Prologue Part I:
(un)common events
"A-argh…"
I slowly opened my eyes, waking to a pounding headache.
"Where am I?"
I could feel that I was lying down on something hard… I blindly groped around in an attempt to get my bearings. But… where in hell was my right arm?
Almost panicking, I turned around briskly, and my head retaliated immediately. I tried to block it out and looked around frantically for my right arm. I found it hanging off the edge of the table on which I was lying down. Great. It was dead.
Wait, what? I was lying down on a table?
I sat up and hopped down, careful to not anger the raging pain in my temple.
"That's kind of creepy," I said to no one in particular.
Looking around, I realized that I was in a kitchen, and a lavish one at that. It contained a huge fridge, huge walk-in pantry, deluxe cooking ware, double stove and oven, a few tables loaded with fresh fruit and vegetables and a beautiful, red, shining coffee machine. I almost squealed in excitement. My talent could definitely be catered for here!
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Report Card
Name: ?
Gender: Female
Height: 153 cm | Weight: 43 kg
Birthday : November 3
Blood type: B
Likes: Mechanical pencils
Hates: Chocolate, being bored
Title: Super High School Level Barista
About: She's a coffee enthusiast who likes nothing more that what she calls 'universal jobs' that keep her on her toes. Though she's terrible and serving coffee because she always manages to spill it somehow or other, she is great at making it, and whatever cafe she is employed in tends to attract customers. She has a surprisingly low taste to coffee itself, so she always takes lots of milk and sugar in hers. She also loves making patterns in the foam and has gotten quite good at it.
Appearance: She's quite short, with shoulder-length, slightly wavy dark brown hair and eyes of the same colour. She wears a black blouse with grey stripes and short sleeves, a red tartan skirt, stockings, dark purple boots and a black barista apron.
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Some coffee would definitely wake me up… But as I approached the machine, I noticed a note which was stuck to it. Whoever had written it had terrible handwriting - it was almost indecipherable.
Note:
Make your way to the gym by 7 am, you bastards! If you're not there, prepare to face my wrath!
See you soon! Upupu…
"Things keep getting creepier by the minute," I sighed to myself. But, it might be better to do as this someone is asking… The clock read 6:30 AM, so I had some time. It also wouldn't hurt to explore some, and my headache was subsiding anyways.
I ran out of the kitchen and down the corridor. The classroom doors were all closed, and I judged it better not to look inside. Notices assured me I was in Hope's Peak.
Hope's Peak Academy… The most prestigious school in the world. And I was just lucky enough to get invited. I knew it - barista skills are never useless.
But, that aside… what was with these strange metal plates? They were fastened by huge, almost menacing screws. Also, the corridor was strangely dark. Was it… that they were covering up windows?
I followed along the corridor until I came to… what should have been the entry. Strangely though, there was a huge, round, steel bulkhead blocking the entrance. It had a whole bunch of gadgets fastened to it. It went without saying that it was locked. I decided not to touch it. Better safe than sorry.
Soon afterwards, I came across a door marked 'Gym', so I walked in. I still had at least fifteen minutes, but I decided it would be better to wait than to come in late.
"Huh. Seems like I'm the first o-!"
I was shoved roughly forwards. Stunned, I turned around to find a small, grinning girl looking at me.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to push that hard… Anyways, I don't know you, but you probably know me! I'm Momoka Yamauchi!"
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Report Card:
Name: Momoka Yamauchi
Gender: Female
Height: 148 cm| Weight: 37 kg
Birthday : January 5
Blood type: A
Likes: Anything round, the colour orange
Hates: People who give up easily
Title: Super High School Level Basketball Player
About: She's stunned crowds with her huge basketball talent, despite being so short, which is usually a downside to players of the sport. She believes that if you put your mind to anything, you can do it, and neither height nor weight should stop you.
Appearance: A short and skinny girl who is always equipped with a ball of any kind. She wears a polo shirt with the number 10 on it, basketball shorts, white knee high socks and runners. Her hair is shoulder length, orange-ish pink, and always up in two high ponytail with a frog-shaped band. Her eyes are bright green and full of life. She's also completely flat-chested.
