Danganronpa: Despair's Therapy

by fangsla

not my story author give permission to do whatever anyone want with it after abandon It wasn't your decision to be in this world! If anything you'd rather be back within the stars! Watching the various worlds march towards their untimely demise! But your boss being a salty bastard sent you on vacation to the 'wonderful' world of Danganronpa! villain mc harem evil protagonist lemon

5. Chapter 4: Day 3 Academia Troubles

Chapter 4: Day 3 Academia Troubles

Akira Furuya (Asleep) POV

A crime was committed last night.

A terrible crime.

Innocence, no matter how little, was lost.

You caused it.

You did it.

You were responsible for all that happened.

Upon arriving at your dorm you quickly found yourself laying upon your bed and falling fast asleep. Yet… As darkness falls upon you soon enough a small light beams in front of your eyes. Within seconds that dim light becomes as bright as the sun as you are tossed out of bed only to stare into a light so holy that it burns your skin.

You try to speak. To scream. To yell. But as you make the attempt your mouth does move, you raise your hand to your face to realize you have no arms. No body. All that remains is your inconsequential soul in front of the blinding solar body.

In horror you realize what is in front of you.

The planetary bodies formed a shape distinct and eerily recognizable, that of an angel. Planets formed wings and stars formed limbs. A massive sun was at the center of this divine entity. Your memories of godhood remember the one in front of you well… Ra…

Three voices echo out. A man. A woman. A child.

"Fallen lord, are you witness to the crimes you have wrought?"*

"Fallen lord, will you accept the consequences of your descent into humanities filth?"_

"Fallen lord, do you not mourn your lost glory at the hands of Apophis?"

They all ask at once.

"Fallen lord what say you?"_

If it were not for your previous understanding of godspeak their word would never reach you. Your body is stuck still, the human in you is in absolute wonder while the god is in terrible horror.

They continue to speak.

"Silent lord, are you ashamed?"*

"Silent lord, does guilt overcome you?"_

"Silent lord, why do you not speak?"

You don't know how to respond, if you even can.

"Former lord, there is no need to answer… We can already see the decrepitness of your soul… You have fallen from grace, you'll be lucky to ever return…"*

"Former lord, our apologies for what your lord has done to you… We wish we could return you to what you once were… Yet the human must live so that you may live…."_

"Former lord, if only to spite Apophis we wish your return… Your reformation is a necessity, overcome your sinful desire or be overran… Either one could return you to who you were…"

Then they utter their last words.

"For it is our will, the will of Ra. So it shall be done… The Former Lord shall overcome the trials set by Apophis and return to the state of Lord. So in our history, no God may lose power."_

For it is their will, it shall be done.

Akira Furuya (Awake) POV

As you awaken in a jolt of fear, your breath leaks uncontrolled as you rethink the vision. The words of Ra had terrified you, as they always have. However, in this case you have a sneaking suspicion that your mind is playing a trick on you.

If Ra had really spoken to you then at the very least your core would've shook. A very convincing dream is what that 'vision' was.

Yet… If what the God of Diligence in your dream stated was even potentially true… Was it not worth risking?

Then again, do you want to return to godhood when being human has been so much fun?

Thoughts for later… You don't have the time to consider, as you live in the now. Not the past, or the future.

Exiting your dorm you let out a breath you weren't even aware you were holding… Were you… Were you holding your breath the entirety of your morning routine? Guess you're lucky your body isn't entirely human… Otherwise the police were going to have a very hard time understanding how the Ultimate Psychologist asphyxiated.

Jokes aside that... That dream couldn't have affected you that much right?

No, you aren't thinking about that now. You don't want to waste your morning thinking over strange dreams. You especially don't want to think about the possibility that it wasn't a dream.

"You okay dude?" A voice calls suddenly from your right, your response to such an interjection… Was not the best…

Your body naturally pulls away from the voice as you try to distance yourself from the interloper all the while hissing out, "The hell?" Staring forwards you realize that the person who surprised you was… Kuwata? Yeah Kuwata, he was from your class.

Why is he here?

Your aggressive tone gets a scared response from your classmate, "Woah! Calm down dude! With how you were staring into space I thought you were on drugs or something!" The tactless response completely takes the wind out of your sails as you can't help but stare at Kuwata with apathetic eyes.

"What's that look for!" He yells out, embarrassed that he might've done something wrong.

Standing up straight you focus your unimpressed gaze upon the idiot in front of you as you say, "Drugs? Really?"

Upon realizing what he said Kuwata becomes sheepish as he tries to salvage his pride, "Uh, you never know right? I mean like… Dude you weren't breathing for a moment there, what else was I supposed to think?" This better not be an actual habit you have.

"I was just deep in thought." You say in a vain attempt to salvage your own pride.

With the tables turned Kuwata gains some confidence as he jokingly says, "Must've been pretty deep then if you didn't even react when I poked your shoulder."

You have no words for your own stupidity… "Yeah." Is all you can get out.

"But hey, seriously jokes aside… You okay man?" He asks seriously.

"Uh yeah." You say weakly.

Then Kuwata goes back to sheepish as he mutters, "Anyways, kind of just realized I don't know your name… Uh…"

"Akira Furuya, Ultimate Psychologist… We're in the same class…" You say disappointedly.

Kuwata's eyes widened in surprise as hurriedly said, "Uh… Yeah I knew that, totally!"

"I had to introduce myself in front of our class because I was late on the first day…" You elaborate as the idiot's eyes light up with recognition.

Scratching the back of his head Kuwata says, "Oh, yeah. Sorry about that, I kind of struggle with names from time to time."

"Anyways you could introduce yourself to me, as far as I'm aware your full name is Kuwata." Your tone is filled with mirth.

"Uh sure! Name's Leon Kuwata, my talent is in baseball, but being a rockstar is my true passion!" He 'passionately' yells out.

Now that he has introduced himself you can leave, finally, "Well Leon, it was nice to meet you. However, I'm afraid I'm rather busy today. So goodbye."

As you walk off the baseball star watches you leave for a moment before saying, "Oh, yeah! Same. Hey if you need anything we're neighbors! So just give a holler! Don't forget alright!" You'll take the new information with grace…

Now you just need to find one Ryoma Hoshi…

As you leave behind the dorms and make your way to the school building you consider how you're going to go about locating your partner. So far you think you have a rather foolproof strategy in order to curb your less than acceptable ability to navigate… By not having to at all!

Oh was this incredibly reckless and likely to waste your time? Yes. Yes it was. But honestly knowing you… You'd probably waste more time if you actually tried to reach a destination, especially without a map. So wandering in a random direction it is! May luck be on your side!

This is going to end terribly…

The variety of halls within Hope's Peak quickly begin to blend together as you get lost within the labyrinth of a school. However, with no destination in mind, you continue marching forward. Until you end up… By wherever your classroom is… There's no real point in trying to pinpoint where you are…

Regardless you have arrived at Class 1-B which you now realize… Houses Class 78-B, with your class right next to it in 1-A.

You want to fucking smash your skull into the nearest sharp surface. But such a thing would be unlikely to end the misery that is your inability to navigate. Or use basic fucking deduction.

Groaning aloud you peek inside the neighboring classroom hoping that you could potentially find your partner for the 'talent show'. Only for your face to meet an exceptionally familiar foot as you are sent flying into the wall.

All you could make out as your face was kicked in was, "You again!" Opening your eyes from the splitting headache you were just given you stare forward to see… Oh look…

It's the return of the world's most athletic misandrist, "Foul degenerate! You think you're allowed to skulk wherever you wish don't you! But I won't let scum like you leer at the girls of this class!" With some strain you get up from your fallen position as you stare at Tenko Chabashira with curiosity.

Tenko starts to become uncomfortable from the staring as she complains audibly, "Ugh! I forgot how bad you were in comparison to the rest. At least other men have the dignity of giving up their lecherous behavior when shown proper force but you…" Her face noticeably cringes as she doesn't finish what she was saying.

Staring at her with tired eyes you explain your reasons for being here, "Actually I'm looking for my partner for the talent show thing. I believe the na-."

"You think I'm stupid enough to fall for that! I know you're going to say one of the girl's names so you can get them alone and do… And do… Horrible things to them!" She interrupts.

"-me is Ryoma Hoshi?" You finish not caring for the melodramatic girl in front of you.

Tenko completely freezes up as her theory is immediately disproven, but she quickly recovers as she shouts out, "Hmph! I'm still not letting you enter my class degenerate! While I feel nothing but pity for the girls in our sister class having to share a room with such scum, I can at least spare my own classmates from such a fate!"

Really… This is a real person? You are witnessing someone that actually exists.

Maybe slamming your head into something sharp would be worth it after all.

Try to convince Tenko to let you in despite Tenko being Tenko 0 - Talk Tenko down until she gives up 0 Ask if she can just retrieve Hoshi for you if he's within the class 2/2 Psychoanalyze and roast her 6/6 "If I wanted to leer at someone I could do way better than you." 4/4 Walk past her into the room 1 Casually roast her as we walk into the room 2/3 "I mean if you want me to stare at you and not your classmates I guess that's fine. But I thought Miu was the shameless one." 4/5

Taking a step back you take a moment to think as Tenko glowers at you. Is there a greater reason for her desire to keep you out of the classroom? Her words left very little up to interpretation and you have no reason to believe she was being dishonest in why she was keeping you out.

However, just because she was being totally honest doesn't mean you can't twist her words, or her thoughts. So you begin the analysis, "I have to wonder what's the point behind your derisive behavior towards men? Did your father abuse you when you were younger? Perhaps at an earlier age some man touched you in places you didn't want to be touched?"

Your musings cause Tenko's eyes to widen in fear as she expressly argues, "No! No! No! My father is an amazing man! He leads an example that all men, including degenerates like you, should follow. And… And… I have never been sullied in my life! The few who have tried quickly found themselves with broken wrists!"

Obviously her defensive behavior is due to the personal insult against her father. There is no doubt in her intentions, however she somehow made herself seem unconvincing… To add onto that, there was the small crowd that you could sort of see forming behind Tenko as she continued to argue with you.

You start to murmur as if you were just speaking your thoughts aloud, "Truly? No? Then perhaps something a bit more petty then? Oh! Did a boy you like turn you down to go after a much prettier girl? Then afterwards you just decided men were all pigs?"

That really sets Tenko off as she yells out, "What! Why in the world would I ever care what a… Male… Thinks?"

"So you're a lesbian then? And simply because you're not attracted to men you hate them?" You ask inquisitively.

The fire of Tenko dwindles as she utters out, "H-Huh?" Her confusion was palpable.

"Well if you were simply not attracted to men it would be an understandable if not silly reason to hate them. Compounded by the fact that you would be attracted to women… Oh actually yes that makes sense I change my earlier theory!" You start really getting into it.

"W-What are you-..." Tenko tries to get a word in as her earlier fire has all but vanished.

You continue, "I get it now! Your attraction to women is responsible after all! Let me guess, a girl you thought was cute ended up being straight and going for some guy. You couldn't understand why anyone would be attracted to men and began to despise them for taking away a potential partner!"

"Am I wrong?" You ask in a serious tone. Though you are obviously certain what you just said was bullshit.

What surprised you is what Tenko said next, "I… I'm not attracted to girls." Wait, like actually?

Tenko's fire relights as she complains, "Why does everyone make that assumption! I just don't get it! Ugh! You degenerates always think the worst of me just because you are rightfully despised! Just because I want to protect girls from scum like you, that's supposed to mean that I'm interested in women instead of men?"

That… Wasn't why you thought she was lesbian, but you can see what she means. Still though, "Then you've left me in a conundrum… Do you simply have an irrational fear of men then?"

Tenko looks at you with disgust as she says, "Does it look like I'm afraid of you?" You're actually at a loss for once… What could possibly be behind her dislike of men?

Hmm… To think you had assumed she was just a simple misandrist, yet there's more to this Ultimate than meets the eyes! Interest is rising! Must probe deeper! Wait, you found it, "Oh! Oh I get it now! Hahaha! Look at me going off on such wild speculation when it was the most obvious answer all along!"

Tenko flinches as if her deepest darkest desire was about to be unleashed. Which, if you're correct, is true… "You like the attention, don't you?" As that sentence is uttered you see horror take over Tenko's eyes as she struggles to keep calm.

You continue, "Let me guess… You've always had a violent streak haven't you. Getting into fights, yelling at people, taking things from other children… You acted out in every which way when you were young to be the center of attention."

A scowl takes over Tenko's face as she looks ready to straight up deck you with her fist, but you're not done… Getting up close you whisper so that only you and her can hear, "To think, this entire debacle was just because you wanted me to look at you instead. I mean you just had to ask, I'm not really picky with eye candy… But still… To think that I thought Iruma was shameless!"

You saw it coming from a mile away, but you had a smirk on your face the entire time as Tenko's fist was buried into your nose. Yet despite your weakened state you take the punch like a champ, your head barely turning from the rage filled fist. No technique or muscle was put behind the punch, so no harm was done.

Breathing heavily Tenko stays silent as she stares into your eyes fearful of what you were going to say next, but instead you take a total one eighty as you apologize, "Sorry I've been rude haven't I? When I meet such interesting people I can't help but poke and prod until I understand their persona completely. So, I apologize deeply for my terrible queries. As a psychologist I should aim to do better, yes?"

The crowd behind Tenko seems to disperse as you hear a few people call you weird. The very idea that *YOU* are the strange one among Ultimates is rather hilarious. Tenko weakly complains, "W-Whatever, I'm still not letting you in… Degenerate." Her attempt at being snide is adorable.

You almost didn't notice it but as Tenko's last words reach your ears you hear another voice from below you. A much more masculine and deep voice in comparison to Tenko's. The words you made out were, "What a commotion."

Looking down you see a rather… Small man walk past you and almost past Tenko before you hear her gasp out, "Ah, Ryoma…" Wait? Huh!

