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“ Alright everyone, settle down. Before I dismiss you all, I will be reminding each and everyone of you that the exams will start a week from now. I expect everyone to put some effort on it. “ Everyone inside the classroom started to groan, some out of frustration, and some sounded like whine and whimpers.

‘ Exams again huh… I wonder if they will actually put some challenging questions on it…’ Hajime Hinata let out a soft sigh as he continued to stare outside the window of the Reserve Course Department’s classroom. Examinations are part of his monotone routine in Hope’s Peak Academy. At the end of every semester, there is an examination for every single subject that they are studying, nothing new.

You see, Hajime Hinata is a fanatic. The biggest Hope’s Peak Academy whore fan. Ever since he was young, he aimed to enter the prestigious school. But of course, reality will eventually settle, and poor little Hajime Hinata will soon realize that he is a completely normal high school boy. In a place where talent and skills are everything, you will despise being “normal”.

So, to be less normal, Hajime placed all his time and effort into perfecting his grades. Mathematics, Sciences, Social Studies, even Physical Education, he is the best that the Reserve Course has to offer. But when it comes to the Main Course, nothing about him shouts “ultimate”. There are a lot of scholars all over Japan that can rival Hajime’s abilities. With his inability to move to the Main Course, but the high standing that he has within the Reserve Course, he is stuck in the bottomless boredom of being stuck in that gray area.

“ Alright, alright, that’s all. You’re all dismissed. “  After those words are uttered by the teacher, the students wasted no time gathering their stuff and leaving the room. Hajime just sat there, waiting for almost everyone to leave then proceeded to gather his belongings and leaving. Walking down the halls of the Reserve Course Department, walking along the see of black and white uniforms, Hajime cannot stop the feeling of envy within his chest. Black and white, faceless people, normal people. How much excitement will finally enter Hajime’s dull life once he is given the chance to join the Main Course?

Before he even realized it, he was in front of the fountain just outside the Reserve Course and the Main Course. Right in front of him looms the building that houses the ultimates, the blessed, the talented, the—

His thoughts were cut off when he felt someone bump to his chest. Looking down, the first thing he saw was the… scalp… of a pink haired person. He continued to stare, as the person slowly raised their head to see his face. It was a girl. The girl has droopy, baby pink eyes. Plump rosy cheeks, and a brown Main Course uniform. Upon seeing the uniform, Hajime flinched back.

“ Ah… I’m sorry… I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going…” He noticed that on the girl’s hand was a game console that is currently playing a familiar game that he himself had played a week before, but got bored of it after a while. Gala Omega.

“Um.. Yeah no problem! By the way, is that Gala Omega? “ Hajime off handedly commented, not knowing that the simple question will eventually have the girl chattering about games.

“ You play Gala Omega?! “ She shrieked. Shrieked mind you. The boy flinched further back and hesitantly answered.

“ Y-Yeah… I only played for a while though…” The only sound that left the girl’s mouth was a gasp.

And now, half an hour after bumping into the Main Course girl, Hajime Hinata is currently seated on the ledge of the fountain, back straight, hands on his lap, as he listens to the girl talk about how Gala Omega is the greatest videogame ever made. The girl looks adorable jumping around and being enthusiastic about a game. From the looks of it, Hajime concludes that this girl is obviously along the lines of the Ultimate Gamer. All he needs now is a name…

“ I… My name is Hajime Hinata. I suppose that you owe me your name? You know, before bombarding me with Gala Omega fun facts? “ He reached out his hand towards the girl. The faint blush that appeared on the girl’s cheeks didn’t go unnoticed as she also reached for his hand.

“My name is Chiaki Nanami, the Ultimate Gamer. “ But with Hajime being himself, blurted out the first thing the went in his head.

“ I noticed. “ Now, Hajime wants to bury himself alive. The girl—Chiaki— only gave her a polite smile, causing him to give her a small smile in return. Once they both let go of each other’s hand, they stood there for a moment. Awkwardly. That is until Chiaki sat beside him.

“ So… Why did you only play Gala Omega for a while? Did you already reach an unbeatable level? “ He hesitantly answered the other,

“ It's more like…I got bored of it... It’s just that the game was starting to get predictable by level 25, and by level 98, patterns became repetitive. “ He said with a distant look in his eyes.

Chiaki stared at the Reserve Course student in front of her. Patterns are not new in classic video games, but casual gamers don’t really invest the time and effort to find out and analyze these patterns. Games are more enjoyable when there aren’t any patterns, making it unpredictable. She then shuffled through her cat bag, reaching for another console, but this time with another game.

“ Hinata-kun… Have you heard of the game ‘Distrust’? “ By the time Hajime turns to Chiaki, a game console is already in front of his face. It’s a pink Playstation Portable.

“ ‘Distrust’? “ Hajime reached out for the console, that is already flashing the game’s title screen.

“ It’s a pretty old game that was released a few years ago, but it isn’t that popular. The gameplay is not well talked about. I’m pretty sure that this game doesn’t have a pattern because its a deductive game, and it even took me a atleast two days to finish it. The story line is complex, and even surprising at some points… Do you want to try it out? “

“ I – “ As much as Hajime shouldn’t be playing games on a weekday and focus on the up coming exams, the temptation of a pattern-less game that the Ultimate Gamer herself took at least two days to finish, is really hard to ignore. Also, the said girl is giving him puppy eyes, damn.

“ I guess… I can spend time for it… Do you mind if I take your console home? I promise to take care of it. ” Hajime sighed as he unwittingly succumbed to the others puppy eyes. Chiaki visibly lit up as she shook her head.

“ Mn! No problem! Take as long as you need! Also, here. Give me your contact details. Report to me your gaming progress. “ The bubbliness of the woman in front of him, made it impossible to Hajime to not crack a smile. After exchanging contact details, and making sure that the console is safely placed inside his bag, the two waved goodbye with the promise of seeing each other the next day.

What Hajime Hinata didn’t realize, he just made the first friend in Hope’s Peak… From the Main Course nonetheless.

Chapter Text

By the time Chiaki meets Hajime at fountain by lunch time the next day, the boy was beyond pissed.

He is running on at least two hours of sleep because of Nanami’s wretched game. The game was intriguing, but even so, it is underwhelming to say the least. By break time, Hajime is already on the fifth chapter—just mere moments before revealing the mastermind of the game. That is when some asshole reserve student smacked the console out of his hand. A part of his mind was livid, but another was used to the pettiness of other students. With a sigh, Hajime just leaned down to get the console, but before he could even reach for it, the same student’s foot was stomping on it, and a small crack was heard underneath the student’s shoe. And there, the boy lost it.

“ Are you nuts?! This shit ain’t mine! “ Hajime practically growled at the other’s face. The student only smirked at his reaction.

“ Of course it isn’t. It belongs to the pink-haired Main Course student right, Hinata? What are you doing getting all buddy-buddy with the Main Course? Did you resort to licking their shoes now?? “ The student was mocking him quite loudly, attracting the attention of the other students. Murmurs started to fill the room.

‘ Main Course? What’s he doing with them ‘
‘ Hinata-san is sooo desperate, hmph!’
‘ I can’t believe he had the guts to actually face an ultimate. ‘

Hajime’s teeth gritted, his fists closing in a tight fist. His head was full of disgusting words that he wished to spit out to the student’s face. But all of the sudden, his rage simmered down.

This student is petty. This situation is petty. Petty is boring. Boring can be easily brushed aside. It isn't worth your time.

Now with his usual poker face, Hajime leaned closer to the student. And the other was, well, intimidated is an understatement. With a swift kick to the other’s knee, the already shaken student fell down on his ass. Hajime gingerly picked up the console. The screen didn’t have scratches or any cracks on the exterior, but once Hajime tried to turn it on, it didn’t. With another sigh, he turned his gaze to the student. After a while of silently glaring at the other, he just placed the console in his pocket and quietly sat on his chair. He just gazed at the window beside him until the break finished and classes resumed.

And now at lunch time, he is handing a broken pink PSP in front of it’s owner, Chiaki Nanami.

“ I’m really sorry Nanami-san… Even when I promised that I would take care of it… “ The boy bowed his head in shame. It was his friend’s property! Dumb, petty-ass reserve course student…

‘ Wait, did I just call Nanami-san my frien—'

“ No worries Hajime-kun. I personally drop my consoles most of the time because I play while walking on the streets. This isn’t the first time this baby got a little beaten up. I’m sure Souda-kun will not mind fixing this again. “ Chiaki gave Hajime a soft assuring smile, while she carefully took the console from the other’s hand. But all the boy heard was the person that can apparently fix the console.

“ Souda…kun? “

“ Mn. Kazuichi Souda-kun, the Ultimate Mechanic. He is part of my class. He mainly does vehicles, but he readily fixes my consoles every time I break them—which is most of the time. “ Hajime just gave her an appreciative look, but still stiff because of the guilt. Chiaki seeing how stiff he is, tried to avert the conversation.

“ So… How was the game? How far did you go? “ With that, Hajime’s face lightened a bit, and his body loosened up.

“ It was great. The storyline was well thought of. I get how they made story is unpredictable, but…“

“ But…? “

“ It still is. “ Chiaki’s eyes widened.

“ What do you mean? “ Hajime faced her with the same poker face. The face that she could only described as a ‘bored analysis’.

“ I believe that the reason why the game is ‘unpredictable’, are the players themselves. The game allows the player to create a relationship with the other characters, causing them to empathize and relate to them. That is why you would never believe that sweet Haru-chan from the first chapter is capable of triggering the first kill. But once you try and analyze her response to the motive, her sheepish demeanor after it, and how she persuaded the main character, it shows that she is desperate to leave. “

“W-Were you able to finish the game? “ Hajime sighed, and shook his head.

“ That’s the thing… I unfortunately didn’t. I was already on the part where the mastermind is to be revealed. But if I were to guess… It is Daisuke-kun. The main character. It would only make sense for a game called 'Distrust' to have a heartbreaking twist like that. Am I right Nanami-san? “ The girl’s eyes widened, and her face just shone.

“ That’s amazing Hinata-kun! How were you able to do that?! And you even finished playing it in less than a day! “ She was brimming with joy and excitement. She was more than amazed with what the boy was able to do. But before he could even answered her question, they heard a faint sound of the school bell, signaling that lunch was over.

“ Oh no… I need to go Hinata-kun, see you later… I gues… “ Chiaki gave him a shy smile before she ran all the way to the Main Course building.

Hajime stared at her retreating figure, before turning around and retreats to the Reserve Course Building.

Chapter Text

The classroom was still intact when Chiaki returns to her class.

A day in the life of the 77^th class is fairly simple; it is filled with everything, but actual studying. Hope’s Peak’s goal is to make sure the talents of every single student will cultivate during their stay here in the academy. The TALENTS, the priority is not set on academics, but the talents. The students have the free reign of the facilities of the academy, as long as nothing bad happens. So, the usual rowdiness, and the bizarreness is normal in the Main Course building.

The 77^th classroom is currently rowdy. But not abnormal. Owari-san and Nidai-san are currently conducting an arm-wrestling competition in the middle of the room. Hanamura-kun is loudly cheering for the gymnast as he shoves meat after meat to the girl’s other hand. Mikan-chan is frantically standing on the side, her trusty first-aid kit clutched tightly on her chest. Kuzuryu-san is seated on his chair, looking at the commotion with amused eyes. Pekoyama-san is standing beside him, a small smile on her face as he looked at the amused yakuza. Ryota-kun is hunched at his laptop doing his anime, while…Mitarai-kun(?) Is beside him chatting up with Ibuki-chan. Ryota-kun looks up from his laptop from time to time to make sure that the other two is reassured that he is listening to their conversation. Sonia-chan is currently playing with the Four Dark Devas of Destruction™ with Tanaka-kun keeping watch beside her. With a closer look, the boy’s ear is fushed red. Koizumi-san, and Saionji-san are nowhere to be found, but the photographer is usually out and about the school grounds to take photos. And Saionji-san is probably hanging out with her.

Chiaki’s eyes scanned the room once more, but alas, Souda-kun is missing. On top of his desk is some kind of machinery part. She slowly walked to Sonia-chan’s desk, making sure not to get involved with the ruckus that Owari-san and Nidai-san is doing.

“ Sonia-chan, do you know where Souda-kun is? " Sonia-chan raised her gaize towards Chiaki, and had a thoughtful look on her face. But after a while she just gave her an apologetic smile. But before she can reply, Tanaka-kun replied for her.

“ The sharp-toothed fiend… went to the portal of relief to purify his hands of the blood that his mechanical pet decided to release out of it’s deepest, darkest chamber of life! ”

“ He washed his hands of gasoline in the comfort room, Chiaki-chan. “ Sonia-chan gave her a soft smile. Chiaki said her thanks to the two of them, before she went to her desk. She’ll just wait for Souda-kun to come back. After a while, she felt her phone vibrate in side of her pocket.

From: Hinata-kun (* ￣︿￣)

To: Chiaki (●’◡’●)

Nanami-san, it’s me Hinata.

Chiaki can’t help but let out a small chuckle when she read Hinata-kun’s stiff texting

From: Chiaki (●’◡’●)

To: Hinata-kun (* ￣︿￣)

Hinata-kun! ヾ(^▽^*))) it’s so nc that u txted me 2day! is there anything that u need? ≧ ﹏ ≦

On the other end of the line, Hajime cannot himself from snorting loudly. And in a split-second, his phone is placed on his lap, while he stare blankly at the teacher glaring at his direction. The teacher sighed and continued his discussion, then he also continued texting the girl.

From: Hinata-kun (* ￣︿￣)

To: Chiaki (●’◡’●)

What’s with all the kaomojis? I never thought that you are the kind of person that is noisy over texts. Also, you spell like a kid.

From: Chiaki (●’◡’●)

To: Hinata-kun (* ￣︿￣)

so rood Hinata-kun! Σ(っ °Д °;)っ y r u even txting me? 눈_눈 dont u have classes? (ﾟｰﾟ;

From: Hinata bully-kun (* ￣︿￣)

To: Chiaki (●’◡’●)

I have classes. But it’s boring, and I’d rather text you than listen to theories of evolution. Anyways, can you do me a favor? I remember that you are classmates with the Ultimate Mechanic. Do you think he’ll mind if you film him while fixing your console? I just wanted to see the extent of the damage my asshole classmate did.

From: Chiaki (●’◡’●)

To: Hinata bully-kun (* ￣︿￣)

（ФоФ)

HINATA-KUN SAID A BAD WORD VLKDNCKDCNDJV

From: Hinata bully-kun (* ￣︿￣)

To: Chiaki (●’◡’●)

BRUH. THAT’S WHAT YOU NOTICED??

From: Chiaki (●’◡’●)

To: Hinata bully-kun (* ￣︿￣)

Jk Hinata-kun! (｀ω´)

Im pretty sure he wont mind d(･∀･○)

ill send it to u asap! ☆=(ゝω･)/

From: Hinata bully-kun (* ￣︿￣)

To: Chiaki (●’◡’●)

Thank you Nanami-san. I have stuff to do after school, I’m sorry that we cannot hangout then.

From: Chiaki (●’◡’●)

To: Hinata bully-kun (* ￣︿￣)

Its ok Hinata-kun! +｡ﾟφ(ゝω・｀○)+｡ﾟ

see you tomorrow!! （’◇’）ゞ

From: Hinata bully-kun (* ￣︿￣)

To: Chiaki (●’◡’●)

See you tomorrow, Nanami-san.

By the time Chiaki had finished her chat with Hinata-kun, a lot had happened around her. Nidai-san had won the arm-wrestling contest, and Owari-san is being cheered up by Hanamura-san with more meat. Mikan-chan is now with Koizumi-san and Saionji-san, looking at the pictures the former took. But what’s more important, is Souda-kun is back, and is being hounded by Ibuki-chan.

Chiaki made her way to the pair. And when she was in a decent distance, she could hear what they are talking about.

“ I told you again, and again Ibuki, I will not enhance your guitar’s amplifier! I’m not only doing this for myself, but for the greater good! “

“ But Kazuichi-channn!! Ibuki just wants to make sure that everyone in Japan will hear Ibuki’s music! “

“ That’s the problem! “ Chiaki can’t help herself, but let out a chuckle. The two turned their gaze to the short girl.

“ Chiaki-chan! Ibuki missed youuuu!!! “ The girl glomped at the other.

“ I just saw you this morning Ibuki-chan, but I miss you too… I guess. Ah. Souda-kun… my PSP…” Chiaki started, but Souda-kun finished for her.

“ Broken again huh? “ He said in a teasing smile. Chiaki just gave him a shy smile, and took the console from her bag, handing it over to the mechanic. The mechanic looked at the surface, the screen, the front, and back. After that he tried to turn it on, but when it didn’t, he looked at Chiaki.

“ The exterior doesn’t look bad… Maybe when you dropped it, something got loose inside. I’ll check, but if that’s the case, it’ll be a piece of cake. “ Souda-kun flashed her a confident grin. Once the other was seated, Chiaki hastily pulled out her phone.

“ Um… Souda-kun, do you mind if I film you fixing my PSP? “ The boy raised his eyebrow.

“ Sure… But what for? “

“ Actually… A friend of mine is the one who broke it. He just wanted to see the extent of the damage, I guess. “

“ Oh! Is that so? Don’t worry, I won’t mind. “ Souda-kun flashed her his pointy grin. But before Chiaki can thank him, someone called for her outside.

“ Nanami-san! Can you give me a minute? “ Yukizome-sensei peeked her head through the door frame.

Chiaki didn’t want to make Yukizome-sensei wait, but at the same time, she didn’t want to keep Souda-kun from fixing her PSP. In an impromptu decision, she passed her phone to Ibuki-chan.

“ Ibuki-chan, please record Souda-kun while fixing my PSP, can you do that? “ Ibuki-chan’s eyes sparkeled with determination.

“ Of course!! Ibuki will be the best camera man for Chiaki-chan! Don’t worry, Ibuki will properly record Kazuichi-chan!! “ With a last smile, Chiaki went to Yukizome-sensei.

