She’s also produced some of the best video game OSTs. I owe you a lot, Umesawa-san.” Chiaki patted the girl’s head inside the hoodie.

“Wow, these guys really like her music.” Nishizawa was caught off guard.

“Let them appreciate her. Umesawa-san has earned this praise.” The president was more than welcoming of it.

“P-P-Please don’t e-exaggerate!” She was now fully out of view, deflating even further. “I-I’m not that impressive..! I-I only really made the beats…”

Normally the ever stoic Hajime Hinata wouldn’t show his inner giddiness like this, but he made an exception to the artist he’s listened to the most. In part thanks to his boss who had some of her instrumentals on loop constantly. Meeting your favorite artist will always have anyone go gaga.

‘Oh she’s going to be so jealous once I tell her…’ He grinned ear to ear.

“Alright break it up, we have an important matter to discuss.” Kisaragi clapped and led them all back to the other side of the table. Then, she pulled the beat red producer out of her shell. Very authoritative for a quiet type.

“Onto business.” Murasame-san pulled out a folder from his carry bag. “The three representatives of class batch 77, section B, meeting commence.” His tone much more assertive.

That sounded more serious than he predicted this would be. Why does it feel like he’s in court defending some atrocious crime he committed? He eyed Kaz and all his friend gave was his pursed lips. They were in for something.

“You are hereby summoned by the Student Council for an introductory meeting.” Phew, nothing too serious then. “And the, for the sake of brevity, disturbance your class has caused the past few months.

‘Shit, nevermind. We are so fucked.’ He elbowed his friend, Kaz was now slowly sinking into the chair. He snuck a glance at Chiaki and for some ungodly reason, the girl was perfectly calm. ‘How do you do it, Chiaki… Couldn’t be me…’

“Now, now, no need to panic… too much. “ ‘Oh yeah, that’s definitely how you calm people down.’ It was Nishizawa talking now. “Your class is a special case. One of your better qualities is the fact that there’s three of you instead of one. I don’t think one of you guys would’ve been enough to put a leash on that chaos.”

“So, who’s the class president, vice president and officer? Normally there’s only the president shouldering all the burden. Your teacher hasn’t specified that in the documents so we might as well do that now.” Murasame-san had a form in hand.

“...Oh! Uhhh.” Hajime snapped out of his panic and glanced at his friends. “We really haven’t decided that.”

“Yeah, we don't really think about these things.” Kaz chuckled nervously.

“Someone just inevitably takes care of the situation. The titles didn’t really come into our minds.” Chiaki explained.

“Alright then, but for the documentation, I’m going to have to ask you to pick right now.” Kisaragi crossed her legs. “Better now than never.”

“O-Okay then…” He backed his chair up so he can chat with his friends without turning his head too much. That caused a high pitched squeak that he no one could ignore. “My bad… Um, since Chiaki was the one that won the votes, she’s president.”

“Sounds good to me, I didn’t really want the title to begin with.” His other male friend shrugged.

‘Nor did you want any responsibilities.’ Hajime snarkily responded in his head. ‘To be fair, I didn’t want it either.’

“Are you sure you guys? I don’t really think I’m fit for this title.” She blew up her cheeks. “I only really won because of luck. Aren’t you deciding this too quickly?”

‘You think we're fit?’ “I don’t think so, you’re built to be the president of the class. I don’t think me and Kaz can ever survive without you. Hell, you’re the only one who everyone listens to.”

“Yeah, Hajime’s right. Our limits are much lower compared to yours, plus you’ve been plannin’ more and more activities with Yukizome-sensei.”

“O-Okay then. If that’s what you guys decide, I’ll be the Class President.” She held her hand over her heart.

“Nice and easy. I have a question though.” Kaz directed his question towards the council conversing amongst themselves. “What’s a class officer?”

“The one who commands the class into conformity. Basically, the person who reigns the class and makes people listen to the president.”

“That sounds a whole lot like Hajime.” The mechanic grinned.

“Oi, the hell do you mean?” He squinted his eyes towards his friend.

“Kazuichi-kun is right. You’re the one keeps the class in check alongside Koizumi-san.” Chiaki tapped her finger on her cheek.

“Who’s that? Koizumi?” Nishizawa turned her head towards the accountant’s direction, she seemed to be the only one listening actively.

“Ultimate Photographer, the only other person that hasn’t cost us anything since their term started.” 

“Huh, surprised she didn’t get voted.” The dressmaker wondered.

“We treat her like our honorary member.” Hajime answered. ‘Cuz good god, I will go bald otherwise.’

“Moving on, that only leaves one spot.”

“So, I’mma be the vice president? What do I even do?”

“The gist of it is, you do the same thing as Nanami-chan here but you have to follow whatever she says.”

“Alright! I’m vice, Hajime is the officer and Chiaki is our president.” He offered his fist towards the two and they gladly returned.

Hajime dragged his chair back, to the dismay of everyone and the meeting carried on.

“Onto more… important matters.” The president placed his laced hands on the table. “You guys didn’t have any rep or reps for months now since only a handful of you actually attended. And now that Yukizome-sensei is making your attendance mandatory, you all have spiked up in attendance percentage.”

“W-Which isn’t normally bad but…” Umesawa slid a paper towards their side. “Your destruction percentage magnified too.”

“Your class…” Kisaragi pointed at three of them. “Has caused the school to spend more on repairs than in the past 5 years.”

Hajime clenched his hand so hard that they turned white.

“Combined.” Murasame-san finished.

“...Shit.” Was all he could manage. His friends were equally speechless.

“Haha! Indeed, Hinata-kun! It’s really surprising. Once Kisaragi-san ran the numbers, your class now ranks #6 in all of Hope’s Peak destruction spendings.”

“Scary part is… you haven’t even completed your first year.” Nishizawa sweatdropped.

“I-If you keep this up, you might be able to reach #1 by the end of your second year. And that’s saying something…” Umesawa looked down, “Since #1 destroyed the entire school.”

The reality of the situation came crashing down on him. Was there even a solution for this besides trying to pull back on their chaos? If that’s even possible, mind you. There was no way in hell. Just simply, no fucking way…

‘Was Kizakura wrong?’ Why did he think they would get away with a slap on the wrist?

He was so distracted by the hurricane of thoughts in his mind that suddenly snapped out of his stupor when his sleeve was being tugged by Chiaki. “Huh? W-What is it?”

“Let’s hear out what they have to say before we jump to conclusions.”

She was right. Panicking was not going to help any of them, he… just wasn’t used to dealing with things that can cripple his future. Especially one that basically secures it.

“Excellent. It isn’t really the end of the world. Since the school now has extra funding from the exorbitant tuition fee of the Reserve Course. Your class is walking away unscathed.” The president folded his sleeve.

“I hear a but coming from a mile away.” Kaz was tapping his foot rapidly underneath the table.

“Good catch Soda-kun. But, with the way that this graph is teetering more towards the direction above, I have a feeling that your safe status may be in jeopardy. Three or maybe even four disasters a month is a reasonable request.” Murasame-san stared at them in the eye, his brown eyes locked with his own. It felt like staring down a giant.

“Of what magnitude?” Hajime sweatdropped. This might make or break the deal.

“The cafeteria incident kind.”

“Sooo, if we limit our disaster counts to once per week.” The mechanic rubbed his hands together.

“Then, your class will continue on its track towards graduation!” Nishizawa spoke over her president.

“And what punishment would we receive if that isn’t met.” He just had to ask.

“Something you don’t want to know until you get there.” The president simply smiled. “But I trust you three that it won’t ever get to that.”

“A-All you guys have to do is not increase the trouble y-your class is already causing.” The dual talent girl declared. “I-I believe in you guys!”

“As do I. You are fellow Hope’s Peak students and I will hold you to that standard.” Murasame-san nodded in agreement.

“And we're going to make sure not to cause too much ruckus at the beach!” All three of them were shocked to see their teacher bust in through the door. “Soshun-kun! Long time no see!”

“Chisa-san!” The president waved at the approaching woman. “How have you been?”

