Authors note: Hey guys and girls, I'm back with another chapter. First off, let me just say THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH for all the support of this story. 85 favorites and 113 followers... I never thought I'd even get close to that much. Anyways, review and enjoy :-).

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Luck worked in mysterious ways. One day you can find a ten dollar bill and think you are the luckiest person alive, the next day you drop your phone in the toilet after using the bathroom. Nobody knows this better than class seventy seven's ultimate lucky student, Nagito Komaeda. The boy's luck has put him through several situations, both good and bad. When he was young, he was kidnapped by a man who mistakenly thought of him as the son of an extremely wealthy family. While sending time inside the sack the man hid him in, Komaeda found a lottery ticket. When his kidnapper let him go, realizing Komaeda was not the boy he was after, he found out the ticket had the current winning lottery numbers. To Komaeda, his luck was like a double edged sword, it could either help him immensely, or it could lead to the pain and suffering of him and anyone else who happened to be in the same location as the white haired boy.

While Komaeda has managed to accomplish many incredible feats, the one most significant to him was being offered a spot in Hopes Peak Academy's main course. Every year, Hopes Peak hosted a lottery where they would place the names of all the 'normal' high school students nationwide and pick a name at random. The person picked will have the honor of attending the prestigious school as the ultimate lucky student. This is exactly what happened to Komaeda.

Though he refused the offer at first, he eventually decided to attend Hopes Peak for one reason, for the sake of hope. Komaeda had an unhealthy obsession with the topic, always attempting to spread hope wherever he went. Sadly, due to his…unique personality, his efforts did little to spread hope to the mass. This time, he believed things would be different. He would be attending classes with the most talented students in the nation. If he could raise their hope, Komaeda reckoned the 'untalented' people of the world would follow the path themselves, seeing how the talented students were admired by everyone in Japan.

Unfortunately, during the first month of school, he made little progress. Due to the diversity of his classmates, most of them barley talked to one another, almost all of them not even bothering to show up to classes. While Komaeda tried to raise their hopes, the other students immediately shut down any of his ideas. If anything, he creeped them out with his nonstop rambling about hope. However, the second month is when everything began to change. Two additional people were added to the class, one of them being Chisa Yukizome, class seventy seven's new homeroom teacher. The young woman attempted to raise everyone's hope by convincing them to attend all of their classes. While Komaeda thought the idea was good in theory, it did very little but cause the destruction of a classroom. He did give her props for trying though.

The second addition of the class on the other hand, was someone who caught the interest of the ultimate lucky student. This person happened to be Hajime Hinata, the newest student to his class. When he first met Hinata at the vending machine, he knew there was something special about the boy. His theory was confirmed the next day when Hinata managed to unite the entire class through the use of simple video games. As Komaeda watched his classmates play, he noticed that by playing these games, the entire class was becoming closer to one another. Bonds between students who rarely spoke to one another were being born. He also noticed Tsumiki, the girl afraid of anything, seemed to be extremely comfortable around Hinata. The boy with the huge ahoge was able to install more hope into his classmates in one day than Komaeda was able to in a month. To him, the feat was more impressive than any other he's ever heard about. As such, he felt really lucky to have met such a boy.

"Who are you Hinata?" Komaeda whispered to himself as he laid down on his bed. Like Kuzuryuu, the lucky student also lived in the school. "What is you're true talent? Whatever it is, I need to know. After all, you've managed to instill hope into our classmates at such a quick pace. Mark my words, I will find out your talent someday. Hope needs to be spread and you're going to help me..."

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Making his way through the reserve course building for the second time in a day, Hinata quickly glanced at each classroom's number, looking for a specific one. While still in the main course building, Mr. Kirigiri managed to spot him as he began to leave the building at the end of the day. After asking him several questions, Mr. Kirigiri asked him to deliver some textbooks to a certain classroom in the reserve course, seeing as the boy knows the place better than most of the main course faculty. Not wanting to get on his bad side, Hinata decided to take on the task, which he was currently doing now.

After finding the correct classroom and dropping off the books, he began to head towards the exit before hearing the shouts of two girls. Curiosity taking over him, Hinata made his way towards the source of the shouting. Upon finding said source, he was somewhat surprised to see Natsumi and Sato engaging in another heated argument. Granted, based on the events from earlier, Hinata could easily assume there has been bad blood between the two of them for quite a while so it should have not been surprising at all. Still, Hinata could not believe they would waist time after school going at each other's throats. Hiding behind a corner, Hinata began to listen to their conversation, ready to intervene if necessary. After all, Natsumi was a Yakuza. If she was anything like a stereotypical gang member, she would have no problem with trying to kill Sato.

"I'm only going to say this one more time, but stay away from Mahiru!" Sato told Natsumi in an aggressive manner, referring to Koizumi by her first name.

"Aw, how cute. Koizumi can't stand up to me so she sends her little lap dog" Natsumi responded with a snicker. "I knew she was afraid of me, and you should be as well. After all, I'm part of the biggest baddest gang in all of Japan. There is no way talentless trash such as yourself could beat me."

"…Then what are you?" Sato asked her.

"Huh?"

