"You're just a regular wolves in sheep's clothing, ain't ya, Makoto!"
The currently Ultimate "Unlucky" Student (in Naegi's own opinion) was staring in open shock and mortification at the fashion model in front of him. As soon as he and Mukuro had entered the cafeteria, all of his classmates had turned then attention towards the two of them. Mondo had gazed at him with a strange look of possibly admiration, and Hifumi had beamed at him and given him an enthusiastic thumbs up with a fist that was surprisingly slender, when compared to the rest of his frame.
Then Junko had come over.
Naegi imagined the sensation as if an iron ball had deposited itself in his stomach was the same sensation a school of fish experienced when they saw a shark gliding through the water towards them, teeth bared in a grin much like the Ultimate Fashionista wore.
"N-no! I... I'm not! You have it wrong!" Naegi denied, blushing to the roots of his hair as he shook his head in denial. Apparently his classmates had assumed his declaration of friendship to Mukuro to be one of more affection than it was! ("Fuckin' shrimp really is lucky" Mondo had uttered unheard, a small sense of admiration growing for the tiny sparrow-like boy.)
"I mean, wow!" Junko continued not listening to the boy's protests, wrapping an arm around his shoulder and practically curling herself around him, much to his discomfort. "First day and you're already after my beloved big sister," she said. "Not Mukuro-chan!" she chirped, directing her gaze towards her dark-haired twin, who stood at attention and directed 100% of her attention towards the blonde, "I can't afford to be an aunt just yet! Think of the scandal in the magazines!" Junko cried, looking towards the ceiling of the cafeteria. "So be sure to have protection when your with Naegi here, okay?"
Mukuro nodded her head; he always had a combat knife, at the very least, on her at all times, but if Junko wanted her to have even more protection when around Makoto, she would make sure to carry a firearm as well.
Makoto could not say anything in his defense, despite his mouth opening and closing, only issuing inarticulate noises as he attempted to somehow wrap his mind around the situation that he had found himself in.
"Do I need to watch myself, Makoto?" Junko asked, whispering breathily in his ear, that caused a shiver to run up his spine, though it was strangely one of fear rather than arousal. "I mean, we are twins, after all... well, certain things are different," she admitted, slipping behind him and pressing her chest tightly against the boy's back. "They're a D-cup, if you're wondering," she confided. "And big sis is a C-cup."
Makoto didn't think it was possible for his face to become anymore red than it currently was, and his breath was beginning to come in sharp shallow gasps. Mukuro turned her attention towards him and frowned; he seemed to have entered into some form of shock, but he had not been injured from their trip from the classroom.
Leon was staring at the spectacle in shock, while Maizano was torn between sympathy and amusement. Naegi always had been such a sweet and shy boy, from what she could recall, and he really had no idea how to handle a girl like Junko when they put their mind to tormenting a person in such a way. It was slightly worrying to the idea that Naegi was now shaking very lightly; that couldn't be good.
"I see now," Hifumi said, pushing his glasses up on his nose as his breathing increased in an excited manner. "Yes! Mr. Naegi is obviously the protagonist and by the end of the school year all you girls will be in his harem!" He declared loudly, causing many of the students to stare at round student as if he was insane.
Sayaka could not handle hearing such a declaration being said with such a straight face and surrendered to the amusement she had been suppressing, collapsing onto the table in a fit of laughter. Makoto looked at the artist with plain and unmasked horror on his face, while Mukuro showed no reaction at the declaration. Was entering a harem a tradition for girls in high school? She knew that it was common for girls to fight each other for the attention of boys, at least.
A simple enough task except for Ogami and possibly Fukawa. She immediately began making plans on the most efficient way to eliminate the competition and complete the mission.
Junko gasped in shock! "He's right!" she cried. "He's after our virginity girls! First my big sis, and then he'll try to get beneath my skirt! And I can't remember if I put on panties today!" She announced in horror.
What followed next was Naegi's mind simply deciding to surrender any attempt to comprehend the situation his luck had landed him in, this time, and he finally passed out from hyperventilating for the past minute in and a half. This action had only drawn half the attention of the classmates, as the other half were watching as the girl dressed up like a gothic maid attempted to strangle Hifumi for even daring to utter such a profane declaration about her, but could not get her small, slender hands around his neck.
The rest of the students from the other years paid only a small amount of attention to the spectacle; such disruptions were common when you placed people who bore the title of Ultimate together and the resulting dynamic personalities clashed.
Mukuro kneeled down and took Makoto's pulse, feeling the strangle constricting sensation within her breast ease when she confirmed that he was still alive. How strange. Was she unwell? Effortlessly lifting the small boy up, she noted that he was indeed quite light, and wondered if perhaps his bones were hollow like a birds.
Placing him over his shoulder in a fireman's carry, she turned her attention to Junko, her expression obviously wondering what she should do now.
Junko rolled her eyes. "What are you waiting for!" she said, crossing her arms. "Take your little boyfriend to the nurse, obviously!" she said.
Mukuro nodded, turned on her heel, and made her way to the infirmary with her patient. She was rather glad at hearing her sisters words: Makoto was indeed male, and Junko had confirmed that he was, in fact, her friend.
Mukuro had never had a friend before. The closet was Matsuda from when she was younger, but he had been more Junko's friend than hers.
She would have to study up on the subject of friendship if she wanted to succeed in her mission.
And harems, she need to research for the coming battle, as well.
Hifumi watched this, smiling! Mr. Makoto was a skilled player (in more ways than one!) of the game, indeed! To have tripped a relationship flag with a girl of Ms. Ikusaba's archetype and then force a event path that lead to her taking care of him-he truly was the Ultimate Luck!
He decided he probably should attempt a bit harder to stop Ms. Ludenberg from choking him-her metal talon-like ring was digging rather painfully into his neck, after all.