Hi Everyone! I know what you're all thinking (if you've been waiting since last year at least). Where the HELL have I been? I don't have a good answer for that I'm afraid. My Word subscription ran out, my family ran into a spot of bother and my last year of college was swamping me with homework and studying. And after 2 years of said college, it doesn't matter because of Covid-19. Brilliant. I have, quite literally, about 16 hours free a day to write, so I've decided to get back in the saddle. I don't know when I'll be stopping, but enjoy the ride for now!

Class 77 and 78 were up earlier than usual the next morning. It was never a good idea to be late, even fashionably in circumstances like this. They didn't know what the gathering at the hospital would bring, but it certainly couldn't be a trap; not with their loved ones there. That meant that even the most skeptical and untrusting of the group had little choice but to travel with them. The main concern was leaving their home completely devoid of inhabitants until they returned. Hajime was practically certain that there was nothing to worry about. His many Talents were enough to remind them that he was likely correct. After all, they'd only be out for roughly a day.

Makoto was pacing around near the pool table as he waited for the others to get ready to leave. He heard his door open; it had a unique squeak to it that all the other rooms lacked. He seemed to have a thing for doors not matching, even outside the Killing Game. Kyoko emerged in her purple jacket and had been a while since she'd last worn that ensemble. She straightened her hair slightly as she clicked the heels of her boots together. After last night, he didn't feel the need to wander over as he usually did. They'd had plenty of interaction for her to know he wasn't avoiding her. Avoiding wasn't too strange at the moment, however. Aoi had been incredibly skittish since last night. Kissing him probably wasn't the greatest choice for her emotionally. Now she'd be overthinking if he felt the same way. He hoped that seeing Yuta would take her mind off of that, even briefly.

Slowly, the 77th Class left their rooms and gathered around the TV. Peko and Fuyuhiko wore matching striped grey suits, though the jacket and blouse was looser on Peko to allow her more breathing room with her baby bump. Hajime wore an entirely black suit with few discerning features, though it was immaculately fitted and smoothed out. Chiaki hadn't attempted to match him in the slightest. If anything, she'd tried to oppose his colour scheme. She wore a pink cocktail dress with open-toed platform heels of the same colour. She had put her hair up into a messy bun but kept her trademark hair pin in. Ibuki was laying on the couch, risking wrinkling her chequered pink and blue dress, which it seemed that she had hand-made. She had clearly gone for an outfit that matched the colours in her hair to a tee. One pink heel, one blue heel. A pair of sunglasses with a pink and a blue lens. She looked like she'd fallen in paint of those two colours but it had a certain appeal to it that Makoto couldn't quite describe. Mahiru sat, legs crossed, next to Ibuki's head in a yellow sundress that flowed to just above her knees. She wore buckled sandals with them that showed even more of her pastel pale legs. Gundham was the only member of the older class not to adjust his clothing, though Makoto thought he noticed the Devas' fur was combed and… shampooed? His upperclassmen really did know how to dress up. His class on the other hand…

Byakuya was almost identical to normal. He wore his dark green suit with little differences. His shoes had been shined at least; hopefully he had done that himself, and not Toko. He glanced at the Writer. Whilst her hair remained messy and flowing in a dozen different directions, her clothing was night and day from her usual tattered dress. Her dress was of a similar purple colour to her hair but had lighter navy accents here and there. Had Byakuya picked it out for her? He liked to think so. He let his eyes wander to Aoi. He hoped she didn't get the idea he was ogling her. Though he had to admit… she did look nice. Gone was the sporty girl he'd grown accustomed to. Before him stood a gorgeous woman who allowed her hair to fall to her lower back. She stayed in the same shade of red as her jacket, though the dress Ibuki had picked for her left a lot on display. For his sake, he wanted that to be more of a fashion statement than an attempt at seduction. Junko was more than enough of a rival on that front. She would've left in a thong if she could. But the sterner girls among the group had forced her into a white party gown that flared outwards at the bottom. She seemed inconvenienced by the need to hike up the front to walk but was clearly still determined to flaunt what she had. If she was made to travel for fears of escaping whilst the others were gone, she'd do it in style.

The group waited impatiently for Hiro. Mahiru and Fuyuhiko grew frustrated and called for him from outside his room. ''O-oh, hold on guys!'' A voice yelled out from inside. The door swung open to reveal… a clean and tidy man?! ''Holy shit!'' Junko exclaimed. ''My god!'' Byakuya approached him, suspicion in his eyes. ''You mean to tell me you've been capable of looking so… unlike yourself all this time?'' Hiro chuckled and looked down at himself. It seemed he'd even impressed himself and that was deserved. His porcupine-like hair had been reduced to a single, enormous strand and the back of his head with simple cornrows leading to it across his scalp. His suit was of a simple, yet refined, light blue that echoed the daytime sky. The most impressive feature (or least Hiro-like feature, if you'd prefer) was the fact he was wearing formal shoes. Not sandals. Shoes! Everyone in Class 78 was amazed he could sharpen up so well. ''Well, yeah! I had a lot of high profile guests for my fortune reading!'' He grinned at Byakuya and slapped a hand on his shoulder. Oddly, Byakuya didn't swipe the appendage away immediately, choosing to gently pry the Shaman's hand off him. ''Hmph.'' He spun on his heels and strode away, though Makoto swore he saw a smile that matched Yasuhiro's.

''Well then,'' Hajime began. ''We should be leaving.'' He ushered Junko up the ladder and Fuyuhiko followed close behind. The upwards conga line grew larger as each student began their ascent. ''Wait a minute, we aren't all fitting in that one car. So how are we getting there?'' Aoi asked as she placed a foot on the ladder. ''You'll see. It's actually quite neat.'' Mahiru said from behind her. Junko reached the top and pushed the cover off the manhole, clambering out. ''I hope you jackass men realise how hard it is for the ladies wearing heels to climb a ladder!'' She screamed down from above them. ''She makes a good point, can't lie.'' Ibuki admitted as she eyed her own footwear. She leapt up the first few rungs regardless, leaving just Kyoko, Makoto and Hajime on the ground below. ''Close the door behind you, please.'' Hajime said to them as he skulked away. ''You off to fetch something for our travels?'' Kyoko met his back with a smirk. ''Can't hide anything from you, can I, Detective?'' He said with a hint of friendly sarcasm. ''You heard the man, Makoto. Up we go.'' She started climbing leaving the Ultimate Hope to watch Hajime slink into the storeroom behind the kitchen. ''That's where the armory is.'' He mumbled quietly as he gripped a rung of the ladder. The climb up was a tentative one. What was he doing that he'd need guns for?

Makoto slid the cover to their home back over and straightened his back. Fuyuhiko whistled and motioned to Gundham, Ibuki, Mahiru, Peko and Chiaki, who held Hiyoko in a papoose on her back, to follow him. ''You people wait for Hajime. We ain't got room for you in the car. But you won't be walkin' there.'' The sound of clicking heels declined as they walked to the garage. Hiro kicked a can and clicked his tongue. ''Well. That's cool. Just leave us out here when they've got giant bugs and rats around. Cool.'' He huffed and moved to sit in the road, but reconsidered when he recalled the quality of his suit. Toko wringed her hands nervously and scooted closer to Byakuya, who offered no objections but rolled his eyes. The Affluent Progeny raised an eyebrow. ''Well, that's quite the renovation.''