“ Yukizome-sensei… “

“ Ah! Nanami-san! I just have something to inform you. It’s about Komaeda-kun… “ Chiaki’s eyes widen at that. As the class representative, she is updated of her classmate’s well-being. And Nagito-kun… is not well.

“ A-ah! I didn’t mean it like that Nanami-san! It’s actually good news! “ She relaxed at that.

“ Actually, his doctor called earlier. By next week, Komaeda-kun will be able to join us again. They have cleared him well enough to attend classes again. “ Yukizome-sensei looked happy announcing this to her. Chiaki also felt relieved. Nagito-kun is the most frail among all of them. Even if Mikan-chan is clumsy, Nagito-kun is frail, and at the same time… a little off. She cannot describe it, but something about Nagito-kun makes all of them empathetic to the frail boy.

“ I’m happy that he is well Yukizome-san. Please tell him to keep it easy. “ Yukizome-san smiled at her and gestured that she can go. Chiaki nodded, and went back inside the classroom. The first thing that she saw was Ibuki waving her phone at her face.

“ Ibuki did it Chiaki-chan!! “ Chiaki smiled and took her phone from the other.

“ Thank you Ibuki-chan. You did well. “ Ibuki smiled, and proceed to walk away, probably looking for another person to chat with. Closely behind, Souda-kun is also waving her PSP at her.

“ Here ‘ya go! I was right, something just got loose inside. Nothing that major. “ Chiaki gave him a soft ‘thank you’, and walked towards her desk.

From: Chiaki (●’◡’●)

To: Hinata bully-kun (* ￣︿￣)

[Video File Attached]

here u go Hinata-kun! As promised! (｀ω´)

Chiaki didn’t wait for a reply, Hinata-kun is definitely listening to a lecture. She pulled out her Nantendo Gamegirl Advanced and proceeded to play Gala Omega until school ended.

She didn’t know that Souda-kun’s fixing abilities wasn’t the only thing shown in that video.

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“ Kazuichi-channnn!! Say hi to the camera!! “

“ Ibuki quit playing around! Nanami-san will be sending this video to her friend! I don’t wanna look like an idiot… “

“ Awww!! Don’t worry! Kazuichi-chan looks super cool while he does his mechanic things!! “

“ S-Stop it! Geez… Anyways, Nanami-san’s PSP is done, you can stop filming… “

“ Aww… But Ibuki wanted to see Kazuichi-kun do more cool stuff… Hey! What’s that thingy that you’ve been working on since this morning?? “

“ Ah, this little baby? It’s a little self-project that I’m doing right now. I’m making little robot, but I still haven’t figured out what it does… I’ve been working of this for weeks, but so far it hasn’t functioned well. Here look at this part…”

 Hajime didn’t go to school the next day.

Chiaki didn’t know what to do. When she went to the fountain by lunch time, Hinata-kun wasn’t there. She waited there until the bell rung, and with a heavy heart, she went back to the classroom.

The 77^th class noticed their class representative’s low spirits. The past two days, she was filled with nothing but light, and she even had a little skip with her steps. But today, she was as gloomy when she first entered the school. Mikan-chan slowly approached their low spirited friend.

“ U-Um… Chiaki-chan… Is something wrong? You seem a little somber than usual. “ Chiaki looked at her, and tried to reassure her that everything is alright, but then she remembered what Yukizome-sensei told her; properly communicating with her friends will make her feel better whenever she has troubles. That’s what friends are for. Chiaki gave her a soft smile.

“ Thank you Mikan-chan… It’s just that… My friend isn’t at our usual meeting spot earlier. I’m kind of worried that he hasn’t texted me about it… “ She said with a small pout.

“ By friend, you mean the person who kinda broke your console? “ Souda-kun said, now the whole class is interested in this mysterious friend.

“ It’s not Hinata-kun’s fault… His classmate smacked the console out of his hand while he was playing… and then his classmate stomped on it… “

“ Stomped on it?? Doesn’t that sound like bullying? “ Kuzuryu-kun was the one who spoke up. The others also looked like they agree with him.

“ Hinata-kun? What batch is he from? I’ve never heard of him before. “  Sonia-chan was the one who brought it up. Chiaki, looked a little hesitant to answer, but she just sighed and looked at her classmates.

“ He is not from the Main Course… He is a Reserve Course student. “

With that revelation, the whole class was silent. None of them really have anything against the Reserve Course. Kuzuryu-san’s sister, Natsumi-chan is there, along with Koizumi-san’s friend, Sato-san. But the academy is all about the segregation of the Main Course and the Reserve Course. And some of them is sick of it. They are all high school students, can talent dictate someone’s worth? All of them have somber looks on their faces, but Chiaki knows. Hinata-kun isn’t someone who needs pity, because she had seen what the boy can do.

“ Don’t worry about Hinata-kun… He is not someone you guys need to pity. I’m sure he can take care of himself, he’s stronger than he looks. “ Chiaki gave them a smile.

A cheery tune filled the room. Chiaki quickly pulled out her phone, it was Hinata-kun. She looked at her classmates, and they just gave her a worried look. She even saw Ibuki gesturing her to answer it. With a click, she placed her phone near her ear.

“ Hinata-kun? “ With that, the others cannot help but lean towards her, as if they are curious to hear the voice of Chiaki’s friend.

“ Nanami-san! I’m really sorry! I… I just woke up…”

After a few moments of silence, Chiaki cannot stop a laugh from bubbling out of her. She was laughing so hard that she didn’t even notice the incredulous looks that her classmates had given her. She wiped her eye.

“ You just woke up? I was practically worried nothing?? “ She laughed again along with her classmates this time.

“Hey dude! You made our class representative worry! “ Souda-kun teasingly shouted.

“… Um… Who was that? “ Hajime is still a little groggy, but he’s sure that he had heard this voice somewhere…Ah! The Ultimate Mechanic, Kazuichi Souda.

“ Souda-san? Wha—Nanami-san, you told your classmates about me? “  Hajime was pleased, but he wouldn’t say that out loud.

“ Of course I did. I want my friends to meet my new friend! Here, say hello to them! “ Chiaki place here phone on speaker and placed it on her desk. By then every single one of her friends have circled around her, and by everyone, EVERYONE. Even Ryota-kun is beside her, and not in front of his laptop. Hajime on the other line is a bit intimidated. These are Ultimates! How is he supposed to act??

“ Um… Hi…My name Hajime Hinata, I’m from the Reserve Course. “  Kuzuryu-san perked up at that.

“ Hajime Hinata? Then, do you know my sister? She’s Natsumi Kuzuryu. “  The other line was silent, as if Hajime-kun stopped to think.

“ Ah, Natsumi? So you’re the Ultimate Yakuza right? “  That should have been the last word he said. But Hajime being Hajime,

“ You don’t sound like it. “  The room’s temperature dropped a few degrees, most of them didn’t want to look at the yakuza. Chiaki moved to apologize on Hajime’s behalf—knowing that the boy didn’t mean it, but was blurting whatever first came in his mind. But before she can apologize, she heard the boy let out a hearty laugh.

“ That’s it! You are the same fucking Hajime that Natsumi talks about! You bastard, do I sound like a yakuza now that I pepper you with fucking curses? “ Everyone in the room, including Hajime on the other line just sweatdropped.

“ Wait, Natsumi talks about me? We’re not even that close, at least that’s what I know. “ Hajime was beyond confused. He and Natsumi had very limited interactions. With Hajime being a lone-wolf, and the girl being high-and-mighty, it’s rare for the two of them to interact with anyone, much less to each other.

“ Yeah. My sister keeps on babbling about this smart student in her class. She said that this kid named ‘Hajime Hinata’ is topping their exams left and right, and that she’s sure that he can top anyone from the Main Course. But she also told me that he’s good at sports, and can deliver a mean punch. Also, some girls saw his body while he was changing in the locker rooms, he’s apparently packed—“

“They saw WHAT?? WHAT THE FUCK?? Not cool guys! “  

“ I always knew that Hinata-kun is smart, but I didn’t know you are THAT smart. I mean yeah, you beat me at my video game bu—“ Once Chiaki says that, the whole class was flabbergasted.

“ HE WHAT?? “ They couldn’t believe what they just heard! Chiaki, THE Ultimate Gamer, was beaten, in a freaking, VIDEO GAME, by a RESERVE COURSE STUDENT. How did that happen??

“ Yo, you have some explaining to do mister. “

The rest of the school day was spent just like that. Even if Hajime was on the other lime, kilometers away from them, and the 77^th class not knowing what he looked like, he felt more than welcome. This is the one time that Hajime wishes that he has a talent, then maybe, just maybe… He can be with these people everyday.

What the class didn’t notice, is that Yukizome was watching from the door frame. The whole time, the whole conversation, she was there. Looks like another person met Hajime that day.

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Chiaki is still half asleep when she went to the fountain the next morning. While dorms exist in the academy, they are exclusive to the Main Course teachers and students. While Hajime is most likely on his way to school, Chiaki on the other hand, is still asleep. Her classrooms are just a few minutes away her room anyways, so why wake up early?

When she arrived, Hajime is already there, a blob of pink wrapping was beside him, and a huge roll of paper in his hand. She walked briskly towards the other, her hand waving.

“ Hinata-kun! “ Even when she shouted her voice is still soft, but it was enough to grab the other’s attention. Hajime looked at her with a soft smile, his face lightly shone under the soft gleam of the sun. But he straightened up, and she couldn’t discern the emotion that passed his eyes.

“ Nanami-san, good morning. “  He was stiff, so different from the phone call that they had yesterday. Chiaki frowned a little, and punched his shoulder.

“ Stop being so stiff Hinata-kun, it makes me think that the whole phone conversation yesterday didn’t happen. “ She then patted the spot she punched.

“ If you are thinking about what people would say about you being buddy-buddy with some Ultimates, don’t mind them. I assure you that the whole 77^th class thinks highly of you. No need to worry. “ Hajime’s cheeks flushed a bit.

So this is how it feels to have friends…

“ A-Ahem! Anyways… Here you go Nanami—“ Before he could even continue, Chiaki stopped him.

“ Just call me Chiaki, Hinata-kun. Didn’t Souda-kun already asked you to call him by his first name? Or are you already replacing me as your best friend?? “

“ O-Of course not why w—nevermind, just take this! “ He said while shoving the pink bunch to her.

“ Nah, call me by my first name first Hinata-kun. “

“   N-Nanami-san—“

“ Hajime. “ When that left Chiaki’s lips, silence engulfed the two of them. Their cheeks were both flushed, but it can be easily faulted to the cold breeze of the early morning. Hajime opened his mouth, but when no sound was made, he closed them again. By now, the other had noticed his hesitation and stared at him flustered but reassuring. He found himself wanting to give her what she wanted.

“ Chiaki…”

They are flustered—well flustered is an understatement.

“ A-Ahem…! “ The sound of someone clearing their throat caught their attention. Whipping their heads towards the sound, and there they saw a woman with orange hair, wearing a blue suit and skirt combo, along with a white frilly apron.

“ Yukizome-sensei…”

“ S-Sensei? “ Hajime was stuttering, why? Well… He may or may not just assumed that the Main Course didn’t have any teachers… Will you blame him? It’s not like the the Ultimates study Mathematics and other normal subjects like those in the Reserve Department…

“ Nanami-san! I was worried when didn’t go to the classroom! Come on, classes are about to start! “ Chiaki nodded, but before she could say goodbye to Hajime, the pink blob was shoved to her face.

“ Here take this Chiaki…To be honest… You are my first friend, so I thought that I could give you something that I learned. But since that talk through the phone yesterday… I just decided to make this for everyone. Thank you…I guess…” He gently deposited the blob to her arms. It felt squishy, but at a certain point, something was firmer inside.

“ Ah… And this. “ It was the roll of paper.

“ Give this to Kazuichi for me. But remember Chiaki… “ Hajime gripped her shoulders, staring directly at her eyes.

“ Never. And I mean, NEVER, let Kazuichi touch this gift, until he thoroughly reads what’s written in the paper. Okay? “ She was taken aback, but all she could do was nod. With a smile, Hajime waved her goodbye, and started walking towards the Reserve Department. She turned and walked to her teacher, who saw everything that happened.

While walking on the opposite direction, Yukizome cannot hold her curiosity back any longer.

“ Who was that boy Nanami-san? Your boyfriend~~? “ The gamer flushed at that.

“ N-No! He is a friend! Just a friend!! “

“ Eh? A friend? How did you guys meet? Isn’t he a Reserve Course Student? “

“ I bumped at him while I was playing a game. And then after that, we just became closer, I guess…”

“ Isn’t that amazing?! You used your talent to make friends! See, there will be people that will have the same likes as you. Just remember to not beat them at games too much~ “ Chiaki smiled at this.

“ I don’t think that’s possible with Hajime. “

“ Why is that? “ The both of them halted their steps, now facing each other.

“ He will probably beat me first. Hajime Hinata is the first person to ever beat me in time. Maybe next time I’ll ask him if he can beat my high score in Gala Omega. “ After flashing her teacher a smile, she turned forwards and continued on walking. The teacher on the other hand was shocked, but at the same time, amazed. By what she saw yesterday, maybe having another student in class wouldn’t hurt.

By the time the both of them arrived inside of their classroom, Chiaki was softly panting. Whatever is inside the bag is a bit heavy. She initially thought that it’s a stuff toy, but now she’s thinking twice with how heavy it is. Once the door was opened, everyone’s eyes was directed at her, and then, the pink blob.

“ Good Morning Chiaki-chan! Chisa-chan! “ Ibuki was the first person to see them, immediately going closer to the people who just came in.

“ G-Good Morning Ibuki-chan… ”

“ Good Morning Mioda-san. “ The two of them smiled at the other, but Chiaki more like grimaced. Ibuki smiled in return, and immediately noticed Chiaki’s grimace. She wondered for a bit, and shifted her gaze towards what ever is in the gamer’s hand.

“ Are you okay Chiaki-chan? Is it heavy? Ibuki can carry it for you! “ Chiaki who was still a little out of breath, just nodded and pointed at her desk. Ibuki took the pink blob from the other’s hand, noting that it was indeed a little heavy. Ibuki made her way to Chiaki’s desk, while the other is slowly following her. Once she set the blob down on the other’s desk, the others started to flood around the pink-haired girl.

“ What’s with the gift Chiaki-chan? Did you get a boyfriend?~ Well tell him his wrapping sucks! “ Saionji snidely said at the side. Mahiru then flicked the younger at her forehead. Chiaki just shook her head.

“ It’s from Hajime. He told me that he made this for us. “ There are some people that gave her knowing glances, but she didn’t mind them.

“ Really?? My soul bro made it?? Then let’s go open it!! “ But before Kazuichi can even touch it, Chiaki immediately shoved the roll of paper that Hajime gave her.

“ Before you can touch it, Hajime told me to give this to you. And according to him, ‘ NEVER, let Kazuichi touch this gift, until he thoroughly reads what’s written in the paper ‘. I’m just following his orders. And don’t worry Souda-kun, I will not open it until you’re done. It’s for all of us, so we should all see what’s inside at the same time. “ Kazuichi grumbled a little, and took the paper. Once the paper was unfurled, Kazuichi’s eyes widened. Sonia— who was beside him took notice of this.

“ Souda… Are you alright? “ The mechanic took a while to answer.

“ I-It’s! T-This is a blueprint! A detailed one at that! “ He flipped the paper so that everyone could see. What they was a mechanism that they can’t quite understand. Although there are labels on the side, they aren’t the Ultimate Mechanic. They can’t really decipher what is shown, but they don’t know how to ask the excited mechanic.

“ U-um… Souda-kun… W-What is it s-supposed to be…? “ Bless your sweet soul Mikan.

“ It’s a robot of course! A robot! “ While the boy was waving the paper around—as if to emphasize it being a robot—a piece of paper fluttered down, landing near Ibuki’s feet.

“ Hmm?? What is this?? ‘ Kazuichi, DO NOT disassemble Usami ‘. Usami? “ When those words left her lips, the pink blob twitched, making everyone turn to it.

“ Um… Did the gift just move?? “

“ I-I saw i-it too!! “

When the panic and shouting started, the rustling inside of the wrapper became more evident.

“ W-What the fuck?? I think it’s trying to get out! “

“ Open it Chiaki-chan! “

Chiaki immediately ripped the wrapping. And once she ripped enough, something jumped out making everyone jump a little.

“ Love! Love! “ A childish voice erupted inside of the room. Everyone looked around, until their gaze landed on a rabbit on the floor.

“ I-Is that the robot Hajime made for us? “ Nobody knows who asked, but before anyone could answer, the rabbit-robot talked again.

“ No! I am a squeezably soft stuffed animal. Magical Miracle Girl ★ Usami…A.K.A. Usami! I may not look like it, but I am your squeezably soft teacher. Nice to meet you all! "

“ T-Teacher?! “

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From: Chiaki (●’◡’●)

To: Hajime (* ￣︿￣)

HAJIME!!!!!111!!

YUKIZOME-SENSEI IS HAVING AN ANEURYSMSLNFRV\ Σ(°△°|||)︴

WHY IS USAMI ONLY REPEATING THE SAME SENTENCE OVER AND OVER AGAIN????

ALSO!!!!1!!!

WDYM BY TEACHER???? YUKIZOME-SENSEI IS NOT AMUSED HAJIME!!!!!

SHE WANTS TO HAVE A PROPER CONVERSATION WITH USAMI!!! SHE WANTS TO STAY AS THE MAIN TEACHER?!!!

[Video File Attached]

[ Video Description: Chisa and Usami is in front of each other, the human is glaring at the robot. While she shouts at the robot reasons why she cannot be the teacher, the robot only says the same line over and over again. There are laughter that can be heard around them. But the loudest is Kazuichi and Ibuki’s. ]

[ Chisa: You cannot be the teacher. I AM the teacher!

