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Chapter 4: Ibuki's Inspiration, Fuyuhiko's Faith

Hope's Peak Academy

Main Course Building

Music Room

Tuesday, July 27th, 2010

Afternoon

Ibuki Mioda was lounging around.

"AAAWWW, it's no use!" Ibuki shouted as she strummed her guitar aimlessly. "Ibuki can't get a tune out, and here I woke up to an awesome day!"

True to her words, the sun was up and not a cloud dotted the sky. It should have been the ideal day for her to crank out a new rift or a baseline or a lyric. She was the Super High School Level Musician for crying out loud, and her mind was blank. Seriously, there had to be something wrong with her. How was she going to rock the world at this rate?!

"Maybe being in here isn't a good thing." Ibuki considered as she put down her instrument. "All this heat, it's gotta be cooking my brain. Yeah, that sounds about right. I need some fresh air!"

She casually tossed her guitar pick, put her guitar away and walked out the door with no destination in mind. Hell, she wasn't any good at making plans. She just did things and they either worked or they didn't work. Chiaki was better at plans than she was, and that's why the gamer chick was the class representative, not her.

The music girl began to hum a tune out of instinct, though she hadn't concocted a new idea yet. This was just to get some brain juices going. Who knew if she'd even come up with a new song or not. Things just came to her; she couldn't recall a time when she had intentionally planned out a song or anything musical. Well, maybe she did know the last time she'd planned out a song, but that was with her previous band, and they were long gone.

Now it was her and just her.

Ibuki stepped outside into the sun. She then began to run around as was her hubby. Running, she could do a lot of it.

"I got nothing!" Ibuki kicked a pebble along her path as she sang to herself in frustration. "This is not good. Ibuki can't be without inspiration! What would the world do without my music!? No, I know what would happen."

"CHAOS!"

And she couldn't let that happen. No, she needed to come up with something fast. She wasn't going to be at Hope's Peak forever, and by the time she graduated, she needed to make some new material. Ideally, a new album.

Her sprinting pace began to level out. She hadn't slowed and that told her that she had plenty of energy.

"Come on, Ibuki, you can do this!" The Ultimate Musician repeated to herself. "You've got this! YOU GOT THIS!"

She picked up the pace and began to just run wild. Her path was unclear. She just ran and kept on running. Leaving the main course building behind, she just took off going who knew where. Maybe she'd actually get to class, and maybe she wouldn't. It wasn't like any Ultimate was required to attend class, and for that Ibuki was grateful. Well, maybe homeroom was the one exception, but could that even be called a class?

Ibuki stopped and just did a bit of a twirl. Another spontaneous move to be sure, but she was all about spontaneous actions. That's how a good chunk of her best work came out anyway, and she wasn't particularly good at remembering things unless it was hammered into her head constantly, which was annoying most of the time. She just needed to continue being volatile; it didn't matter if it was physical or mental, she'd come up with something sooner or later. She was so close to a breakthrough that she could feel it in her bones. A little more time, and she'd be hit with a lightning bolt of inspiration.

"YAHOOOO!" Ibuki shouted to the sky. "Inspiration come to me! Ibuki know that you're out there!"

She began to sprint again, this time, putting even more energy into it. Her brain felt sluggish right now. She had to get her thoughts going at a million miles a minute and then an idea would come to her, or maybe a lot more than one idea.

So she took a lap around Hope's Peak Academy.

Then two laps.

Then a few more.

By the time she had stopped to take a quick breather, she realized that she'd left the main course building behind her and was now facing the Reserve Course building.

"Huh, how did I get here?" Ibuki tilted her head on wonder.

She looked left, then she looked right. That was when she saw a brown-haired boy standing to the side staring at his phone and had earbuds on. Maybe he knew how she got here. Upon getting closer look at him, she saw he was wearing noise cancelling ear-buds, so she needed to be loud to get his attention.

"HEELLOOOO!" She greeted with all of her energy.

"Ah!" The boy sprang back a meter. "Jeez, don't do that!"

"Sorry about that, but I was wondering," Ibuki continued with her question, "Do you know how I got here?"

"W-wait, hang on a second." The boy quickly removed his earbuds and pocketed his phone before talking. "Okay, first, why did you jump me? Second, what did you say?"