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"You're the basketball star, aren't you?" Well, of course she was. There had even been a documentary on her. "But, I didn't really expect you to be this sh-"
"Save it," she interrupted, turning away, hand held out to silence me, "I've heard it before. Yes, I may be short, but so what? It's not like I'm going to let my body restrict me in any way! But, if you're that upset with it, you can call me the Ultimate Goody-two-Shoes." She puffed out her cheeks. "That's what some people have been calling me."
"Ah-n-no!" I stammered. "If anything, I find it admirable! Anyways, I'm Sora Hayashi, SHSL barista."
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Report Card Update!
Name: Sora Hayashi
Title: SHSL Barista
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"So, what do you think's happening?"
"What do you mean?" she inquired.
"Well, the note telling us to meet here, and the strange metal plates everywhere." Had she really not seen them?
"No idea what you're talking about. I woke up here, so…" She shrugged. "But if that's what you say happened, I better stay here, huh?"
I nodded, and we sat in silence for a moment. "Anyways, how do you like your coffee?"
"I don't," she humphed. "But," she added with a little smile, "I wouldn't mind a hot chocolate… with lots of cream and foam, and melted marshmallows in it!"
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Momoka's coffee order:
Hot chocolate with extra foam and and melted marshmallows
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"Right…" Hot chocolates were one of the drinks I deemed 'boring' because they were too simple to prepare, but even making a boring drink for a girl such as Yamauchi would be an honour. Not to mention her pickiness…
My thoughts were interrupted by a loud bang as the gym doors closed.
"Hey, I heard the word coffee…" a relatively tall girl said, walking quickly over to me, "a cappuccino with five sugars, please. Oh, and the name's Natsuko Imai, SHSL tattoo artist," she added, extending a hand.
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Report Card:
Name: Natsuko Imai
Gender: Female
Height: 165 cm| Weight: 48 kg
Birthday: August 7
Blood type: O
Likes: Coffee, soccer
Hates: Working (academic)
Title: Super High School Level Tattoo Artist
About: A rising star in the tattoo industry who started off as a girl drawing cool patterns on other's hands in black pen. Even now, she will never do colorful tattoos. Most of her tattoo designs are patterns which have no special meaning but look hella cool.
Appearance: She's tall and skinny, with an arabian appearance, black, wavy hair to her waist which is worn in a ponytail and almost black eyes. She wears a black hoodie with 'Dark Seas Division' written in yellow on the back in a fancy font, skinny jeans and black converse.
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Natsuko's coffee order:
Cappuccino with extra foam and five sugars
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"Sure, got it," I said, shaking the hand. "And, I'm Sora Hayashi. I'm a barista, if you didn't realize already." I realized too late it might have sounded a little sarcastic.
"Mind if I draw on your arm?" she replied, and I nodded enthusiastically. Or should I have shaken my head? But obviously she understood what I meant, since she pulled out a black pen from her jumper pocket.
"I'm actually a great fan of yours," I admitted, though she wasn't listening. Yamauchi got up with a little sigh and dribbling down to the other end of the gymnasium, where she started shooting hoop after hoop after hoop, all from different distances, not missing once. It was then that I spotted someone on the rock climbing wall, way over on the far side of the gym. He must have been at least five meters high, and didn't seem to have a harness on.
"Oh-oh my god! He might fall!"
"Calm down, sweetie," Natusko Imai said, without looking up. He's Yuudai Kazuki. SHSL rock climber. No need to worry about him."
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Report Card:
Name: Yuudai Kazuki
Gender: Male
Height: 170 cm| Weight: 50 kg
Birthday: March 1
Blood type: O
Likes: altitude
Hates: loud people
Title: Super High School Level Rock Climber
About: Another high schooler who has wowed crowds with his unexpected performance at an international rock-climbing competition. He's pretty concerned about his privacy, so even his Wikipedia article is pretty short.
