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The sun's rays of lights peeked out from the curtains, barely containing itself from waking up the sleeping teen. With a small huff, tired eyes began to open. It was morning, obviously. But the person refused to awake. Instead, they snuggled closer into their sheets, keeping themself warm and safe. They didn't want to wake up. Not yet. Just a little longer, maybe five more minutes? Ten minutes? So long as they get more rest, they will be content.
Knock Knock !
A groan left the teen's lips. Shuffling to sit up straight, they called out for whoever was knocking, "Come in." The door lightly creaked as another person pressed inside. "Hello, Mx. ( Y/N ). It is time for you get ready for school," looking over, the clear view of a maid was presented to the teen. "Thank you, ma'am. I'll be down in a bit," the teen smiled. The maid nodded her head and proceed to leave. Ah, finally. Back to bed. Until they realized— it's time for school.
It was another day for ( Y/N ) ( L/N ) to attend Hope's Peak Academy as the Ultimate Host. Hope's Peak Academy never truly caught the teen's attention. Sure, it guaranteed success in life, but they never thought that they'd be scouted out. Growing up, they always looked up to their parents. Both were loving and accepting, and they never mistreated their child nor each other. They always set an example, and that included many aspects, like hosting.
According to them, they hosted a lot back in high school, their goal being to bring a smile to every girl's face. And that's what sparked the flame of the Ultimate Host. ( Y/N ) was a naturally lovable person. Having a well-behaved attitude with a charming smile always made people either swoon or admire them. Adding on, ( Y/N ) liked to take charge, usually being the one to hold events and projects which always turned out to run smoothly with their guidance.
At first, these events and projects started at school. Nothing out of the ordinary, just a charming kid taking the lead and responsibility. Once their parents took notice, they began to experiment with their ability. Slowly, they eased their child into holding much bigger events. From taking consideration of their ideas to fully hosting large events. In no time, ( Y/N ) made it clear that they had a natural talent when it comes to hosting. And it seemed a lot more emphasized when they were seen in these events, interacting with the guests and presenting themself in a way that seems dreamy. Often times after these events, ( Y/N )'s parents receive loads of praises.
"What a wonderful child you have!"
"So charming, I bet they break a lot of hearts!"
"Such a natural. You must be proud!"
And they were. They were so proud of their child. So when Hope's Peak scouted out of their child, they weren't that at all surprised. It was more surprising to see ( Y/N )'s expression to the situation.
( Y/N ) was surprised, sure, but they didn't know what to make of these news. Sure they had the talent. But to be bound to a talent like this, to have it made as a profession, it just seemed so... tiring. To put on some sort of facade almost all the time. "Of course, you don't have to accept," Ms. ( L/N ) placed a hand on top of ( Y/N ). "We'll support you no matter your decision," she added with a comforting smile.
A smile. It seemed like a reminder of some sort. The whole reason why they made such decisions and chose the path they created. Because of a smile. The reason they hosted was to bring a smile to their guests, no matter what. It was to bring them the satisfaction they deserved, regardless of whatever the event may be about. ( Y/N ) smiled back at their mother. "I'll go to Hope's Peak. I'll graduate and make you both proud!" they beamed.
( Y/N ) let a small smile paint their lips as they thought back to that small memory. They looked over at the peeking sun rays. It's going to be a good day. They just know it! Finally getting out of bed, the Ultimate Host began to get ready for school.
Now standing in front of the school, ( Y/N ) began to ponder about class. Truthfully, they could care less about school. Now that they remember, attending class isn't even required. Maybe they could go back and sleep in for the day...
No, they couldn't do that. Not to their parents at least. With a heavy sigh, they continued to head inside. As they made their way inside, they switched into a more relaxed demeanor. What is there to complain? Surely, if classes don't matter, then it won't even matter to pay attention. Chuckling softly to themself, they seem to pay no attention to their surroundings before crashing into someone.
Almost immediately, they reached forward, pulling the person close so both wouldn't fall. Of course, this caused both students to be pulled into a much closer proximity. "Ah! Sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going," ( Y/N ) apologized with a sheepish smile. "No, no! We're sorry, ( L/N )!" the girl apologized, face red as they pulled their friend close. Looking at them, ( Y/N ) recognized the two. A gentle smirk tugged at the host's lips. "Please, let me repay you. What kind of person would I be if I left you two girls unattended?" they watched as the girls began to turn more red.
With a glance up and down, the girl hummed, “I doubt you have time for us, though.” ( Y/N ) laughed softly before nodding. “Of course, I can always make time for you two ladies,” they flashed a smile ( seeing them flustered, they knew they were doing good ). “I see. You’re not too busy right now, then?” the girl asked. “No, not at all! It'll be my pleasure if you let me satisfy you two!” it seemed almost like an instinct to say that, as if making sure others were satisfied was a natural thing to come. Hosting really is a part of them.