“You know… so and so… The usual. How’s Kyosuke-kun’s position treating you?”

“Really working me to the bone, I always admired him for always keeping up with ease. What inspired your visit here?”

“Oh, I just need your treasurer here to sign my documents for approval.”

“Is this about the beach you’re talking about?”

“Yes, Kisaragi-chan. Would you please sign it for your onee-san~?” She puckered up her lips as she placed the papers on the table.

“Sensei, you know them?” Kaz asked her bluntly.

“Yep! They were my juniors when I was in my graduating year. My little cuddly potatoes.” She said, squeezing the cheek of the heterochromia girl. To their surprise, Umesawa did not protest, in fact she welcomed it.

“O-Onee-san…?! I-I told you to never bring that up ever again!” The stoic girl broke her air of indifference and yelled at their teacher.

“Heh, I-I’m sorry! It was just so cute, Karen-chan!” The orange haired woman came closer and pinched the girl’s cheeks.

“Hands off of me, heathen! Don’t ever call me a cuddly potato!” Slapping the housekeeper’s hands.

All of them simply watched in baffled silence as the two women grappled each other. Hajime broke the silence, “This used to happen often?”

“Yeah, Kisaragi-san really did not appreciate being coddled up.” Murasame-san, wait was he saying san the entire time? Murasame scratched his head.

They watched as the housekeeper tackled the accountant into the ground and began to tickle her. Man, even he felt bad for the embarrassment that the girl is receiving.

“I will kill you, Yukizome-senpahahaHAHA! HAHAHAHA!” The girl rolled around. “I’ll make sure none of the witnesses survive either! None of you will survive!”

“Is the meeting over?” Chiaki asked the president.

“O-Oh yes. It’s over.” Even Murasame was taken aback by the view. “The introductory meeting is over. We’ll probably summon you guys another time so make sure to be on standby then. Otherwise, we’ll see you guys next time!”

“B-Bye bye!” Umesawa waved goodbye.

“Catch you guys laters!” Nishizawa gave them a peace sign.

“BYE!!” The trio gave their farewells together. The three of them fast walked to the door as the cackling of the accountant slowly lessened.

“So, for our sake, let’s pretend that we never saw that when we see Kisaragi again, okay?” He asked the two once he closed the door.

“Got it.” Kaz unconditionally gave his approval.

“Agreed.” Chiaki nodded.

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[-x-]

Hajime slowly rustled awake in his futon. Gradually stretching all his joints as he pushed his blanket off. Debranching his phone from its cable, he got flashbanged by his brightness that he forgot to turn down from last night. Though, there was one slight detail that got him to spring into action immediately.

“Oh fuck!” He was running late. Very late. He would barely have time to even prepare his morning routine.

He got up and rushed towards the bathroom to brush his teeth as fast as possible. He couldn’t do anything else, no breakfast, no combing, hell, not even face washing. He was on the brink of being reprimanded by everyone for making them wait.

Taking on a shift last night was a big fat mistake. Not only did they have more rushes since the news broke out of him attending Hope’s Peak because of a certain IRL streamer who couldn’t shut their mouth, he was now dealing with an influx of new regulars that have been coming back on the daily. The bar barely had space to walk on.

God, how glad was he that he prepared all his necessities and clothes last night. Though, there was something he couldn’t find for the life of him.

“DAD!!” Screaming as he scrambled around the apartment after wiping his mouth.

“What?!” His father yelled from the kitchen.

“Where did you put my Hawaiian shirt?!” Hajime opened all the baskets of clothes they had, to no avail. He started to check the used clothes basket.

“What Hawaiian shirt?!” The son heard sputters of oil coming from whatever his dad was cooking.

“The one I bought TWO DAYS ago!” 

“You bought one?! Why the hell would you need one?!”

“I’m going on a field trip!”

“You are?!”

“Didn’t I tell you already?!”

“No you didn’t!”

“Yes I did! I even gave you the papers to sign!!”

“Oh right…” He heard his dad mumble.

“Don’t that to me right now! Tell me where you put my shirt!”

“I don’t know! I never even saw it!”

Hajime was already fed up with screaming at the top of their lungs. So, he approached the kitchen to see his father sitting down chugging his coffee over the pan.

His neighbors were certainly not pleased but hey, they do it more often than he and his father. 

“Are you sure? I threw it in the laundry so I could bring it today. And you washed the clothes last night.”

“Look, Hajime, I literally don’t know, I got up ten minutes ago. Just look a little harder.” His father shrugged.

“Fuck. I was looking forward to wearing it too…” His shoulders sagged, he’d just have to cut his losses on this one.

“Have you checked your closet yet?” His dad proposed.

“Nah, I know I didn’t put it there. I checked my drawers too, nothing.” He knew it could not have been there, he definitely would’ve ran into it while packing his other clothes.

“Better to check than not to.” The man shrugged and placed the cooked eggs on a plate.

He dragged his feet in discontent. His hands clutched the latch and pulled. “Huh?” The boy had to do a double take. Was he actually seeing this right? His missing shirt was indeed there, but there was more, which confused him.

The red Hawaiian shirt with flower patterns was laid flat with white shorts with a white and red checkered pattern below it. At the top were sunglasses that looked like those expensive brands on display when he passed by on his way to work.

He picked them all up and walked to the kichen.

“Dad, are you kidding me right now?”

“What do you mean?” A mouthful of coffee pushed the eggs down his stomach.

“D-Did you really buy this for me?” Lifting up the glasses into view.

“I don’t know, maybe? You wouldn’t know, I might’ve stolen it from the store instead.” His father said with the biggest shit eating grin he’s ever seen on the man.

“Y-You really d-didn’t have to…” His eyes were darting from the glasses and back to his dad. He couldn’t really grasp the situation properly.

“No, I didn’t but you also didn’t have to overwork yourself so we can survive as a family. But here we are.” His father opened up his arms and the boy didn’t need another second to jump into the embrace.

His eyes were beginning to cloud by now.

His father was not one to gift him anything due to their atrocious financials. But once in a while, there was always the small gesture that his father does that reminds him that he means the world to his old man.

It may be few and far between but he still remembers when he wanted to go to a zoo and his father starved himself to even afford the tickets for it. They even had an amazing conveyor belt sushi afterwards. And for a nine year old, that was enough to make him glowingly happy for weeks.

But a fucking pair of designer sunglasses? Of all the things his dad could’ve bought, this wasn’t one of his predictions. It looked and felt like it was at minimum ¥ 100 000. Now he was just wondering why on earth his dad saved that much money for sunglasses of all things.

“Now, I think the next question you have is, ‘Dad, why the fuck would you buy an expensive pair for your shit eating son?’. Well, uhhh.” He scratched his unshaved face. “I… don’t have an answer for you. I just wanted to treat you something because I’ve been saving up for nearly a year now. I wanted something that you can turn into heritage.”

“But glasses though?”

“It just felt like it would look really good on you. It’s designer so it’ll last for decades and have lifetime warranty. It’s perfect too since you’re going to Okinawa, you don’t wanna be blinded by the sun there.”

“But glasses t-though?”

“Listen! I just wanted to treat you for once, I was just passing by the store and visualized that on you and it just fit. There’s no deep meaning here, just wanted to give you something material that can compete with the shit you give me.”

“That’s it?”

“Pretty much, I didn’t really think about it. You gotta try it out! Trust me, I have an eye for these things.” The elder Hinata opened the box and placed the glasses on his son’s face. “See? Go look in the mirror, you’re getting at least three girls on that trip!” He patted his son’s back.

“D-Dad, no I won’t!” The bartender sniffed. “That’s not the goal anyways.” 

He went inside and bathroom and glanced. The glasses looked great for sure and it definitely complimented his face.

“Not too sure what to look for but it does look good on me.” He pushed his glasses up. “Or maybe it’s just harder to see the details cuz its dark with these on.”

“Don’t be like that!” His dad said over the doorway. “Girls are gonna fawn for you.”