The rest of the group attempted to meet where he was staring. A fast, black blob was drawing in from the distance. ''Is that a bus?'' Aoi asked as she shielded her eyes from the Sun. Within seconds the blob was now recognisable as a school bus. Another handful of seconds later the bus had pulled up a few metres away. Upon closer inspection, the reason it had looked black in the distance was not because of the blur. It was because it was black. Entirely. There was no trace of the original mustard yellow one would associate with a school bus. There were reflective panels scattered over the bus. Makoto made the educated guess that they were in place to make it easier to find in the dark. The doors flung open to reveal Hajime in the driver's seat. ''Hop in, everyone!'' Junko needed no more invitation, lifting up the front of her dress and stepping up into the bus. She quickly made her way to the seats at the back and sat in a very un-ladylike position with her legs akimbo. The class boarded and took up random seats across the bus, of which there was a generous selection. Kyoko sat on the outside of Makoto and rested her head on his shoulder. He returned the favour and rested his head atop hers. Toko, with an accusatory finger, was the last to get on. ''W-Where the hell did you g-get this from?'' Hajime laughed and tapped the steering wheel with his forefinger. ''You really think people thought of breaking into school garages after the bombs dropped? They were busy raiding the kitchens.'' Toko seemed upset by that answer, as if the idea of those less lucky than they made her feel sympathetic of their struggle. She hurried to the seat behind Togami and placed her head against the window. Hajime had clearly replaced, or at the very least, tinted them a darker grey colour. Hajime placed the keys back in the ignition and the passengers felt the bus rumble into life. Hajime followed the same road both he and Fuyuhiko had traversed when they'd taken him to Keio University Hospital before. Hajime hollered to those behind him that his classmates were just a little ways in front of them along the same road. Makoto smiled inwardly. That meant the chances of something of a similar vein to the incident yesterday was even lower. Kyoko nuzzled further into the crook of his neck and he conceded himself to watch the scenery.

The journey felt shorter when he relaxed and took in the scenes. When they rolled up to the enormous survivor enclave, a gasp or two escaped Aoi and Hiro. Hajime brought the bus to stop and tugged the keys out before placing them into his pocket. Everyone hopped out and walked towards the large flight of stairs by the hospital's main entrance. Makoto recognised Kirumi as she spoke to the 77th Class who were already at the top. ''-Just through the doors of the waiting room on the 3rd floor. There are refreshments there, , yes. Yes, I did prepare them myself, .'' The smaller group entered the building. Chiaki turned around to face Hajime, her papoose now on her front and a baby basket in hand. Hajime jogged up the stairs, giving Kirumi a quick wave as he went past her. Kirumi glanced down at her elders climbing the steps but did not speak until they were on level ground. ''Hello to you all. I am Kirumi Tojo, the Ultimate Maid.'' She smiled broadly before turning to face Makoto. ''May I say it is a pleasure to see you once again . And you too, .'' She gave the tanned Ultimate Swimmer a small nod before pointing towards the doors. ''I will lead you all inside and to the small room we have transformed into a party room to accomodate you. Please do not hesitate to ask or request anything of me. Now, if you would.'' She jumped into life and strode inside. ''Finally, someone besides Kyoko who speaks with an air of sophistication.'' Byakuya led the charge indoors. Toko rushed to his side and the four stragglers were left to catch up.

Makoto stayed extra aware of the other, untalented survivors. God, he hated thinking of them that way. No one was acting any differently than they were the last two days he'd been here. Maybe they didn't even know that there was a party going on above their heads. If he and Aoi garnered a lot of attention last time, now that all 6 of them were here it was ten times that. ''Love your books, Toko!'' An older man yelled out. The Author's face flushed and her solemn look became a devilish grin that would put Junko to shame. And Junko was being put to shame. People were certainly acting differently when they realised she was amongst them. It was fairly difficult to hide her strawberry blonde hair, especially when it remained in the two twintails. The Fashionista was bombarded with insults and abuse as she walked through the halls. It was fortunate for them all that no one chose to hurl objects at her. That wouldn't fare well for the other students if the attacker had bad aim. Kirumi was clearly keeping a watchful eye for anyone foolish enough to try. The Ultimates reached the stairs that led to the 2nd Floor and Kirumi urged her guests to climb. Junko was shuffling her feet at the rear of the pack, almost inviting more abuse. And it came.

Junko reeled back in pain and fell against the first step as something struck the side of her head. ''Fucking bitch! You stupid, fucking whore! What makes you think you can just come here, huh?!'' Kirumi spun around to find two bearded men at the end of the hallway. Makoto descended the stairs and lifted Junko onto her feet. She already had an enormous bruise around a large gash on her forehead that was bleeding heavily. Makoto looked at the ground to find the weapon. A brick?! He eyed the two men. On the gurney next to them lay a bag full of red bricks. He hoped for the community here's sake that they weren't always there. He wrapped Junko's arm around his shoulders and made a start up the stairs. ''How did that feel, whore?!'' Makoto placed her on the stairs lightly, entrusting her wellness to Kirumi. ''Fantastic…'' Junko whispered in response. Makoto could see her face in his peripheral vision. She was in despair-fueled ecstasy. Similarly to when she realised she'd been bested at the end of the Killing Game. Maybe they should've left her back in the shelter, after all.

''Hey! She's with us!'' He approached the two men. They had weathered, broken faces that displayed no remorse. ''Sorry , we should've considered that we might've hit you.'' The older, grey-bearded man said as he elbowed his younger goateed friend, who sprung into life. ''Oh! Yeah, sorry .'' ? That made him sound old. Did they respect his actions during the Killing Game that much? ''That wasn't what I meant.'' He spoke firmly. ''She shouldn't hurt her just because she is who she is.'' The pair looked confused. ''She tried to kill you, man!'' The younger attacker said. ''And she basically destroyed the world!'' The older man looked furious with his attempts at placation, but he couldn't allow himself to appear intimidated by something as easily deflected as anger. ''You don't think I'd make her feel all the pain of everyone she's hurt if it wouldn't kill her?'' He asked rhetorically. The pair remained quiet. ''We're no better than her if we resort to violence when it isn't necessary. You can easily defeat people with your mind and your words. Break their spirit and break them mentally.'' He leant in slightly closer and spoke through his teeth. ''Why do you think we keep her with us?'' He said in a whisper. The men seemed to catch on. ''Ah. You just fuck 'em up up here.'' The grey-haired man pointed to his temple. He patted his accomplice on the shoulder and they both turned away. ''Make that bitch suffer, .'' One of them said. His shoulders dropped as he turned to face Kirumi. ''You handled that very well, .'' He sighed. ''I don't think I really got through to them at all.'' The Maid narrowed her eyes. ''I would ask that you take Enoshima upstairs. I shall tail these two to ensure we have no more conspirators in our midst.''

Luckily for him, Kyoko returned to help bring Junko to the 3rd Floor. She was essentially dead weight in a dress that kept catching the floor. Even with the two of them it was quite difficult to heave her up a flight of stairs. Aoi and Hiro remained behind them when they did, just in case the weight caused them to topple backwards. After a fairly extended walk to the 3rd floor conference room he'd been in just 2 days ago, they placed Junko on the small couch in the waiting room and closed the door to avoid any follow-up attackers. The blood had trickled-no, streamed- down her face and had begun to drip off her chin onto her dress. She probably shouldn't have worn white today. The doors to the conference room burst open and Kaede strolled out to greet them. Shuichi stayed a few feet behind in silence, but still kept a warm, welcoming smile on his face. Kaede, too, obviously despised the Ultimate Despair but was too polite to voice objection to her presence. She didn't even glance in her direction as she shook hands and introduced herself. Kirumi opened the door to the waiting room gently, gauze and a bottle of medical disinfectant in hand. She closed the door behind her and took a knee in front of Junko, who had finally lost consciousness. Makoto watched curiously as Kirumi poured the contents of the bottle onto a handkerchief and patted the wound firmly. He felt an arm reach across his shoulders and turn him towards the doors. He looked over to see Shuichi. ''She'll be fine. Kirumi is pretty good at first aid. She was one of Hajime's assistants for Kaito's operation.'' He didn't smile, but there was something about his features that reassured him. Makoto turned again to Junko; Kirumi had laid her down to stop her reaching up so far. His eyes remained fixed upon them whilst he let Shuichi walk him into the party.

