POV: You are Junko Enoshima
This is a negative story, one that begins and ends in despair.
It doesn’t matter if you’re a villain or even a demon. As long as you’re also human, you’ll be accepted by someone, somewhere. Even if you have no memories of being loved, for as long as you have memories of loving someone you can continue to live. There was but one exception to this rule… The man’s name was Kumagawa, and he was neither a demon nor a villain. He was as pure as a clear river. However, he possessed every negative human quality.
Negative…
He could never win against anyone, a born loser. He lost so much that his entire life was a joke. That was why he was stronger than anyone else. Hurting people with every breath, and wreaking havoc for breakfast, like a demon, he seriously contemplated killing the entire human race, including himself. A life of absolute failure, culminating in ridiculous destruction.
While Kumagawa attacked everything around him, to incredible effect, there was somebody who tried to reach out to him. She tried to sympathize with him, to love him like any other human.
In the end, she used force to expel him from the school. He continued to remain unaccepted by humanity.
Outcast.
When he was chased away from that school life, and those friends, and those human beings, he transferred from school to school. He would only spend a short time there causing trouble, and like any villain when he was inevitably foiled he would mumble『I could not win again.』and continue moving forward rubbing his head, and keeping his eyes fixed on the floor.
He would disappear without a trace. Inevitably he would find a new place, and inevitably again he would destroy that place too.
I called him the embodiment of all negativity, but truth be told he did have one positive quality. He never ran away. He was always facing forward. Even when there was only loss, even if all he did was hurt others, he would continue to move forward.
Not even when Kumagawa drove a screw through the skull of someone he loved, not even when he ripped the face off of someone he loved, not even when he soiled the heart, in every sense of the word of someone he loved.
Now that I think about it.
Now that I think hard about it.
He never once turned away from that, did he? He never once stopped.
Of course while he was rejected by all of humanity, and could easily be called a devil, a villain or even a snake, he was only human in the end. As he continued to stumble forward it was inevitable that inflicting all that pain on himself and others he would become twisted.
Inevitability.
Twist, twist.
Kumagawa was born under such a star.
There was nothing else waiting for him, but a lonely life and a miserable death.
But, he laughed.
He didn’t know why, or rather he always knew.
He would just keep turning and twisting forward, even if it meant contorting his entire body. His self, his emotions, his heart, his love, they all became twisted and warped beyond recognition
He’d keep twisting forward, and digging his path out, like a dull screw trying and failing to carve its way through the hard rock. A river that keeps flowing without caring for what direction it leads must eventually be able to carve out great canyons and scar the whole earth, right? He must have thought something like that, some excuse to move forward.
If you still don’t understand there’s not much I can do. That’s the best way I can explain him, impartially, anyway.
Of course I could continue to talk about the intricacies of his character all day, but we really should tell his story. The story of Medaka-chan’s next inevitable enemy, Kumagawa Misogi.
A minus among minuses, a Kafka among Kafkas. This is the story of Kumagawa Misogi, a man capable of ruining everything with a mix of good and evil.
Ah, wait…
At last moment his final destination changed. The script, the scene, the scenario, all thrown out the window with one small decision. Well, they do say that where you choose to go to school can impact you for the rest of your life.
Kumagawa decided not to transfer to Medaka’s school after all.
Speaking with hope, let’s say that Medaka’s fight with him is postponed to continue at a later date giving her more time to prepare while she waits for season three of the anime.
Speaking with despair, let’s say that a new fight has only just begun.
Either way works for me, as it means that I’ll be revealing myself later rather than sooner. Okay, forget about Medaka-chan that’s a story for another time.
This story takes place before Kumagawa MIsogi ran into Medaka-chan. He avoided her, as if picking a fight with inevitability he would eventually lose, like a river that branched off into many different small streams, that would all eventually end up in the ocean anyway. After three years of wandering, his final destination was not Sandbox Academy, no, purely on a whim he transferred elsewhere.