“For the last time, that’s not the point of trip!” He growled at his father. “Besides, I’m not looking for a girlfriend right now. Gotta focus on the Hope’s Peak stuff more.”

“Whatever you say.” His father shrugged. “Don’t forget your luggage. I packed some freshly squeezed orange juice inside.”

“Is that allowed?” The boy placed his shirt and glasses inside. 

“Meh, not like they’re arrest you for having OJ.”

“If I stopped by airports security, I’m siccing them on you.”

“Worse things have happened to me.” His father side hugged his son. Hajime returned it with both arms. “I expect you to pay me back next month.” Tatsuya chuckled.

“Fuck you…” He said tightening the hug.

“Love you too, bud.”

“Just… why’d you pull this when you knew I can’t spare another minute?” Rubbing his eyes with his sleeve.

“Didn’t think you’d wake up that late y’know?”

“Fair.” He broke the hug. “You know the class is gonna have to wait past the agreed deadline right?”

“Nah, long as you catch the first train, you’re fine. Now, now, you really have to go.”

“R-Right. Thanks dad! See you in a couple days!” He picked up his luggage and his carry-on backpack and rushed to the exit.

[-x-]

When a sprinting Hajime got to the campus perimeter, he saw a sizable tourist bus just parked in front of the street. The usual LCD sign had their class number displayed instead of its destination.

As explained by his teacher yesterday, they didn't have to go inside the class, nor did they have to bring their uniforms. Their meeting spot was around the area of the entrance gate and since no one was outside to greet him, he safely assumed that he had to go inside. He couldn’t wait to finally sit down and not haul his heavy hiking backpack, it already started hurting when he left his door.

He entered and greeted the driver. "Hajime! Here!" He turned his head and saw Kaz waving at him from the back of the bus.

The vehicle itself was spacious. His class only really occupied about half of the actual seats. A row of two chairs on the left and three on the right that spanned all the way to the back. The chairs themselves looked reminiscent of movie theater ones. He hoped they were as comfortable. Above the chairs were overhead bins, and since he came really late, everyone’s luggages was already inside.

There was a singular chair in front that their teacher occupied. The placements of his classmates were scattered. He saw Koizumi's group primarily in front. Saionji sitting next to her was a given. Tsumiki, Mioda and a surprising addition of Sonia were on the right.

"Good morning, Hinata-san." The princess nodded.

"Hinata-chan’s finally here!” The musician gave him a rocker hand.

“What’s up with you and being the last one in class? You’ve really been slacking lately.” The redhead had her usual stern look at him, this time, distinctly softer.

“Shush, I had work last night.” Which was true but he was let off early.

“Excuses Hinata-nii. Sit down already, you already made us wait long enough already.” The dancer was glaring, with a finger pointed towards his friends.

“O-Oh, Hinata-san! Y-You’ve finally a-arrived …!” She has her indexes touching as she greeted him with her signature stutter. He just smiled in her direction.

He strolled through the bus, occasionally glancing at people’s spots.

Nidai was sitting right next to Owari. The team manager was occupying two chairs, barely managing to fit in one without being squeezed by the now lowered arm rest.

“I should’ve taken a SHIT! Too much protein shake…” Nidai was massaging his abdomen. 

The gymnast had her feet sprawled on top of the chair in front of her.

“Would you mind concealing your foul trotters?! They plague my perception of aroma!” The breeder really didn’t hold back. 

“I don’t even know what that means, but I’mma just say no.” She stood her ground.

That prompted the breeder to release his hamster towards the gymnast. “DARK DEVAS OF DESTRUCTION, UNLEASHED!” They began to slowly tickle her. 

“HEHEHE, S-STOP IT!!”

“NAY!”

The bartender stepped aside before something else happened that he could’ve been in the radius of. Nearling his friends, he noticed something out of the ordinary, Pekoyama was actually sitting right next to Kuzuryu instead of just being in the vicinity.

Everyone practically knew that something was up between the two, it was obvious to enough who wasn’t Kaz and Owari. But no one really wanted to approach the two, and whenever someone had that spurt of courage, they would dismiss them immediately and separate. 

He narrowed his eyes but didn’t pursue.

“You kept us waitin’ man, I was about to call you.” HIs phone already had his number dialed in.

“Yeah, my bad. I was trying to find a shirt I bought for this trip.” He unlocked the bin and plopped his sack and luggage inside.

“You’re literally almost five minutes late.” He gave his friend a blank stare, not buying his half-lie.

“Don’t worry about it too much.” The brunet waved him off. He looked at the other member of the representatives.

Chiaki brought a different console this time around, a Vapordeck. A brand new release that lets you play most of the catalog of the biggest video game distributor of pc games. Too pricey for his wallet to handle so he’s only really seen reviews and tests online. Nothing but praise.

“How did you get your hand on that?” Sitting down in between his friends.

“Huh?” Pausing her game and looking up. “What was that?”

“Isn’t it limited in stock right now?”

“Yep, I got it from one of Vapor’s devs, they said I could get early access for free if I gave it an honest review.” She responded, tapping unpause.

“I guess the insight of the Ultimate Gamer is a pretty big deal.” He nodded, the girl could only hum a response. 

“Now that everyone is here.” The teacher clapped with her guide book to make everyone simmer down. “I’m going to explain some ground rules that all of you have to follow before the bus departs. Okay everyone?”

“Hai!”

“So, first and most important, you cannot separate from the pack. Unless it's free roam, you cannot go anywhere without everyone else being there, especially without me. Don’t worry, I’ll give you guys some free time once we’re done with group activities.”

“Free roam indicates that you can explore the premises I highlighted on your E-Handbook. Going past it will give me a notification that you’ve strayed and will be punished. Are there any questions so far?”

Someone in front raised their hand. “Yes, Mioda-san?”

“What if we get lost without knowing it? Like, we lose all communication and have to survive in the forest like that one show.”

The teacher smiled in endearment, “I can assure you that you will not get lost, that won’t happen. Your Handbook has an inbuilt tracker in case the worst becomes reality.”

“We're not going to get trapped and be forced to kill each other on the island right?!” The musician’s mouth was bubbling.

“You have a very unique imagination, Mioda-san, but no, that will never ever happen.” Patting her on the shoulder for reassurance. “Moving on, next rule, I’m not even sure I can enforce this.”

“What is it, sensei?” Kaz asked.

“Absolutely no ruckus in the airport. I don’t want us to get in trouble with airport security and delay our trip.” She looked genuinely worried that this might throw a wrench in her plans and the class noticed it.

“No worries, sensei!” Kaz yelled from the back. “We promise we won’t.”

“I concur, no sort of absurd moments will be had during our time in the landing strip.” The princess reassured her.

“Sensei, I’ll beat up anytime who fucks around!” Owari punched her fist in declaration.

“I’ll make sure the class doesn’t go off track, sensei.” The redhead in front affirmed.

“Tch, I don’t even cause that much racket to begin with. I’ll make sure everyone stays in their place.” Kuzuryu crossed his arms above his head. 

“Hey, hey everyone. Let’s not give sensei any more of a hard time than we already do.” Their sole female class rep said, still playing on her console. 

The rest of the class was chiming in for reassurance that Hajime almost believed them. But this class was a different breed of disorder, nothing had gone to plan one way or another, no matter what. Hajime wished that he could trust the words of his classmates.

But again, this was Hope’s Peak class batch 77-B.

Every single one of their plans has been toppled one way or another. The more the reps planned ahead, the more bullshit came their way. Murphy’s a bitch like that. 

As he thought more of this, he noticed more and more of his peers staring at him. “What’s up?” He wondered.

“Any words of encouragement from our resident pessimist?” Koizumi pieced him with her glare. 

‘I thought that was reserved for Tsumiki but okay I’ll bite.’ “I’ll try my best to babysit you guys, I can’t promise that nothing will happen though.” 

“Booooo! Hinata-chan, you can do better than that! How could you let Boss Baby one up you like that!” The musician squawked.

“I’M GONNA KILL YOU, FLAT TITS!” The blonde stood up trying to look intimidating but his eyes barely went over the height of the chair.