The conference room looked… enormous. He couldn't believe how big that table was now that it was no longer in the centre of the room. Instead, it seemed to be in two halves at either end of the room, both halves having sandwiches and canned drinks. 2 leather chairs were pushed against the wall on either side of these halves, allowing seating for 8 people. His underclassmen didn't seem to be too dressed up; only Shuichi, Kaede and Kirumi seemed to have worn something formal. ''Sorry about the lack of punch and hot dogs.'' Shuichi said comedically. ''It's just a bit hard to find things like that that didn't expire over a year ago.'' He kept an arm around his shoulder and walked him to the nearest table. Miu was leaning on it, speaking to a tall boy with light green, curly hair. Shuichi relinquished his grip on him and patted his back. ''Don't worry if you feel awkward. I don't particularly like parties either.'' The Luckster looked at him closely. His face had warped from that of a self-assured leader to that of a nervous eccentric. ''I'm going to go find Kaede. Make sure to get to know everyone, yeah?'' He patted his back again but it seemed more of a method of pepping himself up than Makoto.

Makoto met Miu's eyes. She had only flicked them over at him for a moment but now they'd met she kept looking despite her conversation with the tall boy. To distract himself, he grabbed a sandwich and a random drink without looking. Hopefully his luck would grant him something he'd like. Both Miu and the tall boy were occasionally eyeing him now. He sighed internally. He resigned himself to the social ineptitude and scooted closer. ''H-hello.'' Wow, Makoto. What a time to have a voice crack. The tall boy turned to face him, his fuzzy hair wobbling around slightly. ''Hey there. You must be Makoto Naegi.'' He offered a hand and Makoto took it eagerly. Maybe too eagerly. He hoped he hadn't broken his hand with that connection. ''Huh, you don't look as hunky as you did on TV.'' Miu said flatly. ''We met the other day. Were you not paying attention?'' Makoto asked, not knowing whether to be insulted or flattered by that comment. ''Oh yeah. I guess I just wasn't trying to peek at you then.'' Miu snorted and took a sip of her drink. ''Ignore her, Makoto. She's a bad egg.'' The tall boy widened his eyes as he spoke, hinting that he meant that in a mocking manner. ''Oh shove it, Rantaro.'' Miu huffed. Makoto giggled. ''Oh, so your name is Rantaro?'' The tall boy perked up in surprise. ''Oh yeah. I didn't actually introduce myself. Duh!'' He thumbed to his chest. ''I'm Rantaro Amami, Ultimate Explorer. Or Ultimate Adventurer. I'm one of the good guys.''

Makoto smiled and there was a content silence among them. Rantaro spun to look at Miu. ''Uh, you wanna…?'' Miu looked offended. ''You mean the little runt doesn't know who I am? ME?! MIU IRUMA?!'' She stood up from the table and marched to him. ''Everyone in my class had their memories wiped. I don't think any of us would remember you…'' He trailed off, scared to insult her pride. Miu whimpered and she looked incredibly dejected. ''I-I'm the U-Ultimate Inventor. You should remember that, please.'' She grabbed his shoulders. ''Please remember it! Please!'' She looked at him in desperation. ''O-Okay.'' He smiled weakly at her. ''You're damn right, you will! No one forgets the gorgeous girl genius!'' She pumped her fists in delight. That was a fast recovery. Makoto excused himself and walked further into the centre of the room.

Kyoko was speaking to Kaede just to his left. However, he saw two spikes bobbing up and down by his waist. He looked down to see a tiny boy with large round eyes. He wore a beanie with two black spikes protruding from it. ''Hello there.'' He said as he looked down. Was it impolite to look down? He genuinely couldn't see him without looking down, so maybe it was okay? ''Hey kid. Nice to meet ya.'' His voice was the exact opposite of what he'd imagined. It was very deep and gravelly, like a heavy smoker. But he looked incredibly young and he was a member of the 79th Class, right? That meant he was younger than him with a voice like that.

''I'm Ryoma Hoshi, former Ultimate Tennis Player. Though my talent was basically gone before I even joined Hope's Peak.'' He gripped the brim of his hat. ''How so?'' Makoto raised a brow inquisitively. ''I killed some mobsters, kid. I went to juvie because of it. They let me attend Hope's Peak on bail. Some corporate fat cat must've pulled some strings to pull me outta there.'' He was clearly fazed by the memories. It was evident in both his vacant, lifeless expression and the way his mouth remained slightly agape. Makoto would've been taken aback at the mention of murder had he not experienced far worse in the last few months. People he'd never considered capable of violence had been pushed to it when placed in the right situation. ''Were they bad people?'' Makoto kept a straight face. Ryoma's huge eyes got even bigger. Then he understood. ''The worst kind. Murderers without motives.'' The shorter man looked towards the floor. ''Then I wouldn't feel too bad. The world won't remember something like that in the long run. And besides, they'd be dead now regardless. It's difficult to live with your mistakes, especially when they affect others so much and you're unsure if those the men killed would be proud of your decision to avenge them. So don't doubt that they would. Just think of it like helping a ghost with unfinished business. Just… a ghost that you know.'' He smiled and Ryoma hesitated, cogs clearly turning in his mind. That was potentially one of his worst motivational speeches yet. He returned a small smirk of his own. ''Not bad, kid. I can see why they call you the Ultimate Hope.'' He gave him a thumbs up and skulked off. Phew. That could've gone badly.

''Excuse me.'' A tired voice croaked from behind him. He turned to see the redhead in the wizard's hat he saw gathered around Kokichi. ''Hi. I'm Makoto.'' He held out a hand and the girl moved to meet it. Just before contact was made, a sudden kick separated them. Makoto recoiled and nursed his now sore hand. ''Himiko! How could you! He's a degenerate!'' A dark haired girl in a blue jacket shirt and a skirt of a similar colour pointed at him whilst scowling at Himiko. Himiko sighed and rolled her eyes. ''This is Makoto Naegi, Tenko. You know, the guy who beat Junko Enoshima?'' Tenko, who Makoto assumed was a martial artist of some kind, narrowed her eyes. ''The cameras made you seem more formidable.'' Makoto raised a brow. Himiko waved his hand in front of his face in exasperation. She kept waving despite him looking directly at her. ''Nyeh!'' Suddenly, 3 cards appeared in the gaps between her fingers and a single card balanced on her thumb. She grinned and motioned to the left hand with her right. Makoto matched her expression. ''So you're a magician?'' He mumbled. ''Mage. But the bombs sapped all my mana, so I'm reduced to simple tricks like this.'' She cast her eyes to the cards, an almost distraught look swallowing her previously happy face. ''I'm Himiko Yumeno, Ultimate Magician, for now. But when all the plants grow again I'll be the Ultimate Mage, just you watch.'' She brightened up as she spoke. Now she just looked tired.

