"C'mon! You know how it goes, Naegi-chi!"

"Alright, alright. It's like this, right?"

Makoto and Hiro were walking through the Tokyo headquarters singing a jazzy tune between the two in a duet. While the former SHSL Hope's vocal prowess was already known among his friends (along with hardcore Danganronpa fans), the former SHSL Shaman wasn't a slouch either. The two men were even grooving along to the music they were hearing in their heads.

"Ah! Naegi-san! Hagakure-san!"

Both of them suddenly stopped and looked at the female voice calling out to them. Sayaka Maizono gave off her biggest smile while Makoto cleared his throat and covered it with his hand. Hiro rubbed the back of his neck in embarassment.

"Oh? I didn't mean to interrupt you two."

"It's fine, Maizono-chi. You're here early!"

"Ah, yes, well. Punctuality is important. One should be early, as you'd be considered late if you were on-time."

"Whoa, man. What a hard worker!" Some sweat formed on Hiro's forehead.

"Probably could learn a thing or two, Hiro-kun."

"Aw, come on. I work plenty hard. And I party harder!"

Sayaka giggled. "Ah, yes. I also had to mention that Ludenberg-san and Kuwata-san won't be joining the rest of the class for your program."

"Oh really?" Makoto said those words, but he didn't seem surprised.

Hiro rubbed his chin. "You think it's that thing Kirigiri-chi was talking about?"

"Hm? Is something wrong?"

"Hopefully not." Makoto replied. "But we'll handle it if anything happens."

"...alright. I trust you."

Makoto gave off an embarassed smile. "Thanks, Maizono-san."

"So, about the work program..."

"Ah, yeah."

Hiro sighed. "Well, it's not like you need my help on anything. You already got a manager and your own idol group, right? You're technically ahead of the curb. Though I've been working with everyone else."

"There's a lot of displaced people in the affected areas. The thing we'll be working on with you is security." Makoto explained. "Anyone and anything that passes through here is our responsibility. It's why the Japanese Cabinet doesn't intervene with our operations."

"Ah! That makes sense." Sayaka exclaimed. "And those poor people would definitely need their spirits raised up. This really is perfect task for an idol."

Hiro smirked. "Plus the publicity you guys'll get from it wouldn't hurt."

"No, I suppose not. It'd be an honor to help the Alliance out with this."

Hiro pat Makoto's right shoulder and smiled. "Don't worry. Naegi-chi will be around to make sure you don't get cold feet."

"You'll be watching, Naegi-san?"

"Doesn't matter what timeline I'm in, I'm a fan of your music."

"Ah." Sayaka blushed. "You say very irresponsible things sometimes."

"What?!"

"Man. You gotta turn it off sometimes." Hiro jeered. "Anyway, I gotta go head over and work with Fujisaki-chi. You two don't do anything too crazy, alright?"

Makoto sighed as his classmate walked off with a hearty laugh.

"How has everything been? Your efforts really brought back peace in the area around the academy."

"It's been a pretty long process, but things are really finally rebuilding. I'd think everything on the eastern shore of the country should be rebuilt by the time you graduate."

"Heehee. I see. You're really reliable."

"It wasn't just me working out there. Is that something the Sayaka Maizono that I knew told you?"

"No. It was just my intuition."

"Right..."

"Besides, you were probably more preoccupied with your lover."

"You're talking about Junko, right?"

"Of course." Sayaka looked over with a wry smile. "Or are you admitting that you're a philanderer?"

"Sometimes your sense of humor worries me."

"There are few instances where I can act somewhat casual. I'd like to take advantage of them."

"I guess I can understand that." Makoto nodded. "Going from some random guy to one of the most watched people in the world...it's kinda frustrating."

"To think it took something so horrible to happen in your life for you to understand that. Yet, you remain yourself. You're far more out of reach than any idol could be."

"That's a weird way to put it." Makoto placed his hand on his chin. "Er... unless you're talking about..."

"A relationship, yes." Sayaka tilted her head while looking at his reaction. "You don't need to make that face, Naegi-san. I'm a just a girl who happened to get a crush."