Appearance: A tall, muscled boy who wears a tank top, shorts, and rock-climbing shoes. His skin has been tanned by the sun, his hair is short, spiky and of a silvery-white colour. His eyes are the same shade, giving him a vacant look.
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"Okay," I said in a rush of air, calming myself down. "You sure have studied everyone here, haven't you?"
"Not really," she said, still concentrating on her art. "I just read the file that we were sent about the other students. Didn't you get it?"
"Well, yeah, but I only scanned through it once," I admitted guiltily. And after a bit more silence, "I'll have to get his coffee order later."
I sat there, not saying anything for about a minute as Imai continued to draw intricate swirling patterns on my arm. Then, the doors opened again and three people walked in.
"I'm telling ya, there was a HUGE oil leak! Now, how would you fix that?" a boy asked.
"I don't.. know, I'm sorry, I'm not a mechanic," the girl said nervously.
"Couldn't you invent something? Like, a better motorcycle?"
"Yeah! And I would love to test it out! Even if I crash and burn!" a second boy exclaimed.
"You guys, stop it, you're making me nervous… Oh, the pressure," the girl groaned, holding her head in her hands and scrunching her eyes shut.
"Hey, it's okay, sis…" the second boy said gently, putting an arm around her.
I gently nudged Imai to get her to stop drawing and went up to meet them.
"Hi-"
"Hey-lo!" the first boy exclaimed enthusiastically. "I'm Hikaru Nishimura! Ultimate Motorist, at your service!" He did a little bow.
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Report Card:
Name: Hikaru Nishimura
Gender: Male
Height: 167 cm| Weight: 48 kg
Blood type: B
Birthday: February 29 (leap year)
Likes: The wind, and SPEED!
Hates: Things which are S...L...O…W
Title: Super High School Level Motorist
About: A young, enthusiastic boy who illegally started driving at the age of 10. He and his father were stopped by the police, but due to his talent and an exceptional lawyer, he was allowed to keep driving. Now, he knows how to drive all sorts of vehicles, has competed in numerous races, and is practically an idol to little boys. His favourite vehicle is, of course, the motorcycle.
Appearance: He looks like the normal guy, with short, messy red hair and calm, blue eyes. He wears what you would expect of a motorist: a helmet, black leather jacket, black shirt with a red dragon, dark jeans and black shoes.
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I smiled. "Nice to meet you too! I'm Sora Hayashi, the SHSL Barista. So, how do you like your coffee?"
"Cool!" he exclaimed, "That's awesome. Oh, and I don't mind! Whatever coffee you feel like making will suit me. Well, as long as it's not sweet. I can drink tea and energy drinks if I want sweet stuff, 'kay?"
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Hikaru's coffee order:
Anything, as long as it isn't sweet.
So mochas and hot chocolates are out of the question.
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[A/N: From now on, Sora will no longer have to 'ask' people for their coffee orders -they will appear directly with their report card.]
"Trying to impress the ladies, huh?" the other boy joked. "Heh. I'm Noburu Miyamoto. SHSL gamer, as I like to call myself, but really, my talent is all thanks to my sis… So, SHSL tester it is! But it doesn't sound that cool… Beta tester, perhaps?"
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Report Card:
Name: Noburu Miyamoto
Gender: Male
Height: 166 cm| Weight: 46 kg
Birthday: March 15
Blood type: AB
Likes: Computer Games
Hates: Piercings (they freak him out)
Title: Super High School Level (Beta) Tester
About: He's famous because he works with his sister. Due to their YouTube videos (which attracted attention from scientists/engineers worldwide) and also how efficient he is in his testing of new inventions before they are sold to the general public, he's somewhat of a lifesaver. Good thing he's a daredevil.
Appearance: He looks like the normal teenager, with short, dark blue hair, blue eyes, and wears normal clothes - a white polo shirt with some sort of an emblem on it, black pants and green sneakers. He also has some surprisingly basic protection: a bicycle helmet, knee and elbow pads, and a shin guard.
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Noburu's coffee order:
A latte. Simple.
Or, any new coffee inventions as long as they don't contain poison in them.
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Finally, it was the girl's turn. She was fidgeting nervously.