"Well, you're wearing those earbuds that cancel noise." Ibuki just pointed out the obvious. "So of course Ibuki needed to be loud to get your attention."

"... you could have just tapped me on the shoulder." He replied with annoyance. "I would have responded to that."

"Nah, that's a boring way to get someone's attention!" Ibuki did a bit of a whine. "Anyway, to answer your second question, I asked if you saw how I got here?"

"I just saw you running laps around the Reserve Course like a crazy girl." He looked at her like she was weirdo. "I didn't know what to do, so I just let you do your thing."

"Oh, okay." Ibuki pondered what he had just said. "Ibuki guesses she has more energy than she realized. No, maybe it's hot air. If I energy, I'd be on fire with inspiration. INSPIRATION!"

He jumped backed again at her enthusiasm.

"Are you… referring to yourself in third person?" The boy's voice sounded.

"Yeah, Ibuki does that a lot, but I can talk normally." Ibuki decided to greet herself. "Names's Ibuki Mioda. In case you didn't know, I'm the Super High School Level Musician."

"That sound awesome." He noted her talent as if he wasn't sure what to say. "No pun intended by the way. I'm Hajime Hinata. I'm… a Reserve Course student."

"Ah, I see, I see." Ibuki closed her eyes and crossed her arms in thoughts. "Hmmm."

She hummed a bit as she let this information process in her brain. A Reserve Course student had no talent, or at least no particular affinity for anything particular. Most normal people were like clean slates, but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Clean slates could be written on, filled with things.

Wait a minute. She had an idea.

"Say, quick question of my own." Ibuki stepped closer to him with a grin. "Are you in any clubs?"

"Um, no." Hajime looked a bit uneasy about the distance between them. "Why do you ask?"

"Because that's the right answer!" Ibuki cheekily shouted. "That means you should join Ibuki's Music Club! It's tons of fun and everyone's joining a band these days!"

"...but I don't know anything about music." Hajime tried to argue. "I'm not even really into music much except a few things."

"If you're worried about being terrible, don't be." Ibuki had heard this response before. "Practically everyone in music starts out knowing nothing being terrible. If it makes you feel better, then you can just fake playing an instrument and have a song playing in the background."

"Wouldn't that be cheating?" Hajime slightly furrowed his brows. "I mean, should you even be saying that since you're the Super High School Level Musician?"

"When it comes to musicians, who are you going to listen to?" Ibuki put her hands on her hips and stared at him. "Some random person on the street, or me?"

"..." He looked like he was having a hard time with that question.

"Ah, it doesn't matter." Ibuki just grabbed his hand. "C'mon, follow MEEEEEE! We're going to the music room."

"W-wait! I'm a Reserve Course Student. They won't let me onto the Main Course campus grounds."

"Oh yeah, that's right." Ibuki paused only for a second, then got another idea. "I know, I'll ask Miss Yukizome if an exception can be made!"

"Miss Yukizome? She's your homeroom teacher?"

"Oh yeah, and she's pretty cool." Ibuki then stopped in thought. "Wait, you know who she is?"

"I've been… talking to her a lot lately." Hajime said. "Actually, it'd be accurate to say she talked to me first."

"Cool! That'll make convincing her easy! Let's GO!"

"Why do you even care about getting me to be a part of your club?" He was still resisting her. "I don't even have a talent!"

"So what?" She just shrugged her shoulders and did a slight frown. "You can still learn, and if I'm teaching, you're gonna be awesome no matter what!"

"...you're serious about this aren't you?"

"HELL to the YES!"

Yes, maybe this was what she had been missing all this time. She just needed a partner, someone to play music with. Even better yet, he didn't know anything about music, so she wouldn't have to worry about creative differences.

Hope - - - Despair

Tuesday, July 27th, 2010

Afternoon

Fuyuhiko had given some thought to his conversation with his sister. He had to give it thought. Natumi was still crazy like she always was. For her to just stop being so wouldn't make sense not to mention scary. No, she would always be a little on the loco side.

But even she needed a stabilizing agent, something to keep her from going too insane, and he couldn't say that either of them had much of a stable life. Between his personal life and that of the Kuzuryu clan, neither he nor his little sister had ever had the ability to know what normality was like. He wondered what would happen if she were the Super High School Level Yakuza. Would he feel different than her? The same?