The girl smiled and nodded. "Well, ( L/N ), if you really want to, then we won't stop you!" the girl stated. The girl beside her nodded profusely, face red as her friend's. ( Y/N ) tilted their head and began to think, "Flustered faces, shy smiles... yes, this is nice." "Great then, lead the way," they beamed at the two, letting one of them to proceed on. "Perfect! Lets go then," she tugged on ( Y/N )'s arm, pulling them around the school as the girl's friend followed along. ( Y/N ) hummed softly, letting themself get pulled along, "Our usual meet up place, right?" they asked. A smile reached their lips as they watched the girls giggle and nod.
What an eventful morning.
After rounding up Ibuki, Yukizome and the group of students began to look around the school in search of the other students. "So who are we looking for now?" Mahiru asked. Yukizome took a sharp left, picking up the pace. "They should be around here somewhere," was all she said ( much to Mahiru’s dismay ) before stopping in front of a door. Soft giggles were heard behind the door, all of which sound rather flirtatious than normal giggling. "Interesting, I can only imagine what's going on in there," Teruteru commented, earning him a few glares. "Just open the damn door," Fuyuhiko snarled.
With a small “hmph!”, Yukizome opened the door. "Well? What is it? Are they clothed or not?" hastily, Teruteru lightly pushed past Yukizome, now coming in view of the room. "Ah, hello! May I help you?" a soothing voice called out. Teruteru and the person made eye contact for a bit. For one, he didn't recognize the student that well. Secondly, this student and two other girls were having... tea? Strange, but okay. And lastly, the student was... attractive.
Teruteru couldn't really put his finger on it. There was something about the stranger that made feel flustered. Yeah, they were attractive, but it seemed that there was more to that. They were mysterious in their own way, and he suspected that no matter if they are strangers or not, they will remain that way to him. He felt even more out of place when he couldn't even recognize the student. He was usually pretty aware of everyone, and yet this one seemed to have sneaked past him somehow.
Before he could say anything, Yukizome stepped forward. “It’s time for class, ( Y/N )! So wrap it up, and lets go!” the teacher grinned. A disappointed hum left the stranger, who’s name is now revealed as ( Y/N ). “If you say so. Sorry, girls. Perhaps we can continue this some other day,” they smiled. It felt as if Teruteru’s heart skipped a beat at that. The hell? They just smiled, why’s he getting so… flustered? In an act to remain cool, Teruteru looked back at his classmates. Thing is, those who were paying attention to the scene were blushing as well.
“Ah, so it isn’t just me who finds this one attractive. That’s certainly interesting…” Teruteru held back a comment, simply needing to collect his thoughts before facing ( Y/N ) again. And when he did, he did not expect whatever unfolded before him. One of the girls pouted, “But I wanted us to chat longer!” Swiftly, and without much hesitation, ( Y/N ) gently grazed their index finger under the girl’s chin with their thumb lightly caressing the girl’s lips and slowly leaned closer. “My apologies, dear. But I must go. I hope to see each other soon. Until then, let us part ways,” they spoke, their voice lacing with a dreamy tone. The girl began to gush and seemingly melt under their touch while the other girl squealed with a red face.
Wha…
Did…did that really just happen?
Teruteru stopped thinking for a moment. And when he began to think, so many thoughts began to come across his mind. Again, in order to not turn red, he turned to his classmates. “Fuck, they’re red as well?” immediately, he turned to face Yukizome as his only hope to remain cool. And thankfully, she seemed unfazed.
Wait a damn minute, why the hell is this fazing him in such a weird? He’s Teruteru, this shouldn’t make him feel... bashfully flustered or something. He should be making a perverted comment or something along those lines! Quickly recovering, he went straight to making his usual comments. “You know, you can hold me close as well. I wouldn’t mind if our bodies pressed up against each other,” he smirked, lightly fixing his handkerchief.
( Y/N ) pulled back, eyes once again meeting with the shorter student. At first, they didn’t know what to make of him. They had seen him before, but they barely interacted to the point that they didn't particularly recognized him. The first time they made direct eye contact was just a few seconds ago when he barged in, and it all seemed to go by fast. Their eyes were fixed onto his, taking in his image all at once. It made the host shiver just from keep contact like that. And now, they’re doing the same thing. Except this time, the student spoke to them.
Who is he?
His name was Hanamura, or something like that.
What's his ultimate again?
Ultimate Cook...? Yeah, that's it.
Many thoughts came through their mind, but in a flash, ( Y/N ) pushed them all back. “Oh, would you like a hug then?” they smiled at him, completely oblivious to the now flustered student. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” another student, who ( Y/N ) recognized as Mahiru, commented from the door. "Hey, I didn't know you guys would be here too," ( Y/N ) raised a brow. "Is this what you were referring to when you said you host often at school?" Sonia asked. ( Y/N ) smiled, "Uh-huh! Really, it's just a casual hang out for students who have too much time on their hands to come and have a good time!"
