Author's Note: Yes, we're really doing this, lol This is my fiftieth story on the site, so I decided to celebrate with this and another story that's not Danganronpa-related,so you don't have to worry about that. Basically I never thought I would make it this far and decided to celebrate, and what better way than this, a homage to some of my favourite Danganronpa stories on here?

First of all, please do not be put off by the 'parody' in the description. I meant that not in a cracky way, but because I am subverting a lot of tropes seen in these sorts of harem stories-clearly, haven't you seen who I picked to be the MC? So please don't see that and think it's going to be really OOC or cracky or whatever, I assure you it is not.

This is going to be a retelling of DR1 from our favourite little programmer's point of view, with a lemon-harem twist added in! You know thew drill by now, different deaths, different murderers...although I still plan on filling this story with surprises. I'm not sure yet if every girl will have just one fetish; I was thinking of making them have multiple fetishes. And every girl will be included in the harem. If they are in DR1, then they are fair game for Chihiro. And perhaps some of the other male classmates can get in on the fun as well...warnings will be added to the start of each chapter if there are any sex scenes or fetishes in that chapter. Not every chapter will have a sex scene but I plan on making at least a majority of them have sex scenes.

Now the good news is that I've already gotten all of Chapter 1; To Survive written out already. I have Chapter 2; Boys' Life of Despair and Chapter 3; Go Forth! Galactic Hero! planned out BUT not written, and I have no ideas for the three remaining chapters as of yet. But we can deal with that when we get to that.

Obviously this will be on-going for the time being, and thus don't be afraid to request any fetishes or DR1 girls you'd like to see in this!

This chapter is kinda long because I wanted to fit Prologue and the first day of Chapter 1; To Survive in there, but there are two sex scenes in here so don't worry! I'm sure my super long author's note isn't making things better though...

Before I go, I would just like to give a quick shoutout to the fanfics Ultimate Life with Ultimate Girls, The Luckster and His Luck, The Ultimate Assassin, The World is Mine Kokichi Oma, Shuichi's Excellent Adventure, Hajime's Excellent Adventure, Chihiro's Mind, and I Am a Menace because they inspired me to do this story in the first place! If you are the author of one of these and you somehow stumbled upon this fic, then give yourself a huge pat on the back. Without your amazing work of art, I never would've gotten the inspiration to bring you guys this here today! And if you somehow have never read or even heard of these fanfics, then go give them a read right now! All of them are excellent pieces of fiction and deserve to be read by as many people in this fandom as possible.

Now, without further ado, let us dive into the girly programmer's lemony adventures at Hope's Peak...

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Chapter 1: The Adventure Begins

Warnings: Food-play(eating food off of people), cunnilingus

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Hope's Peak Academy. The school had become a household name, and rightfully so. Everybody who was scouted by them and graduated was guaranteed success in their career. Of course, only the very best of the very best could ever even hope of getting a chance of an application.

And one of those people just happened to me. Just my luck, hm?

I suppose it could be worse. Being stuck for the remainder of my highschool life in some stiff, conservative Catholic school? The school's only saving grace were some of the pretty girls, not like I could ever get a chance with them.

But maybe, after I gradate from Hope's Peak, things would change for me. A really long time ago, one of the students had this extremely rare disease that renders you almost entirely immobile. She spoke completely through an electronic voice program and rode in a wheelchair. Now, she is one of the best therapists in existence. She is one of my idols. I bet people called her all sorts of insulting nicknames and bullied her until she became a Hope's Peak graduate.

If things could change for her, then surely things could change for me too, the Ultimate Programmer. Or, so says my title. But maybe it's too early to refer to myself as such? After all, I had only gotten the title a few days ago; perhaps I wasn't allowed to refer to myself as such until the school's opening ceremony.

I kept a tight grip on my bag's straps, a backpack which was dark blue and had a portrait of a Transformer on it. It was pretty geeky, I had to admit, but Papa bought it for me as a going-away gift and how could I just refuse that? Besides, it was really large and fit all of my other going-away gifts in it, which was a bonus.

I then started to walk through the gate of the school, trying to keep my head up. Think positive thoughts. You could do this. New year, new me, as the saying went. I could totally re-invent myself here. Nobody knew anything about my past. I could be whoever I wanted to be, do whatever I wanted to do. Nobody would stop me.

I took more steps into the school, taking a deep breath as I entered and found myself in a very sunny, yet beige-coloured entrance hall. White columns served as decoration, and a large whiteboard was to my side, all marked up. Someone else was already there, staring at the board intently. I walked over to them, smiling nervously.

"H-Hello," I greeted, trying to be polite. The stranger, a girl with lavender hair, turned to look at me, giving me a brief nod of recognition. My eyes widened slightly and I took a few steps back, nearly falling over. I recognized her! She was Kyoko Kirigiri, the famed daughter of the Headmaster! And she was staring me down! I swallowed nervously, feeling my face heat up.

"Are you here for the student orientation?" Kyoko asked instead, still staring me down. I nodded numbly. "I figured. You have that look to you. Are you feeling nervous about your first day? Don't worry. Everyone does," Her voice sounded dull, though she still rushed through her words. Instead of the uniform I was expecting her to wear, she was instead dressed in a light blue kimono with long, swinging sleeves all patterned with white snowflakes. Her hair was up in a tight bun tied with a blue bow, and even her lips were painted an icy silver. She truly was an ice queen, and the outfit went with her monochrome colourings perfectly.

"D-Do you know where the orientation is?" I asked shyly, looking down. My face still felt hot. Not only was Kyoko intimidating and icy as heck, but she was also very beautiful. She was like a girl in one of my favourite video games come to life. A pair of tight short-shorts and bigger breasts and it really would be a dream come true.

"Of course." Kyoko nodded, finally turning her attention back to the whiteboard. As I had gotten closer to it, I realized it had a map and a class schedule, as well as promotional photos of several celebrities; a few I recognized, most I did not.

There was even one of me up there, a photo of me wearing a tight black cocktail dress with matching gloves and a veil, smiling as I held up a bright red laptop with an unlocked lock flashing on the screen. It was a promotional poster I had to pose for at the request of one of the companies I worked for. They wanted to make me look less innocent and bring out my 'sexier side', which I had no say in...if I wanted to keep working for them. I never really found out what I was promoting...the company, I supposed.

"M-May I take a picture of you?" I asked shyly, slowing pulling out my PDA from my backpack. It was a light blue colour and the wallpaper was of a generic anime girl, bending over and smiling. I secured the stylus in its holder and swiped through the apps, brightening when Kyoko gave a small nod. "S-Smile!" I smiled nervously myself, holding the PDA up in front of my face and tilting it slightly, trying to find the perfect shot.

