Makoto Naegi gazed out of the third floor window of his office. The view was normal. Normal. Something that hadn't existed for the longest time.

Now headmaster of his old High School, Hope's Peak Academy, he was only just realising the gravitas of the situation. He always questioned and second-guessed his decision to become headmaster of the school; not that he had decided it, more that he was told he would be the only person suitable by all of his peers. He hadn't argued.

And now, he was preparing the entrance ceremony for the first classes of students under his leadership. Nervous was the wrong word. He had no idea how to address a bunch of teenagers on their new high school life, barely being an adult himself. He would probably end up winging it, like he had for most of his speeches for the future foundation. Hopefully, his luck would hold out for him.

"It's nearly time, Headmaster" A familiar voice came from the doorway. Makoto didn't need to turn around to identify it, but he still found himself looking anyway.

The lilac-haired woman standing in the threshold of the room smiled at Makoto. Her gloved hands held a clipboard, no doubt containing the itineary of today's proceedings. Kyoko Kirigiri was almost as good as being assistant head as she was a detective, but in Makoto's eyes, she was best at being his girlfriend. It could be said he was perhaps too attached to her, but this was not without reason.

As the ship carrying Class 77 towards Jabberwock Island crept towards the horizon, Makoto felt mixed feelings lurking around him. The killing games were over, and the world had finally forgone despair. But yet he still felt a pang in his heart as he had lost something close to it.

Just hours before, he had awoke to the lifeless corpse of his closest friend, his heart had collapsed. He refused to show it then, as he needed to remain strong, but now, he was ready to give in to his sadness, his despair.

But he was knocked out this trance by a polite cough behind him. He looked to see what the disturbance was, and as he saw it his heart melted.

Standing there, in the flesh, was the lilac-haired woman he was mourning. Her face was still a little reddend from the poison, but it was Kyoko. Alive.

Without considering it, Makoto leapt towards her and balled her into an embrace. He let himself cry. There was no reason to hide his happiness.

Kyoko had expected something like this from Makoto, and expected nothing less from him. His tears and embrace were a warm welcome, and she held him too. Even though she had confidence in the drug for the poison, she had known the possibility it would fail, and it pained her to leave Makoto without telling her exactly how she felt. She already knew how he felt; despite her skills, he was still more readable than a book. Thus, she thought it only right to prove she reciprocated said feelings.

So, she leaned into his head, which was crying happily on her shoulder, and kissed his cheek. It marked an official beginning to their relationship.

"...koto? Makoto?"

Eventually, Makoto returned to the present. The clipboard had been deposited on his desk, and Kyoko had her arms on his, attempting to return him to the now. He usually did this from time to time, and occasionally the flashback was bad, so she had made a point of recalling him out of his flashbacks, good or bad. Considering he was yet to show any kind of negative emotion, she assumed it was a good one. Still, he had to deliver the entrance ceremony - now was not the time for flashback.

Kyoko was so engrossed with worrying about her significant other, that she only realised he had returned when she felt his hand against her cheek. She was worried about him too much recently. As she looked into his eyes, she felt herself and saw him blushing. Even though they had been in a relationship now for several months, they still acted like awkward teenagers.

But then, that was an accurate description of them.

"I'm ready" Makoto gave her one of his hope-filled smiles, ones only befitting the ultimate hope. He lead her out of the door, and into their future.

The sea was calm. It crashed against the water-break of the harbour wall, and smashed along the beachfront. But it was still calm.

Hajime Hinata liked watching the sea. It was somewhat unpredictable- something he couldn't control was controlling it. The madness of the ocean helped create a tranquillity in his mind, a mind ever turbulent, engineered with every talent those scientists could ram inside his head. At least now he had a personality again.

He took out his most important possession out of his pocket, the one thing he would refuse to let out his sight: her hair-clip - his last physical memory of her. She would have probably liked sitting here too.

He wondered if he hadn't become Izuru, maybe this all would not have happened. If he had not been so fixated on his lack of talent, of a complex rendering him unworthy of her, this may have all been avoided.

"Yooo! Hajime! Ibuki found you!" Despite having a decent idea that someone was behind him, he did not even need to attempt to calculate who it was. It was polite to look at someone when they were addressing you, so he did.

"Oh, Ibuki," He replied, attempting to sound surprised, "Did you need me for something?"

"Food." She said sternly. A devious look then emerged on her face. "Let me bite you!" Hajime began to look for an escape route, as he still had marks from the last time she attempted to use him as a sentient food source...

"Joking!" she cackled, "But seriously, the foods almost ready, and everyone would be waiting for you otherwise"

Despite her questionable method of telling him, he appreciated Ibuki coming to get him. He took one final glance at the sea, put the hair-clip back in his pocket, and went down to join Ibuki. They shared idle conversation as they walked back to the restaurant.

"It's better to be with your friends, than being by yourself... I think" Is likely something she would of said. Even though it hurt thinking about her, it was a pain he didn't mind.