"Still..."

"It's not because of her, just so you know. And I won't just wallow in self-pity...I wouldn't want to disappoint the other me and my own self, either."

"I'm glad to hear that."

"You're acting so formal, Naegi-san. Please."

"Sorry. I just didn't want to act too familiar when I first saw you."

"And you'd think I'd mind that?" Sayaka gave an open-mouthed smile. "Fine. Then I'll start calling you big brother."

"Eh?!"

"What? Too much?"

"It's a little weird. But I guess I am older than you here."

"Ahaha. Then Makoto-san will do?"

"It'll work, Sayaka-san."

"You're too nice. Way too nice."

Makoto exhaled slightly from the corner of his mouth. "Oh, right, I should show you to where you and your group will be staying for the next few days."

"Please."

"This way."

"Upupupupu." Junko grinned as her face started to peek out from the other side of a chessboard. "So nice to see you here, Kirigiri!"

"I wish I could say that same."

"Such a big meanie tsun tsun!" Junko's eyes rounded out to be all cutesy. "You came here all on your own, didn't you?"

"I simply had the hope you would willingly turn yourself in. Or perhaps get some therapy. For Makoto-kun's sake."

"HAH! You must have me confused with that redhead persona I played once." Junko grinned. "Did you know that when I dressed up that way, I resembled his mom?"

"Your depravity has no bounds, Enoshima. But I'm certainly not surprised you would do something like that to your childhood friend."

"Oh, I'm loads of fun. Like how we finally got around to watching Home Alone." Junko held herself as she took a seat across from where the lavender-haired woman was sitting. "Do you even like...have any hobbies?! What the heck do you even do?"

"I'd say you'd have no business knowing that."

Her voice went down into a more morose tone. "I thought you hope-lovers were supposed to be all about friendship. Looks like Kyoko Kirigiri doesn't want to be my friend."

"That opportunity was lost the minute you started the Tragedy. You act if I particularly enjoy your presence."

"Oh?" Junko leaned forward over the chessboard. "It's Friday, Kiri-chan. Are you going to play or not?"

"Hmph. Very well."

The two sat in silence while moving pieces across the stone-based playing field. The only sounds between them were the playing pieces touching the board, the tap of a timer off to the side and the taps of their hands hitting it between their turns. The match was swift – one could imagine a spectator unfamiliar with both of them would think it was a friendly spar between two high-ranked chess masters.

"Checkmate." Kyoko sat straight up as she placed her piece, finally cornering Junko's king.

"Aw, poor Makoto."

Ignoring her snide remark, Kyoko continued. "Though it does make sense. You could only win when you had all the advantages on your side."

"You make it sound like I'm a sore loser." The former SHSL Fashion Girl shrugged. "But the only thing we can be fair with each other is a game like this, isn't it? Love included, by the way."

"Interesting strategy you are employing there. But what happened, happened. That's the truth. Blaming it on how you interfered would be not acknowledging that Makoto-kun made his own choice."

"Still got it all together, hmm? Not bad." Junko stuck her tongue out. "But I can only wonder how long that iron will of yours will last."

"Oh? With your strategy of pitting Tsumugi Shirogane against Shuichi Saihara?"

The area around Junko's eyes darkened as she looked displeased. "And where'd you come up with that ridiculous idea?"

"Come now. It's obvious. It was only a matter of time before she went to appeal to you."

"Interesting. And my brown-haired idiot lover had nothing to do with it?"

Kyoko crossed her arms with a smug smile. "You forget that I was the original SHSL Detective."

A groan came out of the strawberry blonde's hair. "You're no fun! No fun at all! Aren't detectives supposed to be investigating after the fact?"

"I suppose I have my own brand of precognition."

Junko snapped back to a more clown-like expression. "True! You would've always been a thorn in my side with that insane amount of big brain in that boring skull of yours."

"Shirogane and Saihara." Kyoko sighed. "They seem destined to clash."

"Upupupu. So why not sit back, relax and enjoy the show?"