  Usami: No! I am a squeezably soft stuffed animal. Magical Miracle Girl ★ Usami…A.K.A. Usami! I may not look like it, but I am your squeezably soft teacher. Nice to meet you all!

 Chisa: LISTEN TO ME RABBIT! YOU CANNOT BE THE TEACHER! THAT’S MY JOB!!

 Usami: No! I am a squeezably soft stuffed animal. Magical Miracle Girl ★ Usami…A.K.A. Usami! I may not look like it, but I am your squeezably soft teacher. Nice to meet you all!

 Chisa: Alright you little—  ]

From: Hajime (* ￣︿￣)

To: Chiaki (●’◡’●)

Usami isn’t complete yet…She doesn’t have a fully independent brain. So currently, she only has a set of pre-installed responses. So please tell Yukizome-sensei that it’s currently impossible to hold a normal conversation with Usami.

Also… I didn’t know that the Main Course has a teacher you know!

Say sorry to Yukizome-sensei for me…

Chiaki cannot help but chuckle at the message. She raised her head, and stared at her teacher who is still arguing with the robot.

“ Yukizome-sensei! Please stop arguing with Usami. Hajime said that talking to Usami is useless because she isn’t completed yet. “ Chisa stopped bantering with the robot, and instead looked at Chiaki.

“What do you mean it isn’t finished yet? It looks finished to me…”

“ Usami doesn’t have an independent brain yet… That’s what Hajime told me atleast. “

“ Ah! So meaning, Usami doesn’t have an AI yet. “ Kazuichi said as he continued to stare at the blueprint Hajime gave him.

“ A-AI…? Artificial Intelligence r-right? W-What difference c-can it do t-to U-Usami…? “

“ Ah…I’m not really the one you should ask about that, but… I’ve seen a few robots here and there when doing repairs. All I know that if a robot has an advanced AI, they are capable of learning and adapting to different situations. So I think…if Hajime will be able to create an AI for Usami…It can definitely learn how to be and act like a teacher! “

“ Hey! Are you guys replacing me??! Such bad students!! “ Chisa pouted at her students, making them laugh. She slowly let go of the pout and smiled softly at her students. Ah…the joy of being the teacher of these troublemakers. How wonderful would it be to have another student.

“ Alright, alright! Let’s start the day shall we? “

“ Let's keep up the pace and all do our best to peacefully enjoy this heart-throbbing school year! Love! Love! ”

By lunch time, Chiaki, along with Kazuichi, went to see Hajime. Chiaki is currently walking hand-in-hand with Usami, while Kazuichi is following the two of them.

“ Wow…I’ve never walked around this area before… How did you end up here anyways Nanami-san? “ Kazuichi walked faster in order to walk beside the other.

“ I was playing while walking around. When I bumped into Hajime… I was just here. “ The other just stared at her. And a moment later, a smirk bloomed on his face.

“ Hmm… So you and Hajime… What’s up? “ Chiaki flushed at that.

“ N-Nothing is up! We are just friends! “

“ Uh huh… What ever you say Nanami-san.~ “ Chiaki pouted at the other. But before she can retort back, someone called them over.

“ Chiaki! Ah! You must be Kazuichi! “ Hajime was waving in front of the fountain. Upon seeing him, the two ultimates briskly walked towards him—with Chiaki making sure not to pull the robot too harshly. When they reached the boy, the robot walked infront of Hajime. Hajime smiled patting Usami’s head. After that he reached for Kazuichi’s hand to shake it. But the other just smile at him and gave him a firm pat and a squeeze at his shoulder.

“ Nice to finally see you in person, soul friend! “ Hajime froze a bit. So far, Chiaki was the only friend that he has, but with this boy calling him his soul friend? That just warmed his heart.

‘ Another friend huh? Good for you Hajime. ‘

“ Yeah, It’s nice to see you too Kazuichi. “ He gave the other a smile, and directed his gaze to the robot in front of him.

“ Usami, report. “

“ Yes! The 77^th class has fifteen students with one adult. All of them have been recorded in the database! Puhuhu! I know all of them! I remember all of my students! Love! Love! “ Usami said in a joyful tone, making Chiaki and Kazuichi surprised.

“ Bro, I thought that Usami doesn’t have an advanced AI? How can she do that?? “ Kazuichi gushed, and started to reach over to the robot. But before he could even touch the robot, Hajime smacked his hand away.

“ Usami isn’t complete, but she isn’t exactly dumb. As I said, she only runs on pre-installed responses. So any conversation that isn’t included in those, are gonna be left unanswered, or as what happened earlier, she will try and reuse her existing responses. She doesn’t exactly knows what it means, so she just uses some context clues. I guess the word ‘teacher’ will trigger her to respond—“

“ No! I am a squeezably soft stuffed animal. Magical Miracle Girl ★ Usami…A.K.A. Usami! I may not look like it, but I am your squeezably soft teacher. Nice to meet you all! “ The three of them stared at the robot. After a while of silence, Chiaki cannot help but chuckle.

“ I see! Usami is definitely as smart as Hajime. “ Chiaki patted the robot’s head just like how Hajime did earlier. The boy blushed and averted his gaze from the cute scenario that is currently happening in front of him. Kazuichi noticed this and smugly smirked at the two.

The three of them chatted for a bit more, until Kazuichi remembered something.

“ Hey bro, how were you able to make Usami? Are you actually a mechanic like me?? “ He excitedly asked the other. That would explain why Hajime was in the Reserve Course, because he was in the Main Course! But Hajime just shook his head at the other.

“ Nah.  Remember that video I asked Chiaki film? Ibuki also filmed that part where you are showing that robot that you have been making for awhile. I just thought that what you’re doing looked cool and challenging, like a puzzle. I have parts at home, so I thought why not. “

“ Seriously?? You made a whole robot out of that?? “

“ Not only that. I also made my own research, especially with the programming. I found this blog reviewing about the AI system that a guy named Chihiro Fujisaki created. Alter Ego was it? I tried to search and replicate it for Usami, but obviously it’s not published online. “

“ So how were you able to make an AI for Usami? “ Chiaki asked him with bright eyes. Hajime smiled sheepishly, a little hesitant to answer.

“ I… may or may have not found a Fujisaki wannabe that is more than eager to flaunt his work around. Though Fujisaki’s Alter Ego is still the standard, but atleast I got Usami up and working with less than twenty-four hours of working. If I can just atleast have a peek with their script, even just ten minutes, I might just create Usami the needed advancements to act like a teacher…“ The mechanic’s eyes are bulging. A whole robot, with fully functioning mechanism, and an average AI in less than twenty-four hours?? Chiaki did say that Hajime was smart, but he never thought that he is this smart!! But before Kazuichi can comment, Chiaki took the opportunity to talk to Hajime.

“ Um Hajime, Usami said that her database already has fifteen students and an adult right? “

“ Yep, right Usami? “

“ Yes! The 77^th class has fifteen students with one adult. All of them have been recorded in the database! Puhuhu! I know all of them! I remember all of my students! Love! Love! “ Usami said in a joyful tone. Ah she doesn’t have that much variety in her responses huh?

“ Is there anything wrong with that? I do know that Usami works on an average AI, but I doubt she will neglect a student from your class. I programmed her to acknowledge the people around her when she is first opened, and label them as the 77^th class. “

“ Ah, nothing is wrong with Usami. It’s just that we have a classmate that have been absent for a month now. I just want Usami to know him too. He is part of our class anyways. “

“ Ah! You mean Nagito? Yeah, so far I think everyone from our class already knows Hajime. But with Nagito in the hospital…We haven’t had the chance to introduce them. ” Hajime tapped his chin, suddenly interested with this 16^th student.

“ You can add him in the database. Usami just needs an image, a whole body shot if available, and also a full name. “ Chiaki nodded and pulled out her phone. After awhile of swiping, she settled on a photo of Nagito staring at the mountain of soda that the vending machine dispensed, with a sheepish smile in his face. Once Hajime saw it, his eyes immediately zeroed on the guy's cute face. This Nagito looked like he’s used to this. There is no panic in his face, no shock, no nothing. Just…normal. Well not normal in this situation. Hajime can’t help but chuckle, a mountain of sodas for the price of one.

‘  Was that good luck? Or a horrible one? I wonder. ‘

 Chiaki showed her phone to Usami, making sure that the robot can see the picture clearly.

“ Usami, this is Nagito Komaeda. He is also part of the 77^th class, but he’s been confined at the hospital for a month now. Next week, he will be back though…Remember him okay? “ Usami was still staring at the photo. After a while,

“ Okay! Nagito Komaeda! Puhuhu! I have another student! Love! Love! “

“ Alright, let’s see if the database has been updated… Usami, report. “

“ Yes! The 77^th class has sixteen students with one adult. All of them have been recorded in the database! Puhuhu! I know all of them! I remember all of my students! Love! Love! “ Usami said in a joyful tone. Hajime smiled, patting the robot’s head as if it was a child. Chiaki cannot help herself from snapping a picture, she’s definitely going to show these to the others.

The bell rang signaling the end of lunch. The three stood up, and began saying their goodbyes.

“ Usami, be the best teacher for the 77^th class, okay? “

“ Yes! Hinata-san! Love! Love! “

Kazuichi, Chiaki, and Usami started to walk away, but Hajime called out to them at the last minute.

“ Yes Hajime? “

“ I’ll be spending the whole weekend probably stuck inside my room. If you do text me, I probably wouldn’t be able to reply. “ Chiaki pouted at this, and Hajime just smirked at her.

“ What? You’ll miss me that much? Don’t worry I won’t forget you. “ The other’s face flushed, and she just stuck her tongue. She stomped away from Hajime, still hand-in-hand with Usami. Kazuichi chuckled while waving goodbye to the other boy.

“ Did you know?? My soul friend made Usami in less than twenty-four hours?? So amazing right??! “

“ Less than twenty-four hours??? That’s impossible! Maybe he’s lying to you, you idiots! “

“ Usami, who created you? “

“ I am created by Hajime Hinata-san! I am created to be a pseudo-teacher for the 77^th class! Love! Love! “

“ Pseudo-teacher? “

“ Hajime thought that the Main Course didn’t have homeroom teachers… ”

“ That absolutely sounds like Hinata-san! “

“ Yes. I am telling the truth. “

“ I believe that a student from the Reserve Course has a talent worthy of the Main Course. “

“ Yes… I know that we do not give out exams, but—yes…I understand. “

“ But I also believe that this kid wasn’t able to fully show off his talent! “

“ Please…Give this child the chance to shine…I-I believe that... the hope inside him... is greater than I've ever seen ”

“ R-Really?! T-Thank you so much! “

“ Their name…? “

“ … “

“ Hajime Hinata. “

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The weekends were spent with Hajime locked inside his room. Even if he was so sure that the exams will be same as usual, the nagging feeling behind his head was telling him otherwise. The feeling was making him anxious, but at the same time…excited. As if it’s making him anticipate something new. Something worthwhile. Something… not boring.

‘ It wouldn’t hurt to brush up on my studies right? ‘ Brush up he said, but he ended up learning beyond his level anyways.

That’s how the weekend passed. Hours spent on learning, and relearning various topics, and little to no sleep. And by Monday, the bags underneath his eyes are more than ready to move out. But as he walked towards the building, there is a not-so-obvious spring in his step. He texted Chiaki the day before that he would be busy the whole day because of the exams, meaning they wouldn’t be able to meet during the breaks.

When he arrived at the exam room, he immediately went to the chair that was assigned to him. The room was still barely occupied, loud chattering filled the room as they waited for the proctor that will conduct the examination. So Hajime did what generic protagonists do, stare out the window.

‘ Something tells me that something will happen today… Will it rain? Will the exams be cancelled? Or—“

His train of thought was abruptly halted when a thud was heard. When he looked up, Not only was there a teacher at his face but a thick book on his desk. He didn’t even notice that the room was silent, nor the students were all seated in their respective chairs. The teacher tapped at the thick book and walked away. Hajime looked down at the book, staring at the title written in English.

“ International College Level Reviewer “

“ Alright everyone, there’s still fifteen minutes before we start. Use this time to go through your lessons again—if you want to pass that is. “ This is it. Something is off, but so right. Hajime flipped through the book, he only has fifteen minutes to look through the contents of this book anyways, better make each second count. Most of the contents are written in English, but upon reading further, the contents are just the same with what he learned and relearned last weekends with only a few new topics. After Hajime browsed through the contents that he didn’t know, he closed the large book and stared out the window with ten more minutes to spare. The teacher in front raised a brow at his actions and sighed, writing something on a clipboard. But other than that, the teacher just let him be. He was a bit disappointed. His guts made him excited for nothing!  But that can’t be it… His guts never led him astray before. Every single feeling, be it nagging, excitement, or fear, all of them are spot on.

‘ Patience Hajime… Patience. ‘

“ Alright everyone, time’s up. Keep your things. Settle down, I’ll be passing the papers around. Once you receive your paper, place it on your desk facing down. We will all take the exam simultaneously. “ The teacher places an answer sheet, along with a booklet on everyone’s desks. But when the teacher got to Hajime’s desk, they placed a thicker booklet with five different answer sheets. And with Hajime being the good boy he is, no matter how curious he is, he didn’t take a peek at the booklet. He’s trying his best not to, trust me.

“ You all have exactly two hours to answer everything in the booklet. You may start…now. “ He immediately flipped through the pages, noting that most of the questions are written in English.

Ten minutes in the examination, there are some people staring at Hajime. They wondered why he isn’t done with the exam yet, and why he has five answer sheets with him. Usually, he can finish an exam way faster than everyone else. Mostly because the exams are short, and the topics are easy (for him atleast…).

Hajime is currently having a hard time with half of the questions being written in English. He can definitely use context clues and the few words that he actually understands. But he wouldn’t let himself do things half-assed. So he raised his hand, and called the teacher.

“ May I use an English-Japanese dictionary? I can’t answer these without knowing what its asking me. “ The teacher wrote something on a nearby clipboard, and approached Hajime with a booklet at hand. It’s a dictionary. And on the cover was a post-it note saying his full name. As much as Hajime wants to think about it. He is getting ridiculously frustrated of all the time he’s wasting not answering the exams. With the dictionary in one hand, and the questionnaire and answer sheet placed in his desk. Hajime Hinata started with what may be the exam that will change his life.

‘ Thirty minutes Hajime. Any longer than that is a dumb-ass bitch. ‘

Here comes the nagging feeling in his head. Mocking him. Challenging him. Keeping his excitement running. He smirked to himself.

‘ Try me bitch. Make it twenty-five, with a perfect score. ‘

Hajime Hinata finished the exam at exactly twenty-two minutes. That record most definitely made it’s was to the teacher’s clipboard.

On the second day of exams, he was stopped by a blonde man in front of the examination room. He hasn’t seen him anywhere, he is a complete stranger to Hajime’s eyes.

“ Hajime Hinata-san? “ The man smiled at him. But Hajime can see it. His eyes are calculating, subtly analyzing Hajime’s whole being. His physic may be lax, but the way the other never meets his eyes, says a lot that he doesn’t want to be here.

“ You don’t want to be here. You think this is a waste of time. “ Damn Hajime’s big mouth. He just sighed, not noticing the slight surprise in the man’s eyes.

“ Please stop analyzing me, it’s a bit unnerving. If you don’t need anything, I’ll be going. I still have an examination to go through. “ He gave the man a bow, and tried to enter the room. But before he can even grab the door knob, a hand was placed on his shoulder. He whipped his head towards the now grinning man.

“ That’s what I’m here for. An examination. Just for you Hinata-san. “

What Hajime didn’t know, it was the last time he will be stepping inside the Reserve Course Department.

BONUS:

Hajime is currently working on his fifth, and final exam—Mathematics, when the teacher stepped out for awhile. Now everyone is openly staring at him. If you have a social life— with of course, gossipy friends—you definitely know a Reserve Course student named Hajime Hinata who tops every single subject. It is well known that he can finish two exams within minutes. The only time he took longer than minutes, was the time the exam had an error in the equation. He literally spent five minutes on that problem, until he finally realized that the equation had an error, and proceeded to slam his head on his desk. Such a weirdo.

Hajime didn’t mind all the stares. He has more important things to do. Thankfully the examination was written in Japanese, finally letting his left hand unoccupied. But the people beside him can see that his left hand was tapping against the desk in a rhythmic pattern. Is he playing…a piano of something? The student that has taken the role of being the person who always mocks Hajime also noticed that it was taking the boy longer than normal to complete the examination.

“ What’s wrong Hinata? Finally turned dumber? “

Tap tap tap… tap…tap tap…

“ Or is it because you started hanging out with ultimates? Maybe you feel superior than us that you won’t even bother taking this test, huh? “

Tap tap…tap…tap tap tap… tap… tap tap tap tap tap tap… tap

“ You ain’t answering me huh?? Is that how lowly you think of me?? Remember…As long as the two of us is in the same department, YOU ARE IN MY LEVEL!! “

Tap tap…tap…tap tap tap… tap… tap tap tap tap tap tap… tap…tap tap tap… tap…tap tap… tap tap tap… tap tap…tap…tap… tap…tap tap tap… tap…tap tap… tap tap tap tap tap tap…tap

“ STOP THE TAP, TAP, TAPPING!! “

Hajime sighed, this guy just has to open his mouth right when he’s about to finish.

“ Shut up will you? I’m doing math. Your blabbering is making it harder to think. “

“ Hmph! Math?? Have you really lost it?? We don’t have any math today! “

“ Well I do. “

“ You are lying, are you saying that you are special?? Well let me te—“ Hajime glared at the student, his eyes basically showing spite.

“ Can you shut up? I just want to be finished with this shit. This is my fifth exam of the day, and I’m getting a bit cranky. I am thiiiiiiis close to punching someone. Shut up and leave me alone, nitwit. “ Hehe he learned that from the dictionary that was given to him.

Tap tap tap… tap…tap tap…tap

As the teacher entered the room again, Hajime raised his papers, signaling that he is done.

