There's a crowd of three students at the front of the line - all boys - and it looks like they're the ones causing a ruckus. The first two appear to be arguing about something while the third one, the smallest of the three, is trying to shout over them to ask the cafeteria staff for some food.

They're so loud. God I hope they're not in my class.

I pull out my PDA and open the Registered Classmates tab.

...

Only fourteen more classmates to find. And who knows how many more members of Class 80th there are to meet?

God I hope none of them are those boys.

Both Kasumi and I are getting increasingly irritated at the increasing volume of the cafeteria and the boys. It doesn't help that people keep leaving the line because of them which is only bringing us closer to the boys.

The shortest one (the one who just wants a waffle) is a boy with tanned skin and simple, average length brown hair with matching brown eyes. Despite his short and skinny stature, he appears to have a bit of muscle that's beefing up his frame a bit. Along with his uniform, he's wearing black and white sneakers. He also has a keychain dangling off of his belt - I can't make out what it is from here.

The second tallest one (the first of the two boys who're arguing) has a toned body and darkly tanned skin. His wavy dark blonde hair rests just above his shoulders and has black roots coming through. He also has bangs. Like everyone else, the blond is wearing his uniform. He also has a purple handkerchief with little cows all over it tied around his neck.

The tallest one of three (the second of the two boys who're arguing) has light skin and has a slightly toned body. He has brown hair a bit longer than Cow Handkerchief's and he has green eyes. He's wearing the school uniform although he's discarded the blazer and has the sleeves of his white undershirt rolled up to his elbows. His accessory of choice is a mint green handkerchief tied on his head.

As Kasumi and I get closer to the front of the line, I can make out more of what they're arguing about.

"I just want a waffle-" Keychain tries but Cow Handkerchief interrupts him.

"Please, Ken, I insist." Cow Handkerchief says to Mint Handkerchief.

Mint Handkerchief, Ken, shakes his head and gestures at the serving dish beside them with a smile. "And I insist that you and Shiro take the last two." he says to Cow Handkerchief.

I lean over the last few people in front of me to get a better look at the serving tray and it's-

It's waffles.

All of their arguing and it's about who should have the last two waffles.

Full of annoyance and hangriness, I step out of line and approach the three boys: Ken, Shiro, and Cow Handkerchief. I push past them and grab the tongs from the serving tray. I take one waffle and put it one on Shiro's plate. I take the fork off of Ken's plate and use it to help me tear the other waffle in two. I leave one half on his plate, put the other on Cow Handkerchief's plate, and shove all three of them out of the line. And without a word, I go back to standing beside Kasumi.

The three boys look utterly confused as to what just happened but I honestly don't care - I want my damn breakfast.


"Those three boys," the man says. "They're participants in the game as well, right?" he asks.

The woman nods. "Kensuke Oishi, Hitoshi Kimidori, and Toshiro Haruki." she says. "Oishi bears the sins of Envy and Wrath, Kimidori bears the sins of Envy and Gluttony, and Haruki bears the sins of Pride and Wrath." she says. "They've been judged to have two sins but the boss was fine with sharing theirs with us." she mumbles.

The man sighs. "I don't get why he's keeping Sugawara and Delvina to himself either," he says. "But all in due time, right?"

"Right."


I ignore the amused look on Kasumi's face as I angrily stab at my breakfast. "Just wanted some food to make me happy and those idiots made me wait longer for a stupid waffle." I mumble, annoyed. "Can't get sleep, can't find those stupid lockers without falling a million times, and I can't get breakfast without being assaulted physically and mentally."

"Stop being angy and drink your choccy milk, baby raccoon." Kasumi says in a terrible baby voice.

"I-" I stop, giving her a weird look. "Did you just call me a baby raccoon…?"

"Yeah!" Kasumi beams. She gestures at the bottom of her eyes, "Because you have black circles under your eyes and you haven't stopped talking about food since we met!" she says proudly, as if that were the greatest nickname of all time.

Well, to her credit it's more creative than the three year old calling me Red.