She did not smile, but instead gave me a stern look, one that radiated both beauty and strength. The sunlight in the window behind her made her look like an angel. I blushed as I snapped the picture, smiling to myself as I turned the PDA off and slid it back into my backpack.

"It seems you're the first one here. Class 78, right?" Kyoko suddenly spoke up, making me jump. I nodded shyly.

"Uh-huh..."

"You should go to the cafeteria. They're serving breakfast to all of the early people," Kyoko continued staring at the cluttered whiteboard. I nodded again.

"C-Can you lead me there?" I asked nervously, looking down at the ground. I tightly grabbed the straps of my backpack. "T-This school is so big...I'm afraid of getting lost...!"

"Alright. I wasn't doing anything else," She nodded, running a hand through her silky hair and walking off. "Follow me," She commanded, and I suddenly snapped to attention and slowly followed after her, not wanting to lose sight of her.

However, my limbs suddenly felt heavy, and all of the sounds around me became muffled, as if I were underwater. My vision spun and I swayed, feeling incredibly dizzy. Oh no. Was I having a panic attack?! My heartbeat pounded in my ears loudly. I tried to focus on Kyoko, but she was no longer there.

I lost my balance and slipped, falling and hitting my head right on the porcelain floor. Everything went silent, and then everything went black.

Just my luck.

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I came to, waking up in a very dimly-lit room, though I briefly wondered if any lights were on from how dark it was. The only light that was on in the room came from the softly-lit screens of some computers put into screensaver mode. A low humming was present in the room; likely from some kind of technology. I slowly lifted my head up more, rubbing my eyes as I glanced around from my current position. "Hm?" I looked down and blushed heavily when I noticed a small puddle of drool had formed underneath where my mouth was originally, and I quickly wiped my mouth off with my sleeve.

It was so unflattering. I really hoped nobody saw that.

I gently pushed back the chair I was standing in, wobbling slightly as I still felt woozy. I then came to the realization I no longer had my backpack, as I reached my hands up to my shoulders to readjust the straps, only to come up empty. I gasped slightly in surprise and started muttering to myself, looking around the room for it. My first thought was if someone else had stolen it while I had passed out, but I quickly dismissed that thought from my head. Why would anyone want to steal a blue Transformers backpack? Especially at a really elite school? That thought was genuinely beyond me, though it might've been someone's idea of a prank.

As I looked around for my bag, my eyesight started to get adjusted to the darkness and I noticed I was in some sort of sickly-green computer lab, or AV room. The desks resembled long silver tables with glass windows placed on top, allowing the user to look down at their computer screen. In the front of the room was a large projection screen, with the projector firmly above my head, dangling from the ceiling.

The room was a bit old-fashioned, as a lot of schools recently had gotten modernized and instead of using class-wide computer labs, they had started distributing laptops to each and every individual student. Really nice ones too. I was slightly jealous; my old school didn't even have a computer lab. Apparently using the Internet so frequently was 'a sin' or something. Never stopped me though. I assumed I was still inside Hope's Peak Academy, and I remembered reading in the brochure that the school used a very modern approach to teaching using more traditional methods. So, it made sense for them to still have a computer lab like this.

I finally sighed as I rubbed my eyes again. Like it or not, that bag seemed to have been gone for good. It didn't have much sentimental value, but Papa had gotten it for me and I hadn't gotten a chance to read a lot of my classmates' farewell notes before Mama shoved me onto the city bus bound for the school. It only meant something to me, but that didn't mean it wasn't stolen.

Or, perhaps, I had just dropped it when I passed out and lost it somewhere. With my luck, it seemed to be the most likely option. If that was the case, I would just have to make do.

I suddenly shivered, having the sensation of being watched very intently by someone. I slowly spun around and noticed-of-all-things-a small stuffed bear that was half white and half black, sitting on top of one of the desks, staring at me closely. I shivered again, nervously pulling down my skirt and adjusting it. Something about the bear's stare made me feel uncomfortable, paranoid...

Full of despair.

The bear itself made no further movements towards me, and I did the same, hoping my own stare matched its in intensity. The bear reminded me of a stuffed animal, like a teddy bear I had when I was younger. I was suddenly filled with the overwhelming urge to hug it, and before I could fully compose myself, I had jumped up and launched myself at the bear, exclaiming about how cute it was.

"Don't touch me!" He sidestepped my hug-tackle with ease, leaving me to land on the desk and slide on it with my stomach, hitting my head on the wall. I winced in pain.

"Ouch..." I moaned, holding the wound and pulling myself up against the wall, my skirt riding up. The woozy feeling had returned and I didn't have the energy to readjust my clothes again.

"Even though I will admit, I am very cute! Bear-y cute!" The bear carried on, in a slightly obnoxious-sounding voice.

"Y-You can talk?!" I asked in surprise, my eyes widening. "Are you mechanical? Are you a robot? Who made you?" I bombarded it with questions, feeling the pain start to lessen.

"So full of questions, aren't ya?" He-it must've been male, judging by that voice-raised up a black paw at me, silencing me. "I am here to make a deal with you. Offer you a little bit of excitement,"

"Huh...?"

"You have two options. The first is to live out the life of a normal yet boring dating simulator side character. Your friends will all die, including you, and the main character will have to figure out who did it. You will be reduced into a secondary role, as an object purely for the main character to chase. Even the big, shocking, surprise, revealing twist will ultimately mean squat to your character! Even though the surprise was about you!" The bear chuckled. I felt my eyes suddenly well up with tears.

That sounded...terrible. And it sounded like in that universe, I had no say in anything. While the idea of being a skirt to chase for a harem protagonist was tempting, ultimately, my contributions would mean nothing. Just like in my real life...

"However! The second option is this. In this version of the universe, murders will still happen. Or not...it all depends on your decisions. The only thing that changes in this universe is the fact that you will become very alluring and attractive to women. Quite suddenly, in fact. All of the guys will want to be your best friend and trust you, unless they suspect your womanizing side. Then, they will all get super pissed-off at you and try to kill you! Oh yeah, and the girls will do anything you say. Why, I'm getting all hot and bothered right now just by thinking about it!" As if to prove his point, he had an aroused expression on his face, hugging himself in excitement. I stared at him in disgust, wiping away the tears that had formed with my sleeve.