''Ahem.'' They both turned to Tenko, who tapped her foot impatiently. She swung her leg up towards his face. He made to move backwards whilst reaching out a hand to grab the taller girl's leg. The small amount of combat training Hajime had provided some benefit. He clasped the girl's leg just above the ankle and suspended it level with Himiko's head. The material in his palm was coarse and he looked at the appendage. Socks and sandals? Strange. ''Hmm. Good reflexes- for a degenerate.'' Makoto released her and Tenko brought her leg down slowly. ''What martial art do you study?'' He asked. He'd learnt a lot of stances and openers from Sakura but didn't recognise the positioning Tenko was using. She began moving her arms and legs in an almost mesmerising fashion, mimicking kicks, chops and punches.''Neo Aikido. I am potentially the last of my class, if not the last of everyone who ever practised it. As the Ultimate Aikido Master, I can't let my art die!'' Several people around her stopped to gawk. ''Miss Chabashira,'' Kirumi, who was evidently done cleaning Junko up, got the fighter's attention, ''Please look under you.'' Miu was on the floor under her, crawling away. She pressed a palm against her cheek and stood when she deemed herself to be a safe distance away. Tenko practically threw herself at Miu and apologised profusely. Miu seemed as uncomfortable as she was on the floor and pushed her away. Both of them were yelling at this point, though everyone in the 77th and 79th Class had already resumed their conversations, albeit at a higher volume. Were their underclassmen even more eccentric than either of their older Hope's Peak graduates?

''Yahoooo!'' A soft voice called from behind him. He spun to see a tanned girl of a similar complexion to Aoi in a long yellow jacket. She had a shell bra beneath that just peaked out from the coat. Long white hair flowed down her back and onto her shoulders and contrasted her blue orbs that met his like a laser. ''Angie Yonaga!'' She thrust a hand into his chest. ''I am known as the Ultimate Artist!'' She retracted her arm before he could shake and pulled a paintbrush from a belt she had strewn across her white, layered skirt. ''Atua says that you would be a fantastic model, and Atua is never wrong.'' She moved the end of the dry brush along his jacket sleeve. ''Atua?'' Makoto scrunched his face in confusion. ''Yes, Atua! I am glad you asked about Him!'' She twirled the brush in her hand. ''Atua is all-powerful, all-seeing and I am his vessel! Everyone on my island worships and loves Atua. He is the artist, really. I am just a brush.'' She clasped her hands together in prayer and clenched her eyes shut. Makoto stood in silence as the Artist practised her devotion. Her eyes burst open with renewed vigor and she took both his hands in her, gently swaying them. ''You will model for me, yes? Even if you would like a partner with you to feel safer?'' Makoto laughed nervously and tried to look anywhere but Angie.

His gaze found Kyoko, in light conversation with Gonta. Judging by the excitement in his booming voice he was telling her about bugs. If he knew anything about Kyoko, she was humouring him out of politeness more than interest. Maybe modelling wouldn't be so bad, if Kyoko was there. A portrait of the two of them may be quite a nice addition to their room. ''Okay, I'll model for you sometime soon. Should we say next week? I won't say for sure because I don't know any schedules or whatever.'' He finally met her eyeline again. Angie was shaking. He hoped with excitement and not fear. There was a glisten in her eyes as she placed her hands on her hips. She slotted the paintbrush back into the belt and managed to steady herself. She turned around and slowly walked over to one of the chairs that lay next to the half table at the far end of the room. She sat down and tilted her head towards him. She then gave him a double thumbs up and slumped her head over the back of her chair. She was stomping her feet softly and bobbing up and down. Was she actually excited at all? Or was she so excited that she was afraid of weirding him out? Either way, he was going to model next week. He hoped he was tall enough to avoid sitting on a stool or something.

Right. Now he just had to look for two unfamiliar faces. He found one sitting in one of the recliners opposite to Angie. Well, half a face. The individual wore a mask over their mouth and nose that obscured most of their features. He instinctively marched over to introduce himself, steeling himself for a strange conversation. The seat next to the student was free. At least that meant he wouldn't have to face the concept of speaking down to them. He decided swiftness would be better than waiting for a talking point. He collapsed into the seat and turned to face the mystery figure.

''Hello, I'm Makoto Naegi.'' He outstretched his hand. The student reached out and clasped it with slender, bandaged fingers. ''My name is Korekiyo Shinguji. I am called the Ultimate Anthropologist.'' Korekiyo straightened in his seat, giving Makoto a clearer view of his clothes. A dark green uniform with a series of chains and pendants strewn over his jacket. A red armband loosely gripped his left sleeve. ''This is quite the party, isn't it?'' He placed his hand back down on the chair's armrest and closed his eyes. ''Yeah but… you don't seem to be getting too involved.'' Makoto gulped as he spoke. ''It is enough to simply watch the festivities. It is pleasant to be reminded that despite the horrors of the outside world, we have something beautiful here, in this very room.'' He stood and motioned for Makoto to do the same. The boy was incredibly tall and slender, like a lamppost. Korekiyo slowly walked towards one of the tables. There was room to scoot around it and walked towards a window that scaled from floor to ceiling. ''Look to the distance, Mr Naegi. Can you see all of those dead trees and the lack of healthy colour in the dirt?'' Makoto nodded and Korekiyo saw this in the window's reflection. He then lowered his pointing finger to the blossoming trees near the path up to the hospital's gate. ''Notice the significant difference? I often stand guard at our gate. I interview survivors and evaluate if they would be fitting members of our society.'' Makoto hesitated but spoke regardless. ''What does this have to do with the colour of the trees?'' Korekiyo laughed. Makoto didn't like it. He had such an ominous way of acting and speaking. His mannerisms were of demons from the very folklore he would've studied. ''It is my belief that the trees lead people here. Beauty often attracts many admirers. Or perhaps Kodama lead them here.'' Korekiyo adjusted his mask. ''We have something special here. I intend to document every moment of our time here so that future generations may bask in the sun in greener pastures knowing what we created.'' His eyes grew dark despite his positive words. The conference room door opened with a loud click, withdrawing him from his thoughts.

Komaru wandered in, a large round object propped under her armpit. A tanned boy walked in behind her, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. Hina screamed and sprinted towards him, enveloping him as she wept maniacally. ''Ah, your sister.'' Korekiyo was now facing her too. ''Do all of you know her?'' Makoto asked over his shoulder. ''Of course. She was incredibly helpful in dealing with the Hope's Peak Elementary Students in the shelter next door to ours. She would be an excellent friend for my sister.'' Korekiyo tightened his fists. ''Is your sister here too? At the hospital, I mean?'' Korekiyo's smile was made obvious through the contours of his mask. ''She is always amongst us. Perhaps you'll meet her soon.'' Makoto smiled back. ''I'll just say hi to my sister. It's been a while since I last spoke at length with her.'' As Makoto stepped forward, the Folk Lore specialist wrapped his slender fingers around his arm. ''No, Mr Naegi, you misunderstand. She would be an excellent friend for my sister.'' He placed extreme amounts of emphasis on that phrase. His forehead was sweaty and his vision seemed laboured. Suddenly, he began contorting and popping several joints. He let go of the Luckster's arm just in time for his own to fly outwards rapidly and bang against the wall to his right. He came to stop in a perfectly straight posture and cleared his throat. ''Please excuse me, that was a cue for me to take my medication.'' His voice was chirpy and there was renewed energy in his stride as he left the room. Makoto became aware how wide his eyes were and the sweat forming on his brow. Note to self. Avoid Korekiyo Shinguji if you're alone.

He helped himself to the remainder of his drink and another sandwich to calm his frayed nerves. That interaction would certainly be one of several memorable moments from today. Komaru called out to him, forcing a small jog to her. ''I'm glad you're here. Some of these people are a bit too weird for me to handle.'' Komaru giggled at that. ''You get used to it, trust me. I'm just a normal highschool girl and I did. Should be no trouble for you at all.'' There was a content silence as the Naegi siblings truly took how they looked in. They had been on such an emotional high yesterday they didn't have much time to account for looks.

''You grew up so much.''

''You grew up so much.''

There was another brief silence before the two broke out into laughter.

''I mean it!''

''I mean it!''