He supposed the one thing that he could thanks Hope's Peak Academy for was giving Natsumi the closest thing to a friend. She didn't have any of those in school or back at home before coming here, and now that she did have one, he wanted to know more about this boy. Natsumi might downplay the relationship, but the fact that someone had caught her attention and held it was nothing to ignore.

Fuyuhiko needed to get to the bottom of this mess. Decent guy or not, he needed to be sure that this friend was legitimately a good person. His sister was more than capable of twisting things if it suited her needs. She might be family, but even she could be hard to read. His instinct told him that he needed to do this.

Which was the reason why he was doing the one thing that he hoped that he wouldn't have to do: call on Peko for help.

"You summoned me master?" Peko asked him dutifully. "What do you require?"

"Peko, can you cut that out?" Fuyuhiko growled at her words. "I didn't call you so you could grovel. I called you because I've got something that I need you to look into."

"What do you need?" Peko managed to not say master again.

"Well, maybe I should start with this." Fuyuhiko took a breath out. "Natsumi is here."

"She's here?" Peko looked a bit surprised. "But I haven't seen her in the main building, so does that mean-"

"Yeah, the Reserve Course." He finished for her. "I have no idea why, but she wanted to come here, and the old man is footing the bill."

"You seemed worried." She picked up on that easily enough. "Is she okay?"

"Okay? I don't think anyone involved in the yakuza can be called okay, but that's getting off topic." Fuyuhiko rubbed his eyes. "On the one hand, she's acting like her normal self: pushy, bossy, and all of that shit. On the other hand, she's got her eye on the main course, and she'll do anything to join us."

"She can't get away with anything here." Peko pointed out. "She'll be expelled."

"Yeah, I said that to her, but I don't know if she'll even listen to me… but there may be someone she will listen to."

"Who?"

"I've only got a name and a face. Hajime Hinata. He's another Reserve Course student. If you believe Natsumi, he's as average as one can get, yet he's also a fanboy for the Main Course."

"You want me to investigate him."

"I don't want to doubt my sister's judgement, but I've gotta this one time." Fuyuhiko looked up at the clear sky as he detailed his thinking. "She's never had a friend until now, so I've got to make sure her first friend is a good one. She might be a hardass, but she hates being alone."

"Have you told her that?" Peko inquired neutrally.

"No, of course not." Fuyuhiko deadpanned. "She'd never like what I was doing, but as her older brother, I've gotta look out for her."

"I understand." Peko stood up a bit straighter. "Are there any details you need specifically?"

"Just make sure the guy's intentions are good." Fuyuhiko relayed to the swordswoman. "Don't engage unless you have to."

"I will see if I can come up with anything by the end of the week." Peko declared with much conviction. "Is that okay?"

"That's fine. I didn't specify a timetable." Fuyuhiko said in a hurried manner. "That's all I needed to talk about."

"Hey guys. What's UUUUUP?!" The sound of Ibuki's voice carried out. "Oh, wait you guys are talking?! That's got weird painted all over it! WEIRD!"

Both the yakuza and the swordswoman turned their heads to notice that it was indeed Ibuki Mioda and she was dragging someone else with her. They immediately recognized the uniform. It was from Reserve Course.

"Nothing." Fuyuhiko turned his back to everyone. "What the hell are you up to? You know Reserve Course kids aren't supposed to be here."

"Ah, what the guards don't know won't hurt them." Ibuki reasoned out loud. "Right Hajime?"

"... I never agreed to this." The boy called Hajime deadpanned. "You know that if we're caught, I'm the one who's gonna suffer?"

"You're not gonna get far if you're timid." Ibuki voiced her opinion. "Live a little, take some risks! RISKS RULE!"

"I'd rather not take risks that potentially involve bodily and mental harm." Hajime retorted. "And could you stop shouting?"

"We'll get you there soon enough." Ibuki patted him on the back. "Anyways, what're you two doing talking? HHMM?!"

Was this the kid the same kid that his sister was interested in? If this was a different scenario, he would've gotten to the bottom of this instantly, but right now, he needed to maintain his demeanor.

"We weren't talking." Fuyuhiko denied on instinct. "You all can have fun."

"Hey don't stop on my account!" Ibuki chanted while still dragging her her new friend around. "Just keep talkin'."

Fuyuhiko ignored all of the musician's words and just left the scene immediately. There might be rumors soon, or maybe no one would care.