That second option...didn't sound that bad, actually, but it seemed to have been made for someone else. Someone more confident, cooler, and more attractive than me. Like the main character of a mystery visual novel. Still...the idea that I could prevent someone's murder was awfully tempting. I would finally be useful and do something that didn't involve computers for once. And maybe having control of the girls like that would work out in my favour. And since I looked the way I did, perhaps the guys wouldn't suspect anything at all.

After all, if you saw a man with a bunch of girls, you would automatically think he was a womanizer, right? But if you just saw a girl with a bunch of girls...you'd think they were all just best friends.

"Would I...still die if I picked the second option?" I asked slowly, finally finding my voice. For some reason, my throat had suddenly become dry, as if I hadn't drunken anything for several hours.

"Maybe...if you pissed off the wrong person! But if not, then nope! After all, why kill off the hero of a harem unless you want pissed-off fanboys?!"

That settled it. I would work with this option to my advantage, find out what happened to me, and prevent anybody from dying. It was perfect. I nodded.

"I pick the second option then,"

"Great choice! Just remember, don't let all of that power go to your head..." He threw a pink glittery dust directly at my face, making me cough really hard. He then vanished, leaving me coughing on the computer desk. I grabbed my chest and finally calmed myself down, glancing at the large clock on the wall in the room.

"It's almost time for the student orientation! I don't want to be late!" I gasped to myself, scooting off the desk. I remembered it started at eight in the morning, and it was nearly that time, only ten minutes left. As I started to run, I noticed a small brochure sitting out on one of the desks near the door, and in curiosity, I picked it up.

"H-Hey..." I frowned as I read the familiar handwriting. "This is my brochure...t-this is my student application!" I started to skim through it, finding all of my answers still filled in. The last page was a complete profile of myself, including my portrait from when I attended St. Elbandia Academy. I winced slightly; I had mismatched barrettes in my hair and braces; which I showed off with my nervous grin. Yuck. What was I thinking at fourteen?

The next few pages were a brochure of the actual school, which had been crudely-drawn on using crayons and sloppy handwriting. It looked like a child's doing. The blue text warned me to make the student orientation on time, so with a nervous swallow, I slipped the brochure and all of the other papers into my skirt pocket, wondering if the school secretary misplaced them somehow. And I'd better give them to her if I run into her. It wouldn't do any good to not be registered here, after all!

I then hurried out of the computer lab, folding my hands in front of my chest as I walked down the dark purple hallway. The colours and dim lighting did nothing to calm my nerves; in fact, they only served to make them worse. I then remembered I had no idea the layout of the school, but figured the ceremony would be held in the gym, or the auditorium, or even the entrance hall. Even a school as famously eccentric as Hope's Peak would honour that tradition, right? And hopefully, they would have signs pointing me in the right direction.

A large red sign posted at the end of the hallway proudly boasted an arrow pointing to the entrance hall, though it was also scrawled on by a yellow crayon. I slowly made my way down the hallway the sign pointed to; the lights had changed into a blood-red and I shivered in horror. It was like a scene from one of those zombie apocalypse video games I played a lot; you think you're fine, walking down a hallway, and then all of a sudden, a legion of the undead swarm you and leave you defenseless.

"Oh no..." I gasped, gagging in fright.

When I reached the entrance hall after what felt like an eternity, I noticed there were already several students there, all chatting happily amongst themselves. My more shy self took over as I blushed and looked down at the floor awkwardly, hoping none of them would notice me. There were only five other students in the room, but it was more than enough to trigger my 'flight' response.

"Hi there! I'm Sayaka Maizono!" A chipper voice greeted me, making me wince.

There went that whole 'don't get noticed' idea.

"H-Hello...I'm Chihiro Fujisaki..." I greeted shyly, still looking down at the ground.

I had heard of Sayaka, of course-who hadn't? She was one of the most famous pop idols of our generation. There wasn't a girl at my old school who wasn't singing her songs or wearing her hair styles, and there wasn't a boy at my old school who weren't secretly exchanging magazines of her in risque or sexual outfits. I would be lying if I said I didn't 'enjoy' myself to a few of those magazines, in the privacy of my own room of course.

And now she was one of my classmates! How embarrassing.

"Nice to meet you! I hope we can be great friends!" She continued in her usual perky tone that she used in interviews. She then walked off to go greet more people, leaving me alone again. I sighed, folding my hands in front of me in a demure way.

"We must introduce ourselves now! So let us do that! My name is Kiyotaka Ishimaru! Will you join me on our educational crusade?" A loud voice asked me, making me nearly fold into myself.

"U-Uh...uh-huh..." I answered shyly, nodding slowly. "I-I am Chihiro Fujisaki," I bowed politely to him, trying to hide how much I was trembling from being startled.

"A fine name! It is a very beautiful and fitting name for a girl such as yourself!" Kiyotaka continued to carry on, making me blush heavily.

"T-Thank you...Mama thought so too," I replied, only to look up and notice he hadn't even heard me; he had started introducing himself to Sayaka, who blushed and laughed.

Kiyotaka Ishimaru...he was the grandson of the previous Prime Minister, if I was not mistaken. I wasn't much for politics, but Papa followed them regularly due to his job in security and I saw him watching the news on it one night. It seemed as though most adults knew of the old Prime Minister's corruption scandal and his fall from grace that had resulted from it. I was curious as to how Kiyotaka himself dealt with the scandal. It must not have been easy on him.

"Guess I gotta do this introduction junk too. Yo, I'm Junko Enoshima, pleasure to meet you, yadayadayada," A blonde girl with large pigtails walked over to me, waving her finely-manicured hand dismissively.

"Nice to meet you! I'm C-Chihiro Fujisaki," I greeted, feeling intimidated by her fashionable aura.

"Cool. Maybe we could swap clothes or something. You got a real cute figure. Super slim and pretty. Like a little doll, ya know? I'm jealous." She flashed me one of her signature grins.

Junko Enoshima, the blonde who graced almost every single fashion magazine cover. Much like Sayaka, the girls at my old school were obsessed with her, all copying her styles and taking her advice on how to find boyfriends. The boys idolized her too, admiring how gorgeous she was in her swimwear and lingerie photo shoots. I had also indulged, a bit more openly than with Sayaka because of my secret; I needed to figure out how to pass as a girl better and what better way than with fashion? I found her to be not only stunning, but hot. Just as hot as Sayaka, in fact.

However, there was one major difference between the Junko in the fashion magazines and the Junko standing in front of me right now...

Her boobs were very small.

"Huh? What are you, like, starin' at? My chest?" Junko crossed her arms in front of it, making me blush. "You jealous? I mean, I thought mine were small, until I saw yours!" She laughed. "Kidding, kidding! That stuff was photoshopped. A lot of that stuff was. I mean, you didn't honestly think a chick could get boobs that big, right?"