His new school was famous. The so called “School of Hope.” Presumptuous, huh? Perhaps it was that arrogant title that spurred his whim and attracted him there. In chemistry, a positive and a negative attract one another. In math though, a positive multiplied by a negative always turns out negative. Who knows with that guy though, he was the type to fail every subject in school so he didn’t often abide by either science or math.
The minus that crawls from the chaos, Misogi Kumagawa. Nothing went as he liked, and he never went as others would have liked.
This is the story of how he became the first ever transfer student to Hope’s Peak Academy. Hopefully, what would come from this unexpected interaction was an explosively reaction in which nobody could predict.
If I must say something more… when watching Kumgawa-kun, keep your future bright and distance yourself from reality.
The boy wondered rather fruitlessly whether it was good luck or bad luck that had led him to this situation. He had managed to sneak past the mob in a modest pair of red sneakers, only for a few students to break off and follow him.
When he saw them out of the corner of his eyes, he did not bother to hide anymore and broke out into a run. He was spared the mob, but not the danger it seemed. While running for his life, the boy quickly corrected himself that he should be referring to it as “the parade” not the mob. That’s what the school wanted him to do anyway, and he usually wasn’t the type to go against the flow.
Hope’s Peak Academy recruited two kinds of students. There were those of Super High School Level, who possessed talents of renown and merit that were scouted out from various high schools in japan and recruited to the school.
None of the parade chasing him at the moment were students of talent or prestige. They were the reserve course, a newly opened program where after taking a standardized test those who passed were given admittance to an education program that promised to bring out latent talent and give an opportunity to transfer into the main course. Though, not one single person had ever transferred from the reserve course, and besides the branding the reserve course came to resemble the kind of curriculum that was taught at pretty much any school, albeit at ten times the tuition.
Schools were often a microcosm of the real world. Once again, the masses were being pushed down all at once, just to make the few standing above them stand out even more, and shine all the brighter. Humans beings could only take so much though, eventually their frustrations would come out in one way or another.
They had boiled over and poured out, and through the cracks in the school that they had originally fallen through, flowed upwards hundreds of dissatisfied children all acting in a mob. The faceless, washed out, talentless, were the ones chasing him.
However, he tried not to hate them because he knew they were human beings too. He just wished he could escape from them. However, his legs already felt like they were on fire. Perhaps if he had been the Super Highschool Level marathon runner he would have been able to get out of this situation easily.
However, Makoto Naegi was just like the completely average people that were chasing him in all qualities except one. He had Super Highschool Level Good Luck, well apparently he did. Every year one member of a class was chosen by lottery from the japanese high school registry in an attempt to observe and quantify luck as a talent. Hope’s Peak did not just foster and grow talent, the school also studied it for its own purposes.
Makoto did not know if his luck was good or bad though, not really. He had been invited to this school and lived a hopeful and peaceful year with his classmates, only to see it all fall apart by the end of the year. Did he appreciate the happy times, or were they just a herald for the end?
At this moment, his strange luck seemed to act again. As in the campus as empty as a ghost town except for the rioting (parading) students, Makoto saw another student walking by him. Help! That could be good luck! He could be saved! He thought all at once, until he plowed straight into the student who was reading a manga while he walked and did not even seem to notice the outside world around him at all.
Makoto’s world did flips and so did his stomach for a moment, before he felt himself landing on something. No, wait this was bad luck. He had just tripped and knocked over the both of them to be at the mercy of the three reserve course students following him.
Makoto slammed his arms down and tried to pick himself up as fast as possible. The student he had run into was not wearing the black tie suit uniform of the reserve course, instead he wore a pitch black uniform with a round collar. His hair was a messy black that seemed uneven, his bangs longer on one side than the other. He looked up at Makoto with wide blue eyes, there was something childish about his expression.
Even though he had just been knocked down he was smiling. Makoto did not know this was because the stranger he had just met was somebody who was used to being knocked down, and even kicked down by complete strangers.
