"Im here, but why aren't they coming out?" Naegi asked, staring at his phone. Makoto had taken a job offer yesterday, given to him by his headmaster. Over the summer, his parents bought him a used 2011 Black Nissan Rogue, which Naegi kept spotless. The only people who had set foot in his car were him, his family, and Kyoko. It was like his child, except it wasn't alive. But as every parent knows, you had to let go at some point.

Naegi had been sitting in his car, outside a bar relatively close to Hope's Peak. Since Naegi was still a minor, he was scared to be around a bar after midnight. That's when a knock on the passenger's side window scared Naegi's heart right out of him. Opening the window, Naegi could just make out the outline of a girl's face using the car's interior lights. She had red piercing eyes, brown bangs, and noticeable long hair tied in two pigtails using red scrunchies. Naegi noticed she looked a bit younger than him, but he waved it off. "Do you have enough space for three?" She asked, using a gentle tone, with a bit of assertiveness in it.

"Sure, right in the right, ma'am," Naegi replied, staring at the back.

"Pfffff ma'am! Did you hear that? He just called Harukawa Ma'am" Yelled a gruff voice that came from behind Maki.

"D-Do you wanna die?" Maki said behind her, back to the voice.

"Momota would love to die in your arms, Harukawa,"another voice, notably deeper(and strangely sounded a lot like Leons) than the other voice.

"J-Just get in the car, idiots," She sounded back, her face flushed with red. Naegi's passenger door opened and she climbed in. Now Naegi could see she was wearing a red school girl shirt, with a black skirt and red stockings.

"We're (Hic) your idiots….Ma'am!" the gruffer voice yelled back. Two boys, seemingly the same age as Maki, entered after each other. The boy that entered first had a maroon jacket and purple pants, with a weird maroon hair cut, almost resembling a steep ramp. The second had black pants, a black button up jacket, and black hair. This boy also had a very similar ahoge like Naegi's. Naegi could swear he saw these people around Hope's Peak before, whether it was in the library or hallways.

"Maki Harukawa, Ultimate Assassin. The idiot boy across me is the Ultimate Astronaut. The slightly less idiotic boy behind me is the Ultimate Detective Shuichi Saihara," Maki explained to Naegi. Everything made sense to why Naegi thought he saw them at Hope's Peak. It's because they were actual students who attended there.

"Makoto Naegi, Class 78th's Lucky Student," he replied with a smile.

"Uh, sorry to bother you man, but is that even a talent?" Kaito asked, rubbing his neck.

Makoto was prepared for this question. Not a single new face goes and doesn't get asked if that was a rea; talent. "I was randomly picked from a country wide draw and they sent me here to learn," he answered.

"That's cool! Hope's (Hic) Peak needs a dude-like-you," Kaito slurred at the end of his sentence. It wouldn't take brain cells to say that the two buds were drunk.

"You can drop us off at the dorms," Maki exclaimed, playing with her ponytails.'

Naegi put the car and drive, and sped off down the road. A good thirty seconds of quiet went by, when Maki felt a poke on the back of her head. "Harukawa, (Poke) Harukawa, (Poke) Harukawa, '(Poke)',Harukawa!"

"What is so important Saihara!" She whipped around, her red eyes glowing.

Scratching the air, Shuichi replied, "Rawr, someone's feisty. Anyway, I need to use your phone to call my uncle. My (Hic) phone's dead."

Scoffing, she pulled out her phone from her red purse, and handed it over. "Make it quick," she growled.

"Yippee!" He replied. Leaning towards Kaito, he punched in some numbers. Kaito whispered some stuff, into Saihara's ears as he nodded. Naegi wondered why Shuichi's uncle would be up at 1:37 in the morning, but who was he to judge? The phone gave off a couple of rings before, much to the boy's chagrin, went to voicemail. "Guess who?' Shuichi yelled, slurring, 'It's your favorite person if you haven't guessed. I wanted to tell you that if you were a fry, you would be a, uh, uhhhhh, hot fry! Okay, byeeeeeeeee," That's when he hung up, with a proud push of the hang up button.

"God damn that was swift! That's what you get when you enter Katito Momota's School of Flirting!" Kaito yelled, smacking his partner's back.

Nothing about this made sense to Naegi. Why would Saihara first with his uncle? That's just gross. Leaning over to his right, he whispered to Maki, "You do know that's your phone, right?"

"I got used to it. The amount of stupid stuff they did when they were drunk has nothing on what there doing right now," She replied, shrugging her shoulders. What they did before! "Don't worry, Saihara's much more reserved when he's sober. Momota's, well, he's pretty much the same.

"I could've done better, and I am gonna do better!" Shuichi pressed the buttons again, and once again it began to ring. Kaito gave him a thumbs up that had a different feeling than any of the thumbs up Naegi was given. This one had meaning to it, and felt real. "One plus one equals me and you in bed together. Aw shit, I sound like a perv. Let me try something else, uh, your vest is the very best!" Saihara hung up, suddenly slamming his head into Maki's head rest. "God damnit! Why is this shit so hard!"