I nodded, feeling embarrassed. Still, an actual supermodel would be one of my classmates. Maybe she could give me pointers on appearing more feminine.

Junko then walked off, leaving me alone again. There were only two other people left in the room, and neither one seemed like they wanted to approach me.

"I-I think we have to introduce ourselves," I spoke up shyly to the person closest to me, a girl with flowing lavender hair. I blinked; she seemed familiar, somehow. As if I had seen her before.

Oh, right! She was like a character in one of my games! Except she had small boobs and no short-shorts. But other than that, a perfect match.

I blinked, but the girl made no moves to introduce herself. She didn't even look at me, instead continued staring off into space.

"U-Uh...excuse me...?" I gently tapped her, making her glance at me.

"Kyoko Kirigiri. That is my name," She said simply, going back to staring at nothing.

"Y-Your name is pretty!" I complimented, hoping it would melt her exterior a bit. "I'm Chihiro Fujisaki. It's nice to meet you," Another bow.

Kyoko made no indication she had even heard me, and I laughed nervously as I walked away from her. She was a beauty, that was for sure, but also very mysterious and cold. I couldn't remember anything about her from the news or on Internet forums. It boggled my mind, but perhaps she was just a really private person.

The last person in the room was easily the tallest and most intimidating one in the room by far; I started trembling in fear just by looking at him. He was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed, looking away from everyone. A large, finely-decorated leather jacket shrouded most of his figure from view, but I could tell he was very well-built and muscular. The perfect body...the body that I wanted...

I couldn't recall him introducing himself to any of the others earlier, so I swallowed my nerves and walked over to him, looking down at the ground. I couldn't stop shaking.

"H-H-Hello...it's n-nice to m-m-meet you...I-I'm Chihiro F-F-Fujisaki," I bowed, the words as slippery as soap in my mouth. "What i-is your name?"

The man finally seemed to register my presence, staring me down. I shook even more; my legs felt as though they would snap in half.

"Why are you so nervous? I ain't gonna do anything to you. Ugh, this always happens!" He grumbled that last part to himself.

"H-Huh...?"

"Nothin'. Look, we gotta introduce ourselves, yeah? I'm Mondo Oowada. There, now we know each other," He looked away from me, and I had a feeling that meant the conversation was over. I silently walked back to my original position, feeling tears form in my eyes. There was nobody left to talk to at the moment.

I occupied myself with looking around the room, noticing a whiteboard cluttered with calendars and photos in one corner. I couldn't tell what the pictures said; I could just tell someone had written on a bunch of them using a red crayon. The rest of the room took on a very militaristic feel; the door in front of me resembled one in a fallout shelter and was bolted shut. Even the floor and walls looked to be made of steel, and video games and machine guns were positioned above our heads. I shivered slightly.

The cameras, I understood, were just for security reasons, but why would they need a gun that huge in a school like this? I clasped my hands together, silently hoping there would never come a day when that gun had to be used on anyone here.

Six more people arrived and we started the introductions over again; then several more arrived. After the twelfth introduction, I was starting to feel exhausted. How many more did we have to meet? These introductions couldn't be done quickly enough.

One of the guys, a loud guy with red-orange hair named Leon, instantly started to hit on me after our introduction, seemingly unaware of my rushed responses. The only reason I didn't flat-out leave was because much like I was his 'ideal girl', he was one of my ideal guys; a sporty, flirty, over-confident guy whom everyone wanted to hang out with. Perhaps we could be friends, along with Mondo. Out of all of the guys I had met so far, they seemed to be the most interesting to me, not to mention super cool. I often portrayed myself as that while online, and I longed to turn myself into that type. Maybe Leon could help me! I could only hope.

I then recalled the curse that bear from earlier put on me and I quickly hung my head after Leon left me alone. Sure, I could hang out with Leon and Mondo for now, but what about when the girls started to hang out with me? I was already starting to see signs of this; my other female classmates all seemed to make a bee-line to introduce themselves to me once they noticed me. Leon and Mondo would promptly become suspicious and might even kill me. Mondo especially seemed like the sort of guy who blew up at the slightest thing. Only a fool would dare to cross him.

And I, Chihiro Fujisaki, was no fool. Mama didn't raise me to be, after all. And that was how I knew that the power the bear gave me was a curse in actuality. If I had more time, I'd figure out some loopholes in it.

"Hey, is that the last student?" Hifumi asked curiously, and I glanced over at the doorway to see a very unassuming young man standing there with spiky brown hair.

"He's late," Kiyotaka announced.

"Oh dear. That dreadful fashion sense," Celestia tittered.

"Ooooh, what do you think his talent is?" Sayaka gushed eagerly.

"Oh my, he's a hunk!" Junko added. The boy stepped back nervously, obviously feeling intimated by all of us staring him down.

"H-Hi everyone, I'm Makoto Naegi. N-Nice to meet you all," He introduced himself awkwardly, waving.

I felt something click inside me then. Something familiar, the same feeling I got when I introduced myself to Kyoko earlier. I had seen Makoto before, I just knew it. The woozy feeling started to return as Makoto made his way over to me and introduced himself personally; I did the same.

"Have we met before?" I asked after we told each other our names. Makoto got a confused expression on his face, shrugging.

"No, this is the first time we met. Hence why I greeted you!" He replied, smiling. I faltered, blushing.

"O-Oh...I-I'm sorry..you just looked familiar..." But I hadn't been mistaken. I knew him from somewhere. But where? That was the question that was bothering me.

"Hey, you don't have to apologize! It was just an honest mistake," Makoto reassured me, then suddenly took my hands, making me blush even more. His hands were warm, and his eyes were a dark shade of green.

"You're...really cute! You remind me of a small bunny, and that's adorable. Once we figure out the situation, would you like to get some soda with me at the cafeteria?" He asked nicely, and I nodded, feeling numb. He finally let go of my hands. "Great. See you there!" He then ran off to greet more people.

D-Did I just agree to a date?! With a boy, nonetheless?!

What was this school doing to me?!

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After Makoto finished introducing himself to everyone, the general uneasiness and building panic had returned to the room as everyone started to remember where they currently were. Everyone started to debate with each other, discussing what happened before they arrived to the entrance hall and soon noticed all of the similarities.

Everyone had recalled entering the school before suddenly feeling ill and fainting. Everyone remembered waking up in a dark classroom that was strangely fixed to their talent, aside from Makoto and Kyoko, who woke up in a debate class and government, respectively. And everyone recalled seeing a crude brochure that told them to go to the entrance hall for the orientation, along with a copy of their application.