I can't rely on Peko. The yakuza teenager thought. Otherwise I'm not worthy of my title.

Despair - - - Hope

Tuesday, July 27th, 2010

Afternoon

Peko Pekoyama watched her master as he left. She kept up the appearance of a stern and serious girl who wasn't the least bit affected by Fuyuhiko brushing her off. She was her own person, and this was merely a conversation.

No, that wasn't what it was at all, and it hurt her to think that she was losing her purpose. A tool's only purpose was to serve its master without question.

No, stop thinking that way. Young master has given me a task. Peko reoriented her mind. I need to complete what has been ordered.

"Hey, Peko, what's up with you and Fufu?" Ibuki's lighthearted voice coaxed. "Oh, I know: you're both secretly buddy-buddy and you want it kept secret because it would make him look bad! Scandalous!"

That's surprisingly close to the mark. Peko noted to keep an eye on Ibuki. Excluding that least insinuation.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Peko said something else entirely from her true thoughts. "Anyways, what are you doing dragging around a Reserve Course student. You do realize that you could get in trouble as well."

"Oh, I was just gonna go Miss Yukizome and see if she could get special permission for Hajime so he join my club." Ibuki explained with a smile. "Right, Hajime?"

"Again, I didn't agree to this." The boy called Hajime replied.

In any event, Peko wasn't going to snitch or anything like that. It wasn't her style, and as long as her master wasn't in danger, she saw no reason to impeded on anyone's business. So in the spirit of politeness, she introduced herself.

"In any event, my name is Peko Pekoyama." The silver-haired girl bowed. "I am the Super High School Level Swordswoman. It is nice to meet you."

"Uh, yeah, it's nice to meet you too." He seemed timid as he introduced himself. "My name is Hajime Hinata."

So this was her target that she was to watch? He didn't appear threatening nor did he give off an aura that was a danger of any sort. For her young master's sister to take an interest in someone that didn't even give off any vibe of strength was odd to say the least.

"Well, intros are outta the way, so let's go." Ibuki pulled Hajime along. "See ya, Peko Peko!"

Peko bristled at the nickname, but didn't show it too much. "Very well."

For now, she would back down so as not to appear to pushy and arouse suspicion. She had until the end of the week to obtain meaningful insight into her target. She would have to trail her target once he left. There were over two-thousand students in the Reserve Course, so knowing where he would be was no easy task.

Thankfully, Peko remembered people quite well, so at least she had that going into this job. Dark brown hair, one large ahoge sticking out at the top of his head, green eyes, a normal build, and slightly taller than herself.

Hajime Hinata. Peko recalled his name. You are normal, yet… there's something I can't shake off about you.

Whenever her gut told her something, she never ignored it.

Hope - - - Despair

Tuesday, July 27th, 2010

Afternoon

Chisa was in her office doing some paperwork. Although the semester was not over, practical exams were in the process of being made. In order to test each and every student that came to Hope's Peak Academy, each student needed a test that was uniquely suited to their talent. Standardized tests and subject-based tests were useless for the Ultimates, and because each test was made for a specific student, they took time to plan.

But for her, it wasn't just work. It was interesting to see what sort of tests her students would have to undertake. Currently, she was seeing to Nagito's Ultimate test. His test was among the more difficult to come up with seeing as luck was a very volatile talent, and even if Nagito's good and bad luck were more observable than other Super High School Level Lucky Students, his luck was still far from predictable.

Besides planning for the student's exams, there was also reporting to Kyosuke about her progress concerning getting to the bottom of the Reserve Course. All they really knew was that the money from the tuition fees were being poured into something secretive, something that few even knew about. A part of it was going towards the new campus being built overseas, but both of them would be foolish to believe that that was the only place where all the money went.

Given that there were 2,358 students enrolled in the Reserve Course, and considering the astronomical costs each student came with, what else could that money be used for? Campus renovations and upgrades, despite being significant, could hardly account for all of it.

In truth, she was still quite a ways away from finding out the truth, and her only real link to finding out was Hajime Hinata, one student out of the 2,358 students. To a normal person, that connection would be little more than an idle thing, something that had absolutely no connection to her investigation.

Chisa didn't like to think of it that way. To her, Hajime was a window into a more normal mindset. He saw the world as a normal person did, and his perspective was actually quite useful for comparison between the Reserve Course and the Main Course. That perspective might give her some insights as to what the higher-ups at Hope's Peak were planning.