"You're Ryoma Hoshi?" You ask, causing the short man to stop in his tracks.

Stopping still the man turns around as he sighs before saying, "The man known as Ryoma Hoshi died a long time ago… I'm just what remains of his husk… So what's a guy like you looking for a guy like him?" Well… That just screams 'I HAVE TRAUMA'...

"I'm your partner for the 'talent show', I tried looking for you yesterday but ended up getting distracted. It's rather fortuitous that we stumbled into each other." You explain.

"Fortuitous? I wouldn't say that…" Is Ryoma's response.

You lift an eyebrow in confusion as he elaborates, "I doubt you'll be excited to work with someone like me, and honestly considering that earlier display, I have a hard time getting excited either… Not to say if you weren't acting like that I'd be excited."

"Well we're being graded for this, so I see no reason for us to be hostile." You say cordially.

Ryoma hums as he says, "Fair enough I guess…" As if he was finished talking he walks past Tenko. Seeing this Tenko harrumphs before closing the doors in your face.

"Rude." Sighing to yourself you realize there's no longer any point in sticking around. You'll have to talk to Ryoma later if you're going to get anything done.

Taking a step back from the classroom door you take a moment to check the time. There's still plenty of time before you're required to go to class… Now that you think about it, it's a bit weird that so many of your sister class are in their classroom this early… But it's also not something you are particularly concerned with.

Speaking of the time, considering how much you have until classes, you should probably check up with Celeste. While you and Celeste have always been rather terrible people… What you two did last night was a step up from fooling idiots into losing their 'well-earned' money.

You two raped a fellow classmate.

While you have no conniptions about this, you can't be certain with Celeste. To be honest, knowing the two of you, at worst you might have to sate these new desires by yourself. Which by all accounts isn't even that bad, though you'd miss involving Celeste.

On your journey back to the dorms you noticed a rather peculiar sight happening on the female side of the dorms. A group of four girls, including Celeste, in front of a specific dorm. Your smirk could not be fuller as you whispered, "Providence or an omen?" What could have happened?

Well, only one way to find out.

Climbing your way up to the second floor you approach the group of four as you interject in whatever they are talking about to ask, "Celeste, what's going on?"

Celeste's head perks up upon hearing your voice and quickly turns to respond with, "Oh, nothing you have to concern yourself with Akira. Just a minor inconvenience." Her eyes told a very different story. Though they appeared stone cold, you could see the latent amusement behind them. That's good to know.

You take a moment to look at the other three girls who were there. The first you observe is a gloomy blonde haired girl with music note hairpins. She appears to be rather concerned about something…

The next one you look at is a rather serious looking girl with gray hair. Her outfit is exceptionally similar to a maid's outfit with a unique web pattern on it. A strange outfit indeed… Her lacking aesthetic aside she seems to be equally as concerned as the blonde girl. Though that concern doesn't seem entirely genuine… Or more accurately it doesn't seem like her concern is born of genuine worry.

Lastly was someone you did recognize, in fact seeing her here almost had you do a double take in your own head. You're pretty certain the two other girls are in Class 78-B so it makes sense why they would be over here…

But Mukuro? Why would she be here?

Stopping your momentary gazing you turn your head back to Celeste to say, "Whatever your intent was, by saying that… I'm more interested in what's going on now." The twitch of her lips speaks of amusement.

You look towards the gloomy blonde girl, which leaves her confused as she asks, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Well my girlfriend over here isn't telling me what's going on so I was wondering if you knew, you seemed rather concerned." You say in response.

"Wait? You two are -!" She starts yelling out.

"Not important!" Celeste hisses.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to be rude… Just…" She continues thoughtlessly.

"Can you answer my question or not?" You interject.

A panicked look takes over her face as she begins waving her hands wildly as she shouts, "Sorry! There's just been a lot on my mind the past hour so I'm…" The blonde notices the unimpressed looks from you, Celeste, and Mukuro causing her to stop in her tracks.

Finally getting what you were asking the blonde starts with, "Well… This dorm is the one of a classmate of mine… Yesterday we didn't get off on the right foot so I wanted to apologize and see if we could be friends. So I had woken up early so I could catch her on the way out of her dorm and apologize…"

"Then?" As you ask that you can't help but think about how you had intended to just investigate the situation… Only to end up taking control of it entirely!

The blonde followed along with your query thankfully enough, "Well, Miu eventually came out but when she did… She looked terrible! I don't think she got any sleep last night, in fact she seemed paranoid. The second she saw me she slammed her door in my face…"

The girl looked rather troubled by her own telling of events, so troubled in fact she stops explaining entirely just staring at the floor thinking things over. So the gray-haired girl took over, "After that point Akamatsu had sought my help as I was descending down the stairs."

"And you are?" You ask.

"Kirumi Tojo." She says succinctly. You try to recall the name from the registry… Ultimate Maid, you believe. At least that explains her outfit.

Upon Kirumi introducing herself the blonde raises her head in a moment of realization to dully say, "Oh, and I'm Kaede Akamatsu." Ultimate… Pianist?

"Akira Furuya." You say politely in response.

Before the conversation can go off track you interject, "So what happened next?"

Kirumi continues for the sake of everyone involved, "Well Akamatsu and I had attempted to cajole Iruma out of her room, but our only response was either silence or screaming…"

Celeste takes over, "As for the two of us, I had been having a wonderful conversation with Mukuro over there until we noticed the commotion. We decided to investigate and you followed not long after, Akira."

Nodding along you then ask, "Just to be clear this Iruma is Miu Iruma from 78-B right?" As if you never knew…

"Yes. I, Akamatsu, and Iruma are all from Class 78-B. I presume you three are from 78-A?" Kirumi confirms as she asks another question.

Mukuro is the one who responds this time, "Yes."

"So you've met Miu?" Asked Kaede.

"Met her yesterday with a boy named Kiibo from your class… They were an… Eccentric duo." You explain cordially.

"Eccentric is a word for Miu…" Kaede responds with a degree of annoyance in her tone.

Well with that out of the way… What to do?

"I think you should leave her alone…" Your words cut through the silence like butter.

"Huh?" Kaede questions dumbly.

With some proper elaboration you say, "In my honest opinion it'd probably be better to just leave Iruma alone for now. Unless she ends up not coming to class I see no reason to worry over something you can't fix right now. For all I know Iruma just had a nasty nightmare and it's affecting her ability to think after waking up."

Kirumi thinks over your words before nodding along believing them to be sound. However, Kaede is not satisfied, "I doubt it was something as silly as that. She looked ready to cry when she opened her door, and I seriously doubt a nightmare could cause that kind of a reaction."

You know better, "You'd be wrong, while I admit without further knowledge on Iruma such an occurrence could be unlikely… It is entirely possible she suffers from night terrors, for a multitude of reasons. I've seen grown men be driven to worse just because of such 'nightmares'."

Kaede seems uncomfortable with your words so she asks, "What do you mean?"

You elaborate further, "As a psychologist it is my duty to study the mind. As a therapist it is also my duty to treat it. The context that I have so far suggests one of three things. Either Iruma is stressed to the point where she's having a manic episode. That she's experiencing excessive night terrors to the point where it's affecting her mental state. Or she was recently traumatized."

Kaede seems ready to question your words so you interrupt her before she can ask, "Keep in mind these are just my theories. If I was to actually diagnose her I'd want to do either a psychological evaluation or an in depth conversation with her over recent happenings. As of now I know nothing and I'm just spitballing."

Kaede's face shifts from it's melancholy into an amused smile as she says, "I wasn't confused about that. I was just wondering what you meant by 'As a psychologist'."

You tripped yourself up, amusing, "Oh… Forgive me, my talent is that of the Ultimate Psychologist."

You suddenly realize that Kaede was trying to shift the conversation away from the issue of Miu as she asked, "Really? So how'd you get into Hope's Peak? Ultimate Psychologist I doubt is an easy talent to be recognized for. I mean I'm just a Piano Freak, so to be in the same school of someone with a talent like that I just have to wonder!"

Thinking it over you try to remember what specifically got you into the world of psychology and therapy. An emotion that you haven't felt in a long time comes to the surface… Your father was the one who got you interested in people. He was the one who convinced you to put in the work to become a psychologist at such a young age.

Not because he wanted you to attend Hope's Peak or anything but because of a shared desire. A shared desire to learn about people… After his death your interest became less and less genuine until it became what it is today. Simply just another checkbox to decide if somebody was worth your time…

You miss him. Would… Would he be ashamed of what you became?

"Akira?" Celeste's voice takes you out of your deep thought.

Shaking your head, you proceed with your explanation, "Uh, sorry. Well my father noticed since I was six that I was extroverted to an abnormal degree, much like he was in his youth. He recognized that desire and decided to cultivate it in me so I ended up studying psychology from a young age."

You try to remember specifically what happened after that before continuing, "I published a thesis that gained the attention of several renowned figures in the field and so they further cultivated my talents until I am what I am today."

A short pause, then continue, "After that there's not much to talk about. I ended up joining a clinic two years back and I think a year after joining was when I got the notice from Hope's Peak. So I assume my practical work is where my talents got recognized." You finish.

"Woah, that's cool!" Kaede wonders in awe. You don't see what's worth being in awe about.

"He is rather impressive." Celeste says proudly as if she was showing off. That one gets a twitch out of your eye.

Kirumi nods along with Celeste's words as she says, "You must be proud." Glaring at Celeste behind slitted eyes you watch her lips twitch in amusement.

"I don't see what's so impressive… Whatever, Celeste, I need you for a moment." You demanded.

"Ah, who am I to deny my accomplished boyfriend? Farewell." Celeste drawls. You are going to fuck her ass raw later.

Kirumi bows and says, "Farewell." Then wanders off.

Kaede follows Kirumi from close behind so she yells out, "Have a good day you two!"

Mukuro nods to the two of you before going up to the third floor. As she disappears from sight Celeste begins giggling into her hand before bursting out laughing, "Oh that was amazing! Hehe! Akira you always provide the best entertainment, those fools! Hehe!"

"You done?" You ask.

Raising up her right index finger she gives out one last chuckle before finishing. "We'll have to do this again sometime soon, that was exciting…" Celeste speaks, her voice without accent and her words out of character.

"Not surprised that you were entertained, but anyways. I need your help with something, c'mon. We don't have much time." You speak with absolute seriousness.

Celeste is quick to follow.

As you two made your way back to Hope's Peak you asked Celeste, "So what did you think about last night?" That question got you a funny look from Celeste.

"How do you think I feel, Akira?" She asks in response.

Great, really going to force you to use your talent instead of just answering the question like a normal person. As normal as two people who raped a girl last night can be anyway. Taking the moment to think, you say, "To be perfectly honest? I think you were having more fun than me at some points last night..."

"Oh? What makes you say that?" She asks in response.

Why is she like this? "Well considering how giddy you were just moments ago, and the fact you said you hope we can do it again sometime… Well I think it's obvious." You spell out,

"Mhm… Then why are you asking for my thoughts Akira?" She says snidely.

You speak frankly, "I want to hear it from your own mouth Celeste. I want my suspicions confirmed. I want to know that we're enjoying our time together. No matter what we are doing, irregardless of how evil and cruel our actions could be."

Celeste hums to herself as you two pass the gate, "Well I can't deny what you said…"

"If you're still mad about the registry…" You start to say.

Your girlfriend interrupts just as fast as you speak, "It has THAT name on it!"

"Celeste, are you really afraid I'll show it to someone?" You ask.

What really surprised you is how she hissed at you, "Of course I am! You think just because I love you that I trust you fully? You still call me by THAT name every now and then. I know you think of me as… As her… I have no reason to-!"

You cut off Celeste by cupping her chin and kissing her, pulling away you leave Celeste in a daze as you explain, "Celeste I said somethings I didn't mean back then I was just angry and wanted you off of my case. I'd never betray your trust like that. I'd rather die than hurt you of my own volition, I want you to know that."

With a grimace and a blush she pulls away to say, "Stop with the mushy stuff… It makes me sick."

"You love it!" You chirp.

Hurrying to change the subject Celeste interjects with, "Enough of this. Where are we going?"

Putting a finger to your mouth you whisper, "It's a surprise!"

Celeste was not impressed as she plainly said, "Akira. Just tell me where we need to go so we don't waste what little free time we have left wandering the school…"

Well… She may have a point…

Arriving at the Ultimate Pharmacist's lab you stare into the door's with anticipation, much to Celeste's dismay as she calls you out, "Could you stop being dramatic and just go inside?" She was completely done with your shit as she didn't even try to do an accent.

Chuckling to yourself you open the door to find a sole person inside. Seiko Kimura, The Ultimate Pharmacist in all her lonely glory, though not truly alone. As your blessing floated closely behind her, you could feel their connection from the hall.

You have to wonder if this will be the perfect time to… Take it back so to say… Hmm, but then again… One should always greet their victim before making them one.

"Hey, Seiko!" You yell out.

Upon hearing her name being called Seiko looks around the room wildly before her gaze settles on you as she uneasily asks, "H-Huh? O-Oh… A-Akira, Right?"

Pretending that you were glad she remembered your name you start out with, "Uhuh! I just came by to see if those pills I asked about were done!" You speak cordially in order to calm the frightened girl. Though it works for the moment, it doesn't last.

The masked girl raises her hand to her face to further hide her expression as she asks in embarrassment, "T-Those… B-B-Birth control pills… Right…" Upon noticing Celeste, Seiko goes completely still.

With a mortified expression she points at Celeste in fright as she asks, "U-U- Um… Is s-s-she?"

"Ah, yes. You two aren't introduced. Celeste here is the girl I was talking about. She's my girlfriend and-." You start.

But Seiko interjects meekly, "I don't need nor want to know more! I-I'll just… I'll just give you the pills then you two can… Do whatever it is you want to do!" Clearly upset with the awkward situation, Seiko hurriedly searches for the pills.

