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When the gorgeous girl genius Miu Iruma woke up today she was expecting it to be yet another uneventful day of school at Hope’s Peak Academy. Ever since the school passed under Makoto Naegi’s (And by proxy Kirigiri Kyoko’s and Byakuya Togami’s) administration classes had become - much to the students' demise - mandatory… also super very fucking boring.
Miu fixed the tie on her uniform, a bright pink one she had personally chosen, and sighed, making sure not to forget her beloved goggles, when all said and done she absentmindedly inspected herself in the mirror.
Well, they weren’t exactly boring, per say, in fact she was pretty sure no one that had ever shared class with Ouma Kokichi or Yonaga Angie could ever call it boring, disturbing? Maybe.
But the point is: Miu would’ve preferred staying at home toying with her latest world-changing invention a hundred times more than going to class and having to endure her usual sitting alone and eating whatever disgusting junk food she had chosen to bring that day.
She picked up her school bag nonetheless, various metallic rattling sounds coming out of it as it moved, and walked out of the door.
It’s not like she didn’t have any friends. People still talked to her, of course they did! She was fucking Miu Iruma, for god’s (Or in Angie’s case Atua’s) sake! If anything what those morons should do is bow down and kiss her boots every time she blesses them with her presence!
Still, with every ring of a bell she ended up sitting in the hallway, alone, with her back on the wall, and Miu couldn’t help but feel… uncomfortable.
Uncomfortable as she watched people she didn’t even know walk around and idly chat side by side, some of them with arms around each other, laughing obnoxiously about one thing or the other.
Miu opened the classroom door with all the strength she could muster up and yelled “GOOOOD MORNING ASSHOLES! YOUR BEAUTIFUL, SEXY, GIRL GENIUS HAS FINALLY ARRI-” “Boo! The whore showed up, now our day is ruined!” Ouma spoke theatrically, cupping both hands as if to make a makeshift megaphone “Aa-aah!” weakly retorted back a now flustered Miu. “Pay him no mind, Iruma, good morning! We’re glad to see you!” smiled - more like beamed - Kaede Akamatsu, the ever-energetic class representative, while beside her Saihara Shuichi simply gave Miu a small smile and nod of the head.
“Y- yeah, whatever! You better!” she meekly pointed her finger at the two before speeding to her seat, almost tripping on her own feet on the way over (Thankfully Ouma seemed too distracted by his conversation with Amami to notice her) she plopped on her usual chair, next to Chabashira, who sat exactly between Miu herself and Yumeno, giving 99.9% of her attention to the latter; Miu didn’t mind, although Chabashira often scolded her whenever she made a joke, making it a point to cover Yumenos ears with both of her hands.
Fuck her, Miu’s jokes were always amazing, and she knew it.
Hoshi Ryoma arrived last, quietly sitting in his place beside Tojo.
When everyone had correctly sat down Kaede promptly bounced from her chair to her feet, turning towards her fellow classmates with a fired up expression “ATTENTION, PLEASE!” she yelled, successfully stopping all conversations at once. She was probably the only one in class who could manage that and still be generally liked among them.
Once all eyes got on her, Akamatsu seemed to get a bit self conscious and awkwardly cleared her throat, but a quick smile and thumbs up from Saihara got her right back on track; Miu rolled her eyes.
“Anyways, friends, today is an important day!”
“Nyeh? It is?” came Himiko's confused question, Miu found herself in the same boat as the tiny magician, what was it today again?
“Of course it is!” Akamatsu happily clasped her hands together “Because today is the day-“
“Ah, is the new Student coming in?” Rantaro cocked his head to the side, tapping his chin with one finger, everyone’s head snapped in his direction. Kaede’s eyes had become the size of saucers, her smile thinned as well.
He seemed to notice, looking only slightly embarrassed, “Oh, hah, did I say something wrong?”
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MAN, YOU TOTALLY STOLE AKAMATSU’S THUNDER!!”