‘ How was that? Exactly twenty-two minutes. Shorter than expected. ‘

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Hajime was clutching his school bag as he followed the man in front of him. He is suspicious of the him, aware that he has never met the man before, but at the same time, nothing really screamed danger. So he continued following the man with an uncomfortable feeling.

Due to him being so focused with the discomfort, he didn’t even notice the fact that they had passed the fountain and is headed to the Main Course building. The only time he noticed, is when something bumped into him—well, someone. The person has white fluffy hair, and was a bit taller than him. A boy… With a lanky build. His skin is overly pale, with his eyes a bit dull and lidded, heavy eye bags underneath them. But the brown uniform made Hajime’s eyes widen. He looked up and for the first time that morning, noticed his surroundings.

He is inside the main Course building. INSIDE the building. Not just in front, or outside… But inside. If only he wasn’t in public and in front of a cute Ultimate…Hajime would admittedly let out a few tears. The boy’s incredulous stare went unnoticed by Hajime. When the boy opened his mouth, as if to reprimand the presence of a Reserve Course student in the Main Course, the blonde man cleared his throat. Both boys looked at him.

“ Ah, Komaeda-san! It’s been a while since I’ve seen you. Are you feeling better now? “ The man smiled at the boy, while the boy softly smiled in return.

“  Indeed Kizakura-san, it’s  been a while. And yes…The doctor told me that I am well enough to return to the dorms and attend classes, but I still need to limit myself. “ The boy gave the man a sheepish smile. Hm… Kizakura-san… Atleast Hajime has a name for the blonde man. And the boy is apparently Komaeda—

“ Komaeda? Nagito Komaeda? You’re part of the 77^th class right? “ Hajime asked with an excited tone. He remembers that white fluffy hair, and that face. Nothing beats seeing people face-to-face. The boy just looked at him with narrowed eyes.

“ Yes. I am. But how did you know that. Does news fly that fast to the Reserve course? “ Even with that cute face, his voice was snarky as shit. Hajime knows that the boy is being rude. But Hajime didn’t really mind…? He is actually amused. The boy looked like a chill, soft, and friendly person. But his words do bite. Hajime just looked at him blankly, before flashing the other a small smirk. Nagito’s cheeks flushed a little, but his eyebrows furrowed more. He looked away from Hajime and walked away. Hajime looked at the teacher, but he just shrugged at him.

“ Come on Hinata-san. You have an examination to go through. “

Hajime was taken to a gymnasium. There was a long table that has four people on it. In the middle was Jin Kirigiri, the headmaster. He hasn’t seen the headmaster personally. He only saw photos online. Two men that he doesn’t recognize are on either side of the headmaster. And on the ends, Chiaki’s teacher was seated, and the blonde man was on the other side. There was a single chair and a table infront of them, with a stack of… something hidden underneath a white cloth.

“ Hajime Hinata, right? “ The headmaster’s voice boomed inside the silent gymnasium.

“ Yes sir. “ The man smiled at him. A bit forced if you ask Hajime.

“Please take a sit Hajime-kun. “ Hajime took a seat on the chair, placing his bag beside him.

“ So Hajime-kun do you know why you are here? “

“ Well… Kizakura-san insists that I am here for an examination. But the Main Course doesn’t have one right? Atleast, that’s why I know. “ The headmaster straightened up, and his face turned serious.

“ The only examinations that the Main Course has is an annual assessment to test if the students have either retained or, improved in their talents. But for entrance exams, there are none in history… until now that is. “ Hajime’s eyes widen at that.

“ Until now…? What do you mean? “

‘ I-Is this…What I think it is…? ‘

“ We were told by Yukizome-san here about all the things you have done for her class. She believes that you deserve to be part of the Main Course, but frankly, I am in doubt Hajime-kun. “ He felt his heart stop at that.

“ I do not have any proof. You don’t have any records that is really eye catching. Yes you are a scholar, a smart one at that, but there are hundreds of student who are like you all-over Japan. And we still haven’t gotten your exam from yesterday, so, so far, you are a normal student in our eyes.  “ Hajime’s heart dropped deeper at every word.

“ But…If what Yukizome-san claims is true, and you do have a talent. Then it is our loss if we let you go. “ Hajime looked up at the man, his heart calming down once he saw a softer smile in the other’s face.

“T-Thank you so much for giving me this opportunity… And t-thank you Yukizome-san for noticing me. “He faced the woman at the end of the table. Hajime is more than grateful for her. The woman smiled at him.

“ No problem Hinata-san… Just promise me that Usami will not aim to overtake my job. “ The woman’s tone was playful, making Hajime’s nerves fully calm down. He let out a chuckle, while the people on the long table looked at them confused.

“ Usami? And why is she a threat to Chisa’s job? “ The blonde man—Kizakura asked with a confused look.

“ Ah! Usami is a robot Hinata-san made! She keeps on claiming that she is the teacher of my class though…” She answered with a huff. Hajime chuckled at her response.

“ I apologize Yukizome-san. I did not know that the Main Course has a teacher… But don’t worry! Once I can learn and create a better AI program, I can set Usami to work beside you instead. “ The headmaster looked at him with curiosity.

“ And this Usami robot that we are talking about, where is it? “ Jin Kirigiri started to interrogate.

“ Ah, Usami is with the 77^th class. I told her that she will be staying with them. “ Hajime felt that he was being slowly dissected carefully. As much as it’s unnerving, but if this is really a test, he needs to suck it up.

“ How did you built it? Did you have any help? Did the Ultimate Mechanic help you? “

“ No, but he did unknowingly shown me how robots work. “

“ Unknowingly? “ This time one of the men beside the headmaster asked.

“ Yes…his classmate filmed him fixing something for me, well for my friend, but after that his classmate asked him about the robot that he had been working with. Not knowing that the classmate was still filming, and the video was sent to me. So, technically, he did help me by showing how the mechanisms work, but when it comes to the hands-on building, it was all me. “ Hajime looked at the headmaster. He was definitely telling the truth; he just needs them to believe it. The headmaster nodded a little bit, as if finally digesting the information.

“ Well, then. How about the brain? How did you do it. “

“ Research. With everything that I can, I tried looking for an AI program that I can learn, and manipulate for Usami. I saw that Chihiro Fujisaki’s Alter Ego will be the best in the field, but of course its not available for the public. So I just settled for a Fujisaki wannabe. The program works, but I want Alter Ego. The standard is Alter Ego. If its not it, then it sucks. “

“ So, if we provide you all  the tools you need, along with Chihiro Fujisaki… Can you create Usami a better brain right in front of us? “ The man offered

“ In reality, all I need is the script. No need to bother Fujisaki-san. But yes. I can. “ He said in a confident tone. The headmaster smiled, and looked at Yukizome and Kizakura.

“ Well then. Bring Usami, and Chihiro Fujisaki here. “ With a nod, the two teachers left.

The 77^th class is currently flanking Nagito Komaeda on his desk. The boy was absent for a month, after suddenly passing out during PE. So all of his classmates are currently updating him on everything that happen while he was gone. They told him all about the after school activities that they all did together, and all the other stuff that happened inside the classroom. But so far nobody told him all about the pink stuff toy that Chiaki is cuddling. Nagito had an eventful morning. He woke up feeling groggy, and had to walk from his home to school because he hasn’t settled down on his dorm room just yet, he met a handsome Reserve Course student inside of the Main Course building, but Kizakura-san is with him so he didn’t comment further, and as he walked inside the room, a pink stuffed bunny “ran” to him. It’s a toy right? It shouldn’t have moved earlier, right? Maybe the meds are still working.

“ U-Um…It’s nice to see you all again, but… Do you mind explaining that…thing? Stuff toy? “ As the word “toy” left his mouth, the “toy” spoke.

“ No! I am a squeezably soft stuffed animal. Magical Miracle Girl ★ Usami…A.K.A. Usami! I may not look like it, but I am your squeezably soft teacher. Nice to meet you all! “ The thing said in a childish voice, and Nagito let out a sqeak.

“ Wh-What is that?? Oh my goodness it talked! “ Everyone around him chuckled softly at the boy, while some of them sheepishly smiled at him. Chiaki stood in front of his desk, and placed Usami on top of his desk.

“ Nagito-kun, this is Usami. She is a robot that Hajime built. “ Nagito’s scared look was replaced with a look of wonder. A robot, that a ‘Hajime’ built.  Interesting…Such wonderful hope that created Usami!

“ Hajime? Who is that? “

“ Ah! Hinata-san is a really smart fellow! Though, only Chiaki-chan and Kazuichi-kun has personally saw him, I can say that we are all friends! “ Sonia said, but more like proclaiming.

“ A smart friend huh… Can I meet him? “ The others looked at Chiaki, as if she’s the only one who knows the answer, but before she can even open her mouth, the door opened. Looking at the door, they saw Yukizome-sensei panting a little. She scanned the room, until her gaze fell on Usami. She stalked towards the cluster of people, and turned her gaze to Chiaki.

“ Nanami-san, I need to borrow Usami for a while. “

“ What for Yukizome-sensei? “ The teacher looked hesitant for a little bit, but she sighed and smiled at her students.

“ Hinata-san is going to be tested for the Main Course. “ With eyes wide, sounds of shock filled the room. Everyone seems flabbergasted, but at the same time, excited for the news. But a test? That’s new, and shouldn’t have happened, but nobody seems to question it.

“ Yo! I knew that my soul friend is smart! We should cheer him on! “ Souda-kun shouted, and everyone seems to agree.

“ Can we Chisa-chan?? Can we go see?? “ Ibuki was practically screaming at her teacher. She tried to make the student settle down and say no, but with all the puppy looks she’s been getting. She cannot say no.

“ Fine…But everyone will keep quiet and not make a fuss! Do you understand? “ With a chorus of agreements, everyone went for the door, leaving Nagito on his seat. He doesn’t know this Hajime Hinata kid. He feels as if he isn’t a friend that needs to “cheer” him on.

“ Nagito-kun, let’s go. “ Looking up Nagito saw Chiaki smiling at him. He smiled back, and stood up. Maybe, just maybe, he can be his friend too.

He hopes that this Hajime Hinata is as handsome as that Reserve Course student.

Hajime is fidgeting on the chair when Kizukara-san re-entered the gymnasium with a boy in toll. The boy was wearing a female uniform—Hajime knows not to question it—with a black laptop bag clutched in his hands. The boy meekly approached him with Kizukara-san guiding him. Once the two of them are in front of each other, the blonde introduced the boy to him.

“ This is Chihiro Fujisaki, she is the one responsible for creating Alter Ego. “ Hajime is confused, and when he’s confused, his mouth loosens.

“ She? Aren’t you a boy? “ The people in front of him stared at him with shock. It took Hajime a while to realize what’s wrong with what he said. His face flushed red.

“ A-Ah! I’m so sorry! I-It’s just that I thought you were a guy! I’m so sorry! I am Hajime Hinata! “ He bowed towards the boy—person in front of him. They just smiled at him and shook their head.

“ It’s okay Hinata-san… I-It’s fine! So don’t worry about it. “ Kizukara cleared his throat, making them look at him.

“ Fujusaki-san, you will be giving Hinata-san an overview, and teach him a few things about Alter Ego. You don’t need to tell him what to do step by step, this is a test after all. “ They nodded at the blonde and he walked away. Placing their laptop on the table, they smiled at Hajime.

“ I’ll try my best to teach you Hinata-san! Just leave it to me! “ They beamed at Hajime, making him smile and pat them in the head.

“ I’ll be in your care Fujisaki-sensei. “

Chapter Text

Chiaki, along with everyone in the 77^th class followed their teacher to the place where Hajime was apparently taking an “entrance exam”.

Nagito knows how Hopes Peak Academy works—not because he’s gaga for it like Hajime—but because he doesn’t have anything better to do. Once he received the acceptance letter, and they somehow managed to persuade him into entering the school, he thought that he might as well find out what he’s going to expect.

Everything was quite simple. To enter the academy, all you need to do is be the best among the best in a certain field, and you need to be currently in high school. Easy right? Even a toddler can memorize that. And if you aren’t good at anything, you can spent a luxury on being part of the Reserve course. But never had he heard of an exam to enter the academy, given to a Reserve Course student at that. The whole situation is confusing him. It is weird, unheard of, but it’s happening.

He was so immersed in his thoughts, that he didn’t notice that they had arrived. He only noticed when his face hit the back of Nekomaru’s broad back. Looking up, there he saw him; the Reserve Course student that he bumped into earlier. He sat in a desk, with his back was facing the gym’s entrance, showing Nagito his broad shoulders. Beside him was the Ultimate Programmer, Chihiro Fujisaki. She sat still beside the other, intently overseeing whatever Hajime was doing.

If Nagito was being honest right now, he saw this Hajime Hinata as an interesting fellow. He was a Reserve Course student (that may be or may not be one of Nagito’s pet peeves), that might enter the Main Course if this exam ends up well. He is also…h-handsome. He is also huge, well he was shorter compared to Nagito, but his chest and arms could definitely engulf him easily. He has this mysterious aura on him, his face looks like it’s always stuck on an impassive look. What will he look like if he smiles?

“ Chiaki-san… ” He turned his  gaze to the smaller girl beside him. And with a slightly flushed face, he asked;

“ Can you tell me more about Hajime-kun? “

Hajime stared at Chihiro as they set up the laptop on the table. They were attaching all these wires from the laptop to another monitor. Hajime didn’t know jack about the other things on the desk other than the laptop, maybe he’ll just ask them about it later.

“ So Hinata-san, what do you know about programming? “ They asked him with a mellow voice and a shy smile.

“ To be honest? None. “ The other gaped at him.

“ R-Really? Nothing? But Kizukara-sensei told me that you created a robot with a working AI! How did you do that then? ” Hajime felt a tug at his heart. He felt like a fraud in front of this pure being. He didn’t want to say that he basically just used SkillShare online…But at the same time he didn’t want to lie…

“ I joined a class on SkillShare… And then I met a person posing as you, well, more like a wannabe…And that’s it… “

“ And it worked? “

“…yes. “

The other just smiled brightly at him, then proceeded to sit beside him.

“ I won’t judge Hinata-san. I’m amazed that you were able to create an AI with that kind of information. I know that the internet is vast and holds almost everything! But it’s not easy to independently learn with it. It must have taken you a long time! “ They flashed him a sweet smile.

“ Not really. The whole class on SkillShare only took around two hours, then I talked too the wannabe with another two hours, and in the next hours was for my independent research and actual building and programming…So give or take around twenty… to twenty-two hours with thirty minutes break in between the intervals of four hours. “

“…eh? “

They stared at Hajime with wide eyes. They looked like that one pikachu meme, and Hajime cannot help but let out a chuckle. He immediately slapped his hand over his mouth, face flushed. But before he can apologize, he heard the other also let out a giggle. Hajime has the instinct to take care of those younger and/or cuter than him. It doesn’t make sense…but maybe because he is an only child, and he never had friends to hang out with. He resisted the urge to pet the other’s head, and gestured to the laptop in front of him.

“ Well then Fujisaki-sensei, what will you teach me today? “

The two were then enveloped with a serious aura, that none of the teachers in the panel even thought of talking to any of them. Chihiro wanted to show Hajime Alter Ego right from the start, but the latter insisted that he needs to atleast have a semblance of knowledge with the basics. Chihiro taught him all he needs, and Hajime absorbed it all like a dehydrated sponge. After a while of staring at the scree, Hajime gave the other a sheepish smile.

“ Fujisaki-sensei—“

“ Please just call me normally Hinata-san. “ The other let out a soft giggle as they said it.

“ Well then, Fujisaki-san. Do you mind if I go to the toilet for a while? “

“ Sure go ahead Hinata-san. “ Hajime smiled and excused himself.

He dug through his school bag, looking for something. Chihiro saw him taking a small pouch and proceeded to walk out of the gymnasium.

Chihiro spent their time creating and thinking of different drills that can help Hajime in learning efficiently. After a while, they heard the gym’s doors creak open. And turning their gaze towards the doors, they saw Hajime’s slightly wet face and hair, his blazer was removed and hangs on the crook of his elbow, his sleeves were rolled higher, and his tie tugged loose. But what made Chihiro stare more, is his mismatched eyes. His left eye is now bright red, while the other is a darker shade of green than usual. He was wearing a thin-rimmed glasses that accentuates his eyes more. Chihiro cannot tear their eyes away from the boy, and continued to do so until the other was seated beside them.

“ I’m back, shall we continue? “

They gave him a few drills to deal with. At first Hajime had a hard time completing and running the drills ( HTML that needs to display the word “Hello World” ), but with Chihiro’s detailed explanations and instructions he got the hang of it. After a few rounds of drills, Chihiro then launched an application-esque program on their laptop. The screen turned eerily green, and then Chihiro’s face appeared on the screen, from their smile, hair, and their clothes. It’s the same exact copy, as if—ah… Alter Ego, another self—I get it.

“ Here you go Hinata-san. This is Alter Ego, they can see you through the web cam, but they cannot hear you, so you need to communicate through the keyboard. But they have a voice, so you can hear them, they just cannot hear you. How about I give you a while with them. Discover, tinker for a bit. “ They smiled at him, and proceeded to walk away. Hajime followed them with his eyes, and saw that Yukizome-sensei—with Usami in toll—was at the door of the gymnasium.

“ Seems like a fair trade. I spend time with Alter Ego, they spend time with Usami. “  Hajime then turned his gaze to the screen. Alter Ego was staring at him, as much as they looked realistic, that fact that they do not blink is a dead giveaway.

With a deep inhale, Hajime pushed his glasses higher, and placed his hands on the keyboard and began to type.

‘ Hello Alter Ego. ‘ Hitting enter, the AI’s face immediately lightened.

“ Hello there! I saw my master beside you, but who are you? “ They had the same voice as Chihiro, but it does have a few static, and flat tone here and there.

‘ I am Hajime Hinata, Fujisaki-sani is teaching me how to create an AI like you. ‘

“ Really?

