One side effect of becoming headmaster at Hope's Peak Academy was that Makoto found his daily schedule to be surprisingly hectic.

He would attempt to begin his morning at 5:30, but since he was never a true morning person, this never happened. The same could not be said for his girlfriend however, as Kyoko would succeed at drawing him from his slumber with a cup of coffee at around 6:00, after she had already gotten ready for the day.

The morning staff meeting would then be held at 6:30 in his office. It was however further from a typical staff meeting. Firstly, only five of the seven staff members would actually comprehend the discussion at this time in the morning. Hiro would normally still be snoring and practically sleepwalked into the office, if he even made it, and Komaru shared her brother's dislike for the morning, so dozed most of the way through it.

On one such morning, the meeting was delayed. Toko had yet to show up, which was odd as she always made a point of it to come as not to agitate Byakuya - the meetings were his idea after all.

"Has anyone seen Toko this morning?" Makoto asked his staff. Most of them shook their heads, but one was as blunt as ever:

"She is currently locked in her room for everyone's safety," nobody needed an explanation after that, but Byakuya continued nonetheless, "I found her passed out with a some blood on the back on her hand seeping from a cut. I assume I don't need to explain my reasoning for her imprisonment?" The unanimous stony face present on the rest of the staff gave Byakuya his answer.


From 7:00 onward, breakfast would be served, and it was also at this time the student's were advised to awake. On some days, it would be a full english or continental, but mostly it was just either cereal, toast, etc. Those who boarded at the school would all dine together, including the staff. The students would usually ask an array of questions to the teachers in the morning:

"Mr Togami, could you explain compound interest again?"

"Miss Fukawa, what's pathetic fallacy?"

and questions like that.

Even though the main purpose of the students' education was primarily based around improving their talent, it was decided they would still need some form of general education, so they could survive in the outside world. Opinions on exactly what the general eductation would be differed greatly, so it was decided it would be hobbled together from the standard curriculum.

On another occassion, one question managed to invoke more thought on the teacher than the student:

"Mrs Naegi, how does mitosis work again?"

The question was simple enough to answer, and Kyoko answered it with ease. It was the address that caught her off guard. Maybe it was a slip of the tongue? But then why did it slip? Had she and Makoto showed a few too many displays of affection in front of the student? How many was just too many? Her mind swarmed with questions, interrogating herself.

But the one thing that bewildered her the most, was that she didn't mind being called "Mrs Naegi". Even though they had been in a serious relationship for several months now, it was only at that point where she had genuinely considered marriage. A past version of her would have dismissed the idea entirely, and solely focused on her work.

That was before she had met Makoto though.

Now she was silently planning ways to plant the idea inside her boyfriend's head.


For the rest of the day until dinner, the actual schooling was done. Some classes would be held throughout the day, but it was mostly up to the students what they wanted to do. Most would spend time doing what they loved doing, ergo working on their talent. Classes were mandatory, but they made only a few hours each week.

For Makoto, his days could go from being interesting to menial. He spent a large amount of time in his office, sifting though e-mails on his computer. Most of them were still from news companies that survived the tragedy, and were clinging for an interview with him. He had already given an explanation of the events of the tragedy, and had no desire to reiterate himself.

An email he received one day did catch his eye however:

Dear Makoto,

I have succeeded in salvaging the remains of the Neo World architecture, and I think will find the results interesting.

As excepted, any trace of the virtual world itself or the Despair AI has been deleted, along with most of the program itself, but two sub-programs remained in the system. The first was the original AI program, which the Neo World program was integrated with; and also the memory transfer program used to connect to the immersion pods.

Some of the data was in tact too. Most of it was digital blueprints for some of Monokuma's technology he used, but what was the most interesting was a memory engram left in the data. I can only assume it was the sixteenth memory file, which we couldn't upload.

I will investigate it more, but I do believe using the salvaged data the engram can be fully recovered.

You've probably guessed my plan, so I'll send regular updates on the project.

Yours, Kazuchi Soda

P.S. Transcribed/edited by Sonja

Makoto had a vague idea of what was going through Kazuchi's mind, and he agreed that investigating it would be a good idea. He'd keep it to himself for the time being, as some could regard the ethics behind it as questionable, but he wasn't one to question hope.


Dinner was mostly the same as breakfast. Students would ask questions to the teachers, or in some instances converse with them - the majority of which was Hiro spiralling off about another conspiracy theory. The dining hall would usually be occupied for longer, but by 20:00 it was mostly empty, as most of the students were winding down for the night.

After finishing off some work in his office, Makoto would usually retire to his room at around 21:30, and would most likely take a shower, or a bath if it had been a particularly stressful day. The nighttime bell would ring at 22:00, at which time Kyoko would return to their room, presumably after finishing whatever work she needed to do. They would then have a late night drink in bed before they went to sleep. Kyoko would idly read a book, but she mainly talked with Makoto. Since she was "reading" He would usually lead the conversation, but she had decided on a specific night it was her turn to lead it.

"I had something odd happen at breakfast the other day" She told him.

"Oh?"

"A student called me Mrs Naegi" Makoto blushed, but she still wasn't done teasing him.

"W-was it a slip of the tongue"

"Most likely," She closed her book, placed it on her beside table, leaned over to Makoto and whispered: "But I didn't mind", and kissed him goodnight. She then turned off the lamp, and lay her head on the pillow, silently smirking. Even though it was dark now, she could still see him blushing hard. She liked his bashfulness - she thought it was cute.

Makoto sat awake for a while after Kyoko had kissed him goodnight, as he was thinking. Thinking very hard.

Thinking very hard about the best way to propose to the Ultimate Detective sleeping beside him.