"If you're as big as you claim to be, then why are you in the reserve course? If you were really better than me, you'd be in the main course with your brother. So then why are you here? The answer is, you're not at the level of an ultimate. You're 'trash' like all of us here at the reserve course. Mahiru is, and will always be better than you."

"…" Natsumi stood silently for a few seconds, shocked by Sato's speech before replying. "I'm going get rid of her. I'm going to make sure she will no longer be able to attend this school anymore. When that happens, I'm going to be in the main course, just you watch."

"Leave her alone!" Sato shouted, Natsumi's threat angering her to the point where she was about to punch the gangster. Seeing Sato curling up her fist, Hinata dashed towards her, restraining the reserve course student before she did anything drastic.

"Sato stop!" Hinata shouted as he pulled her back. "She isn't worth it." After struggling for a bit, Sato began to calm down.

"You're right. She isn't" Sato told him. Glancing at the two of them for a second, Natsumi took this as her cue to leave. Giving the girl a worried look, Hinata released Sato and went after the female Yakuza, not wanting bad to happen.

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After a few minutes of trying to track Natsumi down, Hinata eventually found her in one of the various hallways, looking at the main course building from one to the windows. Noticing the boy's arrival, Natsumi turned around and glared at him.

"What do you want?" She asked aggressively.

"Listen, I know now is a bad time, but you should really stop picking on Koizumi and Sato" Hinata told her. "If you don't, then you'll probably get kicked out of the reserve course and loose any chance of getting into the main course."

"…I don't care" Natsumi told him, tears forming around her eyes. "I don't need to be in the reserve course in order to enter the main course. I'm the ultimate little sister, I can easily get into the main course!"

"Ultimate little sister?" Hinata asked, clearly confused by her self proclaimed title.

"Yea, ultimate little sister. Due to my brother being the head of the Yakuza gang, that makes me the ultimate little sister. As such, I need to get into the main course to prove this to him. I don't want to get left behind."

"So that's what's making her act the way she is" Hinata thought to himself. "She's afraid of being left behind by her brother."

"Do you think he feels that way?" Hinata asked her.

"Huh?" Natsumi replied, startled by his question.

"Do you believe that if you don't get into the main course, he'll just toss you to the side?"

"What kind of question is that?" Natsumi asked.

"Tell me, how much do you love your brother?"

"Tch, he's annoying, loud and bossy" Natsumi explained. "But even then, I love him, a lot. He's the only person I consider truly family."

"What about your parents?" Hinata asked.

"They've always been too busy to really bond with me and Fuyuhiko" Natsumi grumbled.

"Oh…anyways, your brother cares for you deeply" Hinata informed her. "I was able to sense it the day when you confronted me about how I was able to get into the main course. The tone he used when asking 'what am I going to do with you' signifies that."

"How the fuck does a voice's tone tell you that?" Natsumi asked him, skeptical.

"If you don't believe me, then why not ask him about how much he cares for you? I feel like you're underestimating how much he loves you. From what I could tell, he will never leave you behind, even if you're just a reserve course student. If you're still intending to get into the main course, then show them why you're the ultimate little sister instead of bullying people. If they see this, then you're almost guaranteed a spot in the main course."

"Tch…I guess you're right" Natsumi told him, though with a bit of doubt in her voice. "You're pretty good at making others feel better. Are you the ultimate psychologist or something?"

Hinata shook his head. "No. To be honest, that seems like a pretty stressful job. But just remember what I told you, Kuzuryuu does care for you."

"Yeah yeah" Natsumi grumbled. "Could you leave? I want to be alone right now."

Giving her a small nod of understanding, Hinata left the Yakuza alone with her thoughts.

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The next day, Sato made her way to the reserve course's music room. When she arrived at school, she found a note in her locker, telling her to meet the writer in the music room. Upon entering, she was shocked to see it was Natsumi who wrote the letter.

"What do you want?" Sato growled, immediately wary of anything Natsumi has planned.

"…Its over."

"What's over?"

"This feud between us" Natsumi informed her. "It's over."

"After all the shit you've put Koizumi and I though, you're just suddenly going to back down, this seems totally suspicious. Why the hell should I trust you?"

"Tch, you don't need to." Natsumi replied. "But from now on, I'm going to focus my time on getting into the main course so I can be with my brother."

"What's with the sudden change of mind?" Sato asked her, still wary.

"A certain boy with a huge ahoge managed to help me get my head straight" Natsumi told her as she began walking towards the exit of the music room. "Now if you excuse me, I need to show Hopes Peak that I'm better than all of you." With that, she left the music room. Glancing at Natsumi, Sato decided to head back to class herself. While Natsumi seemed sincere when calling the rivalry off, Sato decided to keep an eye on her just in case Natsumi was lying. The last thing she wanted was for her friend to get hurt.

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Thirty minutes after Natsumi's confrontation with Sato, Hinata began to make his way to class himself. However, as he approached his homeroom, he was stopped by a certain ultimate gangster.

"Yo" Kuzuryuu greeted. "I heard about what you did for my little sister. Thanks."

"Uh, you're welcome?"

"No, seriously, thank you. Her obsession with getting into the main course was out of control. It's good to have my little sister back."