While she was busy with that Celeste whispers into your ear, "I already bought some pills. Why are you getting more?"

Clearly confused with the events at hand you decide to explain to Celeste, "I'm aware. But I'm also aware that those pills you bought have a failure rate. Even if it was point zero zero one of a percent chance to fail I wouldn't want to take the risk… Besides, this shit is free…"

Celeste thinks over your words for a moment before conceding as she once more whispers into your ear, "She's cute."

"Yep." You say in response.

"Are you planning to…" She stops halfway through what she was saying as Seiko walks over to you to hand you a pill bottle.

Even with the mask preventing you from seeing her full face you could tell that she was blushing as she embarrassingly says, "There's about 31 pills in that bottle… I would've done a full fifty but I just didn't have the time… If you need more…" Seiko finishes without actually finishing her statement.

"Come to you, got it." You finish for her.

Seiko looks relieved, as if this awkward situation was over. Only for you to say, "Hey, Seiko. While I'm glad you made these pills for me, there's just one problem. I have no idea if these will work, or not. So you wouldn't mind helping me test your own pills would you?" Seiko completely freezes as she does a double take at your words.

The masked girl turns around in a quick motion only to see you gone and Celeste locking the door from the inside with a grin on her face. While she froze up you took the chance to sidestep her, it was only by pure luck that she moved in the perfect way for you to remain out of sight.

Placing your hand on Seiko's shoulder she tenses up as she says, "I-I… I'll scream…"

But you know something she doesn't, "You won't." Seiko's eyes widen at the imperceivable command, but she doesn't scream.

"So…" You start with as you begin leading Seiko over to a table.

You continue with, "You're going to bend over this table, and present your ass to me. Then I'm going to rape you doggystyle for about fifteen minutes or so… All the while you're going to sit there and take it. I don't want to hear crying, I don't want to see tears, and I definitely have no care for your complaints… You're going to enjoy it aren't you?"

Seiko bends over the table as you ask before she pathetically says, "Y-Yes…"

"Good girl."

You unzip your pants in response.

You watch in amusement as Seiko squirms on the table, yet never makes a run for it. Anyone who was watching this unfold would assume that she had given up, yet the truth is she could never try in the first place.

With gentle movements you lay your hands on her butt causing Seiko to lock up. As her body lies completely still her voice speaks up quietly to say, "Don't."

Trailing your hands upwards you eventually lay your hands on the waistband as you ask, "You're a virgin. Right?"

"Y-Yes…" Seiko ashamedly responds.

Pulling down her pants to her knees you then lean forward. Your tip pushes lightly against the lips of her pussy. You take a moment to enjoy the shudder of anticipation from Seiko, so much so that you whisper into her ear, "Not anymore."

You press further, the head of your dick forces her lower lips wide open. However, you don't push further than that, not yet anyway. You just want to watch Seiko desperately try to keep quiet out of compulsion.

With great interest you watch the tears pool around her eyes. At the very least you'll give her credit for doing her best to keep the tears at bay as she whimpers, "Please… I'm begging you… Don't…"

Seiko's pleas turn you on further as you really start to get in there. You're mere moments away from turning Seiko into a woman and you are just loving how she's trying to keep quiet.

Her fists, eyes, and jaw were clenched tight as she tried to pull herself onto the table and away from you. However you had a tight grip on her hips, so she didn't move an inch.

Celeste makes her way around the table before leaning on it. She stares deeply into the shut eyes of your second victim. "Honestly, I didn't think something like this would be so fun, Akira. But I think you've played with your food enough. Give her what you promised." Your girlfriend says in a malicious tone.

As a gentleman, you are required to oblige 'your lady's' request.

With no regard for Seiko's opinion on the matter you take her virginity wholly. Your victim groans out in displeasure but beyond that all you can make out are tiny whimpers as your length fills her insides. As you were busy taking a third girl's virginity, Celeste brought her right hand up to Seiko's cheek before wiping something.

"You said no tears, and no crying, correct Akira?" Celeste asked.

"Yes?" You respond inquisitively.

Celeste smirks as she says, "Well she's already failed that task. You're not going to let her get away with that, are you?"

No, no you will not.

Slamming your left hand against Seiko's ass cheeks you hasten your movements as your victim lets out repetitive groans in response. You honestly had expected the blessing to fail at this point but you guess your blessings are stronger than they look.

Not that you're going to complain, obviously.

Removing your hands from her waist you reach for Seiko's shoulders as you take hold of them for leverage instead. You mostly did this since you noticed that Seiko had begun gripping the other end of the table and pulling.

Though… You don't think Seiko is even cognizant of this fact considering how she's staring blankly at the ceiling repeating the silent mantra of, "Why… Why… Why… Why…"

Celeste's interest is lost by this as she begins yawning to the scene before her. Apparently fucking Seiko like a wild animal would a submissive female wasn't entertaining enough for her.

"Are you going to cum anytime soon…" Celeste asks in boredom.

Still fucking Seiko you say in response, "What? Do you want a go or something? Right before class?"

"Well, I wouldn't mind…" She says cheekily.

You two probably will only have enough time to clean up Seiko honestly.

"We won't have time." You say dejectedly.

Celeste groans in response, "You could've been way rougher with her and have been done by now."

There is a critical mistake in Celeste's logic, "If I was any rougher she'd have screamed involuntarily by now. Besides I want this to… Last!"

You pick up the pace a bit more as Seiko's groans turn to moans. At this point you doubt she can even be called conscious. Yet her death grip on the table does not let up. Letting go of her right shoulder you let your hand fall to your side as you use only your one hand to keep hold of Seiko as you fuck her.

As you do this you feel Seiko's blessing brush up against your hand until it's neatly in your palms…

Crushing it without mercy you watch the blessing sputter and fade before you feel it return to you with renewed strength. Which by extension, means you are no longer weak as hell, thank god. That god being you.

With renewed vigor you slam your hips into Seiko's ass three more times before unleashing a torrent of semen into her womb. This is what finally causes Seiko to yell out, though… It was more a scream of pleasure than anything as it could only be described as a hearty moan of lust.

Satisfied with your work you pull out of Seiko as you call out to Celeste, "If you would."

Celeste takes one of the pills out of the bottle and forces it down Seiko's open mouth. You take a moment to step back and appreciate the state you left your second victim in… "Alright let's get her cleaned up and head to class." You say to Celeste.

Picking up the limp body of the Ultimate Pharmacist you begin moving her to a more comfortable spot.

Exiting the Ultimate Pharmacist's lab you and Celeste make your getaway with little fanfare Speaking of the Ultimate Pharmacist, Seiko was left unconscious in her own lab in such a way that suggested she fell asleep. To be fair to your laziness, would it really be surprising if that were to happen to her?

Onto other matters! With Seiko's blessing having been renewed you are no longer pathetically weak, in fact you feel better than before. You wouldn't be surprised if you could use three blessings at once, including the one given to Celeste.

All that aside, the two of you arrive at your classroom a bit early. The two of you silently decide to split and go to your respective seats. Though most of your classmates have yet to arrive, the room was quite lively.

Mostly due to that Asahina girl happily chattering away with Ogami.

Including you and Celeste there were only seven people within the classroom. You, Celeste, Asahina, Ogami, Ishimaru, Owada, and Fujisaki. The latter three just sat in their seats silently. Though you could see that Owada was fidgeting a bit, he seemed like the kind of guy who can't stand staying in one place for too long.

Which makes it rather weird that he was in class early… Not like it's your business though.

Speaking of business… Should you try and socialize?

You know you just sat down and all... But your interest has been piqued by Asahina. You can't help but wonder how a single girl could carry the atmosphere of an entire room. A phenomena like this must be investigated thoroughly.

So with a short sigh you lift yourself out of the chair and begin walking towards the duo. As you are making your way to Ogami's seat your mind wanders. You have to ponder if the reason these two became so close so quickly is because of their talents or something deeper.

Recalling the registry, Ogami's talent was Martial Arts while Aoi Asahina's talent was Swimming. Did they simply get along because they were both athletes? It was indeed the simplest answer, and the simplest conclusion is usually the correct one… On the other hand, it just feels wrong to say that the blossoming friendship before you is founded on such shallow foundations.

Though you wouldn't be surprised if the two agree they initially talked with one another due to being athletes. Well it's time for the kind of investigation you are most fond of…

You finally arrive at Ogami's desk as the two girls continue to chatter away, mostly Asahina, as they don't even noticing your lingering presence. A smirk crawls its way up your face as you consider if perhaps you approached too quietly.

Since neither have noticed you… You take the moment to appreciate Asahina's unique beauty.

An athletic figure disparaged by large breasts that probably work against her in her own field of swimming. But you can't deny that it works well with accentuating her cuteness… Which is not something you'd expect to think.

Despite having features that most would argue make her sexually attractive, they instead simply endear her to you. How perplexing… Obviously Asahina is attractive. There is no question there. Yet you can't pin down how exactly she radiates such energy.

With that observation out of the way you make your presence known, "Hello again Ogami." Your voice is polite yet mischievous, did either notice your teasing tone?

Sakura is quick to notice and reciprocates your greeting with, "Good morning Furuya."

Meanwhile Asahina's reaction was a bit more animated, "Huh! Ah! When did you get here?"

"Aoi…" Sakura says as if chiding a child.

"Oh sorry! Um… I'm Aoi Asahina, the Ultimate Swimmer! Uh, who… Are you again?" Asahina says embarrassingly.

"Aoi…" Sakura chides again.

"Sorry! Like seriously, sorry! I'm not great at remembering names…" The tanned girl sheepishly says.

Chuckling to yourself you say, "It's quite alright I don't think I introduced myself directly to you, so as far as I'm concerned I never introduced myself at all."

Asahina chirps, "I can get down with that!"

"With that out of the way the name's Akira Furuya the Ultimate Psychologist. It's a pleasure." You say with a warm tone as you do a short bow.

Asahina then starts doing something strange even by your account as she begins scribbling with her right index finger into her left palm. Notably confused, you try to rectify this by asking, "What are you doing?"

"Oh! Well if you write someone's name in your palm three times it's supposed to help you remember names!" She said excitedly.

Well everyone's different, who are you to judge how she does things? Though you still have to ask, "Really? Has it helped you before?"

Asahina becomes a bit melancholic as she says, "Well… No… But if I don't at least try to remember I start feeling bad about forgetting."

That's fair.

"Anyways, I was getting bored with the quiet and decided to bother the two of you since... The classroom is rather dead at the moment." As you finish speaking. The two girls look around the class to see how silent it is before turning back to you.

Asahina looked a little down with how quiet the room actually was. "Jeez… Well what did you want to talk about?" Asahina chirped. What a friendly girl.

You quickly come up with a topic that could assist you, "I haven't really talked with much of our class to my disappointment. So I was wondering what your opinion on some of them was."

"I don't really like talking about people behind their back…" Complains Aoi.

Sakura agrees, "I concur."

"I'm not asking for their dark secrets or what you hate about them. I just want to hear your thoughts." You elaborate.

"Oh. Oh. To see how we think right?" Aoi catches on surprisingly quick.

Sakura lifts a brow before thinking it over and asking, "Is that really your intention."

It's one of many, though you instead say, "Mostly. I also just want to be able to know their names before I talk to them. Really don't like talking with people I don't know the name of." To lie as easily as you breathe, you must lie after every opportunity.

Asahina sympathizes with your plight, "Yeah… It sucks cause then you feel like you aren't speaking to them as a person but rather a stranger right?"

"Kind of." You say.

"Well I wouldn't mind that then. It's not like I think poorly of anyone in our class?" Asahina spoke with uncertainty.

"Very well then." Sakura followed.

You could feel the eyes of one of your classmates staring into the back of your head. Whoever it was, you don't know.

You start with, "Let me think over who I haven't met or at least talked to first."

"Alright well-." Asahina starts.

You've met Sayaka, Leon, Toko, Junko, Mukuro, Kyoko, Kiyotaka, Sakura, and now Asahina. Obviously you know Celeste and you don't need to count yourself. So that means you have only not met five of your cohort two of which are in class with you right now. So you'll choose from one of the three out of the class at the moment.

You end up deciding on, "I actually want to hear about this Naegi character. I heard his name multiple times yesterday and wanted to see if either of you knew more."

"Ok then." Asahina finishes, confused about something.

Sakura brings her hand to her chin as she thinks over your words before saying, "I know as much as you I'm afraid." So she probably only knows that Naegi is partnered with Kiibo, a shame but not entirely unexpected.

Aoi on the other hand becomes excited about the topic as she says, "Makoto is like super nice. We should totally hang out with him later, Sakura. He just has this vibe about him that screams 'I'll do anything if asked'!" So… A pushover?

Sakura gives a half-hearted glare towards Aoi as she says, "I don't think that's a particularly nice thing to say Hina."

"Ah, sorry! But if you talked with him for a moment you'd see what I mean." Aoi says in desperation to excuse her accidentally brutal remark.

"So his name is Makoto Naegi?" You ask.

"Yep." Is Aoi's response.

"Sounds rather timid for a guy…" You say. You hear a sneeze from behind you but you ignore it.

"It's the good kind of timid though!" Aoi says.

You raise a brow in confusion as you ask, "Could you elaborate?"

"Huh?" Aoi asks dumbly in response.

You let your annoyance go as you instead politely elaborate, "Could you explain this feeling further?"

Aoi takes a second to catch on to what you're saying before responding with, "Uh… Sure! He's just one of those guys who really likes seeing people get along and be happy, you know. A good… What's the word?"

"Mediator?" You question.

"That's the one!" Aoi excitedly responds.

You have to wonder if this Naegi is one of those people who are surprisingly interesting despite their mundane exterior. So far he just sounds like your average guy that doesn't like conflict. Nothing particularly special about that.