“Now, now, let’s not start it early.” The teacher warned. “Thank you all for understanding. The plan will go to waste if we cause anything remotely problematic at the airport. Next rule: if anyone has to go to the bathroom, make sure to…”

The rest of the rules were pretty much all common sense (which only a handful of them have but ignore that). Bathroom breaks in the airport took permission and a class rep so the separated member doesn’t get lost. No destroying the environment around them. Don’t be too loud. Etc.

With harmony on the forefront of everyone’s mind, the bus departed for Haneda Airport.

[-x-]

And by the graces of the gods above, a miracle happened. The whole class made it safely onto the plane. Some mild inconveniences occuring but Hajime will take all the victories he can get. This was the rarest occurrence after all.

Sonia somehow got separated from the main group, they found her holed up inside one of the overpriced airport stores browsing some random assortments of trinkets.

Saionji started harassing the airport staff for not letting her keep the sweets she brought from outside. Even to the point where she almost threatened to sue them. Thank god Kaz brought some tape for the foulmouths in class.

Komaeda was accidentally rammed by a very big muscular man? Woman? He couldn’t tell, the person that matched Nidai in terms of size was chasing someone with a black and white checkered bandana around their neck. The luckster was sent 30 meters away from where he initially was. The person profusely apologized before taking off.

Pekoyama almost got left behind on the callup because she kept all her attention to a very fat cat that an edgelord European(?) girl had. She was so enticed by it that the owner couldn’t help but notice and make the encounter more unpleasant than it needed to be. This was resolved Yukizome-sensei pointed out that there were plenty of cats around Okinawa.

That was it. Not a bad track record for the class.

“Please place your belongings inside the bins above your seats.” Rung through the speakers as they boarded their plane.

Hajime got lucky and he was paired up with his soul bro in the seating arrangements. Though, he wasn’t that lucky. Their resident explosive loveable yakuza sat in between them, making things slightly more complicated. 

He was about to take his first flight in forever and he couldn’t be more excited. Being way too young the first time to remember the details, he was more excited than ever to see the view from way up in the sky. Hajime made sure to take some photos to print later on and show his dad and the bar. 

Speaking of taking photos, he noticed the redhead snapping photos left and right of the girls and a few times, the boys. Except he noticed that he was never in the frame, which seemed odd at first until he thought of the last time he had taken a photo of her.

The incident still sent chills down his spine. It would probably haunt him until he and the Koizumi properly confronted each other about it. But even after a month, it was never mentioned. He should probably try and fix that.

‘On second thought, nah.’

“Can you fuckin’ move?” The gruff voice behind him could only come from one person. “I’m tryna put my shit up there.”

‘Don't say it, Kaz…’ He prayed that his friend would gain some tact this one time.

“Can you even reach it?” Kaz nonchalantly said without thinking.

“For suck’s sake…” He said underneath his breath.

“Do you want your balls busted? I will literally cut them off right now if I didn’t give sensei my word.” That definitely popped a nerve or two.

He smacked his friend up the head. “Y’know, sometimes you gotta think about what you say.”

“It was an honest question!” He held his hand up to reveal innocence. “I could barely reach it myself and you’re almost a midg-” Hajime cupped his friend’s mouth before they were beheaded.

“Not. Another. Fucking. Word.” The blond balled his hands and hopped on top of the chair and placed his belongings inside.

The three sat down at their respective spots. Hajime was beside the window, Kuzuryu right next to him and Kaz was the one nearest to the aisle. Which made the primary route of communication the E-Handbook chats.

||The Galaga Club||

Monday | August 2 | 10:21AM

Nutty Mechanic: well this shits awkward..

Overworked Slug: Someone just had to run their mouth.

Nutty Mechanic: IT WASNT INTENTIONAL, I SWAER!

Overworked Slug: It might not have been but now we have to deal with a nuke in between us for a 2 hour flight. Dude, c’mon, I just wanted to enjoy the view. 

Nutty Mechanic: yea, mb i wasnt thinking

Overworked Slug: I don’t think that cuts it in here, you might not see your family after this vacation.

Nutty Mechanic: dude! dont say that! ur scarin me

Overworked Slug: So, what do you plan on doing now?

Nutty Mechanic: prolly, apologize, thats gonna work right?

Overworked Slug: I don’t think you can do that anytime soon though. The guy is literally seething in his chair.

He glanced sideways and saw the blonde fuming and gripping the chair dividers with force that could almost crush it. Add on top of the scary grumblings of the heir to the biggest yakuza clan in Japan, the atmosphere certainly wasn’t pleasant. 

“...This guy is so fucking dead when we land back…  No one is gonna find your fucking body, I can swear you that… I’m gonna sell your organ to those necrophile cunts…”

‘Good lord…’ Even he was scared for his own survival.

“Hey, hey.” The voice of an angel came to save them from the threats of organ removal. “Yukizome-sensei asked me if you guys are good with the groupings we have for the plane? It’s going to be the same going back.”

The aura became even more suffocating. There was no way they could survive another round.

“Y-Yeah… All good, Chiaki…” Kaz’s sweatdrop definitely didn’t indicate as such.

“W-We don’t mind staying if it’s more convenient for her.” Hajime added, it didn’t convince their friend even further.

“Well, if that’s what you guys say. What about you, Kuzuryu-kun?” Leaning in to listen to the boy.

Fuck, she poked the bear. It took him a few seconds to process before he responded with, “I’m fine. I don't like these fuckers but I can tolerate them for a few hours if they just shut their fuckin’ mouths.” Pointing directly at the pink-haired boy.

“Alright, I’m gonna relay that to sensei.” She nodded and proceeded to the other row of students. 

‘Only a couple hours front and back…’

||The Galaga Club||

Monday | August 2 | 10:24AM

Nutty Mechanic: im gonna die, arent i?

Overworked Slug: That’s definitely still on the table. But, I think as long as you behave, you might not be mincemeat when we get back.

Nutty Mechanic: its so over…

Overworked Slug: Just behave.

Hajime looked over and saw his friend sliding down his chair with his handbook on his chest. He couldn’t help but empathize. But, he also couldn’t believe that he’d be so asinine that he would anger the one guy capable of actually ending their lives in the worst way possible.

Before he could continue consoling his friend, the speakers echoed.

“This is attendant Yumi speaking, we ask that you please fasten your seatbelts at this time and secure all baggage underneath your seat or in the overhead compartments. We also ask that your seats and table trays are in the upright position for take-off. Please turn off wifi on all personal electronic devices, including laptops and cell phones. Smoking is prohibited for the duration of the flight. Thank you for choosing Japan Airlines. Enjoy your flight.”

The mic sounded like it was passed around before a man started speaking this time.

“Ladies and gentlemen, good morning. Welcome on board to flight 239123 to Okinawa.  This is Captain Hasegawa speaking and I have some information about our flight. Our flight time today will be 10:50AM and our estimated time of arrival in Okinawa is 12:20PM. The weather on our route is good. The temperature at our destination is now 29 degrees Celsius, with clear skies. We wish you a pleasant flight and we hope to see you again soon. On behalf of all our crew, thank you for choosing our company as your airline today.” The information blared from the speakers.

Takeoff was about to happen, excitement erasing all his previous worries for his friend. He took out his phone and took a picture of the runway and sent it to his father. He got a “Don’t die on me as a response.” Chuckling, he pocketed his device and glanced at his handbook that had six messages for him.

||The Galaga Club||

Monday | August 2 | 10:31AM

Professional Button Pusher: r u alrite kazuichi-kun?

Nutty Mechanic: ye, its a bit scary havin an explosive chihuahua next to me

Professional Button Pusher: i felt really tense when i got to u guys (º □ º l|l)

Professional Button Pusher: was anyone hurt?

Nutty Mechanic: nah, i accidentally siad some dumb shit and now hes plotting my death next to me…

Professional Button Pusher: that can happen, dont berate on urself too much

Professional Button Pusher: whats ur our game plan here. 