The adult, who ( Y/N ) could only assume was some new teacher, lightly tugged them away from the two girls. “I believe it’s time to go!” she smiled. With a bright grin, ( Y/N ) nodded and proceeded to leave for class. Waving goodbye to the two girls, the group began to search for more students in Class 77-B.
After finding Nagito, the class made it back to the classroom, taking rest from walking around almost all day. ( Y/N ) sighed softly, head against the cool surface of the desk. They sat all the way at the back farthest from the door. Not that they minded, it brought more tranquility than being in front of the class. A laugh was heard, which they recognize it to be Nagito. "Hold on, you wanted to meet a nobody like me? What a wonderful teacher you are!" he beamed, stacks of cans on his desk. "Oh come now, you aren't a no one," Yukizome pointed at him, "You're a rotten orange!" Nagito laughed, earning him a "That wasn't a compliment" comment from Fuyuhiko.
( Y/N ) looked up for a moment, hearing the teacher go on about finding two other students. With a small huff, they looked away. Eyes now focused on the world behind the window, the host began to ponder about their little hosting sessions. They thought up of ways to further please their guests. After all, simple gestures like earlier won't always cut it. Maybe they should add themes? Or maybe even start acting like a new person? No, no, that'd be weird if they become someone completely new. Shaking their head, they went back to whatever the class was discussing.
"Fiiiine. If you're gonna be lazy butts, I'll go get your last two classmates myself, if the rest of you stay here and give the room a good cleaning!" Yukizome stood by the window, a finger wiping over the window sill to reveal how dusty it was. Kazuichi groaned, "For real? Haven't we suffered enough today?" Just as he finished talking, two knives were thrust through the mechanic's desk with Yukizome leaning in with an intimidating glare. "You wanna talk suffering?" "NO! WE'RE GOOD!" And in a flash, the teacher was already half way out the door when she waved them goodbye, "Have fun! I'll see you later!"
( Y/N ) deadpanned, and they especially face palmed as they saw Kazuichi agree with Sonia after disregarding Mahiru. Pushing that away, they put on a smile and stood up. "Well, I guess we better start cleaning!" they beamed. "No choice, I guess. Lets just get it over with," Fuyuhiko grumbled. A sharp yelp followed by a clash of items was heard. On the ground, Mikan laid in an... interesting position, water splattered over her and supplies placed on her in odd position. "How do you even survive the day, you klutz?!" Hiyoko chastised. "So when is this class over?" Peko deadpanned along with Fuyuhiko.
Teruteru was quick to make his way over, and he was ready to make a comment but it seemed like Mahiru glared him to go back. "Here ya' go, Mikan," ( Y/N ) helped the nurse up. "T-Thank you..!" Mikan looked down, face red from the embarrassment. ( Y/N ) frowned, noticing how wet the bucket of water had gotten her. Looking around, they found nothing to help Mikan dry up with. "Ah, here," hastily, they took off their blazer and handed it to Mikan. "You can use it to dry yourself up. Or just wear it instead of that wet blazer of yours," they offered. Mikan looked up, hands shakily taking the blazer. "Thank you so much!" she began to thank the host all over again. "They get it already, dumbass!" Hiyoko barked.
"C'mon, guys, this classroom isn't gonna clean itself!" ( Y/N ) grinned at their classmates, who all soon to get to it. Thankfully, there wasn't too much noise, only the occasional chatter that never got too out of hand. And thankfully, Mikan didn't have any incidents either. ( Y/N ) wiped down the dust from the window sill, thoughts elsewhere like usual. They wondered if they would ever fit in with the others. Sure, they can always be friends and all, but would they ever go as far as to have someone close to them? Everyone in Class 77-B had their own personality, character, and dynamic. There were endless options, but would those options return the favor? Would anyone even like to be around them?
( Y/N ) felt a small tug at their arm. Looking to the side, they found none other than Teruteru. "Are you alright? You seemed quite zoned out," he stated, handing them their blazer that Mikan had borrowed. "Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm fine," they smiled, taking back their blazer. "Hm. What's on your mind? Perhaps that imagine of Mikan from earlier? If so, no worries, I do too," he said, a small trail of blood leaving his nose. ( Y/N ) chuckled softly. "No, nothing like that. I was just...thinking about how this school year will go," they told him. "Oh? Well there are certainly a good mixture of us, huh? Whatever the year has for us, I know we'll all have a hell of a time," he told them. ( Y/N ) raised a brow, "What makes you so sure?" they asked. Teruteru shrugged, "I just have a feeling, that's all." With that, he shot you a wink and went back to cleaning.
Despite the conversation being brief, ( Y/N ) felt... dazed. They weren't sure why, but the way Teruteru spoke and what he had told them, it felt rather comforting. His confidence only added reassurance to his words. Looking back at the window sill, the host went back to cleaning. Maybe Teruteru was right, maybe they'll have a good time. Smiling, they left their thoughts at that and focused on cleaning before Yukizome got back.