“Ah! I’m Hagakure Yasuhiro!” He exclaimed with a smile, “Nice to meet you, Togami-Chi! I’m sure there’s a nice guy under your frown. A nice guy who knows my talent!”
“Hmmmmm….” I frowned, “I know it’s something horribly, horribly useless….something mockable at best…” I looked around, I knew there was an otaku in the group with an insanely idiotic story and no one else seemed to fit the bill….”You’re an Otaku, yes? Known for the most idiotic manga ever written?”
“Hey!” Hagakure exclaimed, poking me in the chest, “Watch what you say little boy! I’ll have you know I’m 20, so an adult that you should respect me!”
“Maybe I would if you didn’t seem to have the same mental capacity of a two year old.” I replied with a frown, “Now I’m going to continue, hopefully not everyone is as pathetic as you are.” I walked away, towards a group that hadn’t moved, two girls and an odd boy. “So do you all want to get this over with or is it just me?”
“Sure,” the girl in a school uniform, her sleeves ripped off began, turning towards me, “Yasuhiro Taeko’s the name. Any idea what the game is?”
Yasuhiro...Taeko….the name scared all my old classmates I know...something terrifying, something people wanted to avoid…”Gang Leader, perhaps?” I thought aloud, not realizing I had done so, “Seems the most logical idea…”
“That’s the name of my game,” She replied, smiling at me, a nasty smile, full of lies and hatred. “Good job, turtleneck!”
“Shut up,” I replied, my hand shooting up to play with the rim of my turtleneck, “It really doesn’t matter that I have a turtleneck on.”
“Exactly!” The boy exclaimed, “If it makes you comfortable enough to do your best everyday you should wear it!” He grabbed my hand, shaking it vigorously, “I’m Ishimaru Kiyotaka, I’m sure you know my talent!!”
“Isn’t it...baseball player?” I asked, I was fairly certain, the boy wonder who worked 10 times harder than his other teammates, girls everywhere swooning over his hard work attitude.
“Exactly!” He exclaimed, “You’re really good at this guessing thing Togami-Kun!!”
“Still say Turtleneck is a better name for him,” Yasuhiro mumbled with a small grin.
“Now, now,” the other girl began, stepping forward, “Do not go looking for a fight.” She turned to me, letting a small smile cross her lips, “I am Oogami Sakura, I doubt you know my talent, since I’m actually very rarely known.”
“I...really do have no clue, so hurry and tell me.” I replied with a frown, “I don’t have time to wait for you.”
“I’m SHSL Fortune Teller, it is a pleasure to meet you, I’m sure we will get along well be the time the school year ends.”
“Even with the windows and door blocked off?”
“She turned to the door with a sigh, “I’m sure it is some sort of initiation, to make sure we are indeed ready for the school.”
“Well...I’m moving on then…” I replied, walking over to a blue haired girl who was busy trying to shoo off a red head.
“Now, go, go, you’re being annoying-” she noticed me and cut herself off, turning to me, “Oh, hi there!! I’m Maizono Sayaka~ Pleasure to meet you!”
“Detective, right?” I asked, “You’ve caught a lot of serial killers, a force to be reckoned with. To avoid at all costs if a criminal on the run or if you have yet to be discovered.” I knew a lot about her, but that research was done...long before Hope’s Peak was in the picture, for reasons not to be discussed.
“Yep!” She exclaimed, “Looks like I might have a fan at this school! So cute that you’re such a fan!”
“I wouldn’t say I’m a fan…” I mumbled, turning away from her, anything but a fan really.
“Yooooo!” the red head exclaimed, throwing an arm over my shoulder, “I’m Kuwata Leon!! Nice to meet you! Let’s see you guess my super awesome talent!”
No idea, but might as well humor him, “Stripper? You look like one,” I replied, hearing a small burst of giggles coming from Maizono.