There might be more to him, there might not. You'll see.

Yet before you can continue your questions Aoi surprises you with one of her own, "Since I answered that! I want you to answer a question I have instead!" You are caught a little off guard but you don't let your surprise show.

You're just used to completely taking hold of conversations, you'll play along, "Go ahead."

Asahina takes a moment to think up a question before she settles on, "Well I wanted to ask what you do as the Ultimate Psychologist." Not a question you really expected either, most people just want to know how you became one. Not what you actually do since most people just assume it's the same as being a therapist.

Well then… How to answer.

Probably should stick to the basics so Aoi can follow along… "Well, as a Psychologist I partake in a variety of tasks. However, the most important one has to be the study of the mind. At times I've been a part of studies that seeks to understand human behavior. Other times I'm the one who is performing tests with a patient to check for their mental or emotional acuity."

Aoi surprisingly nods along to your explanation, so you continue with, "Then again... Most of my work has been as a therapist. Due to my age I believe, as I'm not exactly well respected in my field. Though my work is."

"Huh?" Aoi says confused

You elaborate, "I'm afraid that in the world of psychology you'll find a lot of people who… Let's just say they think very highly of themselves. They don't like being stood up by a kid. No matter how talented. I had a few people within my industry that were willing to cultivate my talents so it wasn't all bad."

Sakura understood where you were coming from though Aoi was visibly upset from hearing that, "Still sucks though, no one should have to put up with something like that!"

Aoi continues to be upset on your behalf making you rather uncomfortable as she devolves into a fit, "Like, you're talented enough to be invited to Hope's Peak as THE Ultimate Psychologist why wouldn't they… It just doesn't make sense, that would be like other swimmers being mad at me for just being me!"

Naivety is strong in this one.

You and Sakura share a look of understanding before you interject with, "Actually, to move this conversation along, how was your time as a swimmer?"

That stops Aoi in her tracks as she thinks over what you just said. She seemed as if she had more to say on the previous topic but it became clear even to her that nobody wanted to talk about it.

Taking a second to calm down the friendly girl tries to answer the question but is quite vague, "Well it wasn't anything special really. I just trained really hard until I was so good at swimming that I blew past the competition… Nothing more than that really." Not very convincing if that were true.

Finishing with that her eyes light up as she says, "Anyways it's my turn to have a question!"

Hey, hold up!

"Go ahead…" You sigh out.

Bubbly as can be Aoi asks, "So how's your project for this talent show thing been going? Me and Sakura have been doing pretty well on our fronts. In fact my partner and I have already begun practicing." She sounds rather proud of herself. Good for her...

You on the other hand are, "Not so good. I only spoke to my partner this morning and I don't think I'll be having an easy time considering I still don't know his talent." You of course do, but as far as anyone else is concerned there is no way for you to know this information.

Though considering his talent is Tennis, and yours is Psychology… Well you'll be lucky to have a B won't you?

"You're just a magnet for bad luck huh…" Aoi says plainly.

"Hina…" Sakura whispers.

Aoi begins waving her hands in front of her face as she hurriedly says, "Uh, sorry. I didn't mean to be rude!"

You chuckle to yourself over how true Aoi's words really were.

But neither of them would understand if you actually explained, so instead you ask, "Well then how about you Sakura? How was your time as a martial artist before coming to Hope's Peak?"

With a nostalgic tone Sakura started with, "Eventful. I've trained my whole life to become as skilled as I am today. Initially I only wanted to become an accomplished martial artist to prove myself to my family. Though I would say the reason why I've remained a martial artist has changed throughout the years."

That seems to be rather personal to her so you won't pry even if you are interested. "I assume you've fought tooth and nail for your title?" You ask.

"Indeed. Competition was fierce but I have only been defeated once, I'm proud to have earned my title. But that singular defeat still affects me to this day." She reminisces. There is a pain in her voice when she speaks of said defeat but it seems more complicated than that.

"You must be rather strong then." You say jokingly.

"I think I've proven that enough." Is her response. You really hope that you didn't encourage her to force you to 'train' more. If what she does can even be considered training.

With that last thought the rest of your classmates begin filing in and so you return to your seat to begin what likely was going to be an uneventful day from this point forth.

Or so you hoped.

A Couple Hours Later, Akira Furuya POV

Unfortunately you were wrong. Go figure…

Well ok, perhaps you should specify. Your time in class? Well spent, and nothing out of the ordinary occurred. The two girls on either side of you did give you looks every now and then, but that might as well be something normal at this point.

You're not going to be surprising if either of them end up getting you killed somehow... You just get that feeling.

Unnerving gut feeling aside… What you were originally trying to say was that nothing strange happened. You'd even say today should be considered the benchmark for what your average school day should strive to be. Unproblematic and productive!

Then came today's session…

More specifically, the patient.

"I have to admit even I'm a bit puzzled." You say to Miaya. The true meaning of your words remain obfuscated by her lacking context.

Miaya sighs in response as she says, "She's a nice girl once you get to know her Akira. A bit eccentric but not something you can't handle."

"I'm certain, but she's painting… In your office, where the hell did she even get that canvas from? She didn't walk in with it?" Is how you respond, trying to hide your inner panic from a revelation you could have never expected.

"I'm… Not entirely certain myself." Miaya says weakly.

You sigh to yourself before turning to Miaya as you changed the subject, "You talked to the principal yesterday, right?"

"Y-Yes… I'll talk to you after the session about it…" She quietly murmurs before making her way out the door.

Shaking your head you turn to face the patient at hand. The girl was without doubt an oddity even among Ultimates. Especially in Hope's Peak, as the girl was without a doubt a foreign student with her tanned skin and strange way of speaking…

But her origins are not what made her odd. It was her very existence…

"Nyahahaha! As Atua wills it!" The cheery words of one Angie Yonaga ring out. Her voice should have magnetized you to her energetic personality, but you only felt uneasy.

Your eerie feeling was unsettled further upon being reminded of the three objects that circled around her as she paints. Each one of them a blessing, but not your own.

So… Not good.

You were entirely uncertain if the blessings surrounding Angie were her own or of a god that was overly protective. To be honest you're leaning towards the former even if such a thing unsettles you. It's not like it's particularly uncommon for at least one mortal in each world to have access to their own blessings…

But it's definitely rare enough that you can't help but be worried about the potential presence of another god within the school. If Angie herself isn't one that's just really good at hiding her power. Which… Considering she has her three blessings floating around her… You doubt that.

Speaking of, the blessings were exceptionally different to yours. Not just in appearance but also the power they exuded. They weren't that much stronger than your own, but strong enough that once in her presence it was almost suffocating to be near her. You're surprised you couldn't feel her through the walls.

Though that's probably more a testament to how weak you are now rather than her strength…

Her blessings were far more tangible objects than your own, and they shined a brilliant bronze. Your blessings were a dull muddy green. Her blessings were large, only a bit bigger than a softball. Yours were smaller than a baseball.

However, you had experience with blessings. Proof enough is the fact that Angie is just letting them float around her while yours stay hidden until needed… Though you're not just going to toot your own horn as you have forgotten how to keep a blessing inside a person you've blessed.

Actually speaking of which you'll have to get on top of that. You aren't going to risk Angie possibly seeing Celeste's blessing and just taking it for herself or something similarly ridiculous…

At the very least… She doesn't seem to be the most intelligent girl.

Angie continued to hum to herself as she painted her canvas with unmatched skill. You know Miaya said she was the Ultimate Painter, but it was really amazing to watch her work. As you began to wonder what exactly she was painting she places down her equipment and takes the canvas off of the easel.

"Nyahaha? Atua's will is truly something to behold!" Angie exclaimed as she proudly displayed a magnificent, albeit unfinished, portrait of your face.

Now… You aren't egotistical or anything… But you are damn good looking. Appreciating the piece for a bit longer you say, "Rather impressive you did all that in what twelve minutes?"

Angie places the piece back onto the easel before raising her arms above her head in a circle as she exclaims, "Not I! I am only an instrument of Atua's will! The lord's muse in bringing his art to life! Without him my skills mean nothing!" Ah… A religious nut as well…

So is it this Atua that gave Angie her blessings… Or was she born with them?

You play along for now, "Intriguing? Does Atua plan on finishing that piece or did he simply want you in my good graces?"

She excitedly responds with, "Mhm! After we are finished with this Atua and I shall finish the work. It has been a while since the Lord has had me do a nude piece."

"A what now?" You ask in complete surprise.

Instead of elaborating Angie sits in the chair on her side as she points to your seat as she energetically calls out, "Come sit, sit! Let us speak of the divine word of Atua!"

You don't think she understands what the point of therapy is…

Sighing to yourself you sit down anyway.

Upon seeing you sit down on the opposite side of her, Angie attempts to say something but as you raise your hand she stops. She instead asks with a polite tone, "Is there a problem?"

"Well one, I didn't exactly introdu-." You start.

But Angie interrupts, "Nyahaha! No need Furuya! As Atua knows all the children of earth! For Atua is father to us all!" Your last name never came up, so that's concerning…

Also there's no way Atua is father to anyone. You're completely certain that Apophis made this world, and so he would be the father of it… You also doubt he'd like having an alias as tacky as 'Atua'.

Though there is the possibility that this world belongs to some other deity, who may or may not go under the alias of Atua… Only one way to find out, by asking, "You don't mind if I inquire about Atua and his will, do you?"

"Of course not! For Atua is always welcoming to the children of the earth!" Angie proclaimed.

Think very carefully on what you say next Akira… Think carefully. It doesn't take long to come up with, "You've called us children of the earth twice now, and also said that Atua was the father of all. Could you explain further?"

Angie's cheer is dampened a bit as she thinks before nodding and saying, "Atua is the father of Humanity, yes. But a majority of our species have abandoned his teachings and faith, thus children of the earth. Atua of course sees all as his children, but he respects his children's wishes to disassociate. For he knows they'll return to him in the end!" All that sounds made up on the spot.

While her face betrayed nothing of her intentions. You could tell one thing, Angie was lying. You aren't certain the extent of the lie or if she even believes she's lying… But she's lying, and smiling about it. You're more certain than ever that those blessings that circle around her are her own. There is most likely no Atua…

You decide to change the subject in the hopes of confirming your theory, "I'm not very familiar with Atua or the worship of him. I wanted to know where exactly you were from, as I'd like to study up on Atua on my own time." You're full of shit but Angie takes the bait.

"Ah, of course! I come from a remote island in Polynesia! I believe I was told it was one of the smallest islands of the region, so it's of no surprise that our culture held to the beliefs of Atua for as long as we did." She explains.

Your influence grows as you feel the smallest string of your power flow towards one of the blessings, you continue to prod Angie's words, "I haven't heard much about Polynesia, but having to move away from such an environment to Tokyo had to be an experience."

That's when Angie's face really lit up, "Indeed. On our island I could have never known such wonders existed beyond the ocean! I had only seen such things in pictures, but I could never be certain I'd ever see such things with my own eyes. I miss my home greatly but Tokyo has been quite the experience!"

Humming to yourself you ask next with, "So you're enjoying Hope's Peak then?"

"While it's too early to say for certain, I have no doubts that Atua will lead me to the happiest conclusion during my stay here!" Angie excitedly shouts.

Finally your powers mingle, you watch for a reaction, and react she did. Upon making contact with one of her blessings Angie flinched suddenly, her face removed of all excitement as temporary paranoia took hold.

You raise a brow and ask, "Is there something wrong?"

Angie jumps again before calming down as her face attempts to return to her previous mood, "Huh? No. No. Nothing is wrong, well… Perhaps the room is a bit cold…" Her non-committal answer and earlier reaction is all you need to confirm it.

There is no Atua, and the blessings around Angie are hers.

Since the only threat Angie provides is one where you have to be only slightly more careful with how you use your blessings, you try and think of a topic to lighten the mood. Looking at the painting you remember Angie said something off earlier…

"So you're going to paint me in the nude?" You ask.

Angie is brought out of her confused stupor as she becomes excited once more and says, "Ah yes. Atua accepts many offerings, the people of my island have found one of his favorites to be nude artistry."

"Well if you're going to make a painting of me naked the least you could do is return the favor…" You joked.

Angie seems confused at your words as her face becomes pensive. Her eyes suddenly widen in realization as she says, "Oh yes, I must apologize! I'm far too used to the customs of my island, I should've at least asked permission! If your only requirement for me to get permission is to show you my own body then so be it."

Then she actually did it. After unclasping her bikini top, throwing off her coat, taking off her shoes, and pulling off her skirt... She was butt naked… She didn't wear underwear. She then began showing off her body and with a quick spin you got to see all of her beauty in but a brief second of time.

You are so glad your memory is good, cause every angle is now BURNT into your retinas.

Placing her hands on her hips Angie then asks, "Well? Is this enough to get your permission?"

You don't even know what to say…

Well… Who would you be if you passed up such a free opportunity? Taking off your shirt and jacket Angie watches in interest as she asks, "Was that not enough?" After what she just did? Hell, no. You're horny now, and you ain't gonna stop being horny!

Getting up from the chair and placing your top on where you had just been sitting, you then unzip your pants and pull everything covering your crotch in a single motion.

"Oh? Do you want to do the painting now? I'd love to have a model for Atua's will!" Angie asked 'innocently'.

Striding over to Angie, you dispel the misconception, "I wouldn't exactly mind such a thing really… But not right now."

Even as you got closer and closer the lithe devil continued to act innocent, "Then for what reason are you naked? Perhaps you wish to partake in a ritual to Atua?" Her eyes gleamed as she brought up 'a ritual'...

Standing in front of the caramel beauty you state, "What other reason would I be naked? I wasn't satisfied…" As you finish speaking you grab Angie's left tit, and begin mauling it with your hand.

Angie doesn't even react as you begin to aggressively grope her. Just the same damn expression as she happily looks down at your hand. Then it gets weird as Angie suddenly pushes herself against your chest, your two naked bodies rubbing against one another.