"I will stab you with this fork."

"You know, after watching you get folded by a door, I don't really find you intimidating anymore, baby raccoon." Kasumi says, sticking her tongue out at me.

I roll my eyes and drink my chocolate milk in silence, glaring at Kasumi the entire time.

"Are you gonna look at me like that for the rest of breakfast?" Kasumi asks, throwing a piece of her hashbrown at me.

Unfortunately for me and my chocolate milk, she throws it as I'm placing it back down on the table and it lands right in my poor chocolate milk. I stare at my cup in horror, looking between it and Kasumi incredulously.

Kasumi, for her part, looks a bit guilty.

"This friendship is canceled." I deadpan.

"It was an acciden - wait, you considered us friends too?"

"Not anymore, you damn gremlin."

"But-"

"And just when I was about to give you my forgiveness for not helping me to the locker room."

"I-"

"Excuse us, ladies." a vaguely familiar voice says from beside us.

Kasumi and I turn towards the sound of the voice, both of our faces dropping when we're met with the three boys from the breakfast line.

Cow Handkerchief flinches when he sees the looks on our faces. "I told you they would still be mad." he says to the tallest one, Ken.

Keychain, Shiro, if I remember correctly, puts his hand on his chest, looking at us earnestly. "I want you to know I had nothing to do with them holding up the line." he proclaims. "They wouldn't let me grab a waffle-"

"Toshi and I were in front of you, it's impolite!" Ken insists.

"Guys, you're just making them angrier." Cow Handkerchief, 'Toshi' says, wincing when he glances back at Kasumi's and I's unimpressed faces. "Just shut up and apologize."

Ken nods quickly, "Right, right." he says and bows. "I'm terribly sorry for the inconvenience we caused." he apologizes.

"I'm sorry too." Toshi says, bowing along with him. "And like Shiro said, he doesn't have any fault in this so please don't be mad at him."

"Fine, whatever." I say and return to looking sadly at my tainted chocolate milk.

Kasumi sighs and smiles at the boys. "It's fine, I guess. And don't mind the racoon, she's just grumpy about her chocolate milk."

I flip her off in response and as before, Kasumi is unfazed by my general unpleasantness.

I wonder what it'll take to get her to crack?

"Right, well, do you two happen to be in Class 80-A by any chance? We're trying to register all of our classmates to see if that'll trigger some message in the PDA." Ken says.

I roughly drop my head against the table, face planting next to my plate of food.

...Can this day get any worse? First I get cursed with not one, but two evil gremlin people, I get assaulted by a door not once, but twice, then Kasumi assaults my chocolate milk, and now these annoying ass boys are in 80-A too.

"Sugawara…" Kasumi says gently, poking my head. Wordlessly, I reach into my pocket and pull out my PDA, handing it to her. "Thank you."

I turn my head to the side, watching as Kasumi hands my PDA to the tall one first. He notices me looking and smiles politely. "Hey there, I'm Kensuke Oishi, the Ultimate Caregiver, but feel free to call me Onii-chan, haha..." he trails off, his smile turning a bit embarrassed and awkward when I don't laugh. "F-Feel free to call me Ken, by the way." he says, tapping our PDAs together before handing it to...Toshi?

The second tallest one smiles cheerfully, "Hey, nice to meet you. My name's Hitoshi Kimidori and I was accepted into Hope's Peak as the Ultimate Rancher. You can call me Toshi." he introduces himself. "Ever milked a cow before?"

"I'm a bookbinder." I deadpan.

Whatever God or Goddess out there is listening, can I please just eat my breakfast in peace?

"R-Right…" Hitoshi says, clearing his throat awkwardly and hands my PDA to the shortest one.

"Hi there! I'm Toshiro Haruki, the Ultimate Toymaker, but you can call me Shiro!" he introduces himself. Remembering the keychain that I couldn't see clearly before, I glance down at his belt to find that it's a little teddy bear. That makes sense. "I hope we can get along!" Toshiro says, handing me back my PDA.