Overworked Slug: There’s not really much we can do aside from let Kuzuryu cool down and for Kaz to apologize.

Nutty Mechanic: me and hajime are just gonna chill until we land and i find my window to say sorry

Professional Button Pusher: gl w that ☆⌒(≧▽​° ) we cant talk anymore since the plane is taking off

“The plane is now about to take off. Make sure to stay seated and have your seatbelts clamped the proper way.”

The ground started to rumble and they now started to move. “IT’S HAPPENING, IT’S HAPPENING!” A few rows behind him, a high pitched squeak echoed inside the aisle.

“Hiyoko-chan! I said no yelling.” Koizumi whisper-yelled at her responsibility.

“W-WERE ALL GONNA DIE!” Their resident paranoid nurse didn’t help the photographer’s case. 

“PLANE CRASH, YEEEEAHHHH!!!” The musician proclaimed.

To their credit, the class made it past the airport until they opened the floodgates again. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the baffled faces of the other passengers. It was only a matter of time before…

“I HAVE TO… SHIT!” Nidai exclaimed in the row in front of him.

“Coach, this shit’s too tight on me! Can I just remove my seatbelt?” If the clutter of metal wasn’t obvious, the gymnast was trying to brute force her way out of the seatbelt.

“LET ME SHITTTTTTTT!” 

Two attendants walked up to spots of the chaos-causing students.

“Ladies please, there is certainly no need to panic about the flight. Everything will be fine.”

“Oh I know, I’ve been in way too many flights to count. I just like screaming random stuff in my mind.” Mioda grinned her heart out, unsettling out the attendant. 

“A-Are you s-sure, miss? It’s m-my first ever f-flight.” 

“Oh, I’m one hundred percent certain. I’ve been on nearly 400 flights myself.” The lady held the nurse’s hand.

To the surprise of the nurse, all she could muster was a meek and stuttering, “T-T-Thank y-you…”

The other attendant was having a harder time.

“Sir, if you could wait for ten minutes, you would be free to get up and use the toilets. So till then, please, be patient…” The attendant patted the team leader’s shoulder. “As for you miss, I’d advise you to keep it strapped until we’re flying stable. You probably don’t want to be tumbling through the plane right?”

“That seems fucking fun though.”

“Please miss, we really don’t wanna have to stop the plane for this.”

“AKANE, I’LL GIVE YOU ‘IT’ WHEN WE GET DOWN IF YOU BEHAVE.”

“Yo! Aye, aye boss! I won’t move a muscle the entire ride!” She was grinning while the attendant looked slightly uncomfortable. Least that was resolved quickly. Though he did wonder what ‘IT’ was. 

A sigh came from beside him. “Fuckin’ hell, they really know the exact time they can just blow up like that.”

“Just how it goes with our class.” He answered, not expecting a response.

“You’re finally adaptin’ to this class…Took ya long enough.” The yakuza heir also shrugged and closed his eyes.

“I try to at least. Some bullshit is bound to astonish me anyways.” He responded.

“You won’t survive a day in the yakuza then. This is child’s play compared to the shit that happens in my house.”

“Couldn’t be that bad… right?” His nose wrinkled at the thought.

“Couldn’t be more wrong, it’s worse. A ‘tsk’ from my dad caused my mom to destroy our balcony with bullets.” He said nonchalantly.

“What?? Huh? Can you give more context?” 

“They were havin’ an argument and my dad was tryin’ really hard not to yell back cuz he knew mom had a glock in her back pocket. His tongue clicking was enough to unload an entire mag through our chairs and tables. Shit was mad expensive too.”

“Goddamn, and you’re not even batting an eye to this?”

“Just another Tuesday for me.”

“You were born to be in 77-B.”

“Just cuz I was raised in this environment, doesn’t mean I fuckin’ like it.” The blonde glared at the bartender. “Having to fight for your life just cuz your parents felt like shittin’ the bed that day isn’t the best place for any kid. ‘Sides, 77-B doesn’t have a death rate of 50% ”

“Doesn’t make it any better, they’re both shit. One is just diarhea.

The blond stayed quite for a moment before showing a slither of a smile. “You’re not wrong. But at least it’s actually preparing me to take over my dad.”

“Watch them say you’ve gone soft after you graduate.” The bartender chuckled.

“Fat fuckin’ chance. I’d skin them alive.”

And with that, the conversation reached a non-explosive end. Something that his friend marvelled at.

[-x-]

As the plane flew ever closer to their destination, Hajime couldn’t help but marvel at the vastness of the ocean below. A light blue hue that spanned endlessly in all directions. But in the distance. It was nothing short of beautiful.

“Kaz, look at the view.” He called out to his friend, pointing his thumb at the window.

“Holy shit.” The mechanic was impressed by the view. He unbuckled his seatbelt and excused himself in front of Hajime’s window. 

“Hey! Watch it.” The yakuza complained as his friend moved past him.

“This is actually insane.” Kaz decided to ignore him.

“Never seen the ocean properly like this.” Hajime stared at the window.

“Yeah, Japan seems so small from the map. But seeing how big it really is puts it into perspective.”

“Y’know what, I’mma take a page out of Koizumi’s book, take a picture.”

Kaz took out his Handbook and snapped a photo of the beautiful empty ocean. “Wait, I’ll take a photo of us too.” He raised the tablet and put the camera in selfie mode.

“Want in, Kuzuryu?” He asked the blond that was currently staring daggers at them.

“Huh?” The boy seemed baffled by the question. “The fuck you want me in the photo for?”

“I’on know, it’s just cool to have more people?” He shrugged. “It’s fine if you don’t.”

“Yeah, no fuck off.” He grumbled and closed his eyes.

His friend glanced at him but shrugged. Hajime held up the tablet and snapped. He reviewed the photo that included him sat on his seat with a big smile on him and Kaz was on one knee sporting hesitantly sporting his signature toothy smile. The view of the ocean clear from their window.

“Huh. Not bad.” Kaz admitted.

“Yeah, we should do this more often.” He nodded.

[-x-]

“Now, everyone!” She cupped her hand and called upon them. “We are going to make a draw!” Yukizome-sensei placed two boxes on the hotel lobby’s table.

“Draw for what, sensei?” Hajime raised an eyebrow.

“Well, for your room groupings of course!” She responded like it was obvious. “You didn’t think you’d be sleeping all together in one room did you?”

‘We ain’t doing that?’ He looked confused for a second but straightened himself before anyone noticed. The broke mindset still resonated in him.

“It would be cheaper.” Koizumi reasoned.

“Yes it would be but the school was offering more than one room. If we went camping, which we will by the way, it would be perfectly fine to be in a big cabin.”

“Exciting!” Sonia-san was certainly pleased to have another field trip.

“Ewww! I don’t like being in the woods near the bugs…” Saionji shuddered.

“I’m going to make the best barbeque you’ve ever tasted!” Their resident chef declared.

“I can make you guys some banger tunes!” Mioda suggested.

“NO!” A mix of instant rejections and soft ‘no thank you’s rung out.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves here. After all, we’re in Okinawa!” The teacher pulled them back to the subject. “Now, the box on the left is for the guys and the one to your right is for the girls. Line up and draw a single paper and announce it when I take roll call.”

“I’ll go first!” The pink haired boy marched to the front and grabbed one.

Soon, one by one, everyone got in line. In a very organized, non-77-B fashion, they slowly got their paper. Hajime opened the note that said ‘Rotten Strawberry’. He didn’t even dare question his teacher’s naming scheme.

“Now that everyone has their paper, I want the ‘Rotten Apples’ to go standby near that pot of lilies.” It was Koizumi, Saionji, Pekoyama and Tsumiki grouped up. A very familiar grouping aside from a new addition.

“Rotten Mangoes, please group up near the couch.” Nidai, Hanamura, Tanaka and Mitarai were together. Very, very random bunch that can definitely cause some inevitable trouble.

“Next up, Rotten Strawberries!” That got his attention, “Group up next to me.”

He walked forward alongside Kaz, Komaeda and Kuzuryu. 