Ouma’s loud laugh and the sound of his hands banging on his desk filled the awkward silence that had formed not only two seconds ago, Amami blinked for a moment in the shorter boy's direction, then seemed to finally get it “Ah, I’m sorry-” he started, scratching the back of his neck “It’s quite alright, don’t worry Amami!” She practically forced herself to say “But… How did you know? I’m pretty sure Mrs.Hakamori only told me yesterday, after school.” Kaede asked him, eyebrows drawn together in confusion. “Well, nevermind how I know it… it’s really not that interesting, please continue.” shrugged her off Rantaro; everyone in class knew that pressing him about it was useless so all eyes returned to Akamatsu, who looked way less enthusiastic than before, even though she was smiling still.
“I mean, that was pretty much it… but, we’re getting a new friend! Isn’t that exciting? Everyone please do your best to welcome them!” On that last bit her eyes darted immediately on Kokichi, who just smugly smiled at her back.
‘New friend my ass’ was the first thought to come to Miu’s mind while she fidgeted with a loose hair strand; considering the bunch of tools this school kept bringing in she definitely wasn’t looking forward to meeting whatever Ultimate Asshole was about to enter her already miserable school life.
“Ooooh! Tenko hopes it’s a new girl! So I can protect her!” Chabashira practically squealed from next to her while Yumeno tried her best to avoid her wandering arms and not get hit in the face. ‘Hah, I bet you do...’ Miu snickered to herself, catching Tenko’s attention, who fully turned to her “And you, Iruma? Do you also hope the new student is a girl?” she questioned, Miu shrugged “I don’t care if it’s a friggin’ boy or a girl…well, as long as her TITS are not bigger than MINE!”
God, she was so funny, but apparently Chabashira didn’t get the joke because she limited herself to a single loud gasp and turned back around to pester the short redhead sitting on her right.
Whatever.
“Heeeeey! Atua says Mrs.Hakamori and the new student are coming!” Mused Angie, who sat closest to the door and had full visibility of the school corridor.
The second the two figures entered the room the class fell silent.
“What…” “THE ACTUAL-” “FUCK?!”
“Iruma, for the last time, language!” reprimanded her Mrs.Hakamori, Miu yelped while still in complete shock “Eek! I-I’m sorry, ok?!” not her greatest apology, but her teacher was way too used to her antics by this point and accepted it regardless.
The exhausted teacher turned to the new student, a faint smile grazing her face. “I believe it would be best for you to introduce yourself to the class now.”
“Ah, right!” He nodded, then took a proud stance with both hands at his hips whilst facing what was now his class “My name is K1-B0, but you can call me Keebo, actually, I’d prefer if you called me that, please.” Not a single voice commented on that, not with everyone still too busy trying to wrap their heads around… all this.
Keebo’s proud expression faltered at the silence “I guess your reactions are justified…” he huffed “After all, it’s not everyday that you see the Ultimate Robot walk into your very class!” He paused again, clearly waiting for some sort of reaction from his peers.
With the exception of Miu, who was still staring at him like he single-handedly ended her entire bloodline, everyone slowly started to come back to their senses. Akamatsu, probably pressured by her role as class representative, was the first one to speak out “Ehm, welcome, Keebo! We all hope you will have a wonderful stay here at Hope’s Peak!” She gave him a single little bow.
Keebo seemed appreciative of her words and smiled, then got back to the rest “As the Ultimate Robot, I am well aware of the interest I might attract. I don't mind answering questions, as long as they are not robophobic, of course!”
Questions? Questions?! Miu had about five-fucking-thousand of those going through her golden brain right now. She couldn’t take it anymore and opted for chewing on her pencil’s end instead, but she apparently wasn’t the only one with pent up feelings about the situation, she could practically feel Ouma trembling from his seat in anticipation.
And then, it happened.
“HEY! DO ROBOTS HAVE DIC-”