While the boys repeat the process with Kasumi, I look over their information. Toshiro's information is still displayed on the screen.

Name Toshiro Haruki

Height 5 ft. 1 in. (155 cm.) | Weight 98 lbs. (44 kg.)

Chest 28 in. (71 cm.) | Blood Type O+

D.O.B. May 10 | Age 18

Likes Toys, candy, card games

Dislikes Bugs, scary movies, vegetables

Ultimate Toymaker

Goddamn he's small. And I guess his likes make sense. He definitely seems like the least annoying out of the three, Hitoshi and Kensuke seem too nice.

I scroll to the next one.

Name Hitoshi Kimidori

Height 5 ft. 6 in. (168 cm.) | Weight 142 lbs. (64 kg.)

Chest 31 in. (80 cm.) | Blood Type B-

D.O.B. May 4 | Age 17

Likes Chocolate milk, rain, rice cakes

Dislikes Big corporations, billionaires, too much sun

Ultimate Rancher

Ha! He likes chocolate milk too and he's older than me. Suck on that Kasumi.

And last but not least…

Name Kensuke Oishi

Height 5 ft. 9 in. (175 cm.) | Weight 148 lbs. (67 kg.)

Chest 31 in. (80 cm.) | Blood Type O+

D.O.B. February 26 | Age 18

Likes Taking care of children, playing with toys, childish people

Dislikes People who aren't grateful for their families, burnt food, reality TV

Ultimate Caregiver

He likes taking care of children and he likes childish people, huh?

I smirk as I lift my head up to look at the girl across from me. "Hey, Kasu-"

Kasumi throws another piece of her hashbrown at me, this time hitting me right in the middle of my forehead.

"Shut it, raccoon. I know what you were gonna say."

I huff as I take a napkin and wipe the grease from my forehead and my hair. "You know Kasumi, I could be allergic to potatoes." I say. "You could be killing me right now."

Kasumi raises an eyebrow. "Are you?" she asks.

"Well, no, but my point still stands."

"Well do you see my point?" Kasumi asks.

I look at her in confusion. Did I miss something she said?

Not a second later am I slapped with the remains of Kasumi's hashbrown.

My jaw drops as I stare at Kasumi in disbelief. The silence of our table is filled with Kasumi's howls of laughter - even the boys were shocked into silence. "D-Do you see m-my point now!?" Kasumi says in between fits of laughter.

The hashbrown slowly slides down my face leaving a disgusting trail of oil behind it until it flops onto the table.

Toshiro gulps, a nervous bead of sweat sliding down his face. "Oh no." he says quietly.

Hitoshi smiles nervously, stuffing his PDA back in his pocket and slowly moving to pull mine and Kasumi's attention away from each other. "Now now, ladies, let's not make a scene on the first day-"

Wordlessly, I pick up the nearby bottle of syrup, drown one of my pancakes, pick it up, and throw it right at Kasumi's face. Kasumi doesn't even have a chance to react before Ken the Caregiver throws the entire cafeteria into chaos:

"FOOOOOOD FIIIIIIGHT!" Kensuke declares, a look of absolute joy on his face.

I repeat Toshiro's words from earlier: "Oh no."


This is not how I wanted to make my first impression on the Headmaster. In fact, I was hoping to keep our meetings to a minimum. But I guess that's not going to happen.

Fortunately the staff was able to reel everyone in record time. Unfortunately, those damn snitches pointed the finger at us - us being myself, Kasumi, Hitoshi, Kensuke, and Toshiro - and now we're waiting to speak with the Headmaster while our breakfast sticks to our clothes and hair and drips onto the floor.

"This is your fault." Hitoshi whispers harshly to Ken.

Kensuke smiles apologetically. "Sorry, I just - it seemed like a fun idea at the time." he says.

Toshiro rolls his eyes, anger clearly present on his face. He lets out a shaky breath, visibly trying to keep his cool. "I can't say I'm happy about being covered in other people's food…" he shivers. "...their sticky, oily, half eaten food...but…" Toshiro sighs and smiles tiredly. "I guess it was kind of fun." he admits, turning to Ken.