"Ahah, I'm not very good at introductions... I'm Tsubame Miyamoto. Inventor. Nice to meet you."
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Report Card:
Name: Tsubame Miyamoto
Gender: Female
Height: 161 cm| Weight: 44 kg
Birthday: March 15
Blood type: AB
Likes: Silence, solving riddles
Hates: Scary things
(which is why her brother keeps giving her heart attacks)
Title: Super High School Level Inventor
About: She's invented tons of new things, mainly aimed towards teens, and come up with a lot of improved designs for other things. She's also quite skilled with a computer and has little problem designing programs. Due to her YouTube videos, in collaboration with her brother she was 'discovered' by famous scientists and engineers, and has won many awards since. She's also appeared on some shows about inventions (AN: yes, these do exist, I've seen one!)
Appearance: She looks a lot like her brother: dark blue hair to her waist, blue eyes, same facial features. She wears a beige jacket over the top of a white polo shirt, a short, black pleated skirt, black stockings and school shoes.
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Tsubame's coffee order:
Hot chocolate, if that's okay.
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"She's my sister," Noburu explained, though I already knew. "Since we share the same last name, just call me Noburu, and she'll be Miyamoto-san. That's how we always do it."
"Okay. Anyways, any of you have any clue on what's happening? I mean, you've seen the steel plates, haven't you? And that note... It's all really strange."
"No clue," Nishimura said. "I'm as perplexed as you."
"I'm kind of scared," Miyamoto admitted.
"Don't worry, Miyamoto-san," I attempted to comfort her. "I'm sure it'll be fine, we'll find out at se-"
"And one, two, three! Kyyaaa~ (^ʋ^)!" The doors opened with a bang and a girl irrupted into the room, effectively frightening the fragile Miyamoto. "Here comes... Cho!"
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Report Card:
Name: Cho Yukimura
Gender: Female
Height: 160 cm | Weight: 45 kg
Birthday: November 27
Blood type: B
Likes: J-Pop
Hates: Balloons
Title: Super High School Level anime addict
About: She's always loved anime, since she first saw her first glimpse of one at age 3. Ever since, she has been (constantly) watching shows, and is very knowledgeable about many of them. She can be a little airheaded when it comes to real life, but will never forget a single detail about anime.
Appearance: Her orange hair is cut in a short bob, and her eyes are a bright purple. She wears a red blazer, white blouse with a black ribbon, black thigh-highs and black school shoes. It seems like a normal school uniform, but upon further inspection, it's actually Toradora! cosplay - one of her favourite anime, and that's saying a lot.
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Cho's coffee order:
A mocha. With lots of sugar and foam! Gotta keep energized!
(And crazy)
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"I am very pleased to make your acquaintance! Please call me Cho, or Cho-chan!" she said with a salute and a grin, before quieting down a little. "Oh! I know you! You're that barista, aren't you? My brother is a big fan of yours! Sora... Sora whatwasit?"
"Sora Hayashi."
"Oh, that's right! I knew that it was something like that... Anyways... So, what's up with this? Where's this mysterious person?"
"Uh, that's what we're trying to figure out here," Imai said quietly, suddenly beside me. I jumped, not having realized. She only smiled, amused.
"Hm..." Yukimura, I mean, Cho, mused, stroking her chin, eyes narrow. "I wonder... In any case, it's practically 6:50. We'll know everything in about 10 minutes."
A moment later…
"Yo, guys!" a tall, handsome teenage boy said, walking with swagger into the gym. However, it looked forced, and he somehow reminded me of a certain Canadian Pop Star…
"And you are…?" I asked, trying not to sound as annoyed as I really was.
"Oh god," he gasped, "you don't know me? I didn't think such people existed! I'm the famous garage band leader, Ryo Hamasaki!"