“Fuck.” He whispered under his breath. This wasn’t going to end well. Komaeda and Kuzuryu? The dynamic is bound to be interesting at best, hotel room destroying at its worse. Sprinkle in a bit of Kazuichi madness and it might just blow up the entire resort.

‘If there is a god out there, please look out for the people inside this resort.’

“Hey guys, real weird group we’re stuck in.” It was a lot more than that if Hajime was being honest.

“Yeah, talk about a fuckin’ disaster waitin’ to happen.” Kuzuryu facepalmed.

“M-My poor organs.” His friend was starting to weep.

“Oh c’mon you guys, there’s no need to be so pessimistic. This is plenty hopeful for our vacation. This group is fantastic!”

“Komaeda, no offense but I’mma need you to shut up for the majority of stint.” The yakuza requested.

“No worries, Kuzuryu-kun, I won’t be causing much deliberate trouble for you three. It would be sinful to do so.” The luckster chuckled. “Why would I impede on the hope you three can manifest?” He proceeded to hug himself and sweat profusely.

The other three boys just looked at each other in silent judgment.

“Okay! Everyone’s found their groups, I’ll pass you guys the key cards for your rooms. Be careful not to lose them or else you’ll be in a lot of trouble. Once you’ve fully set up in your rooms, you can have the rest of the night for yourself!”

That got a couple of cheers from the class.

She continued. “But make sure to stay within the resort or I’ll have to ground you until tomorrow. Everything inside is catered and free for everyone to enjoy. I myself will enjoy our stay here so feel free to ask me questions when you see me around.”

Once they were given their keycards, Hajime towed his luggage while the other three followed him in relative paces. Kaz was looking like he’d melt under the pressure of being near the yakuza so he kept himself glued to Hajime. Kuzuryu was walking a few steps behind these two, grumbling about being trapped with idiots. Komaeda was a good ten meters away, a very big smile on his pale face.

“Didn’t think he’s treating the impeding thing so seriously.” He mumbled, peeking glances at the luckster. The white haired boy noticed and winked. “Or maybe he’s planning something and he’s trying his best to stay incognito. Best interrogate him at some point before he blows things up.”

[-x-]

Hajime was walking around on his lonesome around the resort, simply exploring his options. It was really lively around, especially so now that his class is mixed in with an already hectic resort.

He saw some of his classmates already by the poolside just swimming around with care for the people around them. Tanaka was doing backstrokes with his Devas relaxing on his chest. It was a pretty cute sight. 

Tsumiki and Sonia seemed to agree with him as they were just cheering in the background. The nurse was meekly clapping with her eyes closed while the princess was announcing the presence of the Devas to the ignorant bystanders.

There were also his group playing a co-op shooting game at the arcade. As predicted, Chiaki hasn’t even had a lick of damage done to her while Kaz was crying with an almost empty health bar. They were far too focused in the game so he didn’t bother them.

Another scene was a certain animator being harassed by their teacher because he chose to hole himself up in the hotel room to animate. He just chose to completely ignore her and run away as far as he could with his tablet in hand. ‘Not the smartest move…’ He remembered the day where they were both being dragged on the ground by the very same teacher.

Being as the least slick as possible, Pekoyama and Kuzuryu were in the corner of the bar talking about… Hajime drew a blank, he couldn’t even tell you what those two would even have in common. Since he was at the bar though, he might as well try a drink. He ordered a Sparkle Star.

‘What the fuck is this?’ He almost spat the drink on the floor. ‘Where’s the balance, its way, way wayyyyyy too damn sweet!’

Reluctantly swallowing the liquid, he exhaled with relief. The pain was over.

“Yo, bro, you good?” Kaz placed his shoulder on his shoulder, evident by his face that he died already. “You’re not looking so hot.”

“Yeah, I am. It’s just… this drink is ass.” Whispering the words to not get the bartender’s attention. 

His friend began snickering, “Your standards that high, Mr. Ultimate Bartender?”

“No, I’m serious, this is really not it. Shouldn’t even be on the menu.” Placing the glass on the table.

“Hol on, lemme try it.” Kaz took a tiny sip and paused for a bit. “Eh, it’s not that bad. You’re just overreacting.”

“I swear to fucking god I’m not. I’mma ask someone else then.” Looking around to see the closest person he can ask. “Yo!”

“Huh?” The person in question looked in the direction of the voice. “What do you want, Hinata?” Koizumi came closer.

“I want you to taste this and tell me what you think.” Handing over the glass to the girl.

“What he wants to say is that he thinks it tastes like complete ass.” Even whispering to add on to the judgment.

“I mean, if the expert says it’s not that good. Then, shouldn’t he be right?”

“Right? You’d think that but this fool disagrees.”

“Nah nah, try it first. This guy thinks they shouldn’t even be serving it to people.”

“Fine, give me a taste.” Sipping a good amount in her mouth. “Hmm…”

“So, what’s the verdict?” The bartender eyes burned with conviction.

“It’s a little sweet but honestly just fine.”

“Oh c’mon! You can’t be serious? You can tell they added way too much adelhyde to dilute the drink. This is a joke.” He nearly spat on the floor.

“What the hell is adelhyde?” Kaz scratched his face.

“The sweet component of any cocktail.” The bartender pretentiously explained. 

“Look, Hinata, it’s really not that bad.”

“Yes it is. Where are your standard?” He leered. “This would be an equivalent of mismanaging an expensive camera, only to take blurry photos.”

“That situation isn’t even comparible to this one.” She scoffed at his claim. “Don’t you dare compare the two.”

“Oops, I sense danger so, I’mma leave yall be.” With that, the mechanic departed before the situation exploded near him.

“Yes it’s very much comparable. He used very good ingredient, the bartender should at least make something competent.”

“That’s like five hundred thousand yen versus a couple thousand on your poor ingredients.”

“Don’t go there, Koizumi, this is about the art of bartending. And as an artist, I say this should not be in the menu.”

“You’re such a stick in the mud y’know that?” 

“Tell you what, I’m gonna go behind that bar and serve you my version of this drink.”

“I bet you it won’t even be that much better than this glass right here?”

“Oh, those are fighting words. What are you staking?”

“Lets see… I will delete the photos you took of that day.” Her cheeks flushed at the thought.

That certainly caught him off guard. There was suddenly a lot on the line here. But, he had utter confidence in himself. “Deal. I just need to convince him to let me mix.”

“Just give him your credentials and he’ll let you have the entire bar on your own.”

With that he walked up to the hotel’s bartender. “Good evening, can you let me borrow your bar for a sec?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like, let me make my own drink.”

With an inquisitive look, the bartender asked. “Oh wait, I think I know you! You’re that dude from Streaming-chans!” That was awful way to be recognized. “Don’t you go to Hope’s Peak?”

“Yeah, I do, Ultimate Bartender.” For the first time he was wearing his status with pride. “I was just looking for a passtime tonight and I wanted to make a couple drinks for myself.”

“If you can relay a message to her, I’ll always let you have the bar for yourself whenever you want!”

“Deal, just write the message on a piece of paper and I’ll have it sent straight towards her.” He shrugged at how easy this was. 

With that the barterder scooted aside and started writing.

“Being behind a bar looks so natural on you.” The redhead sat on the counter seat in front of him

“Go figure huh?” He sarcastically responded.

“I’ve never seen you behind one, okay?” She pulled out her camera and took a shot. “See?”

The picture was a casual look on Hajime with his hawaiian shirt and a look that only someone in their most relaxed state can have. “Your statement may have some backing.”

“Ugh, can we just agree on something for once?”

“I am agreeing though.” He pulled a pair of boston mixers. “One Sparkle Star coming up.”

He got to work, this was a drink that had a 2 to 1 ratio of Adelhyde and Powdered Delta. Not too bad to balance so two ounces of A to the 1 ounce volume of PD. He cracked rocks over the mixing container and slowly but gracefully mixed the two to perfection. Setting a nosing glass, he poured the drink without spilling a single drop.