“What?!” Kuwata exclaimed, jumping back, “No way! I’m a gambler! A gambler you hear me!” He laughed, getting close, “Look I’ll forgive you if you agree to one thing…” He pointed to the person from earlier, the one who said my turtleneck was “cute” or whatever, “That honey is mine for sure, no touching her besides learning her name, alright?”
“Sure, why not, wasn’t planning on relationships anyway.” I replied with a frown, “But are you sure they're a girl?”
“Hell yeah, I mean, they have a fucking girl’s uniform on! What else could they be?” Kuwata asked me with a frown
“A boy who happens to wear skirts in his freetime?”
“Not possible...you know what, get out of here!” he exclaimed, “You’re hopeless, go away, shoo!”
I shrugged, walking away from Kuwata, didn’t really care about that person, he could be an idiot himself. I walked along, not paying close attention, and knocked into a girl, “Oi...watch it!” I snapped, stumbling backwards.
“Or perhaps you should,” she replied, her voice quiet, “Either way, I’m Kirigiri Kyouko. I hope you know what my talent is.”
“You….you’re an author…” she was recently attacked by a Genocider Syo for using his killing style in her novel, the damage was obvious, scars from scissors on her hands…
“Seems you know...but, you’re a little pale, looking at the scars...seem familiar maybe?”
“I...no, no just...go away, leave me alone!” She took a step toward me, “No! I said get away!” I screamed, backing away, “Don’t come near me! No!”
“Hey!” The black haired girl from earlier yelled, “Didn’t you hear him, Kirigiri-San, mayeb you should leave him alone. You’re scaring him.”
“Have a crush, do you sis?” the blonde girl next to her laughed, “How cuuuute!!! My big sis has a crush on a boy she doesn’t even know~”
“I don’t have a crush on him…” she mumbled, “Just didn’t want him to be screaming bloody murder.”
“Yeah, yeah!” The blonde laughed, letting go of the girl and walking towards me, “I’m Enoshima Junko, and I know you don’t know my talent, I’m a soldier, only a small amount of people know who I am!”
“I don’t really care,” I replied, with a shrug, walking past her, “I just want to finish introductions, really.”
“Hey! Be careful!” She called after me, “I could easily kill you, you know!”
“Whatever,” I replied, walking towards the black haired girl, “So, you’ve seemed to decide a lot of things involving me today, so what’s your name?”
“Ikusaba Mukuro…” She replied, turning to face me, “I’m sure you've heard about my talent before like everyone else….sadly….”
I knew it, of course, SHSL Heiress, became that after her sister ran off in middle school…”You’re an..heiress? Why would you hate that, gt everything handed to you, popular in social circles…”
“Never get to do anything I want...have to live as my parents tell me to...super fun, right?” she replied, a frown on her face, “How about you...go finish, you’re almost done, don’t waste your time on me.”
“Hey…” I don’t know why, but I put my hand on her shoulder, refusing to move, “I’ll...find more out about you later, know that.”
“Hah,” she turned away, “I appreciate the thought, but don’t count on it…”
“Sure, sure…” I mumbled, walking away, towards the last person, “So, who are you?”
“Oh! Well...I’m Naegi Makoto and wow! You’re turtleneck under your gakuran is even cuter when you’re up close!! I may have to try that sometime...either way do you know my talent?”
“Well,” I began, raising my voice, “Fashion boy right? So not a girl?”
“Eh, well, yeah! Exactly!” He replied, “But...why say it so loud, Togami-Kun?” I didn’t reply, waited, and soon Kuwata was next to me. “Eh...Kuwata-Kun…?”
“What do you mean you’re a boy?!” he exclaimed, “If you’re a boy why are you wearing a skirt? Seriously, this doesn’t make any sense!”
“Well, I-”
Before Naegi could finish an announcement went off, ringing through the hallways, “Eh...Mic Check, Mic Check...is this thing on?” The voice began, “Please report the the gymnasium shortly for a small introduction to the school!”
“What…” Ikusaba began, “In the world was that?”