"I'm afraid my position does not allow me to be the passive observer anymore."

"Oh what? With your so-called Ultimate Talent Development Plan?"

It was now Kirigiri's turn to turn displeased with darkened eyes. Before she could say what was on her mind, she stopped and took another breath. "How long have you known?"

"Before you even thought of it!"

No response from the person across the chess table.

"I mean, it's clear who inspired it. You do have good taste."

"Is this your answer to it, then?"

"What? I'm not going to get in your way of that." Junko grinned. "Developing skills outside of natural-born talents...I want to see what happens when it finally happens. And all the craziness that'll come out of it!"

"Waiting for some potential chaos to come out of it as an unintended side-effect?"

"Come on! Imagine if everyone on the planet had some kind of SHSL talent! We'd have some crazy street fights for sure! And maybe some pretty nasty wars."

"I don't know if such a thing is possible. But the immediate payoff of making SHSL talents more well-rounded would be worth it."

"So optimistic!"

"We've already seen firsthand what a curriculum like Hope's Peak offers its students. It becomes a twisted destiny for humanity which ends up in the creation of something like Izuru Kamakura." Kyoko crossed her leg. "And its tendrils don't just stop at the academy. Others outside of it are affected too."

"Oh! So like your crappy home life, right?"

"...there shouldn't be another Kyoko Kirigiri. Just as there shouldn't be another Junko Enoshima."

A small smile came from Junko. She didn't say anything but stood up in response.

"Well then! Next week then, Kiri-chan?"

"...next week."

The two finally walked off toward opposite directions as the snow fell slightly, starting to cover the chessboard they were playing on.

"You really wanted to go to this, Akamatsu-san?"

"Of course! She's got millions of fans. I might learn a thing or two." Kaede smiled at Shuichi as they were walking behind esteemed guests attending Sayaka's idol group concert.

"I didn't even think you liked this kind of music."

"I don't really. I'm kinda neutral about it. But I've got to figure out a way to get bigger. Lots of things stacked against me these days."

"You don't only play classical pieces, don't you?"

"They're great practice. But I want to write my own songs. Songs from the heart, you know?"

"The heart..." Shuichi held his hand on top of his own and started thinking.

"I'm sure your own heartbeat is a wonderful melody, Saihara-kun."

"I...!" He couldn't help turning red at such a sly pickup line. "You really can be too much sometimes."

"Just as long as you get my intentions."

A third voice next to them interrupted them. "Such a hussy! C'mon, Saihara-chan. You shouldn't be swayed so easily."

Shuichi felt his right arm being tugged along by Kokichi Oma.

"And why'd you want to come along anyway, Oma-kun?" Kaede crossed her arms as she followed the two boys.

"To steal your precious man away, of course! Nishishishi!"

"You're a lot of things. I don't think being petty is one of them."

"Oh? How can you be so sure, Akamatsu-chan~?"

Kaede sighed and buried her face in her hand.

"I'll just assume you're a fan of Maizono-san's." Shuichi guessed. "Hey, what's with these people cheering at us for?"

The Panta-affiliated youth smirked. "Did you forget? We're celebrities too, you know."

There looked to be an excited group beyond the security lines, somewhat mixed but with quite a female presence, cheering at Shuichi and Kokichi. The SHSL Detective narrowed his eyes a bit and made out a few signs. There were a few boys' love art pieces of the two along with some text signs that all had some mention of "Saioma."

"Is...that what they're calling it?"

"You heard our adoring public, Saihara-chan! Let's go out."

"I'm not going to let the public decide who I get together with."

A smaller, but still vocal group was doing the same thing but with Kaede and Shuichi instead.

"What the?! Why are they so serious about this?" The pianist looked completely flustered.

"...it's just how fandoms are." The blue-haired detective explained. "Though I don't think I've ever seen something like this before."

"I never realized just how passionate the Danganronpa fanbase could be. A perfect way for a SHSL Supreme Leader to make an organization from the ground up!"