“I am so glad I recorded that. I didn’t know bartending could be that satisfying to watch. Add in some slowmos and zoom ins and you have an industry standard for a commercial.”

“Everyone keeps saying that but its really not that big a deal. They prolly say the same to you about your photos.”

“Can’t say you’re wrong about that.” She nodded as she looked at the layered red and orange drink in front of her.

“Try it, its one of the better virgin drinks we sell over at Valhalla.” He placed the mixer in the sink and washed it.

She took the glass and slowly poured the drink in her mouth. Her tongue was met with an explosion of flavor. It was certainly sweet but it was endlessly complex given how simple and bare the ingredients were. That off one sip.

Hajime was grinning ear to ear. “I’m guessing from your face that I was right?”

“Shut it, maybe the first sip was an anomaly.” It was not. It was even better than the last, the layering let to the flavours being slowly introduced to the drinker. By the halfway mark, everything was mixed together seamlessly. “I… stand corrected, I suppose.”

“Told ya.” He was now wiping a missed spot in the dry glassware. “So, will you please give me your SD card?”

“I… don’t have it currently.” She admitted. “Listen! Before you complain about me staking something I don’t even have, I didn’t think your drink would be that much better?”

“Somehow that’s worse… where’s your confidence in me?” He was oozing with irony. “Where’s the card then?”

“Back at Hope’s Peak, I switched it out before the trip knowing I’m taking at least a thousand photos.”

“That’s fair. Once we’re back, I expect to have that card in my possession.”

“Well, I’m just gonna let you delete the suggestive photos, nothing else.”

“Deal.” He nodded, maybe he can finally recover the dignity he lost that day.

“Koizumi-chan!” “Mahiru-nee!” Two very recognizable girls called out the redhead.

“Oh, hey guys!” She waved. “Where’s Tsumiki-chan?”

“That pig is swimming with the other pigs in class.” The traditional dancer waved her question off.

“What she means is that she’s in the pool with the Devas!” the musician clarified.

“That’s good then, who’s watching over her though?”

“Oh who cares about that whore?” Saionji lips gave way to a sadictic scowl.

“Don’t be like that! I told you not to that anymore.” Koizumi spawned a piece of newspaper out of nowhere and smacked the blonde’s shoulders.

“B-But, Mahiru-nee…!”

“No buts! Plus, we’re in a trip, why not let people enjoy what they like doing.”

The dancer then proceeded to tear up slightly.

“My thoughts exactly lady redhead!” Mioda summoned her long nose persona once more. 

“Oh wait! Mahiru-san!” Someone shouted from the other corner of the bar.

Along came a boy with a mop of wavy green hair. This was complemented by a striped blue and dark blue longsleeve with a sun insignia. Paired up with it were equally dark blue trunks. In his hand was a plate of cake.

“Oh! Rantaro-kun! I didn’t expect to see you here.” 

Huh, she called a guy with his first name, that’s a first.

“I knew it! I’d recognize that red hair anywhere.” He smiled towards the photographer. “Fancy seeing you here. I’m assuming you’re with your class on vacation?”

“Yep, we just landed this afternoon. It’s quite nice to leave the city for a bit.”

“It is, I’ve been staying here for a week and it’s been nothing but fun.”

“How come you’re here, don’t you have school?” She raised an eyebrow.

“Normally yes but, I was sent on an expedition to explore the coral reefs around.”

“Typical, the company never really gives you a break.” the redhead nodded. “Oh wait, before I forget. This is Rantaro Amami, the sole brother of Sato’s humungous family and subsequently, the family guinea pig.”

“That makes sense! You guys were talking like you had past history!” The musician teased. “A lil too familiar if ya ask me!”

“N-No, Of course not!” She defended herself. “I just got to know him well when I visited Sato-chan’s house back in middle school. He’s always got something to do in the house because his sisters demands a lot outta him.”

“Hmmmmmm… suspicious ain’t it, Hinata-chan?” She rubbed her chin while poking Hajime with the other finger.

“Why are you bringing me into this?” He glared at Mioda.

“Cuz I thought Hinata-chan doesn’t want competi-” She was smacked on the backside of her head.

“Shut it.” Koizumi warned.

“Awn, you know I’m right!” 

“Not in a million years!” The photographer rebutted, face all red.

“Jeez!” The musician imitated the redhead’s tick. “Y’alls gotta loosen up! We’re at a RESORT!! Swim! Sunbathe! Feast! Hangout! Drink! Skinny Dip! Inhale lines of-”

Her suggestions were quickly shut down by another smack behind her head. “You really have to reel it in a bit here, Mioda-chan. And what was that about inhaling lines?”

A ping rang in her pocket, the musician read the contents of notification. “Oops! Gotta go! Soda-chan’s waiting for me at the pool!” A trail of dust puffed up as the girl sprinted out the lobby.

“What an odd girl… she’s definitely something.” A trail of sweat went down the green haired boy’s cheek. “Anywho, I’m actually staying here with an associate of mine. She’s the one out scouting the bay area for anything amiss.”

“I hope we’re not disrupting you guys too much.” The photographer asked.

“Yeah, our class isn’t being too troublesome are we?” Hajime nervously chuckled.

“Oh, no. You guys are good. Me and Mugi-chan are ahead of schedule so we’re taking a break and enjoying the resort.”

“Can’t blame ya, it’s cozy around here.” Hajime smiled,

“Yep, but I can never forget that I was sent here for a reason, so there’s only so much time I can relax for. Anyways, it was nice seeing you again, Mahiru-san, I need to get back to my associate, she might get groggy if I don’t bring her cake soon.”

“You too, Rantaro-kun!” With that, Amami left towards the direction of the greater resort area.

“He’s certainly an oddball.” Hajime said.

“Being raised in a hectic household will cause you to be like that. Very focused oriented. Especially when your double digit sisters wll nag you endlessly if you fail at a task.” Koizumi explained.

“Are some of them adopted?”

“Nope, all from the same mom. There’s two twins, a triplet and quadruplet and then theres Sato-chan.”

“So twelve sisters and a single brother. Very insane circumstances.”

He heard very faint sniffling towards his right side.

“Oh shoot! Saionji-chan, I forgot you were here, I’m so sorry!”

“H-How could you, Mahiru-nee!” The girl was pouring tears out of her sockets. “How could you!!” She ran away.

“Hey! Don’t run away, I’m sorry!” The photographer ran to catch the blonde.

He was debating whether it was worth it to even run and catch her.

‘Meh, Koizumi’s got this.’ He shrugged and went back to the bar to get the dude’s paper slip. He pocketed the paper and headed towards his hotel room when he heard the angry grumblings of a girl.

“Where the heck did, Taro-kun go…?” A long blue-haired girl asked herself. “You! Would you happen to know where an avocado colored womanizer went off to?”

“A what now?” Taken aback by the question.

“Boy, light green hair, lanky, around this tall. Have you seen him?” 

“Ah, you mean Amami.”

“Yes, him!”

“Last I heard, he was trying to find you.”

“Of course he said that. Grrr, I bet you he’s talking to a different woman now…” The girl continued grumbling about her situation. “Question, would you like to aid me in my current circumstance? I seem to have left my copy of the hotel key card and I need to find him in order to access the room. And he has my CAKE!”

“I’m good.” He held his hands up.

“WHA?!” The girl almost fell from her feet. “W-What do you mean you won’t help me? Where is your chivalry?”

“Dead and beaten, I’m already tired as it is, I can’t even be bothered to do anything besides lie down.”

“I can give you a favor from the highest bidder if you help me with this.” She tried to sweeten the deal.

“Whoever the highest bidder is cannot be more convincing than a hot shower.”

“You will soon regret this decision once I filed this to the boss.” She glared.

“Yeah yeah, whatever, I got a date with my bed.”

“This isn’t remotely over!”

The screams echoes decreased less and less as he got closer to his room.

[-x-]

The sound of running water was resonating in the hotel room, Kuzuryu was the last person to brush his teeth in the group. It has been a really long day. From his dad’s surprise to his non-surprise that his classmates are causing everyone problems, he hasn’t found a single moment to breathe easy.