There was also something else she couldn't pin down. Yes, Hajime was normal according to the standards of society, but unlike normal people who simply lived their life, he wanted more out of life. It was like he was normal, but that was only because that's the life he was born into, not because he wanted it. It was like he was in the wrong position in life and that he wanted to find where he truly belonged in the world.

"Miss Yukizome!" The sound of Ibuki's voice as the door opened caught her attention. "Can Hajime come jam with me in the music room?"

… wait, what? Chisa's thoughts halted. Did I hear that right?

The homeroom teacher received an even greater surprise when she saw that the Super High School Level Musician had dragged the very Reserve Course student in question with her into her office. How did Hajime even manage to get past security? It appeared from his face that he was aware of his predicament.

"Ibuki." Chisa slumped into her chair and sighed. "You do realize that Hajime can't be on the main campus grounds."

"Ah, it's okay!" Ibuki dismissed with a shrug. "It's not like he's causing any harm. Besides, there's a more important issue. I need a bandmate, and Hajime fits the bill!"

"And I keep telling you over and over again, I did not agree to this." Hajime deadpanned, though not putting up a fight. "I just happened to be nearby."

"Typical Ibuki." Chisa understood almost on instinct. "In any case, this is about Ibuki and her need for musical inspiration, right?"

"Righto, teach!" Ibuki sang with glee. "So can Hajime come into the main building so he and I can jam together? Can We!?"

Chisa took a moment to ponder all of her options.

Her first instinct was to get Hajime back to the Reserve Course. He was the most at-risk in this situation. He could possibly receive punishment for getting this far. No Reserve Course student had ever attempted to reach the main campus, but the rules were clear: all Reserve Course students had to stay on their side. Hajime's safety was her priority, even if he wasn't her student. She couldn't handle if he were to be punished for something that wasn't his fault in any way.

Then another idea popped into her mind, something she probably wouldn't have considered up until now. It seemed that more and more, he was becoming acquainted with her students and actually beginning to form bonds with them. It didn't matter if he was a Reserve Course student to them. It seemed that he was getting to know them now whether he liked it or not, with the exception of Nagito for now. Having him close to her could be her ticket to getting closer to the truth about the Reserve Course.

Plus, he's good company, even if a bit sharp at times. Chisa thought. I don't see the harm.

Getting the headmaster to agree to this might be a tad bit tricky. The man was hard to read at times, and she had nothing on his character. Also, if she took an interest in Hajime, and asked permission for him to come and go from the main campus, then she might be put under suspicion. Her cover could be blown.

But dammit, this opportunity was just too good to pass up.

"Ibuki, you really should've thought this through… but I'll see what I can do." Chisa finally spoke. "I don't guarantee anything, but I'll see if the headmaster is willing to accommodate this request."

"Thanks, Miss Yukizome!" Ibuki grinned widely. "Now, Hajime, let's go to the music room. AWAY!"

"W-wait a minute!" Hajime tried to stop them both. "We haven't gotten permission!"

It was too late as the colorful girl dragged her newest companion out of the office and moved towards the music room. Chisa got up to go after them, thinking the same thing as Hajime, a strange thing considering their differing mindsets.

"Hey, what was that all about?" Koichi Kizakura entered the office. "And was that a Reserve Course student?"

"Ibuki's taken an interest in Hajime." Chisa didn't feel the need to lie. "And that girl just doesn't care what'll happen. Consequences be damned, I guess."

"So… should I be worried?" He asked.

"You don't have to be." Chisa said. "I do, though. I need to talk to Jin about it. In the meantime, I've got to chase after those two."

Chisa swiftly said a farewell before taking off in a sprint. Knowing the main building inside and out, she was swift to make her way to where Ibuki would normally be if playing by herself. She wasn't exactly a quiet girl by any account. Finding her was the easy part. Making sure she didn't do anything else impulsive was another ballpark.

She took only a few minutes to reach the music room. The door was left partially open, and she looked inside.

"So, C'mon, what's your musical instrument?" Ibuki questioned quite aggressively. "Stop worrying about being caught. I'll cover for you."

Hajime looked dubious at her statement, but still answered her. "I guess… the drums. I don't know."