God, they were siblings, not twins. How were they thinking so similarly? ''We almost have the same hair, too!'' Komaru pointed out as she flicked his ahoge. ''Hey!'' ''Oh, hold on! There's someone else here with the same thing!'' She ran over to Kaito, who was holding the object she'd had under her arm earlier. She turned around and he recoiled in surprise. A head? And it was speaking and moving its eyes? As his sister drew near he observed the same antenna-like piece of hair that both of the siblings shared. The head's hair showed no similarities besides that; it was a bright white and a lot longer and spikier. ''Greetings!'' The head called out to him. ''I am K1-B0, but please, address me as Kiibo. I am the Ultimate Robot.'' Kiibo had a very smug look on his face, his light blue 'eyes' constantly resizing as he spoke. ''Uh, without a body?'' Makoto asked. ''Didn't you have one yesterday?'' Kiibo's smug expression faltered but remained. ''Yes, I did. Unfortunately, the battery capacity of my body is only two hours and is not self-sustaining at the moment. I took a substantial amount of damage whilst in our shelter.'' His face never changed, it seemed. Or perhaps he'd just explained this so many times it was second nature. ''It's a big shame, really,'' Komaru interjected. ''He's super strong when he has his body. He does most of the heavy lifting with Gonta.'' Kiibo laughed triumphantly. ''Komaru is correct. My body is capable of lifting several hundred tonnes.'' ''For two hours a day!'' Miu yelled from her spot by the drinks. ''Maybe if you'd let me have full control over fixing you it'd be different!'' Kiibo finally appeared to be something other than smug. Now he just looked sad. ''She is right. I was foolish both in the ways I was damaged and how I delegated my repairs.'' Makoto narrowed his eyes. That was a line of inquiry for another time. ''So, you wanna meet Kyoko?'' Komaru's brows raised. ''I thought you'd never ask!'' She then looked down at Kiibo's disembodied form. ''Oh, um…'' ''Throw him here!'' Miu had edged closer and called for the highschooler to throw the head. ''Please be careful…'' Kiibo pleaded as Komaru prepared the toss. She launched him into Miu's waiting arms, who smothered him with her breasts. ''How ya doing, baby boy?'' She asked as she used the buckles on her top to hang Kiibo in the center of her chest. ''You are lucky I am not capable of suffocating.'' Kiibo said, frazzled by his fast handover. ''It'd be a good way to go though, huh? Killed by these perfect things?'' Miu snickered and walked back towards the drinks.

Luckily Kyoko was not speaking with anyone when they found her at the opposite table perusing the sandwiches. She spun to face them as they approached. ''How'd you know it was me?'' The Ultimate Hope asked. ''I recognised your footsteps. You must be Komaru. It's lovely to meet you.'' Kyoko offered a gloved hand, which was slapped aside as Komaru engulfed her in a hug so powerful the Detective almost toppled backwards onto the table. ''I see you are both so open emotionally.'' Kyoko said to her boyfriend over the top of Komaru's head. His sister pulled away. ''Thank you for looking after him. He's a klutz and can be pretty dumb sometimes and can say stupid stuff and-'' Kyoko planted a hand on the shorter girl's shoulder, halting her train of thought. ''Believe me, I know how silly your brother can be. It won't stop me loving him as much as I do.'' Her pale complexion got the tiniest bit pinker and he felt his own cheeks hotten up at the touching words. Komaru squealed in glee and wrapped her arms around her again. This time, Kyoko wasn't afraid to smile.

After exchanging some stories, the three looked towards the room's centre. Aoi and her brother Yuta were still hugging. They looked remarkably similar. Yuta missed the swirl that Aoi had atop her head but their faces shared many features. Aoi was rarely so happy she'd cry. She was far more likely to cry out of anger or frustration as she had during the many trials of the Killing Game. He felt that same familial warmth he had when he reunited with Komaru emanating from the Asahina siblings. The other students allowed them to wail and be far louder than their conversations. They must've realised how much this meant to them and possibly how much they would want to see their family once again. Makoto took the opportunity to introduce Komaru to the rest of his friends.

Hiro was first up; thankfully he didn't try to convince her into letting him read her fortune. If anything, he tried his best to make her laugh. He was evidently in a good mood. That may have come down to a lack of awareness of Gonta. If Sakura intimidated him, he had more reason to fear The Entomologist, he could certainly produce a fierce look or two. Byakuya continued to surprise him further. He was very civil, choosing to entertain conversation about mundane and average things, much to Komaru's appreciation. He even had a successful conversation about pop music, though Makoto could tell he was bluffing his way through it. As the girls turned away, he flashed a thankful smile at the Ultimate Heir, who only returned a curt nod in acknowledgement. Now they faced their biggest hurdle. Toko Fukawa was probably the closest to the antithesis of Komaru. ''Wow!'' His sister trotted over to The Author and clapped her hands together in excitement. ''You're gorgeous!'' Toko recoiled, her face a perfect personification of the word 'astonished.' Toko stuttered and failed to produce anything intelligible whilst her cheeks grew more and more red. ''Where'd you get that dress? It really matches your hair!'' Komaru continued her ruthless verbal assault with Toko taking too much damage to continue. Kyoko gave him a look. A 'Stop Her' look. Makoto stepped forward and wrapped an arm around his sister's shoulder, before turning her away slightly. ''Go easy on the compliments, yeah? She's quite emotionally sensitive, not to mention a little… volatile. Just introduce yourself and go from there.'' He raised his brows, awaiting a reply. Komaru stroked her chin in consideration, before shaking her head up and down in approval. He smiled wide and she matched him. Then, as if none of that information went in, she grabbed Toko by the hand and dragged her to the closest table, bombarding her with questions. Makoto looked back at his girlfriend, who tucked her lavender hair and failed to stifle a snort. He sighed, loudly. Eccentrics were very draining on an average guy like himself. ''Makoto, over here!''

He perked up at the sound of Hina's voice. He met Kyoko's eyes and she nodded before subtly pointing to the siblings with an elbow, her arms never leaving their crossed position. The Ultimate Lucky Student winked and wandered over. ''Heya! I'm Yuta!'' Her brother waved, despite being maybe 6ft away. ''Normally I'd write your name on my hand a few times, but I don't think anyone could forget your name!'' Makoto smirked and looked at Aoi. ''Oh, so that's a family thing? Not just your bad memory?'' The Swimmer slapped his shoulder and groaned. ''Hey! Why do you have to try so hard to embarrass me?'' She shook her head in disgust as her face flushed. ''He barely said anything…'' Yuta narrowed his eyes and looked back and forth between them. ''Wait. Hina, do you like him?!'' Hina's face now flushed with fury than the previous state of discomfort. ''Yuta! Really?!'' She leapt towards him but her brother grabbed her wrists and held her at arm's length. ''Woah! Calm down, sis! I didn't think it was that bad!'' The Swimmer groaned loudly before pulling back with a huff. Makoto decided that now would be an excellent time to change the subject.

''So, Yuta… you were in some type of bunker with Komaru, weren't you?'' He raised a brow momentarily before settling into a neutral expression. ''Oh, she already told you about that?'' He clicked his tongue and began rapidly motioning with his hands as he spoke. ''I assume she told you about the whole 'mock apartment' thing, right? Well there were even more around in this facility but all the doors were left open. We didn't see anyone else at all, but I'm sure there were more people there at some point.'' Makoto took it all in gradually. If both he and Aoi had relatives there, did that mean that all of his class had family locked away by Enoshima? He'd have to ask her later, when she was fully over her head injury. ''Were the apartments comfortable at least?'' Aoi asked, the Luckster's line of questioning clearly intriguing her too. ''Yeah, they were big and all the furniture was comfy and stuff. Ooh, and there was one of those fancy toasters! And a donut maker! I should've brought it with me to give to you, but I wasn't sure where you would be... '' He laughed nervously as he gave his sister a rye smile. ''When you really think about this, the last few years have been real bad for almost all of us, huh?'' Hina spoke, but to no one in particular. A somber note to end on. ''Hey, things are already looking up.'' Makoto tried to lift them both. ''You're back together and we've got almost 30 people in this room who have the ability to change the world. We'll make everything better, yeah?'' Yuta leaned over to his sister and shielded his mouth with his palm. ''I can see why you like him.'' Ah. He certainly had the same amount of subtlety as his older sister. ''Are you stupid?!'' She attempted to speak with a hush but her anger betrayed her. GOD, was this awkward. It felt like he was stuck between a rock and a hard place. He'd need a good reason to excuse himself and recompose with these two acting this way.