But nobody had been able to figure out what all of that meant, or what relevance it had.

I myself was worried about what happened to my PDA; what if someone came across the 'naughty' pictures I had saved on it?! Wait. Pictures. Huh? I glanced at Kyoko briefly, wondering if I had taken a picture of her at some point. She seemed like she'd be fun to shoot pictures of.

"This whiteboard..." Kyoko mumbled to herself, walking over to it. She first looked at the calendars; the last part of the year '20' had been marked out. She then shifted her focus to the pictures that were hung up next to the calendars; they were...of us! Doing our talents!

Except someone had written all over them in crayons, slandering us.

"'She's not a good singer, she'd be better at sucking dicks'? What?" Sayaka cried in disbelief, ripping her own picture off the board. Celestia barely contained her tittering.

"'More muscle than brain power'?" Aoi looked ready to cry.

"Mine just asks why I'm even here," Makoto stated, flipping his own picture over in confusion.

Even I was not immune; mine had read 'acts like she needs some major D in her life!' I winced.

"Is this someone's idea of a fucking joke? 'Cuz it's not very funny!" Mondo demanded, looking around at everyone. Despite some of them being amused by the idea, it was clear from their eyes that they were innocent and just as confused as everyone else. A loud school bell scared us out of our wits, and then we got startled by the sound of radio interference coming on over the intercom. The speaker system then loudly crackled to life, startling almost everyone. The first few words were muffled by static, making the announcer have to clear their throat several times.

"Attention everyone! This is a test of the school's broadcast system! Am I on? Can everyone hear me? Good! Please make your way to the school gymnasium as soon as you are physically able! We have an entrance ceremony to get to!" That damn bear's voice filled my ears, making me wince and glare down at the floor. What could he possibly want with us now?

"Great, I was hoping I could take a nap after all of this. This is really cuttin' into that," Leon grumbled, running a head through his hair.

"Come along, we mustn't dally," Celestia gave me a sweet smile as she walked past, making me blush and rush after those two, calling after them.

Aoi pulled open the doors to the gym for us, and I walked inside slowly, looking around and taking in the wide expanse of area. Scarlet and gold banners and streamers hung from the ceiling, which did resemble a regular opening ceremony-but appearances could be deceiving.

After all, I was living proof of that.

I stood near the stage, trembling slightly. I looked behind me and noticed Celestia standing near the back of the room, her hands folded nice and polite in front of her. She caught my eye and gave me another sweet smile.

The rest of our classmates soon filled the room, and Sayaka stood in front of me. I walked back a few steps in order to see the podium better.

"Hello, boys and girls! Welcome to another exciting year at Hope's Peak Academy!" That bear jumped up on top of the podium, striking a pose.

"A teddy bear...?" I asked, trying to get his attention. He shot me a look instead.

"Teddy bear? Excuse you, miss, but I am not a teddy bear! Nor am I stuffed animal! No miss, I am Monokuma! A sophisticated piece of machinery!" He explained. So his name was Monokuma. Made sense. At the very least, it seemed I had offended him.

Good.

He went on to introduce himself as the Headmaster, giving a speech about how we were all the elite of society, how we were the hope of a new generation, and how we all went to Hope's Peak Academy to not only strengthen our talents, but to discover ourselves as well. He then announced...

That we...would have to...live...in this school...forever...

My legs suddenly felt woozy and I felt dizzy. I felt like spirals were spinning around in my eyes, like when cartoon characters get dizzy really quickly. Everyone else reacted with cries of shock, disgust, or outrage, which Monokuma chuckled at.

"Why is everyone so upset? I thought this would be good news! You are all safe in here, away from that horribly icky, ugly and judgemental world!" He cheered in a mocking tone.

Mondo had decided he had had enough, and said as much, mumbling something as well about a 'man's promise' as he quite literally lunged at Monokuma, pulling him off the podium and squeezing him really tightly.

"Not so tough now, are ya?!"

I noticed Monokuma's normally-red eye flash orange for a brief second, and I took a step closer. "Mondo-san, wait-!" I cried, trying to warn him.

"It's a bomb, it's going to explode. Throw it, Mondo-san. Throw it now," Kyoko warned. Despite her tone being level, it was easy to pick out the urgency behind her words, especially when a steady and loud ticking became beeping from the bear.

Mondo finally registered the sound and the panicked looks on our faces and threw the bear in the air, dashing off just as it blew up with an ear-shattering noise, one that made my ears ring. Broken parts rained down on us, and I rushed over to Sayaka, hugging her tightly out of fear. She gave me a reassuring smile, holding me closer to her. Black smoke that reeked of air choked the air, and that dizzy feeling had only increased.

Explosions in real life were a whole lot different from explosions in video games.

Once everything had calmed down somewhat, I blushed heavily, realizing I was still holding onto Sayaka. I quickly let go of her and took a few steps back away from her. Soon, Monokuma-a spare, he had assured us-stood up at the podium once more, dropping another, much more nasty, bomb onto us.

"If you want to leave this school, you must kill someone!"

The room was stunned into silence. We all glanced around at each other, and I felt my tears starting to finally run down my cheeks. For once, I didn't care who saw me as I just let my tears fall, choking back my quiet sobs. I heard a few other people crying as well, though I didn't dare look up to see who it was.

"What is with all of the doom and gloom? You had been such good boys and girls that I decided to come bearing presents! Presents, for each and every one of you!" Monokuma broke the silence, slicing through it like a knife. I winced suddenly at how loud his voice seemed to have gotten.

"Presents? What kinds of presents?" Celestia asked immediately, perking right up once she heard that word.

"These!" Monokuma pulled out fifteen sleek tablets from...somewhere, holding them up. "These are your E-Handbooks. They are an important part of your life now, so keep an eye on them! When it boots up for the first time, it will display your name. Your real name, mind you, so don't think you can try cheating the system!" He had meant it as a joke, and there were a few nervous chuckles. He then tossed the tablets into the crowd; everyone caught one.

They were sleek, shiny, silver, and quite small, though it still felt slightly heavy in my hands. I felt myself starting to drool as I imagined all of the bytes and codes that likely went into making this this. My fingers itched and I suddenly longed to take a screwdriver to the tablet, pulling it apart and caressing its wires and boards, putting it all back together once I learned what had made it tick.

Yum, technology.

