Kyoko Kirigiri frowned as she looked at the classroom clock. Their homeroom teacher was supposed to arrive at class ten minutes early so he could pass off some documents to her about her new case without anyone knowing. It was now only five minutes before class started. He was cutting it close.

"Oh my god, I can't believe Sayaka Maizono is in our class. Do you think I have a shot with her?"

"I bet that ultimate soldier thinks she's so tough. But if I had my gang with me, she wouldn't seem so haughty."

"Oh my goodness, Byakuya is looking at me, I can't believe it."

"Hey Sakura, do you mind if we team up during gym? If we play together in water and ground sports I bet we'll be unbeatable."

Although, based on the constant chatter that has been going on for the past twenty minutes of her classmates, that was probably not going to be likely anyway. She scanned her classmates for the next three years.

Many of the students she'd seen in news articles or in her preliminary research of the school and this class. Only two people had some missing information that raised some questions in Kyoko's mind. Junko Enoshima, and Hajime Hinata. While everyone had news articles talking about them, Junko's stood out. The main difference between her articles was that when interviewed herself, as well as her PR head, it was never stated the talent she was brought to the school for. While everyone assumed and suggested it had something to do with fashion or her influence in pop culture, it was never outright stated. Junko was in a slightly more modest version of her "iconic" outfit and was slamming her forehead into the desk repeatedly. Kyoko was pretty sure (hoped) it was out of boredom.

Hajime's "secret" on the other hand was just a little more obscure, and possibly less intentional than Junko's was. Kyoko knew two things about him. One: He was a member of the Reserve Course last year. And two: Right before the beginning of the school year Hajime was accepted into the main course a year behind for "an educational experiment to test a suggested teaching model with the intent of increasing Hope's Peak Academy's education capabilities and opportunities" (according to the only press release Kyoko could find on this). Hajime was looking around the room, occasionally readjusting in his seat, and not engaging with anyone. "Typical signs of nervousness and uncertainty, no matter how much he seemed to be trying to play it off as standoffishness," Kyoko thought

The door slid open and all conversations ceased. Kyoko noted peripherally that Junko, Mukuro, and Hajime all perked up in their seats. The teacher (based on Kyoko's description file) stepped into the classroom. He was a short young man with spiky hair and a singular ahoge poking out from the center. He waved a sealed manila envelope as he walked in.

"So sorry I'm almost late everyone, I-" he slipped. Time slowed down to Kyoko as she watched the man fall towards the ground. Before anyone could even react, her teacher's fall completely shifted into a forward roll, and the man roughly propelled himself back up. Once he was upright he windmilled his arms to prevent his momentum from pushing him forward or down again. He rocked back on his feet a couple of times before he stabilized. The man settled into a wider stance and looked back and forth a couple of times, as if looking for something that was about to push him down again..

Kyoko's eyebrow rose despite itself. "This is the 74th Class's Ultimate Luckster?" she thought.

He looked back directly towards the class and he raised his hand in greeting. "Hello class, my name is Makoto Naegi, a previous Ultimate Lucky Student here, and I will be your teacher for this school year!"

Clap Clap Clap

Junko Enoshima's claps echoed through the empty classroom, seemingly taking the physical "performance" into stride. "Very impressive big brother," she said with a small smile. "I think that was your best recovery yet."

Kyoko's eyes widened. "What?" she thought. Junko always off-handedly mentioned she had an older brother in interviews and social media but refused to disclose who they were. Kyoko was not expecting that brother to be their teacher. And judging by the shocked expression of some of the other students they weren't expecting it either.

Makoto, awkwardly shrugged. "Mukuro and Juzo have been good at teaching me." His face became serious and direct towards Junko. "Did you take your medication today Junko?"

She looked away. "I was going to at lunch," she said.

His expression did not relent. "One in the morning, one at night. Those were the instructions Junko; take your medicine."

Junko rolled her eyes and reached into her bag to pull out a small orange bottle. "Fine." She smirked mischievously. "But just because you told me to, daddy."

Kyoko was pretty sure she could hear Hifumi fall out of his seat. Most of the class were in similar states of discomfort, shock, or jealousy. Makoto however only showed a flash of disgust before he completely ignored the comment and turned his attention to the class.