"Guess that's one way to look at it. But I'd definitely like to expand out of just this one fandom." The blonde kept a brisk walking pace with her group. "Besides, most of these people are here for the idols. Not us."

The three finally entered the guarded venue and took their places amongst the VIPs. Shuichi could make out the figure of one Maki Harukawa who was looking around, probably assigned as additional security for the event. The lights all shut off around the event grounds and lit up the stage itself, having Sayaka and her idol group file out onto the stage with roaring applause and cheers. The blue-haired entertainer waved while in a cute pink costume.

The SHSL Idol's voice was airy and high as the audience cheered her on. Her hands went together and she smiled with her mouth wide open. The large plasma display behind the group as they started to sing and dance briefly displayed the words "Negaigoto Ensemble" along with a cute graphic. Shuichi found himself tapping his right foot along with the song while his other two companions gave him a look.

"W-what? It's really catchy."

"Didn't think you really liked pop music so much, Saihara-kun. I'm a little disappointed."

"Nah! He's just totally head over heels for the idols! Nishishishi..."

Shuichi sighed as the concert continued with more songs. Around halfway through the set, Kokichi started to move away.

"Hey! Where are you going?" Kaede questioned.

"Gotta use the little boy's room. Why? Still distrust me?"

"No, it's not that."

"Then you're into that sort of thing? Ew!" The SHSL Supreme Leader gave off a coy smile.

"Ugh! Never mind. Just go already!"

He scurried off while Kaede groaned. "Why does he always have to be so difficult? You said it already. The killing game's over."

"It's not like we've been around him the whole time. We have no idea how the others have treated him. In fact he's usually by himself."

"Is he that paranoid of us? I mean yeah, people murdered each other, but we're all fine now aren't we?"

"Not necessarily." Shuichi countered while the music was going on and the crowd was moving along to it. "It was a high-stress situation that still affected us. I've just had to tell myself over and over that it was just fiction ever since I got out."

"Saihara-kun. I'm sorry. Guess Amami-kun was right. Exiting the game early was a blessing in disguise."

"...it's okay. More importantly, you were right to be suspicious."

"Eh? I was?"

Shuichi nodded. "It wasn't like he was really into the music either. It looked like he was waiting."

"Waiting for what, then?"

"I don't know. I don't exactly know what the Alliance has been making him do in order to develop his talent."

Kaede started to sweat slightly. "Oh yeah. Not like he would tell anyone anything. Not without lying."

"Let's go, Akamatsu-san."

"Right behind you."

The two sifted out of the VIP area while the performance was still going on. Shuichi managed to catch a glimpse of the small male and started to follow with Kaede sticking close. Eventually they lost sight of him near one of the checkpoints. While they were figuring out their next move, the SHSL Detective felt as if someone was right behind him.

"Saihara."

He turned around and saw a displeased Maki. "Harukawa-san!"

"Don't be so noisy."

Kaede spoke up. "We can explain."

"Not interested. I'm guessing it has something to do with that bastard."

"Who?"

"Oma."

Shuichi stepped toward the SHSL Assassin. "We're looking for him."

"Fine. He probably is up to something. Come with me."

Maki led them past all the posted guards in the area and got them backstage where they could hear the music much more clearly than before. There didn't seem to be any lip-syncing going on. Staffers from behind the scenes were scurrying about trying to keep the show running smoothly as possible.

The red-eyed girl was looking around. "He can't have gone far."

"Hold on. Something's wrong." Kaede closed her eyes and held her breath.

Shuichi and Maki stood silent next to her.

"I hear something thumping from above us."

"The only thing above us is scaffolding." Maki explained.

Shuichi's eyes widened. "We need to get up there, Harukawa-san! Akamatsu-san, can you stay down here and make sure nothing happens?"

"Can do!"

"I won't be waiting for you." Maki suddenly loaded him over her shoulder and started to climb up a nearby wall up to the ceiling. Shuichi wasn't exactly enthused but he swallowed his pride. When they reached the top of the all-black scaffolding, she finally let him down and he sighed. They could both see the idol group dancing from underneath them.