I turned mine on, watching as it turned on slowly and flashed me my full name before kicking me to the main screen; a logo of Hope's Peak. I scrolled around for a second before coming across my profile, which featured an awkwardly smiling photo of myself, alongside my name, age, talent, birthday, and my gender, much to my embarrassment. I folded into myself and held the E-Handbook closer to my chest, praying nobody had seen the giant blue symbol that seemed to practically scream that I was a boy. I blushed even harder when I scrolled down a bit and found my accurate measurements for my height, weight, and chest. Who took these?! And why?! For what purpose?! I felt skived-out.

I swiped to the next page, which had all of my classmates listed by numerical order according to their student I.D. numbers; tapping on their name brought up their own profile which had the same layout as mine. Everyone had their own measurements taken as well, which made me blush as I braved a glance at Sayaka. Were her breasts really that large?! Even through her tight blouse, they seemed to bounce. Would I ever get a chance to touch them?

I shook my head to clear myself of that thought and swiped the screen again, finding a school map on the third page, which made me give a sigh of relief. At least now it would be harder for me to get lost in the school.

The fourth page was a rundown of all of the school rules, which were pretty straight-forward. I took my time and carefully read through this, finding all of them...aside from the 'graduation requirement' to be like any other rules you'd expect to see in a school like this. I shuddered.

The last page looked similar to the second page, except it only had the girls' profiles that were all greyed-out. The top of the page read: "# of Girls Conquered". My face was burning hotly as I finally shut off my E-Handbook and slid it into the pocket of my skirt.

Monokuma had left us as we looked through our E-Handbooks, and the room started to buzz nervously with conversation; everyone was lost and confused and needed some kind of direction, myself included. A few people were more openly agitated by the current situation and had begun arguing with each other, prompting Makoto to try and step in.

"Guys, come on, we shouldn't lose our heads over this. We should investigate the school. There must be some answers hidden somewhere," Makoto suggested, holding up his hands. "We all came straight to the entrance hall after we woke up, then here to the gym. There might be more staff somewhere around here, we just didn't see them!"

Kyoko nodded in agreement. "Yes, Makoto-san is right. Let us all split up into groups and investigate the school,"

"Groups? No thank you. I would much rather conduct this investigation on my own," Byakuya spoke up in a huff, scoffing.

"I agree. I do not want others impending on my delicate progress," Celestia nodded, shooting an icy glare in Hifumi's direction.

"O-Okay! Then how about, partners?" Makoto suggested, and everyone nodded, myself included. I then looked around for a suitable partner, secretly hoping to get either Leon or Mondo.

"Hi! Want to look around with me?" Sayaka asked cheerfully, grabbing my arm. She pressed herself into my body, and I blushed heavily when I felt her large breasts rub against my arm. She smelled really good, like cherry blossoms.

"S-Sure..." I nodded shyly, and she smiled and held my arm tighter, walking out of the room, that bear's statement starting to ring around in my head again.

Sooner or later, I would have to test it out to see if he was actually telling the truth, and now seemed like the perfect time to do so since we were currently all alone. But, what could I even ask her to do? It was fully possible the bear was just lying; he seemed to be the type and I hadn't changed at all, not one bit.

But still, I needed to make sure. For research purposes. What could I ask Sayaka to do though? I didn't want to do something really minor and get a bad result, but I also didn't have the confidence to ask for something really outrageous.

Eventually, I sighed. "H-How about we go investigate the...kitchen?" I stammered nervously. The blue-haired idol gave a nod of approval, spinning around and heading towards the kitchen.

"Good idea! We can't investigate on an empty stomach! Want me to make breakfast for us?"

Breakfast...my stomach was starting to feel painfully empty, even though I had just eaten before going to school. It was one of my most favourite things to eat; waffles topped with whipped cream, chocolate syrup, powdered sugar, and strawberries...Mama always made it for me ever since I was little and this morning was no exception. But...it really did feel like I hadn't eaten in forever. Maybe it was the nerves? I still felt really thirsty from earlier too, not having found a water fountain anywhere.

"U-Uh...yeah...make me some breakfast..." I responded nervously.

She gave a large smile and headed over to the large fridge in the room, opening it. "Oh, it's still full of food! Lucky us!~ What do you want for breakfast?~"

"Waffles...with chocolate syrup, strawberries, powdered sugar, and whipped cream on top," I recited, and she nodded again and bent down, rummaging through the fridge.

Since she was behind me, I got a full view of her butt as her school skirt rode up and revealed very lacy and pink panties with polka-dots on them. I blushed heavily, trying to look away from the sight but finding my mind wasn't letting me. I was stuck there, frozen, staring at her pink-covered backside. My whole face lit up in embarrassment, though I had no idea if I was embarrassed for myself or for her. She stood back up after a few minutes, her arms full of ingredients and she placed them on the counter, her panties no longer visible.

I hated to admit it, but I enjoyed that earlier sight. I was still a man, after all, and if I was allowed to be myself, I knew I likely would've ended up as a pervert. Another part of me agreed as well, and I blushed even more and rubbed my ankles together. I prayed Sayaka wouldn't be able to notice.

Sayaka hummed as she started to mix the batter for waffles. I watched her for a bit, recognizing the song she was humming as one of her own songs from being an idol. Suddenly, my mouth moved, almost of its own accord, and I found myself asking:

"Sayaka-chan...forget the waffles. I-I want...to eat the toppings off your body...!"

Oh no! Major facepalm! Did I really just say that out-loud?! To Sayaka Maizono, of all people?! There went any tiny shred of dignity that I had left. She would slap me, blacklist me, tell everyone else in school, and then they would see me as a freak and a pervert and never want to-

"Okay!" She smiled, and without missing a beat, started to take off her school uniform. I blushed heavily and looked away; thankfully, she didn't notice. She then laid herself down on an empty counter and shook up the can of whipped cream, pouring it out in small mountains on her body. Next came the fresh strawberries, then she drizzled the chocolate sauce on her body. Finally, she sprinkled bits of sugar on her body, then pulled her hair into a ponytail and held a strawberry in her mouth, winking and spreading herself out so I could see her better. "Does this look good to you?"

I nodded, numb, terrified of someone walking into the kitchen and catching us. I was smart, but even I wouldn't be able to come up with even the lamest excuse possible. I slowly walked over to Sayaka and stared at her, feeling my mouth water.

That certain other part of me perked up even more, making me gasp. I blushed in embarrassment, nearly looking away before I remembered Sayaka's eager and expectant face. She really wanted me to do this for her.

I leaned in closer and started to lick the syrup off Sayaka's belly, making her giggle. I moved my tongue upwards and continued licking, soon coming to her breasts.