"Okay everyone!" He said in an attempt to get everyone's attention (with moderate success). "Again, I'm so sorry I almost was not on time."

Suddenly, Kiyotaka shot his hand into the air and proclaimed, "I must ask why our homeroom teacher was almost late on the first day! Are there any curriculum changes we must know about?"

Mr. Naegi shook his head. "No Mr. Ishimaru. I just had a meeting with the Headmaster and had to stop by my office to grab some papers. Speaking of which-" he turned to Kyoko and handed her the manila envelope. "-here you are Ky- Ms. Kirigiri. These should be all of the study materials you asked me about."

Kyoko smoothly accepted the envelope and placed it inside her briefcase she kept by her desk. She had to act as casually as possible, well, casual for her.

"Thank you Mr. Naegi," she said.

He nodded in acknowledgment and walked back to his desk.

"Now then, first order of business before we all introduce ourselves," he picked something off the ground, "who left this here?" he asked. Makoto held up a discarded banana peel.

Before anyone had a chance to deny or accuse, a man with wild bushy brown hair, Yasuhiro, Kyoko thought, raised his hand.

"That was me teacher dude! I foretold I had to or bad things were going to happen," he said.

Makoto easily accepted the explanation. "Ah, well then, Mr. Hagakure, I suppose we're lucky I was the only one affected by this, um, fortune?" He threw the banana peel away in the trash. "Now then, how about we go around and introduce ourselves? I'll start. My name is Makoto Naegi, you can call me Mr. Naegi or Makoto, either is fine. I was the Ultimate Luckster for the 74th class, and if you ever have a problem you can come to me, I'm always willing to help my students out."

Kiyotaka's hand shot into the air again. "My name is Kiyotaka Ishimaru! You may all call me Taka! I am the Ultimate Moral Compass! Let's all work together for our educational crusade!"

Mr. Naegi nodded. "Thank you for going first Taka."

The class went around introducing themselves and Kyoko noted anything she thought was odd. Apparently Hagakure was 20, which was concerning. And then there was an odd interaction between Mr. Naegi and Sayaka.

"My name is Sayaka Maizono. I'm the Ultimate Idol and I look forward to getting to know you all." Makoto nodded and Sayaka got a contemplative look on her face. "Please don't treat me any differently just because I remind you of someone Mr. Naegi," Sayaka said.

Makoto flinched. And then he relaxed, or at least forced his body to. "You must have an incredible intuition Sayaka," he said with an odd note of fondness.

Kyoko filed this interaction between them for later. At one point she introduced herself as the Ultimate Detective. Makoto gave her a knowing look that made Kyoko extremely self aware all of a sudden. And then there were the last three introductions.

"Hello, my name is Mukuro Ikusaba. And I," she hesitated. Her eyes flickered to Makoto who flashed her a smile of encouragement. Mukuro looked back towards the class and continued, "am the Ultimate Soldier. I hope we can work together like a unit." She turned in her seat to continue facing towards the front of the class. She looked back to Makoto who nodded, his smile wider. Mukuro averted her gaze to the window and Kyoko swore she saw the faintest signs of a blush.

Junko rolled her eyes and waved her hand apathetically. "Hello, my name is Junko Enoshima. I'm the Ultimate Analyst, and if you manage to surprise me we might become friends."

"Huh?" Aoi asked. "Analyst? Aren't you a model?"

Makoto stepped in. "Junko was able to become a fashion model in the first place through her excellent ability to absorb and analyse information. At first Hope's Peak tried to recruit her based on her fashion abilities, but when she showcased her amazing analytical skills they changed her Ultimate title."

Celestia leaned forward in her seat. "Oh?" she asked. "May I ask for a demonstration of this ability?"

Junko looked around the room and her eyes firmly locked onto Kyoko. "The envelope Kyoko received from Makoto contains details of an investigation on the Steering Committee."

"WHAT?" some student shouted. They whipped their heads to look at Kyoko for confirmation.

Kyoko looked back at Junko without reacting. After a moment she said, "I can not comment on the case I have been assigned. Client confidentiality."

