A/N: Here is the long-awaited chapter requested by ClearlyOriginal. Wanted to do it sooner, but I had a bit more of a problem with this one. I'm afraid it won't be outright more romantic, but I will try to make it a little more personal than harems. But I still have no regrets about that chapter.
Stories of the sleepover had worked its way to the ears of the boys. Namely, Sayaka complained to Makoto about Celeste and Toko quite a bit. Being the protoganist he was, he decided to talk to both of them. Not about the sleepover, of course, but just to talk. Celeste had formed a weird friendship with Hifumi, but Toko on the other hand, was just being her usual self. Makoto decided to talk to Celeste first, as she would probably be less trouble. He wasn't going after them, it was his pure friend-to-all attitude that drove him. But...the fact that both of them were girls would not help his case later on.
As Celeste was usually alone, finding her was not a problem. She happened to be in the library, and upon entrance, Byakuya looked up and promptly looked back down at his book. He only leaves when Sayaka's with him, as that always turns into a nuisance. Since he couldn't care less about what they would talk about, Makoto doesn't try to lower his voice as he approaches her.
"Hey Celeste."
"Hello Makoto. Is there anything I can do for you?"
"I just wanted to talk a little."
"My, is that your only pick-up line? It seems to be your favorite, as I recall you using something similar with Mukuro." Amusement laces her voice as Makoto's genricness shines through.
"Well, you know me. I'm pretty predictable."
"Oh, absolutely. In fact, I am certain you would make one of the best and one of the worst gamblers."
"Best and worst? What's that supposed to mean?"
"Well, you would definitely have a terrible poker face. That much I can be sure of. After all, you spoke to me in attempt to befriend me after Sayaka was annoyed with me. Unless I am wrong?"
He just sighs. "It's not that I don't want to talk to you, it's just…she was being very loud about it."
"And that you admitted to such proves my point. On the other hand, if you are truly as lucky as your title implies, then you would be an amazing gambler, as much of gambling relies on luck."
"I wouldn't say I'm particularly lucky. Getting invited to Hope's Peak was the first time I ever thought of myself as having good luck. I doubt it would help me much when I need it."
"My, that's a shame. I'm afraid I can't make my dream competition then."
"Your dream competition?"
"My goal would be to play a game of...anything really, against an opponent known for their luck, and an opponent known for their skill. It would be quite amusing to beat both of the extremes at once."
"Which extreme would you say that you lean more towards?"
"Oh luck, definitely." She says with no hesitation. "I won't deny that I have a certain level of skill, but I've won games without even knowing the rules beforehand."
"That's pretty impressive. What did the guy who lost do?"
She waves him off. "He had no idea that it was my first time playing chess."
He backpedals at this. "Wait chess? How did you beat competitive chess players without even knowing the rules?"
"Luck."
"That's it?"
"Entirely luck. Well, that and a little adaptability."
"Wow, looks like I'm not the real Ultimate Luckster here. You seem way more into it."
"On the contrary. That you came out of nowhere under the name lucky student is fascinating. Having someone who is known to be lucky is absolutely pointless, as it is an extremely obvious choice. But, to have a regular person be called lucky, well that is far more interesting, don't you think?"
"When you think about it like that, I guess so. I still don't think that I could be a good candidate for your competition. Sorry about that."
"You needn't worry. I'm sure that I'll find someone of merit someday. After all, if I didn't, that would be uncharacteristically unlucky of me."
A/N: Sorry about the short chapter, but I have a valid excuse. My mom decided it would be a great idea to unplug everything from our broken computer- including the source of our wi-fi! I spent a good hour on hold at Best Buy, to no avail. The best part was, I tried plugging it back in, but that doesn't work when she went and hid one of the cords I needed. Needless to say, Google docs would not cooperate, as I couldn't access the beginning of my chapter. When she gave me the bag of cords, I tried not to let my anger at all existence show.