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Report Card:
Name: Ryo Hamasaki
Gender: Male
Height: 180 cm | Weight: 65 kg
Birthday: July 30
Blood type: A
Likes: Singing, the smell of rubber
Hates: Not being in the spotlight
Title: Super High School Level Garage Band Leader
About: Like many high school kids like to do, he took initiative to start up a garage band. This was meant to be a simple experiment at first, but he has a talent for making music. After becoming famous thanks to internet videos (once again reminiscent of a certain singer), he gained international recognition but, more importantly, LOTS and LOTS of girl fans.
Appearance: His hair, cut long, shaggy and complete with a side fringe, is bleached. He wears what you would think, keeping in mind his title - a tight shirt with skulls and some illegible writing on it, a leather jacket, baggy pants and what can only be referred to as 'designer sneakers'. He also has a silver chain around his neck.
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Ryo's coffee order:
Macchiato in a small glass
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"I'm Sora, barista…" I trailed off, since he had walked away, not even bothering to hear me out. Sighing, I returned to Imai, who used the opportunity to continue drawing on my arm. She was relentless.
The flow of people was starting to increase, and more and more people were coming in within mere minutes of each other.
"I believe this is the gym!
My, this place is rather grim!
What is this strange predicament?
It is some sort of strange stunt?"
"Well, I guess we don't have to ask him about anything..." I said, somewhat sarcastically. He certainly was strange, walking in affirming our situation without cause, and in rhymes, no less!
"He must be the poet," Momoka said, joining us from her endeavours at the other side of the gym. "I've read about him. He hates talking in prose."
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Report Card:
Name: Katsu Akiyama
Gender: Male
Height: 170 cm | Weight: 60 kg
Birthday: March 3
Blood type: O
Likes: Poems, poems, poems
Hates: Boring prose and sloppy writing
Title: Super High School Level Poet
About: As a young boy, he was quickly noticed by teachers due to his formidable writing skills. At the time, he wrote in prose, but his phrases were so poetic, that they suggested he try out poetry. He took the advice and loved it so much that he tries to make everything a poem, and prefers verses to prose.
Appearance: An average height boy with black hair, neatly combed. He's dressed relatively formally - a long-sleeved white blouse with a brown emblem on the breast pocket, dark brown pants and brown lace-up shoes.
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Katsu's coffee order:
Tea, please.
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"Better to go introduce ourselves," I told the others, so we walked up to him, introducing ourselves, and then they headed off to introduce themselves to the others. Well, except Kazuki. He had disappeared somewhere. Introductions were starting to become a chore. Saying your name over and over and over again...
"I hope there aren't too many more people," I sighed once the others returned.
"Oh, well, there are sixteen students in total, so, there's still going to be about another seven, I think."
"Great. But, where are they? It's almost time. I'm just filled with dread what would happen if they come late, based on that note," I shuddered.
A sort of grim silence set over us. Yamauchi sighed and went back to her (pointless) practice, Kazuki was still missing, Imai's body art was taking up more and more of my arm (and she was still going), when the doors opened a tiny bit and a girl nervously slipped through them. She was holding some sort of a black instrument case, and her left arm was in a bright pink cast, which was completely bare of signatures and 'get well' messages. There was only a big treble clef drawn on it. Once again, I decided to greet the newcomer, and I was energetically accompanied by Cho.
"Hi! I'm Sora Hayashi, SHSL barista, this is -" I clamped my hand over Cho's mouth, since the girl looked kind of scared, "Cho Yukimura, SHSL anime addict. And you-?" I was hit by a wave of recognition. "Oh! You're-"
"Umeko Suzuki," she completed for me, quietly and a little coldly.
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Report Card:
Name: Umeko Suzuki
Gender: Female
Height: 150 cm | Weight: 41 kg
Birthday: December 16
Blood type: B
Likes: Cooking
Hates: Boys
Title: Super High School Level Violin Prodigy
About: Perhaps the reason she has become such a sensation is because not only does her immense talent seem to stem from nowhere, but also she is able to produce a breathtaking sound on such a small violin - due to her small stature and short fingers, she's still on a half size.
Violin performances have the power of pulling her from her shy shell, but she's come to hate the instrument due to the fact that because of it, her whole life has been planned out for her, and also she's been distanced from all people her age.