Yet despite this her face still doesn't change in expression. "Perhaps I could convince you of Atua's grace more personally?" She says with a smile. There's not a tint of lust or lewdness in her tone…

Despite reciprocating your aggressive advances there is no identifiable emotion behind her actions. Why is she going along with this? Is the painting so important to her that she'll sacrifice her dignity? Or is it just that she's a nut?

Well… The girl might be crazy… But you're not throwing this opportunity away, even against your better judgment.

"You can try." You say teasingly.

Then the first readable emotion appears on her face as her eyes narrow at your words. She took that as a challenge it seems. Her soft velvety hands caressed your body as they went lower and lower until both clasped onto your dick. Angie erotically pushes herself against your chest even harder as she places her face mere inches in front of your own.

She then says, "The worshippers of Atua are much, much bigger…" Is she trying to imply… You know what, the less you follow the crazy talk the better…

Your dick is held firmly by Angie's hands as she begins to sensually rub your cock. Your second head pushes up Angie's stomach as she strokes you. While you let Angie take control for a brief time, it's your turn.

Given her no time to react, you slam both hands onto Angie's ass before pulling her even further onto your own body. Your dick now firmly sandwiched between both of your waists, though Angie never stops the handjob.

"Do you like it?" Angie asks, her unsettling smile still in place…

You feel like answering that is a dangerous avenue to go down…

You say nothing as Angie stares at you expectantly, upon realizing you aren't going to say anything she instead says, "It's fine… Atua already knows the answer…" Angie then began rubbing her waist against your dick at the same time.

With seemingly vindictive intentions her hands began picking up the pace at the same time as your dick is overloaded with sensations. No way is a pair of hands and a girl's stomach gonna make you cum that fast! This isn't even a matter of ego at this point, just a matter of principle!

In response to the sudden sensual overload your right hand more firmly gropes her buttocks before you raise it in the air and give her ass a fine smack. Your other hand meanwhile sneaks its way around Angie's hips as you bring her into a tight embrace.

Okay… At this point you were blue-balling yourself! However, you're not gonna let yourself cum until you see an ounce of frustration on Angie's face!

Seemingly in response to this thought Angie lets go of your dick, though more likely due to her hands being sandwiched. So instead, Angie raises herself onto her toes since you were supporting her weight.

Upon getting comfortable in the strange position she then begins to rub her entire body against you. Her tits massage against your pectorals while your dick finds its way pushing onto her navel.

Hopefully to bring the tiniest bit of sourness to Angie's 'sweet' expression, you begin thrusting in sync with Angie's movements. You could tell that Angie was a bit antsy with how you hadn't cummed yet from how much she was sweating.

Then you finally see it, in a moment of frustration Angie bites her lip, probably wondering why you haven't cum yet.

So in order to stop yourself from cumming on well… Yourself, you push Angie away suddenly before finishing on her stomach. Surprise was Angie's expression for a moment before it turned into a self-satisfied one as if she had accomplished a difficult task.

"So is this enough for you now Akira?" She asks sweetly.

As you go to put your clothes back on you respond with, "Sure, sure. Go ahead draw me nude, not like I care."

"Excellent! Nyahaha! The will of Atua shall be done!" She says energetically as she wipes the cum off of her with a handful of tissues from Miaya's desk.

Man that was exhausting… Mentally, not physically.

About Five Minutes Later, Akira Furuya POV

With you both clothed you go to let Angie out of the room as you wave her off. Her response was not something you particularly understood, "Bye-onara!"

What a… Peculiar person.

Guess you'll just have to wait for Miaya to return to see what she can tell you… And purge the last 15 minutes from your memory while you're at it…

Sitting down on the lounge chair Angie had been sitting in, you get ready to wait for a while. As you sit within the room a certain stench reaches your nose… Sighing to yourself you get out of the chair and begin looking around for some form of air freshener.

Thankfully, the cabinet on the left of Miaya's desk had some minor cleaning supplies, just some wipes and what's important, off brand air freshener. No guarantee it'll even mask the smell of sex, but at the very least you can say that you made the attempt to hide it.

Spraying the freshener around the room for a bit you place it back where you found it before going back to your seat. The smell of chemicals is thankfully strong enough to drown out the smell of you and Angie getting it on at the very least.

Several minutes pass before you see the knob turn on Miaya's office door, and of course, Miaya is the one who opened it. Entering the room with an uncertain expression Miaya sits down on the opposite side of you. She at least doesn't seem to notice the smell of the room.

She takes a moment to think as she ignores your expectant stare, eventually she settles on a small smile as she says, "From my talk with the principal this seems to have just been one big misunderstanding. Apparently Kirigiri has already been reprimanded for her behavior and the principal himself explained to Kirigiri what she was actually supposed to be doing!"

You… Can't be expected to believe that… Right?

"How was she reprimanded exactly?" You ask.

That causes a pause in Miaya's expression as she asks, "What do you mean?"

Sighing to yourself you elaborate, "How was she reprimanded? She attempted to invade the personal privacy of not only her upperclassmen but me as well. On top of that she falsely accused me over mere assumption with no regard that I am her classmate, that I sit next to her in our class!"

"Um… I didn't exactly ask…" Miaya mutters out. Liar.

"No." You say.

Miaya looks bewildered as she sputters, "Huh? No?"

"I won't believe what you're saying unless you tell me EXACTLY how Kirigiri was punished. Don't act like I don't have a reason to not know. In fact I believe I have the legal right to sue the school for not suspending Kirigiri immediately for what she did!" You declare, though you're certain the school is savvy enough to escape a lawsuit.

"But… But I don't know! I can take you to the principal and ask hi-!" Miaya tries to excuse herself, but you see it now. Miaya doesn't even want to be involved in all this drama, she wants to be as far away from this school as possible in this moment.

Your eyes are far too perceptive for her to escape, "You're lying. I can see it in your eyes, you don't have a lie about her punishment thought up in that brain of yours do you! Kirigiri got off soft and you don't want to tell me cause you think it would make me angry." This declaration makes Miaya's face scrunch up in disgust.

You continue, "You trying to avoid the conversation has made me far angrier than I ever would be if you just told me what punishment she received. All I wanted was for the school to recognize that Kirigiri did something wrong. However, you lying makes me think they didn't even do that!"

Miaya eyes widen in fear as she quickly says, "They did! Fine, I'm sorry alright. It's not like I wanted to lie…" If it wasn't for the fact that you could tell she was being honest you wouldn't have believed her.

"Then why?" You ask.

She ignores your question to answer you other inquiry, "Kirigiri had a rough conversation with the headmaster from what I was told… The headmaster told me Kirigiri will be being supervised for the next few months and given specific instructions on what the school wants her to do. Beyond that I know nothing." Her bemoaning tone annoys you to no end.

You sigh to yourself before saying, "Just some harsh words and eyes on her for a while? Can't lie, it does anger me a small bit to hear that. Yet I can't really complain, I feel as though acknowledgement that she did something wrong is far more damaging to her than any punishment actually could be."

Miaya mutters under a scarf, "You're cruel…"

"And you're a coward, have some class." You say in response.

"I have nowhere to go if I lose this job… No-one would be willing to hire a disgraced therapist like me…" She says in an attempt to excuse her behavior, she slumps in despair.

"When you act like this? It's not hard to see why. Perhaps you are the problem?" You say noncommittally as you leave the room.

Upon closing the door behind you, you don't hear or see what Miaya did next. However, you feel as though your words pierced her very soul. Perhaps she'll partake in some self-reflection after this.

After your strange interaction with Angie and your talk with Miaya, it is safe to say… You're a bit exhausted. Well maybe exhausted is exaggerating, but you do need a palette cleanse after the insanity of Angie's existence and your own annoyance with your fellow therapist.

You're just going to go back to your dorm, browse the internet for a bit and then maybe head out for dinner. Perhaps invite Celeste if she's available? Actually, nah. Just some alone time would be good. Not like you're concerned with Celeste gouging your wallet on delicacies at a premier restaurant you wouldn't want to go to…

That's definitely not why you decided against going out with your girlfriend. You're a classy guy, you wouldn't cheap out on Celeste, ever!

Exiting the school and heading towards the gates you make out a familiar voice once you exit the premises.

"Hey, Akira!" Came the peppy voice of Hiyoko Saionji, your mind was brought back towards your interaction with her yesterday, though it felt like it had been months since then.

You immediately knew that all your plans were for naught, but at the very least perhaps you can get this issue out of the way quickly.

Looking towards the blonde you respond in kind, "Afternoon Saionji, do you need something?" Upon questioning Hiyoko, you realize that she isn't alone.

You're not that surprised to see Mahiru with her friend, but the green-haired girl behind them is a new addition. She doesn't seem to be remarkable in any way though, as she doesn't even hold your interest beyond the fact that she was someone new to you. Worse yet, she was decent eye-candy at best.

In a happy tone that was obviously being faked the dancer said, "Oh you know. Just hanging out with my friends. Hey I just got a really cool idea. Why don't you join us?"

There it is… You have no choice in the matter since Hiyoko is most certainly petty enough to immediately head to Kyoko and spill the beans if you don't play along. Well, you didn't really want to relax for a few hours anyway.

Mahiru, ever the voice of reason, walks up to her friend to say, "Uh… Hiyoko? Akira looks like he's busy. Besides I doubt he'd be that interested, this is more of a girl thing."

Feigning interest you say, "Oh? I'm actually doing nothing right now, I'm just curious as to why Saionji would want me to come along with you two."

The completely unremarkable girl makes herself known as she says, "Three actually." Well isn't she snooty?

Ignoring her, you wait for Hiyoko to respond with, "Oh we were just planning on going to a clothing store nearby. I was going to go by myself to grab a few new designer kimonos, but then I decided to invite Mahiru and Sato. I'm nice like that." God she was so fake that it hurt to see Mahiru not even bat an eye to her friend's obvious mockery.

Nodding to her statement you then play hard to get with, "I have to agree with Mahiru then… Don't really see how I'd be interested."

You watch her eyebrow twitch in annoyance as she says, "Oh are beautiful girls in fancy kimonos not doing it for you? Then again perhaps you prefer gothic lolita considering your girlfriend." Now she wasn't even attempting to hide her derisive personality.

"Hiyoko, if he doesn't want to join he doesn't have to. Let's just go before it gets late." Mahiru did her best to dissuade her friend from pressuring you, but it was over the second Hiyoko spotted you leaving the school.

You're grateful for her attempts at least.

Saionji simply smirks to herself as she says, "Oh, he's just being annoying, he just didn't want to make himself look like an unfaithful boyfriend right?"

"Faithfulness is a virtue." Is your response.

Mahiru looks confused as she says, "So you want to come? You looked pretty annoyed for a moment there… You really don't have to come if you don't want to, it's not like Hiyoko can force you."

Oh if only that were true… You'd have to deal with Saionji sooner or later, but it was fun not being in total control for once. Just letting Hiyoko believe that she had any handle on your relationship with her was quite the experience.

"Yeah I'm perfectly fine with coming along, Saionji just makes really cute faces when she's annoyed." Your confirmation ends up making Hiyoko pout which of course only proves the point of your statement.

The red headed photographer finally relents as she says, "Well, I guess it's fine… Though I expect you to be on your best behavior you know. As you said, faithfulness is a virtue, and peeking at other girls isn't very faithful to your girlfriend." Well you probably weren't going to be given the chance even if you wanted to.

"You won't have to worry about me Mahiru, I'm just coming along to make up for what happened beforehand." You explain.

That causes Mahiru's eyes to widen in surprise as she then stares at her friend in realization, "Is that what this is all about?" Obviously neither of you referring to the registry made it hard for the green-haired girl to follow along. Not that she seemed all that interested, she was just confused.

Hiyoko becomes sheepish at Mahiru's accusation as she tries to play it off, "He's just being nice okay?"

Shaking her head the redhead just sighs before saying, "Fine… Let's get going then, we wasted enough time with this."

Leaving no room for argument we headed off.

Entering the place you were surprised by how sterile the store was considering kimonos were supposedly sold here. But from what Hiyoko told you this place is owned by a famous fashion designer and that all of her Kimonos were designs made by this specific designer.

Apparently Hiyoko also spent a lot of money getting four custom orders for her, Mahiru, and their friend Sato each. It was at that moment you realized Hiyoko's family was rich as fuck! She treated the yen she spent on twelve custom ordered kimonos like it was pocket change!

You had assumed her family was well-off the second you met her, but it was only now did you realize just how spoiled she must've been to end up as she had. Rich, talented, and to some degree intelligent. Hiyoko's got it all. While her attitude may leave some people wanting, for people like you and Mahiru it just made her that slight bit more endearing.

Though obviously you two have very different reasons for finding Hiyoko 'endearing'. Your disgusting interest in her shouldn't be compared to Mahiru's wholesome interest in her own friend.

Lost in your own thoughts you then realized you were basically staring a hole through the back of Saionji's skull, as if afraid she'd notice you were staring at her intently you begin looking around the store.

The place was really lifeless, you'd expect a clothing store to be more vibrant like the ones Celeste brought you to. Well you shouldn't be one to judge, Hiyoko does look very attractive in her kimonos so clearly they're doing something right.

The kimonos on display were rather bland though, as you mentioned again and again they weren't very vibrant. Mostly dull pinks, whites, and grays. The occasional yellow one amongst the sea of displayed cloth.

The truly eye-catching dresses were at the back wall. Each design was innovative and clever in ways that made you question what the maker had intended to convey.

Such a disparate difference between what is immediately on display and what was tucked away at the far back made you question the practices of the store. Cause the sea of bland designs honestly almost made you leave the store then and there.

One of the kimonos that particularly stood out to you was a blue and red dress that swirled into a spiral around where the heart was. The blue transposed itself onto the red in a wave like design, making you question what the kimono was trying to convey as a piece of art rather than what it was as a piece of clothing.