As if to answer his silent prayers, the doors to the conference room flew open to showcase Junko. Her white gown was still coated in blood around her left breast and shoulder and the blood on her face had started to dry and congeal. The entire room fell quiet as all the students eyed the mass murderer. Junko paid them no mind and walked over to Makoto. ''Is she cosplaying as Carrie or something?'' Miu asked Kyoko. ''Someone attacked her in the corridors on the way up here.'' The Detective responded, watching the Despair out of the corner of her eye. ''Ha! Serves the bitch right!'' The Inventor snorted and Kibo swayed side to side as she did.

Makoto tried to gauge the others while Junko strode over to him. His interaction was important for his reputation and how it would make his underclassmen react to him. Kaito and Shuichi were practically pinning Maki in a corner. Murderous intent was evident in her harsh gaze and she would certainly have both the skill and the tools to kill quickly. Even Gonta, kindhearted as he may be, seemed agitated by her appearance. It was almost as if no one was aware she was in the room just next door. He took a deep breath, readying himself for a snide remark. It never came. The Fashionista walked right past him and to the table behind him; Himiko scooted away from it and retreated to Tenko's side. Junko grabbed a sandwich and a can of cola. She leant against the table and stared vacantly into the party as she chewed. Conversation resumed but the wariness was still present.

''This is the type of situation where she should be kept on a leash.'' Byakuya said from behind him. He pushed his glasses up and smoothed his sleeves. ''Allowing her out of her room and to socialise has done nothing for her 'rehabilitation.' And it certainly hasn't made her any less dangerous.'' ''I would have to agree.'' Kyoko added as she completed the trio. The three stood side by side, eyes forward facing Junko. ''Letting her out has made her less despairful, I think.'' Makoto glanced at his friends, but both kept her gaze straight. Byakuya sighed. ''That is most likely an act. We are dealing with an Ultimate Analyst and a super intelligent deviant. I'd have hoped that the fools we entrusted to lock her up would be incapable of sympathy for someone who orchestrated the deaths of their friends.'' He rubbed his temples. ''Clearly I was wrong.'' That was a fair point. Were the 77th Class so forgiving? Or were they simply unaware, bar Hajime? ''Regardless, it'd be sensible to stop her doing anything stupid. Especially interacting with the people downstairs. She'd likely try and goad them into violence.'' Kyoko responded. Both his friends looked at him expectantly. ''I suppose that's my cue then.'' He hopped up and down before starting in the Mastermind's direction. ''If only he wasn't the only one she truly trusted.'' The Heir finally looked down at his Detective companion. ''Even that is only because he's trying his hardest to return that trust.'' She squinted as Makoto greeted her competition. ''I don't like the way she attempts to bounce off the things he says.'' ''Or that she's trying to steal your significant other.'' Byakuya said with a smirk. ''Maybe you should've been the Detective, Byakuya.'' Byakuya chuckled. ''Maybe. But I'm busy being the heir of nothing.''

The following 2 hours were full of muted joy. The three classes simply got to know each other better. Ibuki and Kaede told some stories about the band they had formed in their last few months at the academy. Apparently Makoto was banned from entering their practice room due to his luck breaking half the instruments in the room. He wished he could remember his school life, even if he could only recall pieces. Stories about his own class were strange. The versions of classmates like Mondo and Chihiro his underclassmen described were practically alien in comparison to those he'd encountered in the Killing Game. Aoi was always happy to speak about Sakura, however. And he'd be lying if he said he wasn't enjoying learning about the multi-class athletics events he'd failed in. Angie and Korekiyo had shown off some art pieces they'd made together based on old folklore books. If the anatomy was anything to go by, the portrait she'd draw of him would seem like more of a Picasso than a Da Vinci. Miu showcased some inventions, though most seemed like a waste of parts considering the purpose of them. Underwear Teleporter? Why was that useful other than to annoy Shuichi? Himiko performed some sleight of hand magic for them that sadly ended in the loss of an entire deck of cards. Gonta showed them his collection of insects in amber. Hiro was obviously not a fan as he tried to avert his gaze whenever the goliath of a boy began explaining the intricacies of bugs.

At some point someone (likely Ibuki, knowing her) had suggested re-assembling the table and cooking a feast for the group. Kirumi had asked for 3 helpers in the kitchen. Makoto, Mahiru and Rantaro had volunteered. The Ultimate Maid led them to the massive kitchen on the first floor. They cut through the cafeteria; this was clearly where most people in the community sent their free time. They all had specific jobs to do around the hospital, though he would guess that most would be working in their gardens or general repairs. He was recognised and praised by quite a few people as he walked through. He just responded with some mumbled 'thanks' and kept a grin on his face. Part of him hated the attention but he was grateful that these men and women weren't as violent as the two who had attacked Junko earlier.

The quartet entered the kitchen and looked upon its shiny splendor. The utensils, silverware and plates were spotless as they lined the shelves and countertops. ''Here for a meal, Kirumi?'' A middle aged man said as he stirred a pot. ''No thank you, . We are actually here to prepare our own meal. May we use the facilities?'' Sugimoto removed his white chef's hat and beamed at the four of them. ''Of course you can! I've just finished with the last of the meals for the people out there anyway.'' He thumbed behind him over the serving counter to the mass of people eating in the cafeteria. Kirumi nodded and opened a cupboard and began taking canned food down. ''Rantaro, would you mind assisting me in finding foods with the nearest expiration date?'' The Adventurer didn't need a second invitation. ''What kind of guy would I be to say no?'' He said with a chuckle. ''Makoto, Mahiru. Would you be so kind to peel some potatoes?'' ''Oh, sure. What are we making though?'' The redhead asked. ''I was thinking of a tofu casserole. We have a lot of tofu and few other meal alternatives.'' The Photographer giggled and patted Makoto's shoulder. ''Come on.''

After washing some of the potatoes grown in the garden, the two got to work. Although, Mahiru was moving at twice the speed he was. ''You're good at this, Mahiru. Did you do a lot of cooking before all this?'' She stopped mid-peel to look at him. ''Well I did do quite a bit before I enrolled at Hope's Peak. My Mom was usually abroad for her photography and my Dad was super lazy so I did most of the work around the house.'' She resumed and hardened her expression. ''Is your Mom a good photographer?'' She smiled at the question. ''Definitely. Much better than I am.'' Despite her self-deprecation, she smiled warmly. ''And your Dad?'' Her face quivered slightly. ''He wasn't too great at a lot of stuff. I was super worried when I left for Hope's Peak because I didn't think he could function without me at home.'' Her eyelids drooped and she placed the peeler down. ''I feel horrible for not being worried anymore.'' She said sadly. Makoto winced. ''I'm sorry. It's difficult not to bring up the past.'' Mahiru perked up and gave him a small smile. ''It's okay. We're both in the same boat.'' She placed her last potato down. He was only about halfway done. ''You want me to finish that?'' She asked with a raised brow. ''It's difficult to speak and do this at the same time.'' He mumbled, embarrassed by his slow work. ''Oh yeah, because you were moving lightning fast before that?'' Mahiru asked sarcastically. He winced again. ''Hey, I'm just kidding. Take your time, huh?'' He looked up and nodded a single time. He then went straight back to peeling.