They were so big! I would never admit it, but I vastly preferred busty girls, and Sayaka was not lacking in that department. I had often dreamed about getting a small peek of even her bra, and now here I was, licking strawberries and whipped cream off her nipples!

Just my...luck?

I continued licking her breasts, laying on top of Sayaka on the table. I lapped up one of the strawberries, making her moan as it turned into me sucking on her nipples. Since this was likely all a dream, likely drug-induced, I decided to embrace it, sucking on her nipples and running my finger along the outline of her plump, full breasts.

Sayaka definitely approved, if her happy moans were any indication. I briefly looked up at her, and she gave me a wink.

I sighed as I finished licking her breasts, blushing heavily. She gave me a questioning look, as if I wasn't finished, and my heart skipped a beat when I followed her eyes and realized a huge mound of whipped cream was left, right on her...special place.

"Uhhhhh..." I jumped off the table and walked to the end of it, my face heating up when she spread her legs out further for me to get a better look. I had never been that close to a girl's...thing before, and now...! My manhood sprung up even more, and I was suddenly thankful it wasn't very big; it wasn't visible through my skirt. Still, I adjusted it uncomfortably.

Now or never, I supposed. It was rude to not satisfy a girl to the fullest, or so I've heard.

I moved in closer and took a small bite out of the cream, making her giggle once again. I then glanced down and stuck my tongue in, making her gasp.

Girls liked that...right? Due to my appearance I wasn't able to read as much porn as I wished, so all I knew came from a lot of eavesdropping in school. I knew it felt good when a girl touched hers, so did it feel good to be licked? I sure hoped so.

I dug my tongue in further, moving it up and down slowly. I assumed Sayaka had approved, as she was moaning and trembling slightly. Was she a virgin? If those pictures of her were anything to go by, I would say no. The whipped cream was almost all gone now, but I didn't care very much about that as I placed my hands on Sayaka's thighs, licking her even faster.

After I continued to lick her for a while, she let out a louder gasp and went still. A sweet-tasting fluid suddenly filled my mouth, making me pull away in confusion.

"Ohhh...I cummed..." She said weakly, smiling at me. "Does it taste good?"

Girls cummed too...? I swallowed it and nodded.

"It's very sweet," I informed her, quickly finishing up the remainder of the whipped cream and sighing.

I felt like I had just done...something very bad. And I had nobody to confess it to! I hung my head in shame.

Sayaka got off the table, her body glistening and shining from my saliva. It made her look...strangely beautiful. Her breasts bounced a few times as she found her clothes on the ground. She redressed herself, smiling at me the whole entire time.

"Are you full? Do you...want something to drink? Like milk?" She started to pull her top off again, making me blush and wave my hands at her frantically.

"It tasted good..." My whole face was a bright red. Sayaka smiled. "A-And...one more thing..."

"Hm?"

"C-Could you please...refer to me as 'Master' from now on?" It was always some very bizarre dream of mine to have a girl call me by that title. If an A.I that I made was complex enough to speak, I always made them call me that.

That was a very inoffensive command...right?

She nodded. "Alright, Master! Shall we go find the others? Or continue with our investigation?"

Oh no, that's what we were supposed to be doing! I somehow managed to distract myself from something super important! I was useless in the long run, after all. It seemed I was doomed to constantly get distracted.

"C-Clean up this mess, then we can continue investigating," I directed, and she nodded and eagerly started to pick everything up. "A-And never, ever breathe a word of this to anybody!"

"Understood, Master!" She continued to clean. "And I'm so glad you liked the breakfast I made for you, Master! They say breakfast is the most important meal of the day!"

I then noticed her hair was up in a ponytail still, making me freeze. The others would definitely notice that.

"A-And take your hair down! Please! Y-You look pretty with your hair down," I commanded, adding that last part in a rush. Sayaka blinked at me, then nodded and pulled out her ponytail, running her hands through her hair again.

"So, Master likes me like this?" She repeated, and I nodded. "I'm so happy then!" She resumed her cleaning, humming another one of her songs, a different one this time. I stood there a bit awkwardly, helping her clean the best that I could.

After we finished cleaning up the kitchen together, Sayaka informed me she wished to continue the search by herself, feeling like she could cover more ground that way. I nodded in agreement, all-too-glad to leave her side, especially after she gave me a cheerful smile. I jogged out of the kitchen and into the hallway, finding Junko, Leon, and surprisingly Yasuhiro all standing around, discussing with each other about where they should go next. I walked over to them, feeling shy again.

"M-May I please join your group?" I asked quietly, and Yasuhiro nodded.

"Absolutely! In fact, we were just talking about how we wanted a fourth member!"

"No, we were not. Don't lie to her like that," Junko corrected, staring at her bright red nails.

"We were thinking about checking out the dorms. I'm in serious need of a power nap, and what better place to rest than in an actual bed?" Leon explained. He was still on that...?

Junko became the leader of our group as she walked off towards the dorms, declaring that it was because she had the map on her E-Handbook and therefore knew the way. All of us had that same exact map, but we didn't dare argue with her. I was not an argumentative person, Yasuhiro seemed to have something else on his mind, and Leon was obviously way more preoccupied with staring at her backside.

I remembered reading in the brochure that Hope's Peak was a boarding school; therefore; it had dorms. It was one of my only senses of comfort back then, as St. Elbandia was a boarding school as well. And unlike that school, Hope's Peak promised with reassurance that students could decorate their rooms however they wanted.

Once we reached the blood-red hallway that housed the fifteen dorms, we all temporarily split up to go look for our own dorms since we discovered they all had our pictures and names on the doors.

"I found mine!" Leon announced first, his voice coming from the other end of the hallway.

"This one is mine!" Junko stated a few seconds later, a few doors down from me.

"Here's mine!" I declared, pulling open my bedroom door and then closing it again.

"Then this one belongs to me!" Yasuhiro said, loudly closing his own door for whatever reason.

We all grouped together in Junko's room, finding it to be extremely plain, bland, and devoid of decoration. A large pink bed was in the center of the room, which Leon stared at.

"Hey, what's up with that? My bed is blue," He crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"Maybe the girls get pink beds and the boys get blue?" Junko suggested. "Right, Chihiro-chan? Your bed is pink too, right?"

It took every single ounce of my strength to give her a slow nod, looking away from the group. It hurt to lie in such an obvious way. My bed was blue.

"Yeah, see? Gender stuff. But, like, there's nothing in the rules that says you can't change your sheets,"

"What should we do now?" I wondered.