Maki was looking right at them from above. "...cute."

"You like idols?"

"Shut up. Focus. Where's that Panta rat?"

Shuichi started to look around. All the lights were right underneath them, but it was still fairly dark up above where they were. His eyes suddenly locked onto something strange. It looked like the silhouette of a giant weight – something you'd probably see in some sort of cartoon. Bigger than any anvil, at least. Without thinking, he started to run toward it. The bad feeling in his gut intensified. Once he got close, he saw a small figure leaning against it.

"Don't move! Stop!"

"Nishishishi. Looks like you finally arrived, Saihara-chan."

"Oma-kun! What the heck do you think you're doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing? Or is the SHSL Detective that dense?"

From the other side, Maki was already pointing what looked to be a crossbow. "Stand away from the counterweight, bastard. I won't miss this time."

"No tricks." Shuichi warned. "We don't get another life out here."

"I know, I know. And it's not like she'd ever hesitate to kill me either." Kokichi's face darkened with an evil grin. "Seems you guys stopped me just in time."

"Enough talk. Start moving away from it."

Kokichi kept his hands up while moving slowly away from it. Before he could even try anything, Maki already knocked him down in the blink of an eye and cuffed him. She started to search him for any kind of trick or device. She came up empty-handed.

"I always knew you were a son of a bitch." Maki roughly grabbed him by the back and forced him to stand up.

While Kokichi was being taken into custody by the SHSL Assassin, Shuichi's bad feeling never subsided.

"Everyone! Let's do our best today! GIVE IT YOUR ALL!"

The loud booming voice of Nekomaru Nidai was cheering his classmates on as they were running around the field. Even Hiyoko was begrudgingly participating in the athletic activity with everyone else. He suddenly looked over as Hajime brought over a cooler filled with bottled water.

"You even came out here yourself, Hinata. I'm proud of you!"

"Thanks, Nidai. I think." Hajime looked over and saw Mikan doing her best to not to trip and draw attention to herself. "Everyone's looking good these days."

"We're not weak. Not anymore!" The SHSL Coach clenched his fists. "We may bend, but we'll never break."

"That's good to hear. You've really been putting in the work."

"Of course I have. You and Naegi have done way too much for us already. I need to take care of my classmates. I couldn't be a man if I didn't do my part. Or if I shit my own pants."

Hajime looked completely taken aback. "Need to go?"

"Nah. I've gotten better at it. I don't even blow up the restroom anymore. GAAAHAHAHAHA!"

"Right..."

"Besides, I'm proud of you because you even got Nanami to lay off the video games a little bit. She's got great strength that would be going to waste."

Hajime saw the two Chiakis running along their class and smiling with each other.

"She's always been pretty tough. And inspiring, in a way."

Nagito ran past them with a smile and a wave.

"Getting to live our school day lives again." Nekomaru started to tear up. "It's a perfect ending, isn't it?! And with all of us ALIIIIIIVE!"

"I don't think it's the end. It's just a new beginning for an unknown future." Hajime replied.

"Hah! Well, goes to show what I know. I'm just a coach. I'll leave the philosophy to you."

"Any luck with Komaeda?"

The large, burly man rubbed the back of his neck. "Nope! He's as stubborn as an ingrown toenail. When he sets into somewhere, you're only gonna hurt yourself trying to pull him out!"

"Guess there's nothing else we can do." The former Reserve Course student placed his finger on his chin. "You seem a lot more tired lately."

"Huh?! Oh, right. Guess you'd be able to tell with that weird eye of yours. There's just been so much to do with everyone back. HEY!"

"...yes, Nidai?"

"Since you have all those talents, show me that massage of yours!"

"Erm..."

"There's no shame in it! I may have been able to give my world-famous massages to everyone here, but I'd like to experience it for myself!"

"Actually, that makes sense. I'll do it."

"HUUUUUUUUUHHHH?! You're usually way more resistant to this sort of request! Haha! Maybe we've finally gotten to you?"

Some sweat appeared on Hajime's forehead. "No, I wouldn't say that. Chiaki and I are going on a trip soon anyway."