''Y'know, you're a lot like Hajime.'' They both laughed at that. ''You think?'' He acknowledged, trying his hardest to concentrate on the potatoes. ''Think about it. Brown hair with an antennae, optimistic, courageous, handsome, reliable.'' Mahiru counted each attribute on her fingers as she listed them. ''You think I'm 'reliable?''' He placed down his last spud. ''Well yeah.'' Mahiru picked up a knife and began dicing her pile. He mimicked her. ''At the very least, you're trustworthy and easy to speak to. That's at least halfway to being a reliable person. And boys should be reliable, right?'' ''There's something about you holding a knife while you say that that makes it seem like a threat.'' He increased his chopping speed. She pivoted her head and gave him a quizzical look. ''I'm not that scary, am I?'' He held his hands up in denial. ''No, no, no! I was joking, promise!'' She breathed a sigh of relief. ''Good, because if I was scary to you, that'd definitely make Hajime a teensy bit intimidated.''

The Lucky Student thought for a moment. ''You sure do speak about Hajime a lot.'' She blushed wildly. ''I'm not that obvious am I?'' He didn't credit the question with a response. She bit her lip. ''Ugh, I am!'' She exclaimed. ''I really, really like Hajime. A lot. He's wonderful. All the things he's done for us: naming his own child after my best friend, saving our lives, taking us all in, feeding us. Most importantly, he's kind; he actually cares about all of us.'' She had a look of pure resolve and determination. He was surprised by her boldness in just telling him. ''But you know you can't do anything because-'' ''Because he's married. I know. On top of the fact I'd feel awful for betraying Chiaki like that.'' She rubbed her right forearm with her free left hand. ''And I don't want to ruin our group dynamic with my selfishness. Not after all we've been through.'' She sighed and placed the knife down. ''I think you should tell him how you feel.'' He placed his down too. ''Really?!'' She was taken aback. ''If it's eating away at you like this, then you should just get it out there. The worst that can happen is if what you already think will happen.'' The Photographer seemed pensive. ''What makes you the expert on this?'' She placed her hands on her hips and leaned in with a disgruntled expression. ''I told Kyoko I was in love with her during a game where either of us could've been killed at any moment. I have a little bit of experience, I guess.'' He rubbed the back of his head and laughed awkwardly. Mahiru's face softened. ''My thinking was that it was better to make my feelings known in case the worst happened. And it almost did.'' ''I saw. Not that I could exactly feel envious when you're forced into killing your friends.'' She looked down at her feet. She mulled it over. It felt like she was considering her options for an eternity. ''Okay. I'll try and work up the courage. Don't expect anything, though. A plain girl like me isn't exactly an attention grabber.'' She tilted the chopping board and their diced goods fell into a small tub. ''Let's go check on the broth.''

Kirumi had worked fast; it seemed that when she was given a task she worked 10x more efficiently than just performing her everyday duties. And considering her work ethic was already immaculate during those duties, this was a sight to behold. Her hands found their targets with pinpoint accuracy, slicing tofu and placing vegetables in pans simultaneously. Rantaro simply stirred the broth but occasionally let his eyes slip away to appreciate the Maid's hard work. Makoto and Mahiru took advantage of the time to make two enormous spinach, broccoli and cheese souffles, though the end product of his was slightly misshapen due to the size of the container they'd used. Makoto hoped he hadn't messed it up so badly it was inedible. Between his unpredictable luck and his hazy memory of learning the recipe, he could be expecting the Body Discovery Announcement upon tasting it.

The two amateur cooks were assured they could return upstairs to help set the table. Carrying 2 rather enormous piles of bowls in their arms, the two climbed the two flights of stairs with bated breath. Thankfully Kaito, who was just exiting the boy's bathroom on the 2nd floor, lightened the load and carried half up the next flight.

Kaede and Gonta took the last of the bowls from them to set the large table which had been covered in a baby blue tablecloth and had knives and forks strewn across it in their absence. It had been laid out across the room so that he could walk right through the doors and into a seat at the centre of the table. Makoto took his place between Kyoko and Byakuya at the middle of the table. ''You smell like spinach.'' The Detective said as she wrinkled her nose. ''I made a vegetable souffle.'' He boasted as he turned to face her. ''It doesn't smell… bad, does it?'' She blew air out of her nose in amusement as she smirked. ''No. And I'm interested to taste your cooking.'' ''As am I.'' Byakuya said. Toko and Komaru were in detailed discussion to his left about the purpose of manga being called 'literature.' ''O-Oh, well I hope I don't disappoint either of you.'' His own girlfriend judging his cooking was one thing, but a man who'd likely never had a below par meal in his life was another.

He heard a rattling and turned to see Kirumi, followed closely by Rantaro, pushing a cart with the enormous vat of casserole on it. The two souffles were on the lower shelf of the and Byakuya seemed startled by the lumpy top of his. Gonta shot to his feet and placed the vat on the table on Kirumi's behalf. ''Thank you very much, Gonta.'' She gave the gigantic boy a small curtsy. ''Gonta would not be gentleman if he did not help.'' He beamed and took his seat. Kirumi and Kaede served the casserole to everyone. He counted each bowl served and had a nagging feeling they'd missed someone. Junko! Where had she sat? He quickly glanced around. He found her sitting on the floor in the corner of the room. She had a bowl and a spoon in hand but was simply staring at her food. He pulled his eyes away and focused on his own bowl.

A good ten minutes later and everyone had finished and, by the looks of it, were satisfied by the meal. The table had come to life, people chatting loudly in their own small groups. Mahiru, who sat between Hajime and Ibuki, met his eyes with hers. He thumbed to the cart behind him and she nodded. He and the Photographer took their souffles back to their seats and placed it in front of them. ''Well, it's certainly… cooked.'' The Ultimate Affluent Progeny said as he picked up his spoon. Kyoko did the same. They both plunged into the food and took a spoonful. He saw Hajime, Chiaki and Ibuki all do the same for Mahiru's on the other side of the table. Kyoko had no hesitations and placed the spoon in her mouth. Byakuya seemed to study the colour before he did. Now was the moment of truth. Kyoko's face displayed no change in emotion but Byakuya's brows raised in what seemed like pleasant surprise. ''Why didn't you ever try your hand at cooking before?'' He asked. ''I have to agree, Makoto. That had quite the flavour.'' Kyoko stared deep into his eyes as she spoke. That signalled sincerity. ''Aw man, really?'' He laughed. ''Thanks, guys.'' He took the rest of the pot as he stood and offered it out to Hiro, Toko, Komaru and the Asahina's. They all seemed to find it tasty at least. That took a weight off his shoulders, for sure. He quickly gave Mahiru a look. She was beaming brightly as Chiaki fed Hiyoko a small amount of her souffle. She looked up at him and gave him a thumbs up. It was also a relief he hadn't taught Mahiru incorrectly.

He took the pot over to Junko and crouched down. He held it at arm's length and she gazed up, her face still forlorn. ''Did you make that?'' She croaked out. He bobbed his head a single time. The Fashionista stuck her spoon into the pot and scooped a portion. She ate it quickly, but her lips did curve upwards into a neutral smile. ''Meh, not bad. Better than what hamburger hands could cook anyway.'' His smile, which had been transfixed on his face for what felt like hours, finally fell away. He stood and turned. Junko grabbed the back of his jeans. He spun on his heels and crouched again. ''Did you make this too?'' She placed the casserole in her lap. The bowl was lukewarm now. ''Well, I, uh, I helped.'' He shrugged. She quickly looked back to the bowl and then back to him. She took a spoonful of the mixture and slurped it. She never lost eye contact between them as she swallowed. ''Well okay then. Looks like it isn't punishment time just yet.'' She grinned at him. To say it made him uncomfortable would be an understatement. Again, it was the most deranged face she could have possibly made. Did she think someone had poisoned her portion? He'd like to imagine that was impossible. But there were certainly many amongst them who would. And if that was the case, had she eaten in front of him just to ensure he would see her die? He didn't want to think about it. He stood again and walked back to his seat. He didn't want to look back.