‘ Really. ‘

“ So then, how can I help you? “

Hajime typed in different questions about the AI, what can they do, how do they see him, and many more questions. While Hajime is doing 73 questions with the AI, he didn’t notice that the test papers that he answered yesterday are being assessed by the headmaster along with the other men besides him.

Here are the things that the teacher that gave Hajime the test wrote on their clipboard;

• Gave the reviewer; examinee barely read it, skimmed the contents atleast.
• The examinee asked for a English-Japanese dictionary; gave the dictionary that the board provided.
• Didn’t ask for a calculator for the duration of the exam; also didn’t seem to use a scratch paper for solutions –science and mathematics exams are atleast 70% computations.
• Time started: 8:30 AM (whole class is given two hours to accomplish all of the exams.)
• Time Finished : 8:52 AM
  • NOTE: ten minutes in, the other students seems to be worried(?) that the examinee still hasn’t finished his exam.
  • After a talk with the teachers, the examinee is notorious for finishing exams within minutes.

Well, seems like Hajime is what gamers call “OP”.

Now the headmaster wants to rebuke that statement that he made earlier. This kid is not extraordinary at first glance, but now, looking at the exam results, the robot, and according to Yukizome, she overheard that the kid has skills that even the Ultimate Gamer and Ultimate Mechanic cannot just overlook. This—this changes a lot. The Izuru Kamakura project— the goal was to create, artificial, fake, untrue. But this Hajime Hinata. A kid that has the ability to learn, achieve, and own multiple talents—skills—just changes everything. They just need to make sure that they’ll have their hands on him.

After a while, all of Hajime’s inquiries about the AI are answered. But his curiosity streak didn’t end there.

‘ Why does Fujisaki-san wear feminine clothes? ‘

Alter Ego visibly looked hesitant to answer, the AI isn’t programmed to be able to lie or know which questions are “personal”. They just didn’t know how to answer the question that they didn’t know the answer to. Hajime thought that the AI must have shared some sort of hesitance to the sensitive topic, and that was enough for Hajime to immediately type in a response.

‘ Don’t mind that. You don’t need to answer if you don’t want to. It’s not my business to judge what Fujisaki-san wants others to refer to themselves. ‘

“ What about you Hinata-san, what do you want others to refer to you? “

Hajime didn’t think for a moment. As if in an impulse, he immediately typed what was in his mind.

‘ Human. ‘

Chapter Text

Nagito Komaeda is a sickly child—well he never quite recovered fully…And he would often miss a lot of classes because of this. But despite the doctor’s advises to study at home, he would always smile and say; “ No way. “

He misses a lot of classes and events. And that’s inevitable for him. But this time, he doesn’t want to miss anything anymore.

You see, up until yesterday, he was admitted to the hospital after fainting during PE. Not cool, he gave everyone a heart attack.  And once he was rushed to the hospital, the doctors had declared that he needs to stay for a month. He was nonchalant about it. He had been in and out of the hospital ever since he was a child, this is just an inevitable occurrence for him. Especially now that he had been diagnosed with Stage 3 malignant lymphoma, the fatigue and stress are just getting more and more worse. He knows that he is still curable, with at least 70% rate of survival, but the real question is if he wants to. He sees himself as an unworthy human being, knowing that his time had long been up with only his luck keeping him alive. He is just waiting for that moment, where even his luck cannot stop his death. He continues on wishing, despite knowing that his luck will never kill him. It’ll torture him slowly, but never taking the satisfaction of taking his life.

But now, staring at Hajime Hinata, hearing all of the good things that Chiaki has to say about him. The more the other shined inn Nagito’s eyes.

“ Oh! And did you know? Hajime can apparently beat me in Gala Omega! I haven’t seen him, but according to what he said, he apparently got bored halfway through! If he doesn’t get bored, I’m sure he can beat my highscore! “ Chiaki’s blabbering pulled Nagito away from his daze. He shifted his gaze from the boy, to the girl besides him, giving her a soft smile.

“ How I would love to see what Hajime-kun can do. “

In the middle of the gym, Hajime had Usami hooked into the computer, and had started to input the new code that he had developed with Chihiro. While the teachers are on their panel, deliberating over what seems to be a pile of papers—test papers perhaps? After awhile—it’s been an hour and a half actually—with the students of the 77^th class all fooling around; Chiaki playing a game on her console, with Nagito peering over her shoulder, glancing back and forth between her and Hajime. Fuyuhiko talking animatedly with Peko who seems content with listening. Ryota was doing something with the laptop that he carries around, with Mitarai quietly seated beside him. Mahiru, Hiyoko, Mikan, and Ibuki seems to be having a chat, though that is hard to believe since Mikan was close to tears with Hiyoko sneering at her. Mahiru is trying to stop the blond, while Ibuki was trying to console the crying nurse. Kazuichi is beside Teruteru, eating the snacks  that the chef had brought for everyone, though with the others busy, Kazuichi claimed rights on the snacks. Sonia and Gundham are content on sitting besides each other, while pampering the hamsters on their laps. And finally Akane and Nekomaru were basically pushed outside, when Akane started to proclaim that their daily sparring should  be done now.

“ Finally! “ The shout had grabbed the attention of the people within the vicinity. Looking over Hajime was now crouched infront of Usami, pulling out the wire that was connected on the robot. He pushed the robots nose, and a faint ding was heard. Hajime smiled when he heard this, he then stood up, smiling even wider when he saw that the robot’s gaze followed his movements.

“ Good Afternoon Usami. “ Hajime said in a confident voice. It was silent for a second, until the robot responded.

“ No! It’s Good Morning Hinata-san! But Good Morning to you too. “ Hajime raised an eyebrow, then pulled out his phone from his pocket—checking the time. It was 11:36. Not early morning, but morning nonetheless. Chuckling, he patted the robot’s head.

“ Well, by bad. Good Morning. So, do you mind introducing yourself? “

“ My name is Usami! I may not look like it, but I am your squeezably soft teacher. Well, an assistant teacher to Yukizome-sensei! Nice to meet you all! “

“ Usami, report. “

“ Yes! The 77^th class has sixteen students, and has Yukizome-sensei as the adviser! Also, student Nagito Komaeda has returned from his month-long absence today, and entered the classroom at 8:31 in the morning. “

“ Thanks Usam—“ but before Hajime can finish, Usami continued her report.

“ But compared to the image saved in the database, student Nagito Komaeda looks more pale, thinner, and fatigued. Do you want me to keep an eye on the student? “ When the said boy heard this, he was shocked. First of all, what image was it talking about, and second, he doubt that the cute Reserve Course actually cares for him—

“ Sure. “ Hajime responded nonchalantly, shrugging. Naito’s eyes just widened, and his jaw slacked.

“ Alrighty then! Student Nagito Komaeda’s careful observation is now added to my duties! Love! Love! “ The rabbit then jumped a little, it looks like from joy, and swept the room looking for her ward. And once it saw him, it waddled towards him.

What. The. Fuck?

Nagito found himself seating in the bleachers with a pink and white robo-rabbit perched in his lap while overseeing an “intense” game of Gala Omega between Hajime and Chiaki. And by intense, more like two stone-faced players and intense clicking of the controller. It only lasted for half an hour, and Chiaki won by a point. And after that, everyone was dismissed, and Hajime was taken by the headmaster to his office.

Against Nagito’s will, he saw himself walking hand-in-hand with Usami.

“ Do you think what soulbro did today was enough? “ Kazuichi’s voice cut through the silence that engulfed them while walking back to their classroom. It was silent for awhile, before Yukizome-sensei let out a chuckle.

“ Today wasn’t the only test Hinata-san took. Yesterday, he also took a written exam. “

The conversation around Nagito slowly started to muddle as his thoughts went back to the green-eyed boy. How he wishes to stare at it for as long as he can.  

Nagito had always had this so-called ability to feel hope within a person. He knows, it sounds weird. But more on the potential on a person. And this Hajime Hinata, has a lot of them, as if shining with it. Clutching Usami’s hand and chuckling, with the other.

“ I’m excited to meet Hajime-kun in person. “

The next day, Nagito woke up in his dorm room when he heard a loud thump in front of his door. He had always been a light sleeper, so even the slightest of sounds can jerk him awake. Standing up, he walked to his door to see what is happening outside.

 When he took a peek. All he saw was that the door of the room beside him was slightly opened, meaning that whoever lived inside was awake, and most likely was the cause of the thump. Nagito doesn’t remember anyone living beside him, but he also knows that within the month that he was at the hospital, a lot must have already happened. With a sigh, he went back to his room and started to prepare himself for the day. And this time, no more loud thumps came from his mystery neighbor.

Walking to the classroom for Nagito was a bit weird without the softness of Usami’s hand inside his. But at the same time, he was relieved. As much as the robot was cute and cuddly, it was a bit suffocating and annoying to be coddled too much. He was not used to people giving a shit about him, and actually keeping an eye on him. He was used to being ignored at best, and shooed away at worst. But now he guesses that he needs to be used to the robot. It wasn’t doing anything wrong, it’s just following it’s duties.

Arriving at the classroom, he sees that Sonia, Mahiru, and Nekomaru was already inside.

“ Ah! Good morning Nagito-kun! “ Sonia was the first to notice him, that cause the other two to smile at him as well.

“ Good morning to you guys as well. “ And when he started to walk towards his table, he felt something soft bump into his leg.

“ Good Morning Student Nagito Komaeda! You arrived forty minutes earlier than yesterday! “ Usami looked up at him. He gave out a sigh, and patted her head as he saw Chiaki and Hajime do before.

“ Good morning Usami. I was woken up by a thump earlier, so I guess I should just go to class earlier.” He walked to his desk and sat down. And when he saw Usami trying to haul itself on his desk, he sighed and sat the robot on his desk.

“ And by the way. No need to call me that. Just call me Nagito, or even just Komaeda. “ The robot tilted it’s head, as if confused.

“ Is that really okay? “ When Nagito was about to reply, Sonia—who he didn’t notice was behind him—answered instead.

“ Of course it is Usami. You know what? I would be really happy if you called us all by our names. Call me Sonia! “ And after awhile of Usami staring at nothing, the robot beamed and smiled at them.

“ Alrighty then! Then I shall call everyone by their names! Nagito, Sonia, Mahiru, and Nekomaru, Good Morning to you! Love! Love! “ After that exchange, they mostly spent the morning chatting idly while waiting for the others to arrive, and classes to start.

Half an hour later, everyone else had arrived. Chiaki had swooped Usami from Nagito’s desk and proceeded to cuddle with it as she played a game on her console. Loud chattering surrounded Nagito. Ah… How much he missed this while he was lying in silence at the hospital…

After a while, the door opened and revealed Yukizome-sensei’s beaming face.

“ Alright settle down everyone. I have an announcement to make. ” Everyone shuffled around, returning to their seats. Most of the time, if there are announcements like this, something exciting had happened, or will happen. Yukizome-sensei grinned, and beckoned Usami to go to her. The robot jumped down of Chiaki’s lap, and waddled toward the other teacher. She just hoisted the robot, and placed her on the lectern in front of her.

“ Alright, so as your teachers, we have something to announce to you guys. I know that this wouldn’t surprise any of you since, you were all there when it happened, and you all saw the process that had to be made. “ Yukizome-sensei said with a smile.

“ Puhuhuhu! I want everyone to play nice and treat him well okay? Bullying is a big no-no! “ The robot formed it’s arms in an X to emphasize her point.

The room was buzzing with excitement. And I know that we all know what they are talking about. Yukizome-sensei gave us another smile, and gestured to the door.

“ You can come in now. “

With bated breaths, we stared at the door. When he walked in the room, my heart skipped a beat.

His hair was still on it’s memorable spiky style. His eyes are still the greenest that he can vividly remember. His face that used to be blank with boredom and tiredness, was now glowing with satisfaction and excitement. His broad shoulders now isn’t confined in the dull and restricting black uniform of the Reserve Course. He was now wearing the Main Course’s uniform, but like everyone it suits his comfort. His sleeves were rolled to his elbows, showing off his forearms. The top button was unbuttoned, and a green tie hung loosely on his neck. He was wearing the brown slacks that the Main Course is known for. On his feet are black formal leather shoes. And on his shoulder, was a school bag, with a brown blazer hanging on the strap. With a smile, he stood beside Yukizome-sensei.

“ Alright then, introduce yourself. “ His gaze swept the room, and for a second, his gaze met mine. My face flushed, but I cannot make myself look away from him.

And as if his smile turned into a grin, he kept looking at me.

“ My name is Hajime Hinata. And according to the headmaster, I am the Ultimate Student. “

The room was buzzing with excitement. Shouts and whoops rang throughout the room. But all I could see and hear was him, the Ultimate Student.

“ Please take care of me. “

Chapter Text

“ I’m home. “ That was the first thing Hajime said when he opened the door of his house. But as usual, nobody was home to welcome him back.

‘ Parents, still dead. Twin brother, still dead. Aunt and Family? Still in the province. Sounds like everything is still normal. ‘  Hajime thought to himself.

Let me introduce Hajime Hinata once more.

Hajime Hinata, 16, Male, and currently attending the Reserve Course in Hope’s Peak Academy. He is completely orphaned, and lives all by himself in his childhood home. He used to live with his aunt in the province for 6 years, but left when he felt that he was burdening the family. So now, He lives all by himself in Tokyo, living off the huge amount of money that his parents left when they died.

Hajime dropped his bag on the kitchen chair, hanging his blazer on the back. Loosening his tie, he proceeded to go to the bathroom. A cold shower after a hard day, I guess. He scrubbed on his body until his tanned skin flushed red. When he was washing his hair, he noticed that his darkened roots are beginning to grow. Washing his face until the heavy foundation came off, but as he ran his hand on his face, he immediately remembered something important.

“ Shit! I forgot to remove the fucking lenses! “ Stepping out of the shower, he hastily ran to the sink and removed the lenses in his eyes. Now that the green lenses were off, the original color of his eyes are now visible. His left eye is bright red, while the other is somewhat a mossy green. Looking up, he saw himself in it’s barest form. His darker roots are now obvious because of his flattened hair. Pushing his locks back, revealed his scarred forehead. As if mocking him of whatever procedure was done to him, but he just cannot remember what. His left eye is glinting eerily at him.

Monster

Hajime closed his eyes, he’s too old for this shit. Reentering the shower, he immediately rinsed himself clean.

After he dressed up, he immediately dug his bag for his phone. Seeing a new message from Chiaki, he immediately opened it.

From: Chiaki (●’◡’●)

To: Hinata bully-kun (* ￣︿￣)

[Video File Attached]

here u go Hinata-kun! As promised! (｀ω´)

He cannot help but chuckle at the way the other texted. She may have looked aloof on the outside, but the way she talks about the things she likes, and texts to him, she is more than normal in Hajime’s eyes.

Watching through the video, Hajime swears that all he wants to know is what is the extent of the damage, he never asked for an extracurricular activity

“ Kazuichi-channnn!! Say hi to the camera!! “

“ Ibuki quit playing around! Nanami-san will be sending this video to her friend! I don’t wanna look like an idiot… “

“ Awww!! Don’t worry! Kazuichi-chan looks super cool while he does his mechanic things!! “

“ S-Stop it! Geez… Anyways, Nanami-san’s PSP is done, you can stop filming… “

“ Aww… But Ibuki wanted to see Kazuichi-kun do more cool stuff… Hey! What’s that thingy that you’ve been working on since this morning?? “

“ Ah, this little baby? It’s a little self-project that I’m doing right now. I’m making little robot, but I still haven’t figured out what it does… I’ve been working of this for weeks, but so far it hasn’t functioned well. Here look at this part…”

Hajime intently listened to the ramblings of the man in the video, the Ultimate Mechanic his head supplies. Staring at every part that the other pointed, listening to every function that he explains, and lists down every failed attempt that the Mechanic experienced and what he did to counter it. A few minutes later, Hajime had already watched the short video thrice, his glasses already perched on his nose, and a note pad already filled with, well, notes. After the fifth time, Hajime finally stopped. Placing his phone on the table, he then closed his eyes.

“ Let’s see, what do we know? “

‘ We know that you are scary with red eyes and black hair. ‘

“ My god, shut up. “

‘ We know what materials we need in order to create the structure. I think that we have those in the basement, and I might need to abuse father’s old car for what we lack. Mother’s computer probably has a program to run an AI system with, I’m not sure, I might need to dig around later…I’ll worry about what it looks like later, I’ll just work with the interior mechanisms now. ‘

Opening his eyes, Hajime immediately went to work. The first place to go is the basement. In the basement are stacks of boxes that are all labelled with words ranging from “old clothes” to “restricted files” –that one was written in English, along with all the files inside. Hajime just left it alone, thinking that the secrecy might actually matter— he moved to the box vaguely labelled “parts”, not to be mistaken to the box labelled “human parts” that really had human parts in jars, well whatever can fit in jars.

When Hajime first saw those boxes, he was just twelve years old.  And horrifying enough, the box of body parts was the first he opened. But, little Hajime didn’t find it disgusting, weird yes, but not disgusting. It was HUMAN body parts; and humans are far from disgusting. They are the most fascinating creatures to meet out there. The structure, the consciousness, just—everything. Even if some of them are assholes, and did disgusting things. Humans are humans one way or another, those just added to how unique they are. But Hajime’s favorite the halved brain, one brain, just split in the middle. The jar was initially placed in the box labelled “research progress”, but then he placed it along with the other parts. As weird as it sounds, Hajime doesn’t feel as lonely when he discovered the brain. It was a brain, it used to hold another human’s consciousness. Out of everything in the box, this is the most human out of all of them. It’s as if, he wasn’t alone in this house.

Hajime dug through the box, looking for the metal parts that the robot. Panels, bolts, and whatever parts he can recognize. Carrying his haul, he left the basement and ran to the garage. In the garage were two cars—used to be five, but all the others are now just metal parts—the two cars both had identical damages; an impressive dent in the side, on the driver’s side. They are both totaled over, almost unidentifiable. Why are they in the Hinata garage? No one knows why, and Hajime never bothered to ask why. He walked towards the pile of metal scrap, and dug through them again, gathering whatever he needs. After that, he walked out the room, but as he passed by one of the totaled cars, his head started to ring.