It made you think of the beach at sunset, yet it felt like there was deeper meaning to the dress.

It reminded you of some far off event from a few months ago, but you couldn't figure out what memory was sticking out in your mind…

Your thoughts aside, perhaps Hiyoko had a good reason to spend an exorbitant amount of cash on whoever designed these works of art. You had to admit you didn't really have an interest in kimono designing or the making of clothing in general. Yet this may be something you end up exploring further with Celeste in the future.

"Something catch your eye?" Hiyoko asked as she came up from behind you.

Startled out of your ridiculously deep thoughts about clothing you turn around and say, "Ah, yes. I found myself captivated by one of the designs, and I just couldn't stop staring?" You point to the dress in question.

"That one? Isn't it a bit garish? The blue and red don't really mesh well together at all." Hiyoko asked, seemingly upset.

True they were both obscenely bright on the dress which made the fact they weren't good colors together all the more obvious. However, it's aesthetic transcended color composition in your eyes, something about it just stuck in your mind as beautiful.

Your fascination with the dress only served to upset Hiyoko more for some reason as she then drags you by your sleeves and forces you out of your thoughts as well as away from the dress. "Is there something you need?" You ask as you are dragged along.

Hiyoko huffs to herself as she dragged you from the back to the changing rooms, "Yep, they just gave us the dresses I ordered. So I, Sato, and Mahiru have been trying them. They're trying on a specific pair I wanted them to wear together."

"Okay?" You say confused.

Hiyoko then blushes as she says, "And I would like it if you'd give your input on them."

"Why?" You ask in a pained tone. If there was one thing that Celeste ever said about you that was one hundred percent true… It's that you have no fashion sense.

The very idea that she wants your opinion on if her friends looks good in certain dresses just brings up bad memories of when Celeste tried to do the same with just herself.

Only for her to end up disappointed when 'you had no taste'.

Hiyoko sighs to herself, then says, "Don't be difficult, please. Mahiru and Sato are getting changed right now. All you have to do is say that they look good in their dresses when they come out. And if you don't like what they're wearing, well I shouldn't have tell you…"

It didn't take a genius to figure out the threat. You remember saying Celeste had a bland dress once, and she didn't let it go for months.

It also didn't take a genius to figure out that this entire scenario was a bit weird, "Why do you want me to do this anyway? Shouldn't I be being a faithful boyfriend? Watching other girls and telling them they're attractive seems a bit scummy to me."

The blonde dancer then pinched your side as she said, "What did I just say about being difficult?" Her pout almost made you want to continue questioning the oddity of being involved in this situation, but you decided to spare her the humiliation.

A few seconds later Mahiru and Sato would exit the changing rooms, with dresses oddly similar to one another as for one they were both short sleeveless dress that looked sort of like a kimono. Mahiru wore a white dress, while Sato wore a black one. They also had a flower bud of their respective colors in their hair.

The dress Mahiru wore was mostly white with silvery blue flowers growing from the base of the dress and going all the way to the chest. While Sato's was mostly black with a golden tree being depicted from the base of the dress.

Mahiru's outfit enhanced her pre-existing beauty, while Sato's made her rather plain looks appealing.

Congratulations, Sato, you have graduated from decent eye-candy to at-least- it's-good eye-candy. A major accomplishment for her, she should be proud.

"Ah! I knew it'd look great, I'm just a genius aren't I!" Hiyoko proudly acclaimed.

Mahiru scratches her cheek sheepishly as she said, "You always know exactly what to order, don't you Hiyoko?" The blonde dancer nods to herself proudly.

Sato takes the time to appreciate the dress she's wearing, no doubt feeling the sexiest she's ever been… Not that she set a high bar, there's only so good you can get looking like that after all.

The green haired girl begins to blush as she realized all eyes were on her, "Honestly I think this one's my favorite of the ones you've ordered for me Hiyoko… I can't believe I'm actually allowed to own this!"

Hiyoko chuckles to herself as she giddily says, "Well of course you are, treating my friends right is just one of my best traits."

Mahiru shakes her head at her friends' antics before glancing towards you. Making eye contact for all of a second is all that was needed to cause Mahiru to look away in embarrassment as she asks, "What do you think, Akira?"

Oh boy.

With the current situation as it is, you make the attempt to be witty, "Well I usually don't, and pretty girls in such appealing traditional wear tend to make that all the harder. I do think they look a bit risqué though, are you three going to some sort of party soon?"

Ignoring the latter half of your words Mahiru's face found a faint blush. As she turned to face you her eyes refused to meet yours and as she went to say something Hiyoko instead interrupted with, "Nope. I'm just a really good friend is all. Nothing wrong with being a good friend, right?" The dancer leaned forward, it was clear she was doing such a thing to hide her smarmy smirk.

Though why she was so smug as she said that… You genuinely couldn't figure it out.

Due to how she was bent forward she ended up showing off her shapely butt through her dress, and as you were a little annoyed with her attitude you lean in as well. Hiyoko attempts to back up, like a prey animal knowing it's backed into a corner. As your mouth arrives next to her ear you whisper, quietly, "Nothing wrong with an ass like that either."

Silence

Sato and Mahiru just stare on, befuddled, by what they were watching. While Hiyoko freezes in shock. The gears in her head turn slowly as she attempts to process the words that left your mouth.

Standing straight you smirk downwards at the formerly smug blonde's face as it slowly turns into a scarlet shade, and you keep your smirk as you find your stomach meeting the dancer's fist.

"What the hell was that supposed to mean!" She yells out.

Chuckling to yourself, "I said what I said and I meant what I meant, simple as."

Hiyoko fumes, glaring at you as if you had just disrobed her in public. She seemed utterly mortified over what were just some harmless words. She looked seconds away from hitting you a second time but as she raised her arm Mahiru held her back.

As she held the arms of the slighted dancer Mahiru tried to reason with her friend, "Hiyoko, calm down, please don't do this in public?"

'So it would be acceptable in private?' You snarkily say within your head not wanting to draw the ire of all three of the girls. Not that you would particularly fear Sato's wrath, but Mahiru looks like she has some experience in teaching people a lesson.

After getting Hiyoko to stop attempting to hit you, the redhead's eyes turn towards you. Sharp is Mahiru's glare as she asks, "What did you say to her? I know it was something stupid!"

"Stupid perhaps, but harmless. Don't worry about it, she's just overreacting." You say with a kind smile.

Mahiru continues to glare at you for a few more seconds before giving up, "Whatever. Just please at least _try_ get along with each other. You should be doing your best to act as a gentleman in this kind of scenario! Even if what you said was something harmless in your eyes Hiyoko clearly didn't like it."

Is… Is she lecturing you?

She continued waving a finger in your face, "You can't just be treating girls so haphazardly you know? Especially someone like Hiyoko! You don't want to be known as the guy that makes girl's cry right?" What is she? Your mother?

Hiyoko then gives Mahiru the side-eye as she bemoans, "Don't treat me like a kid! I don't look like one anymore so don't treat me like one!" She definitely acts like one though.

You make sure your expression was confused, since you certainly were at Mahiru's lecture, and after a brief pause… You then state, "U-Uh, y-yeah. Sure."

Mahiru then smiles as she says, "Good. From how we've interacted so far you seem like a good boy, if a bit careless at times." You can't really say you like being referred to just as a 'boy' and what's worse you think she was complimenting you.

So instead of fighting the photographer you acquiesce yourself to silence. Though you couldn't help but feel like someone was glaring a hole into the back of your head. But since Hiyoko and Mahiru were now talking to one another about the dresses the dancer had ordered it couldn't have been one of them…

Meh.

Probably just someone who is jealous then.

An Hour Later

The rest of the outing was rather uneventful. The girls tried on a few more of the dresses, you gave some compliments, then the three of them wanted to go out to a cafe. You were forced to come along to carry their things but were allowed to leave after they got to their destination.

Though Hiyoko did pull you aside to say some things before you were allowed to go…

30 Minutes Before

You follow the Ultimate Traditional Dancer closely from behind as she leads you into the alley next to the cafe. Placing your hands into your pockets you feel that this entire situation was far too odd for your liking. Nothing interesting occurred. You got nothing from coming along, well except some insight into Mahiru.

Then again… You guess insights, regardless of how minor, are still insights.

However, you were bored, especially with Hiyoko. All this power over you and she just chooses to have you say some nice words to her friends and carry some bags.

Yet you felt a degree of anticipation, since Hiyoko dragged you to the side she must want something…

You're hoping, just hoping she does as you expect her to. Usually in this kind of situation you'd be annoyed to all hell with wanting something _predictable_ to happen. Yet if Hiyoko is about to do what you think she's going to… You'll forgive her for such an asinine afternoon.

Hmm. Now that you're thinking about it, the fact that Hiyoko got you of all people to want the predictable outcome is pretty funny though.

"So… Anything else you need or am I free to go as you said?" You ask jokingly, obviously she wanted something from you. But you oh so love to poke fun at her.

Turning around Hiyoko's sardonic smirk was front and center as she said, "I wouldn't be acting so high and mighty if I were you. I was thinking of letting you off easy… Buuuuut~. For your bad behavior today… I'm gonna need your help in a few days, got it? It may be tomorrow, the day after, or next week. But I'll need you to do something for me..."

A pause of silence.

You feel the edge of your lips rise upwards.

As you smile softly, you watch a bead of sweat fall from Hiyoko's forehead. Clearly she was becoming uneasy, but for anyone else she was hiding it rather well… Due to her nature she tried to distract her unease by talking, "Oh? Not going to bemoan how I'm blackmailing you or something?"

Why would you?

When you are so happy.

The Present

You feel your spine shiver in excitement, oh you just love it when interesting things happen. You are so utterly desperate to see how far Hiyoko will go to hold your 'crime' over your head.

Today was a bit unsatisfying.

But the fact she did what she just did in the first place reinvigorated you, filled you with _hope_ that she'll do something far more interesting next time.

Though it will be aggravating if she chooses a legitimately poor time to do such a thing, but that in itself is exciting.

Now. Time to head to your dorm. You are far too tired to do anything else.

Climbing up the stairs to your floor you let out a rather loud yawn, you were far more tired than you initially thought. You were beginning to think it had to do with far more than just being exhausted from something like Angie. This felt like your body was failing.

Okay, that's a bit dramatic even for you…

Perhaps it was better to say your body felt like a heavy blanket was draped over you and you hadn't been allowed to take it off for the entire day.

It was still strange but you were certain a good rest would take care of it.

Climbing up the last set of steps you yawn once again, it was worse than the last one. You had to clench your eyes shut as you let out the yawn from your throat, tears pooled at your eyes as you were forced to stand still to not hurt yourself.

"Damn… Maybe it's worse than I gave it credit for? I really need a nap." You say aloud accidentally.

Walking towards your room on the second floor you find yourself suddenly going still as you catch sight of a familiar girl.

Toko Fukawa was peering in through the peephole on your door with an unsatisfied expression. The girl looked like she was seconds away from throwing a tantrum. What the hell was she doing?

"Fukawa?" You ask legitimately confused.

The lithe writer suddenly shoots away from the door as she looks around in confusion before her eyes settle on you. You see a gleam of happiness before such a shine becomes dull turning into stock horror as if she was caught committing some terrible crime.

"H-How l-long have you been there?" She stutters out.

"Um, I just got here? What are you doing here is the better question." You say, a little miffed, you really didn't want to be wasting time speaking with her.

Your rough tone causes Toko to wilt as she attempts to come up with an excuse, "I-I-I! Y-You see, I w-was j-just… Oh…"

Now standing half a meter away from her, Toko stops trying to say anything simply staring into you. It was as if she was looking past your very identity and at something only she could see. Whatever it was she was quite captivated with it.

"Did you want something Fukawa?" You ask.

Shaking her head doesn't say anything as she tries to run past you.

You sigh in disgruntlement, you really don't want to drag yourself into anything else. You just want to lay your head down and nod off for an hour or two. So why in the hell do you feel compelled to stop Toko from running off.

You knew why, it just didn't make it any less annoying.

As Toko made her way past you, your right hand grasped her left wrist tightly. With a single motion you pull Toko in front of you forcing her to face you as you say, "Do you need something or not, no need to be embarrassed."

The Ultimate Writing Prodigy looks into your eyes with awe as her knees quiver from the close proximity with you. You could feel the obsession drawing itself from under her skin as you notice her attempt to push her body and yours even closer together.

You pretend to not notice as you ask, "Well?"

"Y-Yes... U-U-Um… I-I mean n-no, no I don't…" Toko slurs out.

"Then why were you peeking into my dorm if you don't mind me asking?" You go for the killing blow.

"Wel-… Y-You se-... It's beca-..." She eventually stopped trying to come up with an excuse.

"I'm sorry…" Is what Toko settles with.

Sighing to yourself you really didn't want to handle this right now… But~...

Smirking to yourself, you quietly say, "I just want to know why. I'm not going to get mad at you even if it's something silly."

"I was… Trying to see if you were in the dorm, I knocked a few times but I was so certain you were inside…" She trailed off after that. But you have to say…

It was a convincing lie. Ah, exquisite.

Removing the hungry glint from your eyes you then say, "Hmm… Well, since you waited so long, why don't you come inside?"

Upon hearing your words something about Toko's attitude shifted as instead of pushing her slim body further into your chest she began to pull away. Perhaps she sensed your ill intent? Oh well… Truly you wanted to be more gentlemanly about this, but the least you could do is give her the chance to give her excuses.

"Um… T-Thank you, b-but… I-I d-don't want to impose." She said unconvincingly. You make no effort to hide your intent now, your wanton desire is immediately felt by her. The second the glint in your eyes returned Toko made her best attempt to escape, but prey has no chance of escape when in the jaws of the predator.