He wasn't questioned upon his return to his place at the table. And he was glad for it. The familial feeling of the room was too perfect to be ruined by Junko. Kaede called Hajime over to her and stood on her tip-toes to whisper in his ear. Hajime nodded as she spoke in affirmation. Suddenly, both the Pianist and the Prodigy turned to face him. The two walked over and Hajime placed a hand on his shoulder. ''May we speak to you for a moment, Makoto?'' Kaede asked as she clicked her heels together. ''Oh, uh, sure.'' He shuffled around in his seat. ''I'll be back in a minute, guys.'' Byakuya nodded with a stern expression. Kyoko remained silent.

Kaede led the boys into the waiting room. ''Okay.'' She began. ''It's safe to say that we speak for our classes, yeah?'' She got no reply so marked her question off as rhetorical. ''What's your thoughts on Enoshima's punishment?'' Hajime sighed. ''I knew your class would want this the most.'' Kaede crossed her arms but stayed silent. ''Personally, killing her isn't my preference. We gain nothing from killing her at this point. If we were to do it, we should've done it as soon as they left the Academy.'' He motioned to Makoto with a tilt of the head. Kaede huffed, but he was unsure if the audible frustration was due to Hajime's choice or his tone of voice. ''What about you, Makoto?'' She looked to him expectantly. ''I... '' He hesitated. ''Of course I want nothing more than for her to be out of the picture. But if you saw the Killing Game you'll know that I try to find the good in everyone. And I really believe that she can change. I really do.'' Kaede looked unsatisfied. ''So you're just going to leave her unchecked? Let her do what she wants?'' ''We haven't so far.'' Hajime came to his aid. ''You forget that I have Ultimate Intellect and skills in both prediction and preservation. Besides, it's easy to keep tabs on someone who's always in front of you.'' Well, that was a very bold lie. They certainly hadn't kept tabs on her when she'd escaped to the radio tower before. Kaede huffed again, softer. ''Fine.'' She then took a step forward and jabbed Hajime in the chest with her index finger. ''But if you fail and she comes here and hurts any of my people, I will make sure you know what our class can do. And that will not end well for your family, will it?''

She bit her lip before dropping her hand. ''Sorry. I don't know how to get what I want without threats or begging anymore. I was never this angry before all this happened.'' Makoto clicked his tongue. ''I'm pretty sure we've all matured, in one way or another. And you're younger than us. So maybe it's your time.'' She smiled. ''Maybe.'' ''Say, we haven't had a therapy session in a long time. In fact, I don't think I've had a session with any of you since the end of the Killing Game.'' Hajime pondered. ''Why don't we do some next week?'' Makoto asked, to both of their surprise. ''Angie wants me to model for a painting soon, too. Me, you and Kyoko could just come along next week.'' Kaede and Hajime glanced at each other, a silent conversation taking place. ''I'm free.'' ''So are we.'' Makoto felt his cheeks twinge as he smiled. ''Great! I'm already looking forward to it!'' The pair across from him smiled too, as if it was contagious.

''Okay, everyone!'' Hajime said above the general murmur as they re-entered the room. ''Sunset's in about 45 and we don't want to be outside when it's dark. So get your things together.'' ''Wait, wait, wait!'' Mahiru said hurriedly. ''We have to take a photo!'' She exclaimed excitedly as she gripped the camera hanging around her neck. Hajime smiled. ''Okay then.'' He said with a wide grin.

Mahiru ran to her bag and pulled out a foldable tripod. She placed the camera on it and stood it on one side of the table. ''Okay, tall people at the back, that means you, Gonta.'' She said as she directed with her hands. ''Kaito, you are not pulling that face or I'll punch you.'' Makoto could hear Maki say as he took his place at the front. ''Ooh ooh, what kind of pose should Ibuki do?!'' The Musician asked Chiaki, who was lifting Hiyoko out of her high chair. ''A normal one should be fine, I think.'' The Gamer replied with a tired smile. Chiaki stood next to him and gently cradled her baby. Hajime stood behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders. He felt slender figures around his shoulders too. Kyoko wasn't expressing any amusement but he knew she was getting a kick out of reinforcing the fact he was short. Regardless, he embraced her presence and smiled wide towards the camera. ''Okay, smile!'' The redhead said. ''Wait, Mahiru.'' Hajime stopped her. ''Are you not being a part of this?'' She looked torn between speaking or just taking the picture. Hajime shuffled Ibuki along to his left and motioned at a newly free spot. Mahiru beamed and nodded. ''Okay then.'' She set a 10 second timer and rushed into position. ''Smile, everyone!'' She said just milliseconds before the snap of the camera. The tension was immediately relieved with a group-wide sigh and break of formation. ''Get your things together everyone.'' Chiaki said as she began strapping her child carrier to herself. ''Want me to carry her 'til we get outside?'' Hajime swept Chiaki's bangs along her forehead. ''No it's fine. And besides, I need to step up just as much as you are. I can't afford to spend all my time on my handheld or in a game world. We've almost got a game over too many times now.'' Her husband seemed concerned with her phrasing but didn't push for an explanation. He stood still as she pecked his cheek and once again took Hiyoko out of the high chair.

Hina clearly didn't want to be seperated from Yuta. But she did eventually realise that there wasn't a place for her here yet. They hugged for a long time on the steps by the entrance. Komaru wrapped an arm around her brother and soon to be ''sister-in-law'' as she said. Kyoko seemed to like her.

The bus roared to life and rumbled in the parking lot. Fuyuhiko drove past in the people carrier as Makoto and his class boarded. ''Yoohooooo!'' Angie called as she jogged over to him. ''You will be my model next week, yes?'' He nodded. ''Good, Atua cannot wait to meet my canvas! Bring Kyoko too, hmm?'' She turned and ran even faster back to the hospital's front door. ''What-'' ''Ahh!'' He yelped. ''How long have you been standing behind me?'' He clutched his chest and allowed Kyoko to smile cockily. ''It isn't my fault that you don't listen to your surroundings.'' She boarded and he followed. The doors closed behind him and Hajime wasted no time K-turning. The crowd of students on the steps all waved as the bus took off down the gravel past and through the gates at the end. Makoto sat down next to Kyoko. ''So, what type of modelling are we doing? The type with clothes, I would hope.'' He laughed nervously. ''I think so?'' He laughed again. The lavender-haired girl sighed. ''You really should've asked. What kind of future partner will you be if you can't even ask a suspect questions?'' She mused with mirth. She rested her head against his shoulder, where it remained for the entirety of the journey back.

Hello again. Thank you very much for reading. Again, to the group of people who actually gave a damn about this story, I say again: I'm sorry for taking so long.

It really doesn't help that I am basically making most of this up as I go along, which may be evident from the story and the overall plot. I am especially finding it difficult to remember my own timeline at this point. I have a vague outline with several key events sprinkled in along the way, but I don't even have a significant conclusion in mind at this point (not that the ending is in sight).

Oh, before I forget. I have another two or so chapters in mind before the next big event when we get back to the hospital. If there are any characters that people want to see explored in a bit more detail (how the apocalypse has shaped them, how they've formed closer relationships with others etc.) leave a review or send me a PM. I've at least thought that far ahead story-wise. Alternatively, my Discord is Wardsley#0816 if you'd prefer to message me there.

See you later people.