Kensuke beams. "See? I knew there was still a kid somewhere in there." he says, poking at Toshiro's chest.

Hitoshi grumbles, slouching unhappily and crossing his arms. "I'm glad you had fun," he says. "I for one am not excited about getting in trouble when the first day of school hasn't even started."

Hitoshi has a point. The day hasn't even begun and five members of 80-A have already gotten in trouble. This isn't going to bode well for our class' reputation. Hopefully the other members of our class aren't too mad at us…

Kasumi nudges my side, an apologetic smile on her face as well. "I'm sorry too, Sugawara." she apologizes. "I know I can be a bit much sometimes but-"

"Sora." I say, interrupting her.

Kasumi blinks, looking at me in confusion. "Huh?"

"Sora." I repeat and mimic Hitoshi's pose. "Just call me Sora. Sugawara is a mouthful, isn't it?"

Kasumi blinks again, processing the information silently as she stares at me with bewildered eyes. Then she beams, grinning from ear to ear. I nearly take back what I said when she throws herself at me, tackling me into a hug that I can't at all appreciate because of the breakfast covering us from head to toe.

"Alright! Sora it is!" Kasumi says happily.

Ken speaks up from behind me as I try to pry Kasumi off of me. "What about us-?"

"You three are dead to me." I deadpan.

"I-I didn't even do anything!" Toshiro protests.

Hitoshi doesn't get a chance to voice his opinion because the door to the Headmaster's Office finally opens, silencing us, and revealing a very made-up tall girl.

Behind her is Headmaster Makoto Naegi. His face has been plastered all over the news ever since The Tragedy ended and - well - we all saw him in the Killing School Life broadcasts.

Headmaster Nagei seems a bit taller now but he's still pretty short for a grown man. His spiky, desaturated brown hair looks shorter than what I remember from the broadcasts but of course his ahoge is still prominent as ever. His eyes look a bit lighter than Komaru's but I can definitely see the resemblance. He's wearing a plain black suit and beige tie.

"Very well, Candace." Mr. Naegi says. "You're not in too much trouble, like I said, just a day of detention." he says.

Candace nods and smiles awkwardly at Mr. Naegi. "I know, I know." she says with a half-hearted laugh. "I just get a bit heated when people talk about the LGBTQ community with that kind of disrespect. I do appreciate you axing that kid's enrollment here, though."

"Of course." Mr. Naegi says with a smile. "We don't tolerate any kind of discrimination here."

Candace nods. "I appreciate that." she repeats. "I'll try to keep the screaming to a minimum from now on." she says. It's only when she turns to leave that she notices the five of us sitting there. She gawks at our appearance and I don't blame her. "What in the world happened to you all?"

One look at her tells me that she's an international student but hearing her speak, she's far more confident and fluent in her Japanese than Luan. While one of the others explains the whole food fight and the events leading up to it, I take the chance to study the international student.

Candace is a tall girl with light brown skin, chestnut eyes, and a statuesque figure. She doesn't have many curves; instead she's more slender and leggy. She has long brown hair with blonde highlights styled into a frizzy, large, mane-like afro. She also has a rather beaky, distinct nose. Candace also has quite a lot of makeup on: brown eyeshadow, (I'm not sure if this is the right word for it but I think I read about this in a magazine I fixed up for my mother once) she's contoured her face and neck with makeup, has on a pink blush, and wears a purple lip gloss with her lips overdrawn to make them look bigger. She also has on golden hoop earrings, bangles, and acrylic nails. Like the rest of us, Candace here has already changed into her Hope's Peak uniform - however she's forgone the blazer and has the first top couple of buttons undone.

...It all seems like a bit much for the first day of school if you ask me. But I won't judge, her makeup and what she chooses to dress like is none of my business.

The subject in question pulls me out of my thoughts with a very loud squeal that gives me the beginnings of a headache. I slouch even further, rubbing my temples.