Junko scoffed. "Okay, sure."

"But is it true that you have classified information? That is not okay for a student to have!" Kiyotaka said.

Makoto interrupted, "Taka, Kyoko's study materials do have to do with her talent, her detective work, and is therefore both within her rights to have as she has gotten them legally, from me, and are private. It's fine. She can be trusted even if it was information on the school."

Kiyotaka opened and closed his mouth a couple of times before he stood up, and bowed to Kyoko.

"I apologize Ms. Kirigiri! I was incorrect in my scolding," he said.

"It's okay," Kyoko said.

"While that was . . . interesting," Celeste said. "There is no way to prove your analysis was correct."

Junko shrugged. "It was the only one I was interested in making."

Makoto cleared his throat. "Now then, we have one last introduction to make. Hajime, if you would?"

Hajime turned in his seat so that he was facing the rest of the class. "Hello, my name is Hajime Hinata. I'm the Ultimate Apprentice," he said.

Byakuya raised an eyebrow. "Ultimate Apprentice? What's that supposed to mean?"

Makoto stepped in again. "Mr. Hinata is part of a test to prove the validity of an educational model I've proposed to the school. I want to prove that students as well as faculty can and should take apprentices from the Reserve Course to teach and pass off their talents to other people. I have until the midterms to prove that I can tutor him into my talent properly."

"How's that supposed to work?" Byakuya asked. "You were the Ultimate Lucky student weren't you? You can't teach luck."

Mr. Naegi gave a mysterious smile. "We'll see." He turned around. "Now then," he said. "As Hope's Peak's teaching style is much more open and nonrestrictive as you all may be used to in traditional schooling, you technically don't have to show up to class at all." He started writing everyone's name in alphabetical order from top to bottom. "However, I find that a waste of this opportunity, so for today I only have two assignments for you. The first, is for all of you to show up again tomorrow. And second," he wrote something above all the names and slightly to the right, "tell me your hope."

He turned and moved to the side to reveal a chart on the chalkboard. In a column was each student's name, and what he wrote on top was revealed to be "Hopes and Goals."

"Every single one of you has something extraordinary about you, and you all chose to come here for one reason or another. So I just want to know why you are here, so I know how I can best help you. I myself have two goals as a teacher." As he said this he began to write in the corner. "I want to support you all through your dreams and I want to give you the tools to help yourselves and others through trying times." When he finished writing he moved to reveal he wrote what he said in a more succinct form under his own name. "You may not know right now, and it may change later, but I want one answer from all of you at some time. Let's all do our best, okay?"

And then Makoto smiled so genuinely and earnestly that Kyoko was momentarily stunned by how fond he was and he cared about them. It was almost as if he was on the verge of tears from happiness and hope. Kyoko absently noted how a good number of the other students were shocked similarly.

Kiyotaka shot up from his seat and raised his fist in the air. "I'm humbled by your dedication to us Mr. Naegi! Let me return the favor and announce that my goal is to bring honor to my family name!" he shouted.

Makoto's smile faded slightly to an almost nostalgic fondness as he turned around to write it down on the board.

A few other students chimed in with their own desires. Leon wanted to become a musician. Junko wanted to not be bored. Sakura wanted to become the strongest person alive. Although a good number of students either didn't know or didn't want to say.

Suddenly the door to the classroom slammed open and a bright orange-red haired woman dressed in a bright blue skirt suit and wearing an apron.

"Chisa!" Makoto shouted in surprise. "What's going on?"

"Makoto," Chisa said. "I need your help finding your successor, the rotten orange Nagito!"

"What?" Kyoko thought.

Inspired by the many time travel fix it fics out there, I decided to do one in which there was a slight change and Makoto didn't get back the same age or at the right "time." Perspective is mostly going to be third‐person Makoto but will be switching to others, mostly Kyoko and maybe a handful of others.

Please review what you think, or if you have any questions let me know. I'll try to answer what I can in the next chapter's author's notes, whenever I get around to doing it.

Edit: Attempted to fix the prose to flow a bit better and get rid of some factual mistakes.