‘I’d take an overnight shift at Valhalla in a heartbeat.’ He sighed.

He laid down on his bed sprawled about, looking at the white ceiling. He’s already changed into his comfortable clothing and was ready to get knocked out if it wasn’t for the fact that he couldn’t fall asleep with loud noise. There we’re four single beds in the room so no one had to share one.

Relaxing won’t be a big part of his agenda in this field trip. Being the class officer wasn’t a simple job, nor is anyone else more qualified than he is. His responsibilities were to make sure everyone else was having fun and that no one is being impeded from doing so.

Well, of course, the main thing he’s responsible for is that none of his classmates should get hurt and that any and all property damage should be avoided.

“Two more days of this… I hope it’s at least fun.” He sighed even deeper this time. 

The rest of the room and their surroundings was almost dead quiet. Kaz was already knocked out snoring. Probably because of the swimming race he and Mioda went to earlier. Komaeda was staring at the ceiling, eyes wide open. It was a little bit creepy but he was more than used to his stares.

The door to the bathroom swung open and revealed a yakuza clad in a beige and white pajamas. Definitely one of the views of all time. “I know what you’re thinkin’ Hinata, I’on wanna hear a word.”

“Noted.”

With that, everyone was ready to lie down in bed. He closed his eyes and tried to let his consciousness fade away. Today was fun but the next day was calling for him-

“Zzz... snrk... hhhnnkk... zzzzz... snorrrr... huhhh... zzz…” A diabolical sound was being created.

Something interrupted his fall unto slumber. He hesitantly sat up from his bed and turned his head towards the culprit.

“Snrrrkk... zzzzz... hhhk—skff... Mi…oda…zzz..”

Kazuichi Soda was committing one of the biggest crimes you can do as someone’s roommate: Snore.

This was unacceptable, his friend couldn’t betray him like this. This was made worse by the fact that he won’t even remember the next day. The backstabbing being committed, his innocent sin.

And shit, he didn’t even pack earplugs for this scenario. He figure he didn’t need it since the boy was fine last sleepover they had. Now he’s not gonna have the sleep he was promised all day long.

"Snrk... hhh... zZzZz...Wait... huhhh... zzzzz..."

“Oh my god, shut the FUCK up.” Kuzuryu wasn’t having any of it either. 

“Zzz... hnnnnk... snrrrhhh... for… me... snuff... hhhnk... zzzz…”

“Fuck this shit, I’m going out.” The boy practically blasted away from his bed and went to the balcony.

Since he certainly wasn’t going to have better luck, he decided to accompany him. He slid the clear door open and was greeted by a salty cool breeze, waves crashing were the only thing audible at this time of night.

“You trynna escape that dumbass’s snores too? Too bad you can’t wake someone who’s that tired.” He sideeyed Hajime.

“Not like I’m gonna be able to sleep when he snores like that.” He shrugged.

“Good point, if you snored like that in my house, we’d think someone broke in.”

“Quiet sleeper household.”

“Gotta be if you wanna recognize a trespasser. If you hear one of my family snore, they’re fakin’ it for effect.” He chuckled.

“To let your guard down?” Hajime overlooked the ocean in front of him.

“Yeah, shoot em in the head when they’re relaxed.”

“Have I ever told you your house scares me?”

“Not that I give a shit, no.”

“Well, it’s scary as hell to live in there. I mean, how many assassins do you guys have in a week?”

“Used to be three attempts per week but now its zero since they know it doesn’t work.” 

“...Ever been kidnapped?” Hajime grimaced.

“Twice, but both we’re because I wanted to see what it was like. Didn’t take long for them to find me again and punish the jacker.” The boy smiled as he recounted.

“That seems a bit counter intuitive.”

“Well, at least I know what to do when I get kidnapped in the future against my own will. Think of it as a test drive or a vaccine. Controlled environment.” The yakuza looked him dead in the eye.

“Controlled enough that you know you won’t get killed without ransom.” The bartender met it.

“I made sure they weren’t rival families and just stupid thugs.”

“Yeah no, you live in a different dimension than we normal people do.”

“I know, everything is upside down. Death is normalized and attacks on my life is just another day of the week.”

“You really did earn your title didn’t you?”

“Tch. Not by choice mind you. I was made to be this way. My hardass dad drilled it into my head that I can never live a normal life because of the family.” He looked at his hands in somber acceptance.

“Sucks but if you had a choice between a life of normalcy or this, I think you’d pick this every single time.”

“Damn straight, I wouldn’t trade this life for anything. It’s mine and mine alone.” He gave a resolute nod.

They fell into silence after Kuzuryu’s declaration. Hajime just stared at the waves that were brilliantly being reflected by the moon above. 

As different as Kuzuryu was to him or anyone else in class, he definitively belonged in 77-B and it wouldn’t be the same without his bursts of anger. One mad that’s lived a life filled with strife but moves on like it’s nobody’s business, it’s something Hajime could admire from the blond.

“How bout you?” The blond turned his attention towards him.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean how’s your life besides what everyone sees on the surface.”

“If I could describe it in three words it would be: overwhelming, busy, exhausting. There’s always the constant grind of going to school everyday, going to work at night, sometimes till dawn breaks.”

“Shit yeah that’s why you’re dead as hell during classes. How do you even survive without sleep?”

“Sheer willpower and a truckload of caffeine. Keeps the engine going for me to not just pass out randomly.” He scratched his cheek.

“That can’t be good for your body.” The blond shook his head.

“It definitely isn’t but I can’t just stop. I gotta support my dad.”

“Wait so you’re doing all this endless grinding because of your dad? Is he a deadbeat?”

“No, no. He tries his best but it’s not enough to support both of us. So I have to work on the side so the lights won’t go out randomly.”

“Shit man, didn’t think your situation would be that bad.”

“It’s not that bad honestly, if you can keep up with all the chaos, anyone can do what I’m doing.”

“Fuck no they can’t. I betchu not even a single person from our class can sleep as little as you and function all the same.”

“Well, that’s why I didn’t attend class till Yukizome-sensei arrived. The weeks where she wasn’t there was pure bliss, I could just sleep during the day and work overnight while getting a degree for a school I don’t even go to. It helped recover the months I’ve been abusing my sleep.”

“The class was dead as shit when it was that alcoholic teaching us.”

“I’m surprised you attended class when no one did.”

“Fuck was I even supposed to do. Sit on my ass at home until my dad croaks?”

“Nah, it was such a waste of time when Kizakura was our homeroom.”

“You’re not wrong but its about discipline. What was the point of even going to Hope’s Peak when I’m not gonna attend the fucking class to begin with?”

“True, but you didn’t even need Hope’s Peak. You were going to get the seat regardless.”

“My dad was the one that wanted me to go here instead of going to some fuckass private school.”

“It is the school of talent, maybe your dad thinks you’d learn a thing or two here.”

“Fuck knows what that man is thinking half the time. All you can really do is nod your head and say yes. He’d strangle you if you don’t. Alright, I think we had enough chit chatting here, let’s head back.”

“Betchu he’s still snoring though.”

“What can we even do about it?” He slid the door open and entered.

“Oh shit hold on, I think Kaz packed some tape in his bag.” Hajime stepped foot and slid the door close. He rushed to the mechanic’s hiking backpack and pulled out a giant roll of ducktape.

“Who the hell carries duck tape on vacation.” Kuzuryu whispered.

“Him apparently but it can be pretty handy at time, there’s nothing duct tape can’t fix after all.” He shrugged and cut a piece.

He slowly draped it over the boy’s lips and shut it for the night.

“hhhhmm... zmmmmm... snorfffk... mmmhh…” The snoring was still there but it was faint.

“Good shit, Hinata.” The blond patted him on the back. “C’mon, we got a whole day of bullshit tomorrow.”

“Alright let’s go.” He got back to his bed and enveloped himself underneath his blanket. Though he noticed something odd next to him. “How the fuck did Komaeda sleep through that. Unbothered monster.”

[-x-]