"You two are just the cutest! Please tell me you're in Class 80-A - oh who am I kidding, even if you're not, I really hope we can be friends!" Candace says, looking at Kasumi and I expectantly. When we only stare back at her with dumbfounded looks, Candace seems to interpret it as something else and she stands back, striking a pose. "That's right, honey. From the House of Opulence, the Diva has arrived! The name's Candace Opulence, don't forget it."

Kasumi is the first one to recover and she smiles kindly at Candace. "I'm Kasumi Yuan, it's nice to meet you!" she says. "I'd give you a hug but your outfit and your makeup look so nice…" she says with a pout, looking down at her disheveled and soiled clothes.

"Don't worry about that, honey, we can hug it out later." Candace says cheerfully.

Ken pipes up shyly, raising a hand. "Erm, what about us?" he asks, referring to himself, Hitoshi, and Toshiro.

Candace glances at them, giving the boys a once over. "Not impressed."

The boys sigh and hang their heads, wounded.

Then Candace barks out another laugh, "I'm joking!" she says. "These little cuties just caught my eyes first." Candace explains. "Are you hunks in Class 80-A too?" she asks.


"This one is...eccentric." the man says, unsure of what to say.

"Candace Meyers-Oppulence. American. Candidate for Sloth." the woman lists off. "For some reason, her file was rather small. I don't know if the boss is hiding information on her too, or…"

The man hums. "Maybe that isn't her real name and she has another file with another name elsewhere." he guesses. "Do you know what Candace's Ultimate title means?"

"No, not exactly." the woman says.

"It's like this, you see…"


After more introductions and confirming that we all are indeed in the same class as her, Candace registers all of us in her PDA.

CLASSMATE REGISTERED:

Name Candace Meyers-Opulence

Height 5 ft. 11 in. (180 cm.) | Weight 120 lbs. (54 kg.)

Chest 25 in. (64 cm) | Blood Type O-

D.O.B. June 28

Likes Soul music, scary movies, Satanist performance art

Dislikes Feathered lashes, slimy foods, prosperity gospel

Ultimate Ballroom Icon

...Satanist what now? Prosperity gospel? And what exactly is a 'Ballroom Icon'?

Before I have a chance to ask her any of my questions, Candace is squealing about meeting the rest of our classmates and bidding all of us a farewell.

Well, she's a lot louder than I like people to be but I'm definitely interested in learning more about Candace.

Mr. Naegi clears his throat and smiles kindly at us. "Now that that's all said and done, I'd like the five of you to come inside." he says. "Just...Just don't sit on or lean against anything."


As expected, the five of us got detention. Unlike Candace's one day, we have a weeks' worth of detention and we have to clean the cafeteria.

Damn. Six of the eighteen people in Class 80-A already have detention and the school day hasn't even officially started yet; we've already screwed our class' reputation. I bet Luan and Armen are staying out of trouble…

After Mr. Naegi gave us our sentences, he sent us off to the showers, telling us that staff members would leave spare uniforms for us so we don't have to go all the way to our lockers.


"But-"

"No."

"But you can't reach your back-"

"Keep your hands to yourself, you gremlin."

"I just want to help."

"No - oh my God, get out of my shower, Kasumi!"


After our shower, I finish getting redressed before Kasumi. I pull out my PDA and look over the information I have on my classmates while I wait, opening the Registered Classmates tab.

CLASS 80-A

Kasumi Yuan - Ultimate Prankster

Luan Delvina - Ultimate Land Artist

Akifumi Yatagarasu - Ultimate Forensic Expert

Kensuke Oishi - Ultimate Caregiver

Hitoshi Kimidori - Ultimate Rancher

Toshiro Haruki - Ultimate Toymaker

Candace Meyers-Oppulence - Ultimate Ballroom Icon

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OTHER - CLASS 80TH

Yuya Taniguchi - Ultimate Clown

Seven classmates down, ten classmates to go. I haven't met any more members of other classes - here's hoping it'll stay that way.

I can't handle another Harlequin.