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Now that I had talked to the delinquent, I figured the worst was over. I turned away from Sayaka and found myself face-to-face with a boy with the biggest eyebrows I had ever seen. "Whoa there, pal!" I said, taking a few steps back. "Ever heard of personal space?" The boy shifted uncomfortably and pulled at his jacket's drawstrings.

"Sorry. My name is Kiyotaka Ishimaru, Super High School Level Swimmer!"

I knew who he was, but only because of Mukuro. She kept a small picture of him (along with a few other athletes, but Kiyotaka Ishimaru was the only one her age) on the wall by her bed in our shared bedroom. She insisted to watch any race with him participating -actually, any segment on the tv featuring him. It was a little creepy how much she idolized him, but he was a major inspiration to her, having won silver in the Olympics, so I didn't say anything about it. I knew she must've been ecstatic to find out that he was coming to Hope's Peak with us.

I tried to make a good impression on him. "Hi, I'm Junko Enoshima, Super High School Level Good Luck. It's nice to meet you, Kiyotaka."

"Our feelings are mutual, Enoshima! Please, call me Ishimaru! Let's strive to do our best here at the academy!"

"Um," I said, a little taken aback by the formality, "you can just call me Junko, if you want."

Ishimaru clenched his fist. "Very well, then! I'll move onto the next introduction now. I'll see you around, Junko!" I smiled awkwardly as he strode off. He was nice enough, but a little... eccentric. I shrugged it off and walked over to the brown haired boy who had meekly harassed (if you could even call it a harassment) me about being late earlier.

"Hey, I'm Junko Enoshima, Super High School Level Good Luck. Sorry about being late earlier, I really don't know what went wrong!"

He smiled at me. "It's fine, honest mistake. Just make sure you're punctual next time! I'm Makoto Naegi, hall monitor. Call me Naegi, everyone else does."

"Naegi it is, then." I said. Naegi looked down at a watch on his wrist and stared at it. I stood there, waiting to see if he would say anything. Finally, I broke the silence. "Uh, Naegi? Are you in there?" I teased. He looked up at me.

"Oh! Sorry. I was just timing our introduction. I don't want it to go overtime, y'know?"

"I... I see..."
He nodded and looked down at his watch again. "Ah! It's time to go meet someone else. It was nice to meet you, Junko, catch you later!" He hurriedly bowed and rushed off.

I watched him rush off. He sure was in a hurry to be punctual.

Strange guy. Lucky he's cute.

"Who's lucky he's cute?" Someone said behind me. I whipped my head around. A girl with long, purple hair was looking at me with a smirk. "Um, what?" I said.

"Nothing. I'm Kyouko Kirigiri. Psychic."

"Psychic? Like, like palm reading and stuff like that?"

She shook her head. "No, not like that."

"What kind is it, then?"

She paused for a minute. "I... can't remember."

I nodded. I didn't want to question it - she was visibily distressed. "Well, it's nice to meet you Kirigiri. Um, I mean, Kyouko."

"You can call me Kirigiri if you want. It's fine."

"Oh, thanks. I hope I don't offend you by saying this, but I think Kirigiri has more of a ring to it!"

Kirigiri smiled and walked off without a word.

Next up was the writer, Celestia Ludenberg. "Hello. I am Celestia Ludenberg, Celes for short. I am the Super High School Level Literacy Girl. And you are?"

"I'm Junko Enoshima, Super High School Level Good Luck. Hey, is Celestia Ludenberg your real name? I mean, you're Japanese, right?"

She looked at me for a minute, before replying, "Of course it's my real name. Is Junko Enoshima your real name?"

I gulped. She wasn't onto me, was she? "No, no, it's my real name! I was just wondering, y'know, because I thought it might be a pen name or something."

Celes folded her hands prettily under her chin and smiled. "Alright, then. I'll take my leave, it looks like someone wants to talk to you."

I turned around and spotted... Aoi Asahina?!

Wanting to talk to me?!

"Hi there, I'm Aoi Asahina, the idol! Let's be friends!" She said. Now, while Mukuro was a fan of Ishimaru, I was practically in love with Aoi. I had numerous posters of her up in next to my bed. Poor Mukuro had to listen to me singing terribly along to her songs as I did my homework.

I tried to compose myself.

"I'm Junko, Junko Enoshima, Super High School Level Good Luck - it's an honor to meet you, Aoi! I love your songs."

"Thanks!"

"Hey, don't you think it's a little weird about all this? All of the bolted down windows, and stuff?"

Aoi paused for a minute. "Yeah... but I'm sure it'll be fine. I bet it's just some weird orientation thing!"

I sighed. "I sure hope you're right."