“ Wh-What the fuck? “ He clutched his head with one hand, making sure that the other didn’t drop anything. He massaged his temple willing the ringing to ease, and once it did, he bolted out the room.

“ Okay… That’s a first… That didn’t happen before…Anyways. “ He brushed it off. Just like that, he walked towards the study.

There are two studies in his home. One is locked, probably his father’s, and the other was clean and almost untouched, his mother’s. The key for his father’s study is missing, as much as Hajime can definitely kick it down, he doesn’t want to. That is all that’s left of his father, all he can do is respect it.

Walking in his mother’s study, he dropped everything that he was holding on the carpeted floor beside the desk. Checking the parts he has, he also checked if the computer has the program he needs. And with that, he went to work.

“ Soldering doesn’t seem that bad—Shit! “

‘ Talk shit you get nicked. ‘

“ Shut up. “

“ I don’t know crap about programming… Who’s that kid, the Ultimate Programmer? She was accepted to Hope’s Peak right? “

‘ Chihiro Fujisaki. Yes, HE was accepted to Hope’s Peak. ‘

“ Ah, my bad. I think HIS work is an AI program. It should be uploaded online. “

‘ I can bet that it isn’t ‘

“ Oh, I think it is. “

Good Evening Sir Saejiri,

           I hope this email sees you well. I am a fan of your work regarding the AI system. If you would let me, I would like to know more about the program that you have developed. I have always dreamt of creating a robot you see. And I am amazed that you are kind enough to share your knowledge and expertise online. If you are interested in helping me, and if you do have time, I shall wait for your response.

Yours Respectfully,

Hajime Hinata

‘ I told you. ‘

“ Shut uppp. “

“ Now for the body, what makes a robot more approachable? “

‘ Fluffy. ‘

“ Yeah, but other than tha—“

‘ FLUFFY. ‘

“ …okay. “

“ Okay so a rabbit, that’s cute and fluffy… Alright… I know that I have a stuff toy around here somewhere… “

‘ The half-half? ‘

“ The half-half. “

“ There! Finally! “ Hajime stared at the robo-rabbit infront of him. But before he can even do a final reveal and test, he promptly collapsed on the floor. And the clock beside his head glared out red numbers.

“ 9 : 35 AM “

Chapter Text

Let’s see. A lot had happened throughout Hajime Hinata’s seventeen years of life. He was involved in a car incident when he was five, that event caused him to be in a vegetative state for three years, whereas his twin died on impact along with the driver. And once he was roused and deemed well, you’ll think that life will get better.

It won’t.

Two years later, little Hajime Hinata—at ten years old—was completely orphaned. And once again, a car accident took their lives. As a kid you will think he’ll mourn and be saddened by the sudden death of his immediate family. But… He wasn’t. His eyes were dry during the funeral. His eyes were lidded when he saw their caskets being lowered to the ground. But he felt it. He cannot describe and explain it, but at that time, there was a sneer on his lips. He felt “anger” towards his parents. His head was throbbing, it was screaming. Something inside him was screaming.

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Little Hajime ignored it. He felt abnormal. There was something sharing a space in his head. He cannot pin-point it at all. He called it a lot of things; Voice. Friend. Subconscious. Myself.

For the next five years, he had lived off the grand amount of money that his parents had left. He lived at his aunt’s home in the province, along with her family. He never felt off with the family, on the contrary, he loved living with a huge family. His aunt took care of him more than his mother, his uncle had given him the same attention he gave his son, and his cousins were livelier than the suns themselves. But alas, he aimed for something better, bigger, than the province. He wants to go to Tokyo and enter Hope’s Peak Academy. His family home is still intact and theirs after all these years. He explained to his aunt that he enjoyed staying with them, but sooner or later, he needs to learn to live by himself, and eventually see what his life can be. With tears on her eyes, a sorrowfully smiling uncle, and two sobbing cousins, he left his provincial life and aimed for the stars.

Hajime dreamt of success, but of course, it wasn’t easy. He knew that he wasn’t anything special. He knew that he was smarter than average, but not special enough for the government to actually care about. Something inside him reassured him during the nights spent in solitude and self-pity, he is special. In more ways than he can imagine. 

And now, staring at his classmates inside a classroom that he had only dreamt of, he felt something nudging him at the back of his head.

“ You’re home. “

Yeah, I am. 

Chapter Text

“ Hey! You know what Ibuki thinks will be awesome right now?? “ Once Hajime had left the room to meet with the headmaster for some last minute greetings and reminders, Ibuki had immediately jumped off her seat.

“ Um…Sing songs? “ Sonia had suggested with a hesitant tone. But the other had just shook her head.

 “ No! A party! A welcome party for Hajime-chan! “ Sounds and mumbles of agreements filled the room, and within a second, everyone is planning something.

“ Oui! Of course a party will be needing food! Don’t you all worry, I will make sure that our new classmate will taste Chef Teruteru’s specialty! “

“ So… A welcoming ritual for the newest member of the pack… Haha, then I shall bring the Four Devas of Destruction to give him the proper blessings… “

“ I think… I’ll bring my multiplayer games… “

“ Movies are a staple! I will bring my favorites, I think you guys will enjoy it too! “

“ H-How about some animes…? I-I’ll bring the ones t-that have the highest ratings… That is… if you guys want to… “

“ I would love to see those animes. “

“ Speaking of movies! I remember I have this really old film of Japanese Folklores! I shall bring them too! “

“ But…” Akane’s voice broke the excited mutterings.

“ Where will we do it? “

Silence.

That’s right. Parties… need a venue.

“ Um… You’re right…Most of us live in the dorms now, and it’s a bit scary to do a party at our parent’s house… “ Nanami mumbled softly as she realized the problem that they have.

“ So, does that mean… The party is a no go?? “ Ibuki’s face looked panicked. As if the idea of the party not happening is the end of the world.

“ Alright, alright. Let’s think this all through. The party does not have to be cancelled. “ Mahiru said, hoping that the initial excitement will not die down.

“ Okay, so what do we need? “ Mahiru looked around. Souda raised his hand as if asking a permission to speak.

“ A place to party! “

Obviously.

“ Alright. But what kind of place. “ This time Ibuki was the one that raised her hand.

“ Ah! Ibuki thinks that a place with a good sound system is a great place to party! “ With her suggestion, others had pitched in as well.

“ A place that can accommodate us all, obviously. “

“ A place with a kitchen! “

“ Um…A place with a television and a gaming system. “

“ A video player too! “

“ No other occupants to bother. Or at least, small number of strangers. “

“ A p-place with a b-bathroom…”

What the other had not noticed, is Usami seated on the teacher’s podium, whiring quietly. After a while, a ding was heard and Usami stood up.

“ I got it! Teehee! “

“ What is it Usami? “ Nanami asked the robot as she approached the podium.

“ There is one place in my memory that meets all of those requirements! In addition, Hajime-san is pretty familiar with this place! “

“ So?! What is it?!” Ibuki exclaimed, the glint on her eyes are brighter than ever with the idea of the party actually happening.

“ Teehee! His house of course! Hajime Hinata’s house! “

“ What’s up with my house? “ All heads turned to the voice. By the classroom door, there stood the talk of the day. Hajime Hinata.

It was weird seeing him in brown. As much as the brown uniform was what differentiates the Main Course from the others, a full black ensemble had a different aura on the boy. But now, he looks more of a highschool student than a corporate slave.

“ It’s about the party soulbro! Ibuki thought that it would be fun to give you a welcome party! As you know, to get along better and meet everyone better. “

“ But what does it have to do with my house specifically? “

“ We needed a venue. And according to Usami, your house meets all of the requirements! “

“ Like…? “

“ Love! Love! According to the requirements that everyone had said, Hinata-san’s house meets all of them! It has a television, with all the needed apparatuses for gaming and watching. It also has a full sized kitchen, 3 bathrooms, and it sits on a 1500 square meter plot of land. and the house itself has 2 stories, not including the basement downstairs! And in addition, Hinata-san lives alone! Teehee! “ Usami had answered Hajime instead. The boy rubbed his forehead, releasing the tension on his head.

“ Usami means well. Don’t be a bitch towards the baby. Also, take this as an opportunity to bond with them. “

“ Fucking Usami simp… Fine. “ Hajime muttered under his breath before he raised his head and looked at the faces of his classmates.

“ Fine, we can do that party in my house. But, I have two conditions. “ His classmates eyes glimmered happy that the boy agreed, but at the same time curious with his conditions.

“ No one will break anything. You can snoop around for all I care, but breaking shit crosses the line. And some of you needs to promise that they will help me bring some of my things back to the dorms. Am I clear? “

“ YES SIR! “ And with that, cheerful planning filled the classroom.

Chuckling, Hajime shook his head at the childish display. As he stopped, he heard a soft chuckle near him. Looking towards the sound, he saw that guy again, Nagito Komaeda. He still looks pale as shit, but atleast the dark circles under his eyes had lightened.

“ You look like you’re having fun, Komaeda. “ Ah… Damn his mouth. The latter ceased his giggles, and looked at the boy. His ears flushed red, as a small, shy smile appeared on his lips.

“ It’s been a while since everyone had talked about a party. It sounds fun… But I hope I can join. “ That statement made Hajime frown.

“ It’s a welcoming party for me, from your class. Obviously, you’re invited. “ The boy looked taken aback. For a moment he looked miserable, that is until his lips grinned, and his eyes dimmed. Not a good thing. A loud, and condescending laugh left the white-haired boy’s lips. Everyone looked at him, planning all forgotten, and panic replaced the cheerful atmosphere.

“ Ah… Hinata-kun… How precious…. But I’m sure you didn’t mean it! Beside who wants a worthless trash like me to show up in a party that’s supposed to be fun? Don’t worry about me… Trash ain’t welcomed in such things… “ That statement triggered the others into panic. The boy on the other hand, continued to mutter negative things towards himself.

“ Oh no! Not again!! “

“ Nagito…? It’s okay…You’re not trash! ”

“ Ugh!! Thanks to that freak, the funs gone again! “

“ Stop that Hiyoko! “

“ I-I will get m-my kit in case he gets a-aggressive again! “

With all the panic, chaos, and noise, Hajime’s head is ironically clear.

“ Ground him. Take him back here. “

Hajime is no professional, but when did his head lead him astray? Slowly he lifted his hands, and hovered them over the boy’s cheeks, close enough to be felt, but far enough to not trap the other. Hajime kept that position, as if asking the other for permission. Once the shaking ceased, his hands met the cold skin.

“ His body is here, but what about his mind? “

“ Nagito…I’m here. Everyone is here. You’re fine. “

“ Wow, you’re bad at this. “ Hajime tried to stop himself on kicking his own head. He has something more important to deal with right now.

“ This will sound really cheesy, but I need you to breathe for me. Can you do that? “ The boy’s eyes were still hazy, but he was able to nod a little bit. Hajime then proceeded to guide the other into breathing in a steady manner. After a while, he felt the boy lax his body, and the cold skin turn warmer. And once he met those gray eyes, he knew. Something—

“ Something is wrong with this bitch. “

SHUT UP!

Chapter Text

As much as Nagito was still embarrassed of the scene he showed Hajime, a week later, he found himself helping Chiaki bring her consoles to the boy’s house. As the two of them get closer to where their other classmates are, his anxiety is starting spike. And without Usami’s soft paws in one of his hands, his clammy hands gripped the strap of the tote bag instead. Yesterday—Friday, Hajime had took Usami along with him back to his house to help him “ clean up ” apparently. But honestly, everyone knows that Hajime just wanted to have the fluffy teacher all to himself after a week of Usami sticking by Nagito’s or Chiaki’s side. Who can blame the two of them? Chiaki liked everything and anything that is cute, and Nagito appreciated the way Usami tailed and pampered him. Like now, he missed having the soft feeling against his palm.

“ Chiaki-chan! Nagito-chan! Here! Here! “ As they entered the dorm’s cafeteria, the first person who saw them was Ibuki. Of course. On the table Nagito saw, Ibuki, Peko, Fuyuhiko, Mikan, Mahiru, Hiyoko, Sonia, Gundham, Ryota, and Mitarai-kun.

“ Hello Ibuki. Who else are we waiting for? “ Nagito asked as he placed the tote bag on the  table and pulled a chair in front of her. Chiaki on the other hand, pulled a chair beside Mikan, with a soft greeting the both of them fell in an idle conversation.

“ Well, Akane and Nekomaru are helping Teruteru on hauling the food, though I wish they do not eat them right now… But for Souda, he asked for his dad for their shop van. Though not all of us can fit, so those who have things to bring can ride it. “  Sonia said beside him. And before he can say anything else, the door leading to the kitchen opened.

“ Pardon for the delay! But we have finished gathering all of the ingredients. With that we can go! “ Teruteru shouted with Akane and Nekomaru following him. They’re both glowing. Maybe Teruter promised them good food for the helping?

Nagito stood up and walked behind everyone as they all reached for the dorm’s exit. But out of nowhere a shiver went down is spine. Immediately looking back, he spotted two girls staring at their group. A pink-haired girl with  long pigtails, and another with short black hair. The black haired girl looked dangerous, but the other was looked dangerous in another way. When Hajime shone, this girl looked rotten. He turned around and ran to his group. It is better to stay away.

Nagito, Chiaki, Teruteru, Mitarai-kun, Ryota, Gundham, Ibuki, and Souda were the ones that was able to ride in the van, while the others took the train to reach Hajime’s house. The ride was filled with Souda and Gundham’s bantering, soft murmurs of Ryota and Mitarai-kun, Ibuki and Teruteru both listening to the new Japanese girlgroup, and Chiaki’s soft snores. Looking outside the window, Nagito looked passed Japan’s changing sceneries. After a while, he noticed the increase of houses and realized that they have reached a village, obviously Hajime’s. Nudging Chiaki awake, he asked her of what the other’s house looks like. Rubbing her eyes, Chiaki reached for her phone to look at Hajime’s message.

“ Um… He said that, from entering the village, his house is on the right side. No turns or anything just straight ahead. And… Along his strip, his house is the only house without…a car on the outside. If there is a house without a car, then his house has climbing vines on the side. “ Chiaki said as she looked outside the window trying to spot the house.

“ Sounds like a hunted house…“  Souda commented softly. After a while of driving slowly, Ibuki suddenly spoke up.

“ There! There! Ibuki sees a creepy house! It could be Hajime-chan’s! “  All of the passengers looked out the window. And…creepy is an understatement. It looked plain, but the lack of colorful plants outside, the bit overgrown grass, and the climbing vines are quite scary. Hajime was right with his house being the only one without a car outside though.

“ I’ll text the others, start getting out of the car so that I can turn of the engine. “ Souda said while digging his phone out of his pocket. One by one, they all left the van. Getting a better view of the creepy house.

“ Hey guys! “ Upon hearing Akane’s voice, Nagito turned around to see that their other classmates had arrived and had mixed feeling with the house.

“ Wow…I’ve never expected such a modern house here in Japan! “ Sonia said as she moved closer to their group.

“ The aesthetic of this lair is quite dark… Right up my alley. But knowing the one who is the master of this place, it doesn’t seem so dark anymore.  “

“ That’s right! Who will be scared of that nerd anyways? “ Kiyoko said with a smug chuckle. And with that they reached the door, and Chiaki rang the door bell twice.

Nothing.

“ Huh? Is bro asleep? “ Souda asked, and proceeded to click the doorbell in an annoyingly fast-pace. After awhile they heard fast footsteps approaching the door.

“ Okay there you go—“ With a slam of the door, Kiyoko had jumped up with the sudden sound. And in front of them, a wet, slightly soapy, towel-clad, and clearly angry man greeted them.

“ Who—“ Before Souda can finish the man squinted at them.

“ We agreed to meet by 10. It’s barely fucking 9:30! “ Confused, Nagito took out his phone and looked at the time.

9 : 26 AM

“ Oops…” Looks like everyone had figured that out. With a scoff, the man walked back inside with the door left open.

“ Now that you’re all here, it’s not like I can turn y’all away. Go on, make yourselves at home I guess. “ With confusion still wrapping the air, Chiaki chose to speak up the question all of them wanted to ask.

“ Um… Hajime-kun? “ The man paused and turned around.

“ Haah? What is it? “

“ N-Nothing! Go ahead and finish your bath, you must be getting cold. “ With a curse Hajime ran to what they assume is the location of the bathroom. The whole class was left speechless by the doorway. Until Souda broke the silence.

“ Are we… going to…assume that was his real… um—form? “ It was awkward. It was obvious that he did not know how to phrase the statement well without sounding weird and offensive. The man that had opened the door was Hajime, but he didn’t look like, well—him. The guy had heterochromatic eyes, one of them are green eyes close to Hajime’s, and the other was bright red. He also had his almost blackish hair swept back, showing his scarred forehead. Over-all it just didn’t look like the usual Hajime.

“ It is better to no pry. There must be a real reason why he would hide his face from us. Let us just, as he said, “ make ourselves at home “. “ Peko said with finality in her tone. But before anyone can say anything about not knowing were things were, they saw Usami waddling towards them.

“ Love! Love! Hello there everyone! Are you ready to party? “ Usami had approached them with her usual glee. And as she said party, she gave everyone a happy wiggle. Upon seeing her, the initial tension had disappeared. Chiaki had came front and gave her a pat on the head.

“ Hello Usami. Yes we are ready to party. “ Everyone had also given their own sounds of agreement.

“ Excuse me Usami, but do you know where the kitchen is?  “ Teruteru had asked while Akane and Nekomaru are behind him hauling the food and ingredients that he had brought. Usami brightened and stretched her paw towards the right hallway.

“ Of course! Just keep right and the kitchen is right there! Teehee! “ With a nod, the chef led the other two towards the kitchen. As they left, Usami had looked at Nagito’s hand that was holding a tote bag.

“ What did you bring for the party Nagito? “ Usami asked wiggling with anticipation.