In her attempt to back away, you let go of her wrist and grab onto her pigtails. She squeals like a sow, but you don't let her fight back as you pull her into your dorm. Forcing her in front of you, you then toss her into the dorm as you take the time to shut and lock the door behind you. Turning your focus to Toko you watch as she sits upon the floor with a mixture of emotions entirely indecipherable.

With the blush on her face you'd assume lust, but her eyes scream fear, yet the fact she is breathing so softly dictates neither. Oh, you can't tell what she's thinking, what she's feeling...

It's always so nice when you encounter something new!

That makes you all the more happy to continue with your risky moves. After all risk invites far heftier rewards, and you are a man who likes his things.

So it's time to move on to the main event!

"You know I said 'I wouldn't get mad at you even if it was something silly' right? What compelled you to lie to me?" You ask feigning hurt.

Fear takes over but a faint blush remains as Toko in her terror makes excuses, "I-I wasn't lying… I w-would h-have no reason to l-lie! I w-was waiting f-for you to c-come out! I-I'm n-not some skank, I w-wouldn't lie about something like that!" Such lousy reasoning, you expected better of a writing prodigy.

You don't waste any time saying, "Half-truths are not truths Fukawa, they in fact are still lies."

Toko recoils back in disgust as you make your point before pathetically whimpering, "T-That's n-not…" She's so pitiable… Like a lost puppy.

You interrupt her words with, "I expected better of you Fukawa, I really could care less for your reason for stalking at my door. But you should know I hate it more than anything when someone tries to lie to my face like that." The only woman you allow to blatantly do such a thing is Celeste.

Gaining a smirk you kneel down putting your face inches away from Toko's causing her blush to come back in full force as you ask, "Do you know what I saw when I came to my dorm?"

She nods uncertainly.

"I saw a pathetic creature sitting at my door expecting to be let in. To be able to participate in what it saw as its owner's existence. Yet when confronted with the chance it was too afraid to disappoint. So it ran." Is what you say.

She goes to say something.

But you interrupt her again, "Sadly I must inform you I'm a taken man. But I'm certain me and my girlfriend could use a good and obedient pet. Would you like to be that? A good and obedient pet, Toko?"

Her blush gets worse but so do the fear in her eyes as she tries to object off instinct, "W-What n-no! Who would want to do that to themse-!"

A loud smack reverberates the room as flesh meets flesh.

Toko stares into the void utterly confused as she brings her hand to her cheek to check that you did indeed just slap her. She looks at you in mortification as she then asks, "W-Wh-!" You slap her again, harder this time.

Tears pool at the corner of Toko's eyes, her blush dimming a bit as a depression overtakes her current emotions.

You stop letting her flounder as you say, "Don't worry Toko, you won't have to make any difficult decisions. I already made it for you as your owner. So from now on make sure to show proper respect such as responding with 'Yes sir' when I ask or tell you to do something."

Confusion is now the primary emotion as she attempts to question what is going on once more, "W-What? What are you going on about! Who would-!"

You slap her again, and expectantly stare at her as the first bit of tears falls to your room's floor.

"What are you supposed to say, Toko?" You ask, feigning superiority.

Sniveling like the bitch she is, Toko mumbles out, "Yes. Sir…"

It's almost sad how easy it is.

You lead Toko to the center of your living space and have her sit upon her knees nice and proper. With her legs held tightly together, with her hands on her lap, and with her waiting expectantly for what you'll do next.

She even stopped crying about a minute ago!

You had been walking around Toko for the past few minutes just poking, prodding, and occasionally groping Toko's body.

Not out of any desire to molest her, but because you want to see if you can get a good image of how Toko would look naked without stripping her. And the way she squirms so adorably is a plus.

But enough playing around.

Standing in front of Toko you watch her wriggle under your gaze. Clearly uncomfortable that you were just staring at her. Well time to fix that then.

You walk up to Toko and then begin to part her legs with your shoe. Obviously Toko isn't so shameless to just let what she believes you are attempting to do occur. So in the smallest show of defiance she holds her legs together tightly as she stares up at you pleading for you to not.

All it takes is the raise of your hand for her legs to be moved to the side. Shame fills Toko's expression as she glares at you simultaneously in humiliation and lust.

As your foot nears her crotch Toko whimpers, "Please… Not yet…"

Looking at Toko in sheer amusement you chuckle as your foot begins caressing her crotch. You're certain if you weren't wearing shoes that you would've felt that Toko was sopping wet.

Such observations aside you decide to assuage Toko's concerns, "At least you know it'll happen eventually… But you have nothing to fear right now, Toko. I'm just making sure you're worth turning into my loving pet."

Through your foot you feel Toko shudder in arousal at your words.

Getting in a few rough strokes you watch in utter glee as Toko lets out a soft moan from the stimulation of her most precious place. Satisfied you pull your foot away as Toko looks at you pouting.

"You can get up for now." You say.

"A-Alrigh-... I mean… Y-Yes sir." Toko stutters out, though Toko stands up straight initially she quickly returns to her usual slouching posture.

It was like she was trying to make herself seem smaller than she already was.

"Come over here." You demand.

Somehow Toko seems confused at what you meant as she asks, "D-Do you m-mean right next to y-yo-! Ow!"

Since she was being so slow you decided to just pull her over by her braids. Even as Toko now stands by your side you refuse to let go of her hair even as she tries to free it from your grasp.

You wag your index finger in front of Toko's face as you, "Ah, ah, ah! I'll let go of it when you're free to go, for now you're my property." Embarrassed at what was happening to her, Toko simply brings up her hands to to block her eyes.

Groping Toko's small breasts, you watch her try her best to cover even more of her face with her small hands, though failing to hide her humiliated expression as you freely molest her.

"You're a very good girl, obedient. I like that in a pet you know." You say mockingly.

Peeking through her fingers, Toko watches you in expectancy wondering where your words would lead. So with your index and middle finger you raise Toko's chin as you ask, "Can you do something for me, Toko." You did not say it questioningly, both of you knew it was a command.

"Y-Yes sir." Toko responds properly.

"Can you tell me how much of a degenerate you are." Is what you 'ask'.

Toko hesitates for about a minute so you force her to look you straight in the eyes. Of course Toko averts her own to avoid eye contact but she occasionally checks to see if you're staring into hers.

After a few minutes of lingering in her hesitation and shame Toko finally lets out, "I-I'm… I-I'm an unrepentant pervert." Toko has stopped hiding behind her hands and now her disgruntled face was in plain view.

You inform her, "Go on."

Then like a dam Toko's emotions roll from her throat, "I'm nothing more than a debauched deviant who gets off on being treated like trash." Oh?

She continues, "Though I can tell you are seriously treating me as nothing more than an object for your own pleasure I can't help but obey and enjoy it." You knew she was aroused, but you honestly thought that she just had a fetish, this…

Toko doesn't wait for you to formulate your thoughts as she keeps on going, "I'm such a lowly, disgusting creature that the idea I'm not even treated as a person arouses the worst aspects of lust to the forefront of my mind!" This goes a bit beyond fetish to say the least.

And with one last hoorah Toko shouts, "I wanted this!"

Silence.

Upon realizing what she just said Toko slams her hands across her mouth as the mortification sets in. Those were genuine, honest feelings. How low of an opinion of herself does she have that she thinks like that? Not that you're complaining! You just opened a bag of worms you most definitely want to peruse.

Meanwhile with Toko, "I-I-I didn't… I-I'm not… T-That isn't me. I-I'm not like that, right? Right. Yes, that was just playing along. I was just playing along. This is just some weird roleplay… I wouldn't say something so wrong even ironically…" Keep telling yourself that Toko.

Hmm…

Now you're aroused as well. The things she said were oh so appealing so it's no surprise you got erect from that. But you honestly weren't planning on sticking it in her just yet…

But oh well, she wanted this after all.

As Toko continues to freak out about what she just said, you take the time to pull her down to her knees by her braid. "O-Ow! Wh-What?" She cries out from the sudden jerking of her entire body before quickly looking at you to see what was going on.

Only for her to be dumbstruck as she watches you unzip your pants and pull out your dick.

Toko cries out, "W-Wait!" You do not.

Slapping her face with your cock you watch her clear distaste for having your dick so close to her face. You only make it worse as you begin rubbing her cheek with it. Toko stares up at you clearly repulsed by what you were doing as she says, "B-But… Y-You…"

You knew what she was trying to say so you cut her off, "Well then maybe you shouldn't have gotten me all aroused like that if you didn't want it. But don't worry, at the very least you can trust you'll be able to keep your clothes on, which of course means your virginity will be intact by the time you leave this room."

"S-Still… I-I don't want it anywhere near my face…" Toko complained.

With your free hand you caress the top of her head as you mock her, "Oh don't be afraid Toko! Since you got me all worked up with that mouth of yours, you're going to get me off with it as well!" You could see the growing horror in her eyes but she did not resist.

You drag the tip of your cock along her cheek before planting it firmly on her shut lips. Despite clearly not wanting to do this, it was not you forcing your dick through that got Toko to suck you off. But her own initiative.

Though in her own hastiness she tried to deepthroat you.

You push Toko off of you before she hurts herself. "Take it slow, geez. I appreciate the enthusiasm but don't choke yourself!" Well at least not until she can take it.

Toko, embarrassed, just clenches her eyes shut as she begins anew. This time with a much gentler and slow pace Toko tries to take in just the first quarter of your dick. Which obviously goes far better than beforehand.

You let her get used to it before trying anything else, since while yeah, you wanted to get off. You didn't want Toko comatose in your dorm because she choked on dick.

Toko tries to go a bit further but ends up pulling her mouth off of your dick before saying, "It's so salty… D-Do I really have t-to do this?"

You roll your eyes, and say, "Yes. C'mon I'm certain you can do it, you were so eager just a minute ago!"

Before she goes back to what she's supposed to be doing, Toko mumbles out, "I was just trying to get it over with…"

As he gets back to giving you a blow job you make use of her braid to force her to go half-way much to Toko's displeasure as she tries to dislodge herself only to find your free hand stopping her from backing out. Her petulant glare as she realized what you were doing was so goddamn cute.

You decide half-way should be enough for Toko, but you know you wouldn't be satisfied. She won't be able to get you off like that but you have your ways of ensuring your sick self is kept sated. However, the current problem is without a doubt that Toko isn't exactly an adequate partner yet.

Which will be fixed in time, but you just let her work your shaft for a bit longer just so she can learn and get used to it. She'll be doing it a lot more often soon enough.

A minute later and you believe that's enough you pull Toko off your dick but keep a hold onto her hair. She looks at you in confusion as you begin jerking it right in front of her face. It doesn't take long for her to understand what you're about to do, which causes her to bring up her hands in an attempt to stop herself from getting a facial.

However, she was far too late as cum coats both of her lenses, her nose, and her lips.

"Why…" She asks, emotionally distraught.

You chuckle as you let go of her hair finally, "Because you're so adorable Toko. Go ahead and clean yourself up in my bathroom. I think that was enough for today." You take the time to zip up your pants and put your dick away as you were speaking.

Toko looks a bit disappointed as she asks, "That's it? I'm free to go?"

You nod before saying, "Sure, just go clean yourself up. Wouldn't want anyone to see cum on your glasses right?"

Toko stands up without saying a word before making her way to your bathroom, but just before she enters you say, "Congratulations Toko, I think with just a little bit of work. You'll make the perfect pet."

The writer shivers, the emotion she felt was totally indescribable to you. But that made it all the more alluring, and you can't wait to bring it out once more.

It took about ten minutes but Toko eventually came out of the washroom. Honestly you had forgotten she was still here in the time it took her to come out… "You're still here?" You ask.

That causes the timid writer to flinch as she cringes in disgust as she says, "I didn't want to touch your spunk so I was taking my time! Is there a problem with that?" Ooh, being feisty now? That's so unlike the girl who readily deepthroated you a minute ago.

Though you chose not to vocalize your musings instead saying, "Is that a proper way to speak. Pet~?"

The girl shivers in simultaneous delight and disgust as she whimpers out, "Stop calling me that."

"When you actually refuse to being my pet I'll at least consider such a thing… Until then you are just my adorable little Toko, you understand yes?" You smirk having far too much fun messing with the girl.

Looking downcast, Toko says, "Y-Yes sir…" You noticed that she got gloomier upon you saying 'adorable little Toko', so you'll file that away for later.

Yet before you let Toko leave you silently beckon her over to you with your hand and she obeys without a word. Clasping Fukawa's chin you raise her eyes to meet your own, it doesn't take long for her to avert gaze.

"W-What?" She asks weakly.

"What am I to you, Toko Fukawa? I want to hear your thoughts." You do not elaborate further.

The writer blushes as she lets fantasy take hold, " You're m-my… Master…"

"Is that what you want?" You ask.

"I-I think so…" She says, uncertain of herself.

You then shoo her off with your hand as you say, "Very well, go on I'm not going to keep you any longer. I just wanted to ask those last two questions."

Toko seems as if she wants to say something more but she just nods her head as she whispers under her breath, "Y-Yes sir…"

It doesn't take long for the Ultimate Writing Prodigy to leave.

And with that, you are alone once more.

Two Hours Later

You're bored.

You came all the way here to relax and rest after you felt so exhausted and now you're bored… Great. Thanks body, really just wanted to lay on the couch for a few hours before falling dead asleep but no! You need more action after what you've already been served today.

That's what you really need.

Fucking stupid ass mortal bodies! When you were among the stars such feelings were foreign to you! You were a god, a lesser one yes, but a god nonetheless. Gods don't get bored, they get unsatisfied. This is actual boredom! With something you've never had to deal with added on top!

You certainly never had to deal with it prior to Hope's Peak as well!

Wait…

Even before you became divine and mortal combined… The man known as Akira Furuya has never experienced such boredom either…

Laying upon your back, you stare into the ceiling as you think aloud, "There's something seriously wrong with me. Neither of my pasts ever had something like this happen. Is it because I'm now both god and man? What is this desire? Is it really boredom? Do I want something?"

