Hiya, it's your favorite protagonist, Ichigo, again! I mean, if I'm not your favorite protagonist, I don't really give a fuck, so you'll have to deal with my existence.

And if you couldn't tell, my attempts at making a corn cult didn't go so well, and I just gave up on that part. I am keeping the corn costume because it looks cute. Still, I don't have enough motivation to make another cult anytime soon.

Anyways, I've finished my monologue, and let's get on with the chapter!

The day I beat the absolute shit out of Nagito Komaeda was nice and sunny. Well, I wish I did. It would probably be a lot of fun, but then I'd get suspended or someshit if I got caught beating up an Ultimate. I probably need therapy for all of the violent fantasies I have sometimes.

But it was also a day when Jimmey and I decided to go and sit with Chiaki and the other Ultimates.

But it was more like Chiaki and Jimmey gaming together, me tagging along to torment Hiyoko Saionji by giving her sour gummy bears because I think she's super adorbs in a satanic way, and the other Ultimates were doing whatever they do at lunch.

"Awwwww, Hiyoko! But I thought you liked gummy bears," I teased while trying to force another gummy into her mouth.

"YOU KNOW FOR A FACT THAT I DON'T LIKE ICKY SOUR GUMMIES, YOU DUMB WHORE!" Hiyoko screeched while trying to keep away from me and the gummies.

"Omgs, I'm like so soz Piyoko. I probs just forgot. It's not a big deal. Unless it is? Because you know I totes adore you because you're so adorbs," I fired back with a playful air kiss.

She sneered for a second before tears started welling in her eyes, and she screamed, "BIG SIS MAHIRU, BIG SIS ICHI'S BULLYING ME!"

I simply blinked and whipped out a bag of her usual gummy bears, the ones without–in her words–icky sour shit.

"Piyoko, if I give you this, will you stop screeching like a banshee?"

She sniffed and nodded before attempting to snatch the gummies before I pulled them higher than her.

"Ah ah ah, Piyoko. You know better than I do that you're lying. At the very least, be a bit more convincing and make your face seem more apologetic," I lectured before placing the bag into her hands.

She stuck her tongue out at me and spun around, racing towards Mahiru. I chuckled a little bit because she reminded me of a baby chick running to her mama.

I started walking back towards Jimmey and Chiaki–mainly to bother them into letting me join their Gala Omega cult–when I noticed someone new joined them.

Given Jimmey's increasingly agitated body language, I determined it was the only person who could make Jimmey pissed off.

And it's not even me. It's fucking Komaeda, the unholy hope simp himself.

I slowed myself down to give myself the element of surprise before I started to jump Komaeda, and I heard some shit that was going to make me break his nose. But in a funny way.

"For a reserve course student, you're quite an ambitious stepladder," He sighed condescendingly.

"And for a cocksucker who got into this school by a lottery, you're quite a cunt," I cut in, flicking my shoulder-length fuchsia hair back over my shoulder and staring at him unimpressed.

Honestly, he could go for better insults than "ambitious stepladder." Like seriously, who gets offended by that?

Well, Jimmey does, but we don't talk about that.

"Oh, and look who we have here. The talent waster."

"Better a talent waster than a moron who's unhappy with her life."

We glared at each other for a bit before composing ourselves and pretending that the other didn't exist.

"Anywaaaaayyyyyys, Jimmey, do you think we can go to an arcade or someshit this weekend? I'll pay," I smiled brightly like I didn't wanna chop off Komaeda's fingers and shove them down his throat.

"Yeah, sure, Ichi," Jimmey replied effortlessly, already used to my bullshit.

"OH MY GOD, YOU FINALLY CALLED ME ICHI! IT TOOK YOU LIKE FOUR CHAPTERS TO DO IT, BUT YOU DID IT!" I screeched while hugging him tightly like he was a teddy bear.

"I-Ichi, before you suffocate me to death, can we bring Chiaki too?"

"YEAH, NO PROBLEM!"