“ Ah, I helped Chiaki bring her gaming consoles. “ After saying that, Usami giggled and grabbed Nagito’s hand, which he squeezed upon contact.

“ Well then! I shall lead you all to the living room, with the big TV so that you can all play the games that you all want, and watch all  the movies you like! Love! Love! “

Chapter Text

Nagito found himself snooping around Hajime’s home while everyone is busy preparing the things they brought. Even on the second floor, Nagito can hear the chattering, the laughter, and the bantering of his classmates. It made him smile a little. As an orphan and an only child, Nagito is used to being by himself in his own house. That is why he prefers the dorms. The space is enough for him, that even small noises from the hallway, or even the music coming from his phone is enough to keep his mind noisy enough.

So here he is, abiding by one of Hajime’s rules; snooping around without breaking anything. Seems easy right? While the first floor looked modern, and all the rooms looks like they are definitely being used. The second floor on the other hand is darker, and more cluttered in a sense. In the whole second floor, almost all of the rooms are musty, and dusty, except for Hajime’s room, an office, and 1 of the bathrooms—which is currently being used by the said man. Though what really caught his eyes, not including Hajime’s room, is the locked double doors at the end of the hall. Something about it screamed mysterious. In addition, there is no key hole, but the door knob is locked in a way that Nagito wants to know.

It was the typical bar handle, pushing it down makes the handle move a little, but not enough to open the doors. There is no dead bolt underneath it, meaning, the door knob is the only way to unlock it. Pulling his hand off of the knob, he saw a layer of dust had clung into his hand. So, even Hajime had not opened this door for who knows how long. Wiping the dust off on his pants, he placed his hands over both of the knobs this time.

“ Wow, even Hajime had never opened this door before…” Nagito chuckled, “ what if I open this with sheer luck? That would be interesting—“ Without noticing, Nagito had pushed the knobs towards the door, and a click was heard. Surprised, Nagito pushed the knob down, and guess what? The doors opened.

“ Oops…Guess I need to tell Hajime about this later… “ But for now, Nagito entered the room without hesitation.

Inside the room is dark, the only thing he can see is a slit at the end of the room. Cautiously walking towards it, he felt his hand touch what he thinks are the curtains. Slowly, he pushed the curtains apart, and light immediately flooded the room. Looking to his side, he walked to the other pair of curtains, and proceeded to do the same. With the room now filled with light, Nagito can see the inside of the room. He saw a table near the windows, just like the other office that he saw earlier. There are also a lot of books that lined both walls of the room, with trinkets placed in the tiny nooks and crannies of the shelves. In front of the table are two sofas that are facing each other, and a coffee table in the middle of them. There are a lot of boxes in the side, and papers are scattered on the desk, as if someone tried to clean up the paperwork that they have been working on.

Looking around the room, trying to look for more things that can catch his attention, Nagito saw a portrait above the door frame. It was a man who had white hair, and by the look of his skin, he is an old man—who looked dapper in a suit. Nagito let out a giggle, the portrait is seriously out of place. And by the looks of it, it looked quiet creepy. His laughter stopped as a thought entered his mind.

“ What if… “ Nagito walked towards the desk and promptly sat on the chair. He imagined himself doing work on the desk, and looked up. He knew it, the position of the portrait made it look like the man is watching the person while working in the desk.

“ That’s… odd… “ He stared at the portrait once more, and thought that the man looked familiar. He just cannot pinpoint on where he saw that man before. He just shook his head and went towards one of the shelves instead. Browsing through the books, he saw something at the corner of his eye. Turning around, he saw that something seems to be printed on the door. With bare curiosity, Nagito closed it to see what’s behind.

Shivers went up his spine.

Without missing a beat, he also pushed the other door closed.

It’s the insignia of Hope’s Peak Academy.

Jerking his head up, he can now remember the man in the portrait. It’s Izuru Kamukura. THE Izuru Kamukura. The founder of Hope’s Peak Academy.

His tense body instinctively started to walk backwards, as if to walk away from the sight in front of him. His leg then hit the coffee table behind him, and a soft thud was heard. Looking back, he now noticed that there had been a picture frame on the table. With shaky hands, Nagito reached out to bring the photo closer. The picture looked normal at first glance, it was of a family of four—a father, a mother, and their two sons. The couple were sporting professional smiles, they were both clad in lab coats, and each of them laid a hand on each of their son’s heads. The boy with black hair, bright red eyes, and a shy smile was clutching the hand of the brown haired boy with green eyes and a broad smile.

“ W-Wait…W-What? “ Sons. 2 boys. Twins?

“ H-How—“ But before Nagito can even let his brain function, something broke the silence of the house.

“ AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! “  

Nagito jumped at that. It sounded like Kazuichi. Placing the picture back on the desk, Nagito immediately ran towards the noise. Going down the stairs, he saw the others on the living room still sitting around.

“ What happened? Aren’t you guys gonna see what’s up? “ Nagito asked in worry.

“ It’s just that Kazuchi anyways. He might just be over reacting. Also, he’s with with Chiaki, Mikan, and many more. No need to worry about him. “ Hiyoko answered from her place beside Mahiru watching anime with Ryota and Mitarai-kun. And surprisingly, Usami is perched on Ryota’s lap instead, and is watching intently. Ryota, also watching intently, was unconsciously cuddling the rabbit, and laid his chin over her head.

“ I-Is that so… Anyways, where are they? “ Mahiru then pointed to the opposite way from the kitchen.

“ They went to the basement. They really took Hajime’s invitation to snoop around, seriously. “ She gave him a smile, and with a nod, Nagito proceeded to the direction she pointed. Walking towards the basement, he can already hear his classmates’ voices.

“ D-Don’t worry K-Kazuichi-kun! I looked t-through the b-box earlier, and t-these are legitimate s-specimens! They have p-paperworks and they a-are licensed! T-These are not i-illegally obtained pieces! Please d-don’t be s-scared! “

“ B-b-b-ut! These are hu-hu—HUMAN BODY PARTS! “

“ These are used for research bastard! Stop being a pussy about it! “

“ Wheee! Ibuki thinks that these are so cool! Look, look Kazuichi-chan! It’s a brainnnn~ “

“ Augh! Keep that away from me! “

“ Hey, Hey. This one is a fetus Souda-kun. “

“ sTOPPPPP!!!! “

“ Ooh! Souda look! A tongue! “

“ Not you too Miss Sonia! “

Nagito slowly opened the door, and took a peek inside. He saw that the girls had been shoving specimen jars near Kazuichi’s face—much to the boy’s disgust. He slowly entered the room, and Mikan was the first to notice him.

“ H-Hello Nagito-kun! A-Are you also here t-to snoop around? “ Mikan gave him a soft smile, but before he can answer, his gaze dropped to the jar on her hands. It was a medium sized jar that had two things floating inside of it. Nagito squinted his eyes and his face paled and his blood ran cold.

A green eye and a bright red eye are staring at him. They are the same shade as Hajime’s heterochromatic eyes. And the same shade as the eyes of the two boys in the photograph.

What the fuck.

Nagito cannot see anything else other than the jar in front of him. He cannot hear his classmates asking him what’s wrong. All he can hear is his blood rushing in his ears. His brain isn’t functioning. Nagito Komaeda cannot think.

Head empty, just conspiracy theories.

Without anything going through his brain, he did what Kazuichi did.

He screamed.

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Hearing Kazuichi scream is one thing, but hearing Nagito do the same was another story itself.

Immediately forgetting about the self-induced mental breakdown due to the unintentional face reveal, Hajime ran from his room and to the source of the scream.

Now Hajime is running as if his life depended on it—face bare of foundation and concealer, colored contact lenses are long forgotten—replaced by a pair of glasses, and the colored pomade was not touched. Hajime can feel how light his body was, he felt that the usual mask that he has on had been disposed of. It feels unnerving, feeling the wind on his face. But at the same time, he felt so nude after hiding himself for years. But none of that matters right now. What matters is seeing Nagito.

Passing by the living room, where Ryota, and Mitarai-kun, who was looking warily at the direction of the basement—the anime playing on the television was left playing in the background. Without any prompting, Hajime to make his way to the room that snoopers will definitely rethink of snooping;

The fucking basement.

Running towards the room, he heard his classmates create a fuss inside towards their less than stable classmate. But the words had not registered to Hajime’s hurried brain, making the words spoken but unheard.

“ A-Are you o-okay Nagito-kun?? “

“ Hey… you don’t need to look at them if they make you uncomfortable… “

“ Wah!! Ibuki is so sorry for making you see that Nagito! “

“ And no sorry for me?? “

“ Bah! You are just a whiny baby Kazuichi! And besides, you overreact on everything! “

“ H-Hey! That’s not true! “

Slamming the door opened, Hajime was greeted with the sight of Nagito’s turned back, and his classmates hovering the boy. The first to look at him was Nagito, who turned around with misty eyes, and an overly pale face made Hajime’s heart clench a little. Walking toward the slightly taller male, the brunette reached out his hand and placed his large hand over the other’s pale cheeks. Which upon contact reddened and flushed, making the other’s cold hand warmer. Nagito opened his mouth, but before his stuttering become coherent words, he was cut off by a smaller voice.

“ Don’t be mad Hajime-san, but as you said! They can snoop around, as long as they do not break anything! They did that, but Nagito got frightened by the specimens! That’s all! Love! Love! “ Forgetting Nagito for awhile, Hajime’s eyes searched the room for the fluffy bunny. And once he had spotted it by Nagito’s leg, he immediately let go of the other cheek, and carried the robot as you would a toddler.

This is the only time Nagito wished for Usami to disappear.

“ So, which one made Nagito scream? “ Hajime then finally directed his gaze to his other classmates, and to his surprise, most of them has a jar on their hands. They look at each other, not really knowing which one made the boy scream. But before they can make any guesses, Nagito grasped his elbow and whispered to him in a hushed tone.

“ Everything freaked me out… I’m sorry… “ Ah. Indeed, human specimens are less than savory to others. Hajime was about to tell him that it was okay to freak out, there was a shout outside.

“ HEY!!! FOOD’S READY! “

“ HURRY UP! I’M STARVING!! “

With a sigh, Hajime dropped his hand that was not holding unto Usami on the small of Nagito’s back, leading him outside of the room. Before completely leaving the room, he turned his gaze towards the others.

“ You heard them, time for lunch. Make sure that those jars will be placed back to their boxes unharmed. “

After the noisy lunch, the specimens are long forgotten, Hajime’s clear face was not mentioned, and the screams were left aside. Then party really started.

The first thing that happened are the games—blame Hajime and Chiaki’s competitiveness.

Mario Kart;

“ DUDE! QUIT BUMPING MY KART! I’m starting to feel bad for Baby Rosalina… “

“ Hehe, Baby Rosalina goes nyoom. “

“ Keep the baby out of the way Haji—YOU BASTARD! WHO BLUE SHELLED ME?? “

“ I did… I think… “

“ Don’t worry about my baby, Me and Rosalina will finish first—WHAT THE FUCK! “

“ Ah, Hajime slipped on a banana peel…How unlucky. “

“ yOU—“

“ No fighting! “

Uno;

“ UNO! IBUKI IS UNO! GYAHAHAHAHA ”

“ Who has reverse? Reverse it now. “ Mitarai-kun drops a YELLOW, 9.

“ H-Here you g-go… “ Mikan drops a YELLOW, Reverse.

“ Thank you. Blue. “ Mitarai-kun drops a +4.

“ NOOOOO! MIKAN WHYYYYYY DO YOU NOT LOVE IBUKI ANYMOREEEEE? “

“ E-Eh?! U-Um I-I… B-But! I w-wouldn’t let y-you win! “

“ noOoOOoO “

“ …No bad feelings Ibuki, its just a game. “ Chiaki drops a BLUE, 2.

“ That’s true Ibuki! Cheer up! “  Mahiru drops a BLUE, Reverse.

“ …Better luck next round. Red. “ Chiaki drops a +4.

“ NOOOOOO!!!! “

Monopoly;

“ Why should I pay rent? “

“ Because you landed on their territory Ms. Sonia. “

“ Well, then. How about we have a little deal… “ Sonia was passing a stack of Monopoly money underneath the table towards Ryota who looked a bit panicked.

“ Keep this and next time that I pass by, I won’t need to pay rent—“

“ THAT’S NOT HOW THE GAME WORKS SONIA! “

“ Eh? I saw that happen in the Japanese dramas that I’ve seen—“

“ THIS IS MONOPOLY. “

And once the class ran out of games to play, they went through the movies and animes that the others had brought. And by this time Teruteru had been whipping out snacks after snacks.

By the Grace of the Gods;

“ I feel like something bad will happen to this kid…”

“ True…Everything had been perfect until now…Argh! “

“ Everything is too perfect… “

--

“ Wait so nothing bad happened to him?? At all?? “

“ The guy suffered enough before—damn the title makes sense now. “

Spirited Away;

“ Whoa! I did not know that Japan has such beautiful mythical creature! “

“ Ha! Mythical creatures are nothing against the army that I have! Especially my Four Dark Devas of Destruction. “

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“ AHHHH!!! THE STAIRS! “

“ Chill Hiyoko, she’s alive. Look. “

“ Geez! That girl is so clumsy! “

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“ Aww…Isn’t that guy so adorable?? He just wants to come inside! “

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“ Forget what I said earlier. “

After three more movies, and a myriad of ‘snacks’, Hajime had noticed how late it had been. Taking his phone out, he saw how late it really is.

10:47 PM

Damn. It would be a hassle to commute this late in the evening. Checking the train’s schedule, he realized that the last train will be leaving in a few minutes. Looking at his groggy classmates, and some of the straight up sleeping people, he sighed. He moved to stand up, but paused when he felt a weight on his shoulder. Looking down he saw white fluffy hair, Nagito. Immediately flushing, Hajime stopped the urge to bury his nose in the other’s hair. Looking around, he saw Usami seated on the floor where Chiaki is softly snoring. He reached out to tap the robot on the head, making sure that Nagito’s head will not drop and hit the sofa. Once he had gotten the robot’s attention, he gestured for her to come and take his place. Carefully and cheerfully walking towards him, he started to do weird gymnastics where he had to transfer the other’s head over the robot’s soft head.

“ Hnngg… “

Hajime’s heart paused, and even Usami’s face blanked a little when the noise escaped Nagito’s mouth. But after a beat, the other just continued sleeping. Releasing his breath, Hajime slowly rested his head on the robot. When that is done, he moved his gaze to Peko—who was surprisingly still very awake—and leaned down to her ear.

“ If anybody wakes up, tell them that they are welcome to spend the night. The last train will leave in a few, and it will be to late for any of you to ride. If they want a bed, there is a master bedroom on the second floor, and a servants’ quarters at the back of the kitchen—though I don not know if they are clean at the moment. But I’ll also bring down some blankets for y’all.  You all know where the bathroom is, right? “ Peko nodded,

“ Yes Usami showed us earlier. “ She whispered back to Hajime. He nodded and gestured that he will be going, in which the other just nodded in understanding.

Bringing back a stack of blankets, Peko stood and helped him drape them over their classmates. Reaching Chiaki, Hajime cannot help but let a small smile grace his face. The girl looked so peaceful, like an angel. He knows. This angel was the one that held out her hand to bring him here. The one that gave him that chance to be here, with these people. Tucking Chiaki in, and stealing a soft pillow from the sofa, Hajime leaned in her ear.

“ Thank you Chiaki. “

Standing up, he then made his way to Nagito, who was still perched on Usami’s head. Looking at the other’s position, Hajime shook his head. He reached for skinnier boy, and carried him like a princess. As if Usami understood what’s happening, she stood on the sofa, laid one of the pillows, and jumped down. Hajime let out an amused snort and laid Nagito on the sofa. Patting Usami on the head, he reached out for the last blanket and tucked the boy in. Before he can even realize what he was doing, he had already placed a kiss on the boy’s forehead. Flushing red, he suddenly stood up and spun around to where Peko had been. But to his delight, the girl is already seated back to her seat and facing the television that is still playing the movie that they had been watching.

Sighing, he stood up and left the living room, and going to the room that he will miss once he started living at the dorms.

The basement.

Why? It’s a creepy place, why would Hajime miss it?

Because it’s the only place in the house that felt alive when everyone else died.

Dropping his body on the couch in the basement, Hajime felt the fatigue catching up to him.

“ Damn…The day started weird… But it was fucking fun… ” Hajime chuckled at this and began falling asleep with a smile in his face.

But before he can fully pass out, he had a last thought in his head;

“ It was… I’m glad you had fun… “

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It’s so dark…Why is it so dark? Hajime? Are you there? It’s so cold Haji…Where are you…?

“ You are going to what?! “

Mom?

“ Don’t you want that? A souvenir! “

Dad? A souvenir? Where did you guys go?

“ I agreed to the first one because that is the only way for Hajime to live! I don’t wanna risk anything else just for aesthetics! “

Hajime? Live? A-Aesthetics?? What’s happening?!

“ He wouldn’t die. Don’t you trust me? Can you just imagine? The possibilities! If this work, then this is an innovation! Another discovery! Isn’t that what we had always aimed for? Discover and impart! “

W-Wha—

“ I-I guess… B-But! “

“ Listen. Just one. It’s like I___ didn’t leave. We will have our kid back. “

“ Just one. We had a deal. I want Hajime to stay normal…”

“ …Of course sweetheart. “

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Hajime’s eyebrows wrinkled a bit as he felt something tickling his eyelashes. With a grunt, he slowly opened his eyes. Everything was a bit blurry, his naturally blurry eyes was trying to make sense of what was in front of him. Squinting his eyes at the dark, he finally realized what he was staring at;

Nagito Komaeda who’s chin is resting on the couch, and eyes looking a bit sad—as if worried.

“ What the fuck? “

Chapter Text

Nagito’s eyes fluttered open, an hour after Hajime had laid him on the sofa.

Blinking away the sleep from his eyes, the first thing that Nagito saw was Usami staring right at him.