"Oh yeah. That's right. Can't believe our Nanami wanted to take one so badly. But don't you have two young wards with you?"

"They're not small children. I'm more of a guy that just gives them a place to live than actually being a caretaker."

Nekomaru placed both of his massive hands on Hajime's shoulders. "Come on! They may not be related to you by blood, but they're still your charge! Act more like a parent!"

"A parent?!"

"Be a man, Hinata! For Nanami's sake!"

"W-wait, that's...!"

The SHSL Coach's hands started to dig into his peer's shoulders. "You didn't think I wouldn't notice, did you? Normally you're more distant and passive, but right now you're putting your all into making this a good day. You, of all people, would know how much time I'd have left."

"Nidai."

"You're a good man. But don't think I'm so weak that I wouldn't meet my own end head on."

"Before I get back, you'll—"

"That's all I needed to hear." The sickly man retracted his hands to his sides. "A shame I won't be able to get to graduation with everyone else. But, as far as I know, we've already graduated."

He looked up into the clear blue sky above them. "I've coached countless teams and athletes... but I've never been more proud to have been able to be there for my class. They'll be fine. I can move forward into the end with a smile on my face."

Hajime kept quiet and only looked at him.

"We weren't in the same class during our time at HPA, but you're part of that too. And I know everyone else feels the same way. If I knew what was going on, I'd have just dragged you into our class myself!"

The brown-haired man only returned a small smile. Unfortunately for him, it became an invitation for Nekomaru to lift him into a squeezing hug. Hajime was understandably freaked out by the show of affection, but he sighed and reluctantly returned the hug.

The next day's sun was shining through the windows in Kyoko Kirigiri's office. Shuichi had been in there for various times before, but he still couldn't shake off how nervous he felt whenever he was sitting across from his mentor and inspiration.

"It doesn't look good for Oma-kun." The current Tokyo head of the Alliance folded her gloved hands into each other while looking straight at the current SHSL Detective. "He refuses to give any alibis to what he was doing that night on the scaffolding. He's not outright admitting that he was attempting to harm Sayaka Maizono, but he refuses to deny it either."

"I don't believe he would do such a thing."

"Do you have any evidence to support your claim?"

"You've seen the killing game. Even though he was involved in several deaths, he never harmed anyone directly." A memory of the hydraulic press with blood leaking below it flashed in his mind. "The only one he ever directly harmed was himself."

"I would argue that basing your psychological profiling of your fellow contestants is faulty at best."

"Still! It doesn't seem right. I...I guess my gut is telling me that it isn't true. Sorry."

A small smile crept on Kyoko's face. "That's quite alright. Sometimes that sort of feeling can lead yourself to the truth. But make sure to have evidence to back up your theory, considering it will be examined during your next inquiry."

"You're putting me on the case, Kirigiri-san?"

"Of course. Even though it involves someone you personally know, you are our best chance at finding out the truth."

Shuichi smiled. "I...I won't let you down! I swear!"

"I won't be the one who'd be let down here, should you fail. You should remember that."

"Of course." He stood up and bowed. Afterward, he briskly walked out of the room.

Trying to calm himself and shake off his adrenaline, he walked down into Himiko's bar to try and regain his composure. It was a little busier than last time, while the SHSL Magician was having a conversation with Gonta.

"Nyeh. You didn't bring any of your 'friends' in here did you?"

"No! Gonta—I—know not to be rude like that. It's not gentleman-like. Oh! Saihara-kun! It's nice to see you."

"It's good to see you too, Gokuhara-kun. How's everything with your research?"

"It doing good! And I've been getting speech therapy!" Gonta smiled triumphantly. "I just need to send the data to the former SHSL Farmer and we can revitalize the dead Earth in the affected areas!"

"Oh? How will you do that?"

"We introduce some insects into the ecosystem, have them breed and soil and vegetation will fix itself!"

Shuichi couldn't help turning a little blue due to the memory of Gonta's insect meet-and-greet.