Appearance: A small and not very developed girl with wavy, dark purple hair to her chest, which she will sometimes put in a braid. Her eyes are big and dark gray, her face small. She wears a dark gray, sleeveless V-neck dress with a gathered waist and a skirt which flares out a little over a light gray blouse, and has similarly coloured knee highs which end 3 cm lower than the hem of her skirt. She also wears bright red mary janes with gold buckles and no heels.
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Umeko's coffee order:
Hot chocolate
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"Wow," I breathed, "it's really an honour to meet-" Once again, I was forced to stop, seeing the pained and nostalgic expression on her face.
"Please leave," she asked quietly, and it would be wrong to go against her wishes. Feeling a little dejected all of a sudden, I stood by the door with Cho. The gym started to fill with chatter as the others socialized.
The moment the clock handle hit vertical, and it was exactly 7 o'clock, a tall girl entered with a quick stride and said with a LOUD voice:
"ALRIGHT!"
Everyone shut up immediately and instinctively turned towards her authoritative voice. Cho and I backed away a little.
"I demand to know who is calling me! I am on time!" Looking for whoever was closest to her, she grabbed poor Cho by the collar. "Who is it that desires my presence?"
"Hey," Cho whined, "you're damaging my cosplay!" I almost facepalmed - she had her priorities completely wrong. "And," she added, attempting to smooth out invisible wrinkles, "like I know! I'm in the same position as you! Heck, we all are."
Obviously satisfied but at the same time unsatisfied with her answer, the girl let Cho go, angrily crossing her arms. There was no mistaking who she was.
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Report Card
Name: Shun Tsudaka
Gender: Female
Height: 173 cm | Weight: 54 kg
Birthday : November 23
Blood type: A
Likes: Personalized stationery
Hates: Stupid people (i.e. everyone)
Title: Super High School Level Valedictorian
About: Due to her quasi-photographic memory and high IQ, Shun's learning abilities have exceeded the norm. She's good in almost everything, including physical activity, and has made money from appearing on certain teenage shows and doing homework for other students in her old school (since she doesn't have the patience to teach them). She has low tolerance to others and is very mean, demeaning, and sarcastic.
Appearance: She looks like a relatively girl – tall, skinny, with dark green hair and piercing, perfect purple eyes. She seems to like the beige colour scheme - she wears a beige blouse and knee highs, brown skirt and brown school shoes. Contrary to what people may think (due to her title), she has neither glasses nor braces. In fact, she is very pretty, with a charming and very deceiving smile.
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Shun's coffee order:
Double shot espresso
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"Everyone's late," she grumbled loudly, sounding like an unhappy teacher.
"That's not true," I started, but was immediately cut off.
"What did you say? Did such a stupid person just say I'M WRONG?" This time, it was me being grabbed by the collar. I really wanted to spit in her face, but decided that it would be better to retreat for now. Plus, my feet weren't touching the ground anymore and I felt like I was suffocating.
"N-nothing." She put me back down and I took a deep breath of air.
"That hurt," I grumbled, even though that wasn't entirely true. And, at exactly the right timing somehow…
"Oh, sweet-pumpkins, I've got the mother of all headaches… Sweetie, get me a glass of water," she moaned, but to the wrong person. With a glare, Imai walked away from the newcomer.
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Report Card
Name: Miki Oshiro
Gender: Female
Height: 165 cm | Weight: 46 kg
Birthday : May 22
Blood type: O
Likes: Praise
Hates: Photoshop (because it 'steals her job')
Title: Super High School Level Make-up Artist
About: Despite now being extremely popular and the center of every group, never taking a step away from the spotlight, it wasn't always that way. Once upon a time, she was a social outcast. When all her friends were out with others, she picked up her mother's make-up kit and experimented with it. After some pictures she took of herself, she found herself loaded with orders from movie producers to work on the sets.
Appearance: She's average height, and pretty in every way. Her hip-length, golden hair is highly enviable, and her big emerald eyes, in exactly the right place on her doll-like face, complement it beautifully. She wears a very short and fluffy, almost tutu-like, black skirt over very tight leggings which have the 'universe' pattern; a loose, thin, knit brown jumper with huge holes and what seems to be big pink flowers over a bright pink singlet and black, lace-up ankle boots.