"It's a good starting point as any." Ibuki seemed to appreciate those words. "You don't even need to know how to read music. You just need to know how to hit with your arms and legs."

Again, Hajime gave a look that spoke to his more skeptical side.

"Don't give me that look." The musician pouted and crossed her arms. "I know my stuff. You said it yourself, you don't know anything about music, so just leave it to me!"

"Right…" Hajime still sounded unsure.

"Let's get to it then!" Ibuki seemed to disregard Hajime's tone. "Okay first, it's time to do some running!"

"What does that have to do with music?"

"Don't question me, my student! Do as you're told! RUN LIKE THE WIND!"

Chisa realized what was about to happen and then quickly stepped away from the door. Then the door slammed into the air that she had once occupied. Ibuki came flashing out of the room and then took off, going right down the hallway.

"Hey, Miss Yukizome!" Ibuki threw an idle greeting like she had just seen her for the first time today.

"Hey." Chisa said it back, even though it was likely it couldn't be heard.

"W-wait!" Hajime came barreling out next, then saw her. "S-sorry for causing all this trouble, Miss Yukizome."

"I don't have a problem with any of this." Chisa let him know. "Tell you what? I'll help you catch up to Ibuki."

"I wouldn't want to waste your time." He really did feel guilty about all of this. "I didn't even expect this."

"Hajime, you're becoming friends with my homeroom class." She stepped up to pat him on the shoulder. "Do you really think I'd turn a blind eye to you?"

"I… I don't know what to think."

"Don't overthink it. Remember what I said. I may not be your teacher, but I'm willing to listen to you, and I'll add help you to that too."

"Yeah… I'll try to remember that."

"Then let's go get Ibuki!"

Despair - - - Hope

Tuesday, July 27th, 2010

Early Evening

"How is your progress with Hajime Hinata?" Jin Kirigiri looked to the man opposite of him. "Has he made a decision yet?"

"No, he is quite conflicted." Kazuo Tengan shook his head. "I tried to give him a push, but he seems more conflicted than ever."

"Well, there is still time, and I believe that Mr Hinata may yet surprise us." Jin clasped his hands and closed his eyes before speaking. "I've been hearing from the staff that he's been talking to more than a few of Chisa's homeroom class."

"Where did you hear this?" Kazuo let curiosity in.

"From some of the teachers in the Reserve Course as well as a few in the Main Course." Jin opened his eyes again. "It would seem that there is more than one way for us to achieve what we need."

"You still want to go through with it." Kazuo stated his words, knowing that it was not a question.

"What I want isn't really the matter anymore." Jin relayed his answer grimly. "Hope's Peak Academy has been doing this research ever since its beginning. All of that research has culminated up to this point. For the sake of everyone who came before, we can't just turn back now."

And that was the truth about how he felt. Yes, the Hope Cultivation Project made use of a human subject to perform an experiment that may or may not work, an unethical means without a doubt, but it was a chance at developing a hope unlike anything the world had ever seen. Hope's Peak Academy now had the ability to create the perfect human being, and the perfect subject was within reach, one that admired hope and Hope's Peak to such a high degree above all others.

"I don't know if this will matter to you," Kazuo notified, "But I did encourage Mr Hinata to try and find his own path."

"To find his own hope, you mean." Jin translated quietly. "That's not surprising. You always were a believer of hope being in everyone."

This whole project had more than a few people brimming with anticipation, and the principle of Hope's Peak was perhaps the most anxious out of them all, though nobody could tell from looking at him.

That being said, Jin knew that he had steer the course of their subject in a more favorable way. There was absolutely no other student in the Reserve Course that could be the Super High School Level Hope. Hajime Hinata was the ideal subject for the project.

"I appreciate what you're trying to do, but try not to be too intrusive." Jin said in a more serious tone. "We've got enough variables to think about as thing stand."

Ibuki is one fun character to write about. The best part about her is that her character gives me the ability to let loose and write random stuff that would make no sense to anyone but her.

I did say that there would be a romance, but I believe before that happens, I need Hajime to establish a relationship with all of class 77-B. Only then will a romance begin to blossom. A note that I should add: since Hajime is into girls, there will be no husbandos (I think that's the right word) in this story. Sorry to the hopefuls out there who wanted Nagito to be it.

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I hope you guys had run reading this chapter.

"Nothing in all the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity."

Martin Luther King Jr.

Peace!