"Just no mosquitoes! They're all demonspawn and only want to suck the mana out of everyone. Just like Iruma." Himiko huffed. "Need to restore your MP, Saihara?"

"Sure. I'm kinda thirsty, actually."

"Nyeh! Okay!" She pulled out some cocktail mixes and started to mix them together. After some vigorous stirring, she presented an all-blue drink to him.

"Hey, it's the same shade as my hair."

"Nii hee hee hee! A mage has got to be super perceptive, y'know. A magic bartender doubly so." Himiko placed her finger on her chin. "Speaking of which, when are you asking Akamatsu out?"

Shuichi's eyes almost popped out of his head. "W-Whoa, hey!"

"She's totally into you, you know. We can't have you becoming a wizard. I don't want competition."

"A wizard? I don't...wait, is it that stupid joke about being a virgin?"

She started laughing. Saihara only huffed in reply and started drinking his non-alcoholic mana potion. Despite the strange fruity flavors, it actually felt like he was calming down. It ended up being tasty.

"What did you put in this, Yumeno-san?"

"Nyeh. A mage, bartender and magician never reveal their secrets. It'd be like a triple curse on myself if I told you!" The redheaded girl then gave a goofy smile. "But I'm glad you liked it."

"It'd be nice if more of us could just hang out here."

"Maybe! But some of them would just be annoying."

Gonta sighed. "It's shame that some of us don't get along. I agree with Saihara-kun. We should try doing things as a group."

"If people weren't willing to listen to Akamatsu, what makes you think that they'd just all buddy-buddy together all of a sudden. There's some bad blood there. Bad enough to make a hex or two."

Shuichi continued drinking while he reflected on this. Between the inquiries and the mutual dislikes between people he knew, there wasn't going to be any easy answers.

ANote

"I don't know why you seem so interested in my arms." Keebo gave Miu a weary look.

"The hell's wrong with you? A hot chick's interested in some of your body parts and you act like you hate it! Are you gay or something?!"

"I don't see how my sexual preference has anything to do with this."

"You really are kinda screwed up, huh?" Miu continued to examine his prosthetic limbs. "These are really high quality, even though there isn't any fake skin grafted to them."

"Are they? I wouldn't know."

"You saying I'm a liar? This is some really advanced shit. Add some skin and some nerve-endings and you got yourself a better-than-human arm!"

"I had no idea. These are the only arms I've ever had."

Miu started to drool a little bit. "If I could take these babies apart, I could see how the hell they work and then maybe even make better ones! C'mon, Keebo! Gimme 'em!"

"I never agreed to this."

"I'll do anything you want if you give them to me." She cooed slightly, leaning her own chest on his chest. Unfortunately for her, he looked completely disinterested.

A gruff, regal voice barked at them. "You two."

"Eh?! What the fuck do you want, you glasses-wearing twink?"

Byakuya adjusted his tie and crossed his arms. "Clearly I've found the right idiots for a little errand I need to run."

"Who the hell are you calling an idiot? Just because you came out of a rich dude's ballsack doesn't mean jack!"

The former SHSL Heir was unphased. "You two will be attending an opening ceremony. There is no saying 'no' to this. It'll be a direct order from me."

"F—"

"Must I remind you who funds this operation? I'll trust you to think slightly more before you open that garbage dump you call a mouth."

"S-Shit..." Miu looked like she enjoyed that last comment.

"What would you have us do, Togami-san?" Keebo asked.

"You simply need to attend. Of course, you won't be representatives of the Togami Group. You will just be attending as former contestants of Danganronpa V3. Besides, with how you two are, I doubt anyone would believe that you were there at my behest anyway."

"If it's me and Keebs, then whatever. I guess I'll go." Miu shrugged. "Need me to wear something frilly or something?"

"Just go in your normal wear. I feel I needed to say that specifically, considering I've heard that you are a deviant." Byakuya smirked and walked away.

"Screw you too, rich asshole!" Miu yelled. "Well, looks like we got a date. You should be glad you're going out with a bombshell like me!"

"I never agreed to that, either."