"Let's check if these walls are soundproof. If this place really is supposed to be like a prison, like that dumb bear said, then it'd make sense for the walls to be soundproof, right?"

"Good idea! But, how do we do that?" Yasuhiro questioned.

"I know! You have to have one person stand on the other side of the wall with their ear up against it. Then the people on the other side make a whole lotta noise! Yelling, throwing things at the wall, stuff like that! If the person can hear the noise, they have to come back into the room and say so. If not, well...then that's proof they can't hear anything, right?" Leon explained proudly.

"Whoa, that's really cool you know that!" I praised. "How'd you learn that?"

"I learned it from Pop, of course! A few years ago he wanted to install sound-proof walls in our kitchen and I got to help him, and that is what we did. My cousin helped and the two of us made a bunch of noise! That was a fun summer..." Leon sighed wistfully at the memory.

"Perfect! We'll do that then," Junko decided all by herself, pushing Yasuhiro out of the door and into the next room, directing him on what to do. She then came back into the room, shutting the door.

I looked around the room and noticed a small metal trashcan by the foot of the bed and gently scooped it up, hurling it at the wall with all of my might. It made a very satisfying and loud sound as it hit the wall and fell onto the floor. A bronze metal coin fell out of the trashcan, and I picked it up in curiosity.

We all waited for a few seconds, but Yasuhiro never came. Junko then leaned against the bare desk by her bed, pulling open the drawers in search of more things that made noise.

"I have a better idea that's so much more effective than just throwing stuff," Leon smirked, giving me a wink before he pulled Junko away from the desk, kissing her right on the lips. Her eyes widened in surprise, and I could see she was annoyed by the surprise, though she did not push him away. He then pushed Junko over to me, and I blushed heavily in embarrassment. She was too tall for me to properly do anything with, but somehow, Junko got the message and bent over, planting a kiss on my forehead.

Leon then pulled her back over to the desk and bent her over it, making her red micromini skirt ride up, revealing tight black panties that resembled leather. They were surprisingly plain for a fashion model, I found myself thinking.

"L-Leon-san, there is no way we have time for this," She declined, though her hands were still reaching for her already-loose tie.

"Come on, we have just enough time for a quickie!" He reassured her, and in one quick motion, slipped down her panties, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his manhood. A few quick strokes and then he thrust himself inside of her, making her gasp.

I promptly turned my back on them and continued searching the room, checking the bathroom for more things that made noise, but the only thing I could find was another shiny bronze coin on the shower floor. What were these things even for? I walked back into the room and found them still going at it, moaning loudly. The desk got slammed loudly into the wall several times to the point I was surprised it didn't break. I didn't even know who I felt the most sorry for; the wall, the desk, or Junko herself.

"Yes! You're really good at this!" Leon cheered, and despite her pleasure, I still caught Junko rolling her eyes. I tried covering my ears, but they were so loud it did little to block it out.

He thrust into her a few more times before they both gasped in surprise, signaling the end of that. They got dressed in just seconds, and aside from how sweaty and out-of-breath they were, they looked perfectly normal.

"Like, you're still not my type," She informed him, twirling a strand of her hair around on her finger. "But...I wouldn't mind pulling an all-nighter with you,"

"Right back at ya, babe," Leon winked at her and kissed her on the lips, and I stuck out my tongue in disgust.

Yasuhiro burst into the room right at that second, looking like he had something important to say.

"Did you hear that?" I immediately questioned, though perhaps the better question to have asked was; who hadn't heard that?

"Huh? Heard what? These walls are sound-proof, man. Either that or my hearing is fading," Yasuhiro said, then shook his head. "No, I came in here to tell you that Sayaka-chi has called a meeting in the cafeteria! She wants to see what we all learned from our investigations,"

"We just learned the walls are all sound-proof, in the dorms, at least," Junko scoffed lightly.

"But...that's still an important fact to know!" I tried to reassure her, and she smiled softly at me.

The four of us headed to the cafeteria; I folded my hands in front of myself again. "So...how did you three even end up in a search party group like this? You just seem to be very...mismatched," I picked my words carefully.

"Well, originally it was just me and her, since I wanted to conduct a search with a chick as hot as her! But then she said she'd only partner with me if we brought along Yasuhiro-san, 'cuz she likes him or something," Leon explained, somehow looking proud of that fact.

"Yasuhiro-kun makes me laugh," Junko confirmed as we walked into the cafeteria, finding out we were one of the last groups to arrive. The main table was almost entirely filled up, but Sayaka motioned to an empty chair inbetween her and Aoi. I quickly sat down in it, fingering the buttons on my green jacket shyly. She gave me a soft and reassuring smile, and I gave her a nervous one back. Makoto was the last person to arrive, and we all realized Kyoko was still missing, but eventually decided to continue on with the meeting anyway, with or without her.

I wondered where she had gone though. I could've sworn she and Makoto had gone off together, but Makoto had shown up alone. Did she get in trouble? Did she get hurt? What if she was...

No. Nobody was going to partake in the killings that early, if anyone decided to kill anybody at all.

Sayaka talked to each one of us individually, using our testimonies to try and piece together the bigger picture of the situation we were in. It was a very different side of Sayaka, one I had never seen before. For most of today, she had remained kind, calm, and cheerful, even when bad things loomed over us. But now, she was serious and had a commanding presence. It was a different side of her, to be sure, but it was not an unwelcome one.

After our discussion, we all decided to retire for the night. partially because Kyoko randomly appeared out of nowhere and gave us all a fright. Her colourings truly made her look like a ghost.

I headed back to my own bedroom, feeling incredibly exhausted from everything that had happened to me that day. I shut my door and found a white sheet of paper on the wall next to my desk, which I read curiously. It informed me that all girls dorms came with a sewing kit, and all boys had toolkits-clearly both made for killing each other. I pulled open my desk drawer and found a dark blue toolbox inside, still firmly wrapped up. I shuddered in horror and quickly shut it again. The note also said only girls had locks on their bathroom doors, which I winced at.

Why couldn't I get a lock? I was terrified of someone randomly walking into my room while I was changing or showering, because of my secret. I bit my lip and ripped the note up into tiny pieces, throwing it away. A green notebook was on top of my desk, and on the small table was a metal key that had 'C. Fujisaki' engraved onto it.

With a sigh, I changed into my pajamas; a white T-shirt and grey sweatpants, and collapsed into my bed, utterly exhausted. The events of today played through my head over and over again until I finally collapsed from exhaustion and fell asleep. I finally decided that yes, this was most certainly a curse that I had decided to carry. And whether I liked it or not, things could only get more interesting from here on out.