"Should've left it on the first voicemail," Maki groaned keeping her on the cool window, overlooking Towa city buildings and lights.

"What do you know about flirting?' he scowled,' Momota's practically fingering you every day. You got the easy way," Shuichi folded his arms. Now Makoto was panicking. He'd heard that Saihara was so quiet and behaved, how much did they drink?

"I fucking wish," Kaito mumbled, looking out his window.

"Do you wanna die tonight Saihara?' She asked, clearly exhausted, 'Even if we were an item, which we aren't, I wouldn't let that doofus lay a finger on my body."

"Whatever, let's just try again,' and Shuchi once again pressed the numbers, 'Maki still won't let Kaito finger her, but would you let me do that to you?"

"If you were telling that to me, I'd definitely kill you on the spot," Maki explained.

"Meh, that's a thing for sober Shuichi to handle, but right now, drunk Shuichi is in control!" He punched the air, but instead punched the car's ceiling instead. "Shit!" He rubbed his hand, obviously not doing anything.

Naegi needed air. This was not what he was expecting for his first experience at Uber. He was so unprepared for this. He cracked open his window, giving cool, fresh, air into the car which now smelt like beer, thanks to the boy's breaths. "Hey, um, Naeg's?" Questioned Kaito.

"What's up Momota?" He asked, looking into the rear view mirror. He saw that Kaito had opened his cup holder from the seat. In his hands was a small plastic bag, filled with some stuff that was unclear due to limited light.

"You wanna share this?" Kaito asked, staring back at Naegi in the mirror.

Turning on the lights, Naegi could see what the bag was filled with. "What the fuck is that doing in here?!' Naegi yelled, 'Gimme that!" he held out his hand to Kaito, rolling down his window.

"Hmmm, I tell you what, you tell me who you bought this from and then I'll hand it over," Kaito negotiated.

"Wh-What? What makes you think I knew an illegal drug was in my car?!" he yelled back frantically.

"Naegi's right Momota, you should hand it to me, so I can give it to him," Saihara concluded.

Naegi couldn't take anymore of the idiot behind him. Naegi rarely ever lost his shit, but he wasn't going to jail for not knowing he had an illegal amount of Marijuana in his car. He pulled over on the side, and turned his hazards on. Turning around, Naegi politely said, "Momota, I have no god damn idea who put that drug in my car, so-" he was cut off by Shuichi.

"Yasuhiro Hagakure," He stated

Naegi and Momota stared at each other, then stared at Saihara. "How do you know that?" They asked together.

Scoffing, he replied, "I'm the Ultimate Detective, I know this stuff. Nah, im just fucking around. His name is on the baggy."

Kaito turned the bag over, and sure enough in sharpie it read 'Yasuhiro Hagakure.' "Well, I got my info," he said, tossing the bag into the night.

""Let's not talk about this again. Please," Naegi said, driving back onto the road.

"You wouldn't guess what just happened! Our Uber drive had an illegal amount of pot with them! He didn't even share. Dumbass," Shuichi said into Maki's phone laughing.

Okay Saihara, phone time's over. We're here anyways," Maki stated, pointing outside, to a cobblestone pathway lit up by street lights. The path leads to a large building with few lights on inside the windows.

"Oh damn, okay then. Let's go Momota," Shuichi beckoned, opening the car door, and stepping out into the crisp night air. Kaito followed him shortly, closing the door behind him.

"Hey, I wanna say thanks for putting up with them,' Maki started, 'They can be a hassle a lot of the time," she said, intertwining her hair between her fingers.

"It's alright, I just didn't expect this,' He laughed, 'But why do you keep putting up with them?"

She shifted in her seat, "They might be dumbasses, but they mean well. They did a lot for me, the past few months with starting Hope's Peak and all that. Even if I didn't want to, they still fight for me."

"You got some good friends Harukawa. You deserve people like them. Just cherish your time here, it's a privilege to be here. Trust me I know a lot about privilege!" Naegi laughed.

Reaching into her red purse, Maki took a paperclip full of money. "Here, keep the change," She smiled at Naegi, handing the cash over.

"It's my pleasure, Harukawa," Naegi repsoened, taking the money from her hand.

"I'll see you around Naegi," Maki gave him a wave, and she got a wave back. When she closed the door, Naegi sighed as he laid back in his seat. Suddenly the door opened again, "Make sure to tell Kirigiri how you feel about her," Maki teased.

Makoto gave a double-take, saying, "Is it really that noticeable?"

"As the Ultimate Detective, there's no doubt she knows how you feel about Naegi," Maki stated back, closing the door again. This time, for good.

If Naegi wasn't confused before, he sure is now. His feelings are that notable? That wasn't lucky at all for Naegi. Putting his cash into his arm rest, he sped off to his favorite gas station, and picked up a strawberry lemonade snapple from the cooler. Paying it, and sitting back in his car, he began to have second thoughts on this job.