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Miki's coffee order:
Soy latte, hon.
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"Better not introduce ourselves," I mumbled to Cho, but she shook her head and headed over to the girl anyways. I dutifully followed. Without realizing it, I had taken an immense liking towards Cho. She seemed to bring in sunshine. Heck no, she was made of sunshine.
"Hi! I'm Cho Yukimura! I'm-"
"Yeah, yeah, hon, I've heard it before, now get me a glass of water, please?"
Cho was completely unfazed by Oshiro's interruption. "There's no water here, and I don't know where the kitchen is, if there is one at all… Sorry," she said with a smile. I made sure not to mention that I had woken up in that very room.
"There is a kitchen, I found it," a male voice proudly announced. I turned to see a smiling boy with a soccer ball.
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Report Card:
Name: Shou Tsuniko
Gender: Male
Height: 169 cm | Weight: 55 kg
Birthday: February 18
Blood type: A
Likes: running, moving...
Hates: Miso soup, mochi
Title: Super High School Level Soccer Star
About: Following in the footsteps of his idol, Lionel Messi, he started playing professionally at the age of 11. As a result, he went down in soccer history as one of the youngest players, and has also had numerous chances to meet famous soccer players from around the world, including Lionel Messi. Not to mention, this also served as a girl attractor.
Appearance: He wears Messi's jersey (a store bought one), red soccer shorts, dark blue knee socks over shin guards and white Puma soccer shoes. He's never seen without his ball. His hair is a light pink colour, his eyes pinkish-red.
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Shou's coffee order:
An espresso, thanks.
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"I was dribbling my ball down the corridor and then I kicked it a little too hard, I guess," he explained, scratching the back of his head before proceeding to bounce his ball from knee to knee. "It's pretty cool, actually. I've got a pretty good sense of direction, so I could take you, if you like."
"Ah, no. I'm not walking," Oshiro said, and, almost to emphasize her point, she promptly sat down on one of the nearby bleachers.
"Eh, whatever floats her boat, I guess," Tsuniko shrugged. "Anyways, I saw a coffee machine, thought you'd be happy about that, Hayashi-san."
"Ooh!" I exclaimed, genuinely happy, "you're the second person who knows me! Haha, I guess I'm only famous amongst adults… And I woke up in the kitchen, so I already know about it, but thanks. Speaking of which, got any idea what's going on?"
"Nope," he stated matter-of-factly. "I'm guessing whoever summoned us here hasn't arrived yet? I mean, I am a little late."
"No, they haven't. Anyways - ah!"
Shou had accidentally sent the ball flying straight towards Tsudaka. It missed her ear by centimetres. As expected, she marched up to Tsuniko.
"Hey, what are you thinking?!" This time, however, she didn't grab him by the collar, since they were practically the same size.
"Heh, sorry, Shun-chan!"
"Wha-? Don't call me Shun-chan!" she said through gritted teeth.
"Tsudaka-chan, then?"
"More like Tsudaka-sama! You've got to treat me with some respect, okay? Or at least Tsudaka-san!"
"Hey," Tsuniko replied, amused, "I just realized that our names are super similar. Shun, Shou. Tsudaka, Tsuniko. Coincidence? I think not."
"Okay," the tall girl said, "you're crazy." And she walked off, displeased. The soccer player gave a little salute and chased after her. Or maybe he was going to get his ball?
"Great, we've got our first lover-boy," Imai affirmed with a sigh, once again somehow beside me.
"Gah! Will you stop that? Please, Imai-san!"
Imai simply laughed and put both hands on my cheeks, pressing them together so I was doing a fish-face. "Oh, you're such a cutie-wootie."
"Stop it… Mnmn..."
Imai completely ignored me but after a moment she got bored and moved on to Cho, who gladly accepted the treatment. Imai repeatedly mentioned Cho's cuteness, to me, which I grudgingly acknowledged.