“ Hello, Usami… “ Softly greeting the robot as he slowly sat up. After sitting up straight, he finally realized what is wrong with his current situation.

“ cRA— mmph! “ before he can even finish his outburst, his voice was muffled by Usami’s pink soft paws.

“ Shh! Everyone is already sleeping! “ She whispered-yelled at him. Slowly nodding his head, Usami removed her hand from his mouth. Looking around him, under the dim light of the open lamp nearby, Nagito saw his classmates strewn around in different positions. Some are on the floor, like  Chiaki, Mikan, and Ibuki. While there are people sleeping on armchairs and love seats. Like Souda, Gundham, and Teruteru.

“ Usami, “ Nagito whispered, “ Where are the others? “ Usami was silent for a while until there was a soft beep from her.

“ Mahiru, Hiyoko, and Sonia all went to the maid’s quarters. About 45 minutes before you woke up! Peko and Fuyuhiko took the master’s bedroom, and Mitarai-kun and Ryota both went to the second bedroom. Akane is snacking in the kitchen, and Nekomaru is in the bathroom! “

“How about Hajime? “

“ Oh! Hajime is in the basement! “

Nagito cannot help the shiver that went up his spine. He can remember vividly the eyeballs that were floating inside the jar. He cannot help but remember Hajime’s eyes and how one in the jar can possibly be his.

He shook his head to remove the negative thoughts in his mind and turned to the rabbit. Patting her head, Nagito cannot help but smile at the robot.

“ Thank you, Usami… “ With one last pat, Nagito stood up and made his way towards the basement. As he was walking, he felt something soft touch the back of his leg. Looking down, he saw Usami walking beside him. Picking up the robot under her arms, he brought her near his face.

“ Usami… What are you doing? “ Usami tilted her head to the side and became quiet for a while. Nagito did the same and tilted his head in the same direction. After a second of staring, the robot answered.

“ I am to accompany you! “ Usami stated as if it was an undeniable fact.

“ I’m just gonna go to the basement and see Hajime… Do you really need to accompany me? “ He asked as he pulled Usami closer, the robot was a bit heavy… The robot just beamed at him.

“ Of course! I have been tasked to accompany you whenever you are in need! “ Confused about what the robot meant, he asked further.

“ In need? What could I possibly need Usami? “ Just like earlier, the rabbit just blanked out— apparently it is the way robot thinks for more complex topics.

“ You looked a little bothered earlier… So I thought, I would stay by your side until you feel better! Love! Love! “

He is touched. He had noticed that the robot is more attentive to him compared to the others. But he personally thinks that is all because of Hajime, and not because the robot likes him better. The thought both makes him feel warm, but at the same time… Fake. He knows that Usami does not the choice but to treat him differently because her creator told her so. But knowing that Hajime cared enough to give him some company. That. or he does not trust Nagito to be alone.

Nagito placed the robot back on the ground and gave her a last pat on the head.

“ I’m sorry Usami… But I need to talk to Hajime—”

And before Usami could say anything else, he immediately followed up his statement.

“ —Privately.  “ With that, the robot visibly deflated. But before Nagito can even say anything, he heard a shuffle near him.

“ Hng… Nagito…? “ Chiaki had woken up from the fuzz that the two of them had been doing. 

Nagito opened his mouth to apologize, and immediately closed it once he saw her pull the robot back down with her. Usami blanked out for a moment, and proceed to cuddle with the girl.

“ Go to Hajime, Nagito. I’ll keep Usami still. “ he mutely nodded and stood up to leave.

“ Oh…and Nagito… “ Looking back, he saw a ghost of a small smirk in the girl’s lips.

“ Wait until we all graduate before you do anything. “

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Nagito cannot help his face from exploding with what Chiaki had said. 

“ W-We will do no s-such thing! “ Running away from the shame, he could still hear her soft laughter behind him.

Walking towards the basement at an ungodly hour in the morning is certainly unnerving. Arriving in front of the door, he took a deep breath and knocked.

“ Hajime? “ He knocked again.

“ Hajime…? “ Another knock.

“ Well then, excuse me… “ opening the door, he was immediately greeted by Hajime’s form lying in one of the sofa’s in the room. Nagito silently approached the other’s lying form. 

Kneeling in front of the sofa, he now has a clear and close view of Hajime’s blank face. The boy had a relaxed face, a complete opposite of his either pissed/irritated look, or his completely indifferent face. His eyebrows weren’t furrowed, but they are still thick and strong. And above them, is a suspicious scar that runs along Hajime’s forehead. bringing his hand up, Nagito dared to hover his finger over the faded scar. But before he can even feel the skin, he saw the boy’s eyebrows scrunch and his eyelids flutter.

Immediately pulling his hand away from the other’s face, he heard Hajime grunt before his eyes slowly fluttered open. Nagito cannot help himself and lean closer to the other and lean his head over the sofa. Seeing the other’s eyes made his heart skip a beat, but at the same time, the feeling of pity flooded him.

“ What the fuck? “ Normally, this outburst will make him laugh, but now, he was too confused and worry to even bother.

After a moment of silence, Nagito was not able to stop his mouth.

“ Do you know what they did to you? “

Hajime took a while before he even understand what the boy was asking, as there are more questions in his head.

What is he doing here?

Why is he so close?

Is this a dream?

Holy crap he smells so sweet!

But he settled for the right question, thank you very much.

“ Nagito? What are you doing here? “ Rubbing as he sat up, Hajime braced himself to the other’s answer.

“ Well— I… I came to look for you… And ask you something. “ Nagito was fiddling with his fingers, a clear sign of nervousness.

“ And that question is…? “ Now sitting up, the both of them had not realized how awful their positions are. Hajime was sitting on the sofa, unconsciously placing his legs on each side of Nagito’s body. And the other was— well… He’s kneeling in between Hajime’s legs.

“ That’s kinda sus my guy. “

“ Do you know what they did to you? ” Nagito said once again, this time his face looked more determined. Hajime sighed.

“ Again, Nagito… “ He dragged his hand over his face, “ Who is “they”, and what exactly do you mean by “do” ? “ But before he can even hear the other’s reply, he heard them himself first.

“ I might… ” 

Then a series of weird flashes flooded Hajime’s mind. It wasn’t any images, it was all flashes and blobs of misshapen shadows. They looked humanoid, but none of them were truly human. They were shadows, monsters. They took hold of his arms and legs, but at the same time, he felt nothing. He was being pulled, but at the same time, he was still. 

He was being moved, but not him him .

“ Hajime…? “ Looking up, he saw Nagito peering at him worriedly, he shook his hand infront of him as a sign that there was nothing to worry about. And obviously, Nagito did not believe that at all. Pulling Hajime by the arm, he wordlessly brought the brunette to his father’s study.

As much as hajime can simply wrench his arm from the boy’s grasp, he was more amused that the usually reserved boy is assertive for once. When they arrived at the door of his father’s study, he rose his eyebrow at the boy infront of him. But before he can say anything, the boy pushed the doors open and pulled him inside. And in a flash Hajime found himself pushed on the study table in the middle of the room. His face flushed once he was the other pining him in the wood behind him.

“ Don’t move. “

He cannot do anything but do what the boy had told him. As Nagito turned his body away from Hajime, he cannot help but let his gaze fall unto the other’s ass—

“Please… Not now. I thought you’re straight? “

“ Shut up. Also, did you just assume my sexuality? “

As he reprimanded the voice, he saw the other move and shut the doors. Letting his dick panic, he shouted out;

“ H-Hey! Nagito wait— “

But his words were stuck in his throat as he got a good view of the markings on the doors. The insignia that he had always looked up to. And for the first time ever since he could remember, his thoughts are in synch.

“ What the fuck…? “

“ The fuck?! “

Almost.

Chapter Text

If there are any questions that Hajime would like to have answers to, one, where did the money in the family bank all come from, and whatever is this right in front of him right now.

Taking his gaze away from the door, he stared at the other, who is currently looking at Hajime expectantly. After staring at each other for a while, he finally decided to open his mouth and address the elephant in the room.

“ Well? “ The other just stared at him incredulously.

“ What do you mean ‘well’? Don’t you have anything to say about this? “ With pursed lips, Hajime wracked his head to what the other wants him to say. But after pulling up with a blank, he can only squint and curl his lips down.

“Nnnnnnoooo… Nah, I don’t have anything to say about this. “ His words were greeted with a groan of frustration from the other. Hajime rolled his eyes at this.

“ To be fair, I don’t know jack shit about this room. And at the same time, what do you want me to say? ‘ Oh yeah, here’s the thing, the room upstairs is my late Dad’s and I’ve never had the opportunity to open it ‘cuz I don’t know where the keys are.’ See? That’s all I could say about this. “ Hajime ranted out as he walked towards the door, laying his hand over the insignia. Once his skin made contact with the wood, he had almost expected the marking to disappear into thin air, but the logo was painted over the wood and according to how there was a thin layer of dust over it, and how the paint is not as vibrant as he would think, the logo had been here since day one.

“ You know this is weird. You know that this , is the reason for that — for you … what you look like. “ Once those words had left Nagito’s mouth, Hajime felt his body freeze and his thoughts reel back.

Freak.

Disgusting.

Weirdo.

MONSTER!

“ What the fuck do you mean by that. “ Hajime’s fists clenched as he slowly turned to look at the other. And once he saw him, he saw that Nagito’s already pale face turned paler, and his eyes widened with apprehension. Whatever face Hajime is making right now… It’s not good.

“ H-Ha—Hinata-kun…? “ Hajime cannot think straight (hehe), his mind was garbled and foggy. He’s not aware of what he is doing, nor did he realize the boy’s words. All he knew was that somehow, Nagito knew. Nagito knew him. His face, his past, his flaws, his voice— a voice that had been quiet for a while now. He stalked towards the other boy, who took a step back everytime Hajime stepped forward.

“ H-Hajime… “ Nagito called out once again, but the brunette’s dark eyes never changed, and his strides seemed to hasten.

“ HAJIME! “ Nagito screamed out as he felt himself bump into the office desk. He clenched his eyes shut as he felt the other’s unstable breaths on his face. He knew he was trembling. He saw Hajime act grumpily and brash everyday the past week that he was in his class. But this was different. This was the kind of rage that was quiet, more personal, and definitely more destructive. Hajime was loud. But unlike Souda, his reactions were never extreme. When he laughs, it is never a giggle. When he is mad, he never sulks. And when he’s frustrated, he never plays it off. Hajime’s reactions are pure and unrestrained. So seeing his raging eyes and the deep scowl. This is an extreme no one had ever seen before. But the words that left his mouth felt like buckets of cold water being dumped on Nagito at once.

“ What are you trying to say, Nagito? Are you saying that I’m a freak? That I’m an eyesore… Or better yet— a fucking monster? “ Nagito’s eyes widened at that. Looking up, what he saw was not the rage that was steaming from Hajime, but the new emotion that flooded his eyes…is pain. 

“ NO! “ Nagito had pushed at Hajime’s chest making him an arms length from Nagito’s face.

“ I’m just… I-I’m… I’m worried about you okay! “ 

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poof!

Hajime felt his face burn red. Immediately, he let go of the other boy and made sure to keep a far distance between the two of them.

“ Oho~ Takes one twink to bring you down ey?~  “

Shut the fuck up! Wait, you’re ba—

“ It’s just—! You’ve been taking care of me, well, asking Usami to take care of me… But! I… When I saw that photo… I just knew that something happened to you. And I just… I wanna know, and I’m sure that whatever happened to you is no accident… Someone did that to you… And I— “ Nagito’s little speech was cut off when he saw the other’s face. His own face flushed red as he stuttered out a retort.

“ W-What’s with t-that face?! “

“ Well, you keep spouting out all these cheesy nonsense! Obviously I'm bound to be flustered! “ When Hajime had said those words, Nagito had an offended look on his face.

“ Y-You—! “

“ Nagito? Hajime? “ The two boys had heard a soft voice coming from the door. Looking at the direction of the sound, they saw Chiaki and Usami groggily staring at the two of them— well Chiaki was, Usami is a robot. 

The two just stared at her with gaping mouths. Once Chiaki had opened the door completely, Usami made her way inside, and immediately clutched on Hajime’s pant leg. On pure instinct, he lifted the robot and proceeded to carry her like a child. He opened his mouth to ask, but he was but of by Usami.

“ Hinata-san! Your face is clean today! Are you finally showing everyone? Teehee! That is great! Love Love! “ The room got cold, and no one knew how to react. Hajime stared at Usami. Usami, the robot that he created. And the first companion he ever had. Usami’s smile was still there, and she seemed… happy. Without knowing that her words had caused Hajime’s brain to short circuit and lead him down an abyss of doubt and fear.

All this time…?

My face… I— forgot to— I—!

This morning… I know they saw, but— it was a mistake! I was taking a bath, and then… Shit.

Applying layers of foundation, concealers, and hair dyes for the past seven years, you would think that creating a mask should come instantly. But when no one said anything, no screams, no rocks thrown at him, and no spiteful words said… He just assumed— 

“ Hajime, breathe. “ Chiaki’s soft voice, and the warm hand on his shoulder took him out of the self-deprecating stupor, and took him back to his father’s office.

“ Whatever you were thinking of… We don’t care… “ Chiaki was right in front of him, her hands hanging limply on her sides. Ah, so it is Nagito who placed his hand on his should—

“ I think. “

Crickets. But after a few seconds of silence, Hajime’s laughter echoed in the room. The two— well, three other occupants of the room stared at the laughing boy incredulously, until Usami's soft giggles followed her creator’s laughter.

“ You think? Damn, that is so unreliable. “ Chiaki huffed at the boy’s statement, but then smiled at the sight in front of her.

“ Alright then. I know so. Have you seen how bizarre everyone is in Hope’s Peak Academy? Normal people will be the ones that will stand out more than you Hajime. So, if you ever think that you’re weird, bizarre, or even feel like an outcast… Just remember, everyone is different in many ways than one. “ She smiled at the boy,

“ There’s no need to hide. You are family now Hajime. “

The next day saw Hajime Hinata hauling his own possessions towards Kazuichi’s van. He only brought along a few personal belongings; clothes, gadgets, tools, and most importantly— Usami’s maintenance kit and charging port (more like her princess bed, but don’t mention it to Hajime.) Less students had opted to join the van ride, and left earlier to reach the school before lunch time. Placing the last box in the trunk, Hajime gave the house a last look over. This was his house. But for as long as he had been there, this never really became home for him. But still… the vague memories are still there, and he cannot really pinpoint what, but he feels like… he forgot something inside.

“ Hey bro! “ He turned around at the sound. Kazuichi was looking out the window, and all of his remaining classmates were already seated inside.

“ Are you done? “ The other flashed his pointy teeth towards the other, Hajime just smiled. He opened his mouth to say yes, but the nagging feeling on the back of his head made him shut his mouth.

“ Actually… I will do a quick pass around the house— just to make sure I haven’t missed anything, and that the electricity is off. “ Hajime waved at the other and turned to make his way back into his house.

“ Hajime, wait. “ Chiaki called out from the window of the car. Spinning around, he raised a brow at her, signaling her to continue.

“ Nagito isn’t here yet. The last time I saw him, he was near the basement. Tell him that we are about to leave, okay? “ Hajime sighed in exasperation, nodded his head in agreement and turned from the van. He didn’t see the smug smile on the girl’s face, and the 5,000 yen bill that was passed onto her hand.

Hajime first went to the “servant’s” wing of the house. Switching off the main power and shutting off the water, he took the keys from a hook on the wall and proceeded to make sure everything was closed and locked. He does not plan to go back to this house for a while, but he knows that there are a lot of sensitive files and specimens that he definitely plans on keeping safe inside the house. 

Once all of the rooms were checked and locked, Hajime made his way into the basement. And, oh boy… he was not prepared for what he saw.

Nagito Komaeda, his pale, sickly, self-deprecating, and borderline insane classmate, is seated on the floor of the basement. Placing two specimens inside of a box that was stuffed with newspaper.

“ The fuck are you doing? “ The boy in question froze and slowly turned his gaze on the unamused Hajime. Nagito gave him a nervous smile, as he tried to subtly close the box and hide what he was doing.

“ Oh my! Hajime! Hi, hello. How are you? Gosh, is it just me, or did it get warmer all of the sudden? “ He stood up and walked towards the other, and made the motion to lead him outside the room.

“ Alright! We can’t have you all hot and bothered now, would we? Now, now, let’s go outside— shall we? “ But before he could even place a hand on Hajime’s arm, the other had passed by him and grabbed the box that he had left on the floor. Hajime placed the box underneath his arm, and went to grab Nagito with the other. Disregarding the boy’s flustered complaints, he perched the light-weight boy on his shoulder.

“ C’mon snowflake, it’s time to leave. “ Hajime, with Nagito on his shoulder and a box underneath his other arm, made his way out of the house. 

Never did he notice that the nagging feeling disappeared once he touched the box that the other was packing. 

He cannot leave I___ behind now, can he?

Seated in the van beside Nagito, Hajime opened the box. Inside was two jars of specimens, numerous files, and a framed photograph. He cannot help but let out a soft snort and point his gaze to the pale boy beside him. And to his amusement, the boy was fast asleep, his head placed above Chiaki’s head— who was also asleep, with Usami cuddled on his lap. Looking back at the box, Hajime got a glimpse of a familiar man in the picture. Taking the photo, Hajime saw his parents, himself, and a long-haired boy. 

“ Hajime? “

“ Yeah, I___? “

“ What… do you wanna be when we get older? “

“ Hmmm… I don’t know! And besides we’re five. “

“ Alright… “

“What’s wrong I___? Did Da do something bad? “

“ Not really… He’s just— he’s making me do all of these tests and—and “training” me., and I—Nevermind… “

“...”

“...”

“Don’t worry I___… I’m sure Da and Ma just wanna teach you and make you smart right? “

“ …But then, why only me? “

“...”

“ You’re my twin… What you have, I also have. But why are they not training you too? “

“ I don’t know I___, I don’t know… “

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