You bring forth one of your blessing causing it to hover expectantly. Taking hold of it you wonder what's been up with you lately. Sure as Akira Furuya you've always been a guy who is fascinated by the vast unknown as well as the various interesting people you could come across in life.

And… Such a desire for the new has left you occasionally bored and uncaring for the old…

But this is something different.

And perhaps far more malicious.

"Is it the full extent of my Greed made manifest? Do I just want something to happen for the sake of something happening? Am I wanting far more than I could ever actually want?" You ask aloud.

You take but a second to think.

Then you come to a quick and anticlimactic conclusion, "No I don't want anything bad to happen, obviously."

You elaborate on your thoughts, "I'm just strangely energetic today after being exhausted for most of it. My overactive mind is just leaping to conclusions as it likes to do. Though I do really need to do something and get me tired otherwise I'm not gonna get any sleep…"

And such the conclusion was, boredom sucks, both of your halves were in agreement.

With the dramatics finished you sit up and take a glance towards your phone. You then look towards the door.

"Hmm…" You hum.

Standing up and pocketing your phone you head outside. It was a cold night tonight. Not that you paid the frost prickling your skin any mind. Heading down the stairs and over to the girls dorms you begin making your way to the fourth floor.

As you climb the stairs around the third floor you find yourself stopping.

You take a second to look out into the wider city of Tokyo, and get a weird feeling. Yet you do not allow yourself to linger on such thoughts thinking them the same as your boredom.

Getting up to the fourth floor you feel your heart still as you notice that there is a singular door that is ajar, though ever so slightly. Still it was the fact of whose dorm it was that made you freeze up, obviously the dorm you are talking about is Celeste's…

That feeling from the stairway comes back and you begin to realize what you were really feeling. It was never boredom… It was anticipation. Something is happening or has happened and regardless…

During this night… Something bad will occur.

With haste you run over to Celeste's door though you find yourself hesitating.

Fear and exhilaration is not what you feel.

But dread.

You gently open the door take a singular step into Celeste's dorm.

"Celeste?" You call out.

Thankfully you do not have to wait for a response. "Akira?" Questions Celeste from deeper inside the dorm.

You take a sigh of relief as you enter inside. Perhaps you should stop letting intrusive thoughts get in the way, they're making you paranoid…

Upon entering the dorm Celeste is standing within looking at you confused, "How'd you get in?"

Scratching the back of your head you let a smirk hide your worry as you say, "You left your door wide open! Scared me for a minute."

Obviously confused Celeste asks, "I did? Well… Thanks, I probably would've gone to bed without noticing… Is there something you need?"

"Yeah, I just came to talk, having a bit of a hard time sleeping." You stated.

"Uh, sure. I guess? What do you want to talk about?" Celeste asked, clearly inviting you in at this point rather than shooing you away.

Sitting down in one of the comfy chairs within Celeste's dorm you say, "Anything really… Hell if you want to talk about something like your cat I'll listen intently as long as I can expend what little energy I need to get rid of?"

"You know it's rather rude to use me as sleep medication right." Celeste says 'rather rudely'.

But you do your best to come up with a charming response, not that you're good at it, "Why would I need sleep medication? When I have my lovely girlfriend to soothe me to sleep with her voice and words?"

She rolls her eyes as she sits down away from you before taking out her phone from god knows where… That dress does not have pockets, you know that for a fact.

Turning the phone to face you she shows you a photo of a rather plump cat, her cat obviously but that thing used to be skinnier than a twig… She uh… Really fattened him up to say the least. Putting the phone back from wherever she got it from she says, "As you could see Grand Bois Cheri Ludenberg is doing wonderfully. He's a perfectly healthy cat."

You wouldn't use healthy as a descriptor personally.

Resting her head on her hand she looks at you smugly as she says, "Have you been put to sleep by my voice and words yet?"

"No need to be a smartass." You bite back.

"Seriously though… I need sleep as well, I can't be bothered to read you a bedtime story if that's what you want." She says semi-seriously.

"No. Just… Ugh… I just want to talk, I need to get my mind off something." You try to explain, but fail terribly.

"Get your mind off of what?" She asks with genuine concern.

Her eyes widen as she goes to ask, "You aren't feeling guilty are yo-?"

You quickly interrupt Celeste, "What? No. Why would I be feeling guilty?"

Celeste looks into your eyes clearly exasperated as she asks, "Then what is it that you could be so worried about?"

You lean forward and rest your chin in your hands as you think for a moment. Celeste staring at you expectantly makes you feel uneasy as you finally put your thoughts into words, "I feel this pit in my stomach. Like as if… Like as if something very terrible is about to happen. I feel as if something is about to go wrong and I just want it to be over with. Just so I can stop feeling this anxiety over nothing happening."

"Sleep would do you some good then… Now you're getting me worked up over all this nonsense… Though it's not like I can really help with any o-." Celeste's voice cuts out. She keeps speaking, but you hear nothing of what she said.

It was as if the air around you had changed and you were no longer capable of breathing. You were in a vacuum of nothingness, then you felt blood splatter across your skin and there was now a hole in your stomach.

And then it was over.

"Akira? Are you even listening?" Celeste says angrily, having completely dropped her persona out of annoyance with you.

You take a second to look down at your stomach and you see nothing wrong with you. Celeste notices your expression has hardened and that you are thinking deeply. So instead of trying to coax you out by yelling she just walks up to you and places her hand onto your shoulder.

"Akira?" Celeste asks.

You no longer felt anything.

"It happened." You say, uncertain of what it all means.

Celeste obviously having a hard time following along, "What happened?"

"The feeling is completely gone, just like that. Whatever was going to happen just happened. I feel a weight off my shoulders but the pit in my stomach is still there… I can't tell what occurred but something really unfortunate just happened to someone. No point worrying about it now." You say neutrally.

All that dread gone in a flash. How absolutely disappointing.

You are taken out of your thoughts as Celeste takes hold of your hand and drags you to her room. With such a sudden action all you could do is stare at her uncertainly as she forces you to sit on her bed.

"Cele-." As you attempt to speak she shoves her finger in your face.

"Whatever supernatural experience you are having, I don't want to hear about it. I'm going to undress and get in bed, and you are going to do the same. Nothing about strange feelings, terrible omens, or anything like that. Clearly it's stressing you out too much, you aren't even pretending to be human." She finishes succinctly.

You just listen to her words as she undresses in front of you. Your libido doesn't even care as you watch the one woman you truly love strip down to her underwear.

Though you guess Celeste is right, whatever you were experiencing isn't important.

Being human is. So you have a decision to make.

"I'll head back to my room for tonight Celeste, sorry to have bothered you." You decide heading back to your dorm is for the best. Besides, your exhaustion is hitting you like a truck and you're absolutely certain Celeste is fine now. So no need to bother her further.

Celeste looks rather disappointed in you but acquiesces as she says, "Fine… If you say so, just be sure to be safe." Considering who Celeste is, that is probably the highest concern she could possibly give to anyone that's not her cat.

"I'll see you tomorrow." You say as you exit the bedroom. Celeste gives an affirmative hum as you close the door behind you.

Walking towards the outside you feel yourself freeze up as you notice the door is once more slightly ajar. However you reason it away as Celeste's door potentially being screwed up. Yet as you get closer to the door you hear steps running off to the left.

You unleash into a full sprint as you bash the door to the side to follow whoever had clearly attempted to break in.

Yet find nothing…

What is most concerning is that Celeste's dorm is the fourth most right… Meaning the only place they could have gone is to one of three dorms right of Celeste's… As both sets of stairs are on the left side.

You didn't hear a door closing but that was most certainly you not paying attention as closely as you should have. Besides jumping off the side of the building would be insane, at best they break their legs.

You don't care how much of an Ultimate they are, a four story fall is a four story fall. Regardless you know for certain whoever was just attempting to enter Celeste's dorm had to have come from the dorms to the right of hers.

So whose dorms are these…

Can you leave knowing someone could enter Celeste's dorm at any time?

You turn to head back inside and ask Celeste to come over to your dorm instead, but you notice you're standing on something… Bending down you pick up a black piece of paper that was under your shoe. It looks like a black note card.

Picking it up you notice a familiar symbol but you can't remember where you saw it last.

Turning the card over to a white side your eyes narrow as you read these words in red ink.

'Hey, Furuya. We should become best friends.'

They weren't after Celeste.

10 Minutes Later

As you lay in bed you stare at the note more… Specifically the black side. You had seen its symbol before but you couldn't exactly remember when. It didn't help that your mind was still rushing a mile a minute looking for any explanation on what just occurred.

You didn't leave Celeste's dorm right away, you made sure to block her door with a table that could hold the knob and you made sure that door wouldn't open unless from the inside. Just because you're certain whoever it was that gave you this note wasn't after Celeste did not mean you were gonna risk her safety.

Though obviously tomorrow you're gonna have to explain what you think is happening as she's definitely going to wonder why her table was used to block her door.

Probably should've woken her up and just brought her to your dorm… But… Okay that was just a stupid move on your part, but no point in going back now that you've already locked that door tight.

You're certain she'll be fine…

Now, who the fuck is trying to mess with you?

As you wonder on the possibility you find your gaze drifting towards your nightstand…

Specifically at a pamphlet from Hope's Peak…

This all feels just too convenient.

Unknown Location, Elfriede Bohm Third Person POV

A woman known as Elfriede Bohm awakes to the sound of piano music. A solemn piece she's never heard before but could assume to be a classical work. Not that she could focus on what she was hearing as she coughed up blood.

She was trying to figure out what happened and where she was.

Last thing she knew one of her security detail was trying to get some guy to shove off… Oh… Oh god… She's covered in blood, dried blood. That guy, whoever he was, shot her guard through the stomach and it…

Hit her as well…

Looking down at her stomach, ignoring all of the blood staining her once brown coat, she saw a hole… She had an open hole in her stomach… It hurt, it hurt, it hurt!

She began to cry out in pain as everything rushed back to her, and the pain of being shot in the stomach became manifest.

"Ecco, è sveglia." A man spoke in what she believed to be Italian. That caused her to try and focus less on the pain and where that voice came from.

As she looked around wherever she was she silently became aware that she was bound to a wooden chair, that she appeared to be in an abandoned theater, as well as where that piano music was coming from. Staring forward in fear she saw a man wearing a Tengu mask along with a navy blue cloth poncho playing on the piano.

It was a strange sight, made all the stranger as the man spoke in perfect German, "If you're wondering… The piece is Piano Concerto number twenty three in A Major movement ii Adagio. Though I'm certain you have greater concerns than good music."

She weakly yells out, "Who are you?"

The man behind the mask shakes his head in disappointment as bemoans, "Così cliché… My name is unimportant, not something even worth discussing. But if you must know Miss Bohm it is Giovanni Romano, not that it means anything to you."

"What happened to my guards?" She asked a bit stronger in her voice but fear planted deeply in her words.

"Dead, Miss Bohm. You have a rather large amount of their blood already on you, so why pretend to have hope of rescue?" The man says as he continues to play without care.

"You… You shot me…" She mutters in horror.

The masked face stares directly into her eyes as he says, "I shoot a lot of people, Miss Bohm. Though I shall admit I wasn't trying to hit you then but your guards were well trained. I didn't hit anything vital though so I saw no need to patch up your wound."

"I-I could bleed out…" She whimpers.

"You don't have to worry about that Miss Bohm. La morte arriva per tutti, che lo vogliano o meno." His lack of concern over what happens to her makes her growing fear multiply.

"I'm a German Ambassador you'll start-!" She tried to say.

"Silenzio! I shall start nothing! It was your own government that asked this of me." He says as the piece nears its finish.

"W-What?" She asked in utter shock.

"Miss Bohm… As a man of faith who espouses the word of the good lord… I am disappointed in a corrupt figure such as you... As an artist, I find you to be the perfect canvas. I offered my services cheap and your government was eager to get rid of you. No doubt they are just as corrupt, but an artist must find a way to have their work seen." He explained as the piece finally came to an end.

The tall man made his height apparent as he stood up from the piano and walked over to the panicking woman.

She stared up at the imposing figure as she whimpered, "You're an… Assassin…"

Quickly she tried to come up with something, anything and she came up empty, "I was supposed to give a lecture to the second year students of Hope's Peak to better tie relations with Japan and Germany! Somebody will come looking for me!"

Bending down till the eyes behind the mask were visible to Elfriede, as the two make eye contact the assassin says, "Miss Bohm people will come looking for you because I want them to see you. This is not a timed endeavor for you will not see the dawn."

Her eyes hollow she asks weakly, "Then… W-Why…"

Romano answers with, "I have a particular way of doing things. Though I may be an assassin that kills others for money… I am a man of the church first, an artist second, and an assassin last. I am only paid in necessary expenses to make sure my work is done, and I shall do my work at my own pace."

Reaching into his poncho the man pulls out a book with a cross on it, it appeared to be a journal of some sort. He begins reading from it, "Lady Elfriede Bohm. You stand accused of Government Corruption, Blackmail, Murder, Kidnapping, Theft, and lastly most heinous of all… Pedophilia towards your two nephews. What say you?"

Why was this happening to her? She could only stutter out, "H-How?" Not even her sister knows…

"The judgment is made. As a man of the cloth my work ends there. As an artist my true passion begins now." He says menacingly.

He raises a pistol to the woman's face, she could not understand what was happening anymore as he asked, "Any last words Miss Bohm? I am a virtuous man and would pass those words onto whoever you wish?"

"P-Please don't…" She begged.

A brief silence, as if he was waiting for her to say anything else, but the woman just clenched her eyes.

"Come desidera. Questa è la mia arte."

A gunshot rang out, and an artist was unleashed on Tokyo.