"Where are the others?" Tsudaka complained loudly, glaring at her watch. "They're late. I can't stand late people. You," she said, pointing at me and I silently wondered why she was picking on me, "go see if you can find anyone. Go, as quickly as possible, don't dillydally!"
"Yes mom," I said, but not loud enough for her to hear. I had to admit, I was also getting a little impatient as to figure out what the hell was going on.
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I dashed around the corridors, entering every room I could, until finally I found a room in which I could see a sleeping figure. It was a girl, and thank goodness. It would be extremely awkward waking up a boy.
"H-hey," I said, nervously prodding her, "wake up." She didn't wake up however, so I started shaking her. After a moment, she sleepily opened her eyes and yawned.
"O..oh! Sorry!"
"Nah, that's fine…" I stood by as I waited for her to properly wake up, fix her hair and smooth out her clothes. Soon, she turned back to me with small smile.
"Eheh… well, I guess I better introduce myself. I'm Masuya Fukui, and really, I'm here thanks to pure luck…"
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Report Card:
Name: Masuya Fukui
Gender: Female
Height: 164 cm | Weight: 46 kg
Birthday: May 13
Blood type: O
Likes: Cats, Greek food
Hates: Tennis
Title: Super High School Level Good Luck
About: A normal high school girl who ended up at Hope's Peak Academy thanks to the annual lottery. She's a little better than the average girl, though - she gets mostly good grades, and is quite decent physically. She plays volleyball, which she loves, and is very good at it. She is the captain of her team, and they have made it to the regionals a number of times. She also plays the flute.
Appearance: She has straight black hair to just above her waist which is often worn in a high ponytail, held by a red scrunchie. She has green-blue eyes and some freckles around her nose. Her physique is slim and fit. She wears a white shirt with leopard-print ¾ sleeves under a cardigan with a similar pattern, black tracksuit pants, white ankle socks, and black and green sneakers. She also has a silver bracelet on her right arm.
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Masuya's coffee order:
A cappuccino
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"It's nice to meet you. I'm Sora Hayashi, SHSL Barista."
"Oh yeah," she said, nodding a little, "I read about you. You're so cool!"
I could feel myself blushing. "Um.. thanks." But it sounded like a question.
"So, um, what's…?"
"I wish I knew myself. We were supposed to gather at the gym at 7 o'clock. Accidentally, I glanced at the clock which read 7:12. Fukui followed my glance.
"Oh dear! Better go then, huh? Do you know the way?"
"Yeah, I just came from there."
We walked back with a little small talk. When we entered the gym, Masuya went to meet the others, apologizing repeatedly for not waking up on time, and I saw the last, the sixteenth student.
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Report Card
Name: Taiki Sato
Height: 157 cm | Weight: 55 kg
Birthday: September 24
Blood type: O
Likes: The smell of books and rubber
Hates: cars, P.E.
Title: Super High School Level Bookworm
About: A boy who prefers books to real people. Because he is always so caught up in the world of fiction and literature, he often forgets about the real world alltogether. He also tends to push everyone away. Books are good enough
Appearance: A relatively short boy with washed-out burgundy hair, black eyes and glasses. He wears a dark green jumper over a black long-sleeve tee, army pants and slip-on black ankle boots (the ones worn by boys). He is constantly holding a book of some sort.
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Taiki's coffee order:
…
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It was at that moment that a strange, almost chilling voice rang out.
"Mic test, mic test! Is this thing on?"
There was a loud, high pitched note as the microphone (or whatever) was adjusted, and we all simultaneously clamped our hands over our ears. After a moment, it stopped.
"Well, I see you're all here! You all got to know each other, yeah? Time to get this party started! Upupupu… Geeahahahaha!"
Survivors: 16
A/N: Well, that's the introductions over and done with! Sorry about this, I'm not really happy with this chapter and the sheer amount of lines I put in. I hope you like the idea of the Report Cards! I based it off SDR2, if you didn't notice, hehe...
Anyways, I'm sure you all know who is going to make their appearance next... Please review! I love reviews!