『Ah, what is this? The new transfer student while walking along suddenly has a fateful encounter when he runs headfirst into another student and they topple all over and land on top of each other.』
The boy spoke quickly and in a strange manner, but Makoto even terrified for his life listened to all of it. It took him a moment to realize he was still on top of that boy, and the moment he did he felt embarrassed and immediately pushed himself off and rolled away.
“S-sorry, I’m so sorry.”
『It’s not your fault, well- it’s not my fault either. You don’t need to apologize. What’s your name anyway, you have the hairstyle of somebody significant.』The boy with black hair said as he sat up and pointed to the hair antannae sticking upwards as a part of Makoto’s own, boyishly messy hair. The antannae seemed to twitch as if it knew it was being singled out, but that really was just Makoto’s head shaking in worry.
The both of them had completely average appearances. Makoto’s hair was brown instead of black, and he wore a sweratshirt under his school blazer, but there was something about the other boy he did not understand at all. “W-what does my hair have to do with this? Uhm, nevermind we have to go. I’m so sorry for dragging you into this but there are some guys chasing me.”
『My school life is turning out to be so adventurous already. Hey, don’t worry though. If they’re people just like us, I’m sure we’ll be able to reason with them without resorting to violence.』Makoto for a moment felt a spark of something in his chest. Until the three reserve course students finally caught up to him. That spark died.
However, the boy was looking at his manga volume which had fallen out of his hands and was thrown a few feet way during his fall. One of the reserve course students stepped on it while running towards them, and kicked it into a puddle.
Something in the strange new student’s eyes seemed to die as well. 『Hey.』He stood up suddenly crossing his arms at his sides. Makoto’s eyes widened in even greater shock and fear as suddenly two large screws the side of his forearm appeared in his held open hands. He quickly caught them and held them like they were weapons.
In the next moment both of those screws were stabbed into the shoulders of the one reserve course student who had kicked his manga volume into the mud. The other two stopped for a moment and looked with their jaws held open.
“Wh-what?
“What happened?”
Makoto had no idea what kind of talent this student in the pitch black uniform possessed.
“Who are you? Who do you think you are carrying screws around like that, the Super Highschool Level Screw Guy?” Apparently both mob mentality, and fear had severely limited the insults that one of the reserve course students could come up with.
『Jeez shut up. Look, this is because you guys are so disruptive. This week’s issue of shonen jump…!』
He had already drawn two more screws and this time he threw the screws at the two other reserve course students. They spiraled as they traveled through the air, and then the reserve course students were dragged backwards and nailed to the wall.『Mondays are special because Shonen Jump only published once a week! It’s all ruined because of you! It’s your fault!』
At that moment, the sight of that boy made Makoto think one thing. That guy is too crazy to be an Ultimate, but too strong to be anything else.
“You didn’t have to hurt them!” Makoto said immediately scrambling to his feet as well as he saw the student in black begin to walk away. He wanted to know more about his would be rescuer, so he went after him and grabbed him by the arm. “They’re students just like us, and they have proper reason to be angry.”
『Of course they do, everybody was looking down on them. I didn’t hurt them though, look see, they’re fine.』
Makoto looked back and saw three unconscious students in reserve course uniforms. They were completely unharmed even though a moment ago he had just seen screws driven into them. Makoto blinked and doubted the reality in front of him. The only thing he knew for sure was that he was saved thanks to this person.
He had no idea though, if running into them, being saved by them, was a stroke of good or bad luck. “Thank you.” He said finally. “I think you just saved my life there.”
『You don’t have to thank me. What I did is only natural. It’s only a monday morning right? You probably didn’t have enough time to buy shonen jump from the corner store. Do you know what the worst thing about dying is? You won’t be able to read the next chapter in your favorite manga. So there’s no way I could let you die!』His wide blue eyes suddenly blinked. 『Wait. What’s even happening here?』
Does this guy even notice what’s going on? Makoto immediately thought, but he dubbed it to rude to say. Explaining all of the events which led to this situation would be impossible, so Makoto decided to start with the most important thing. “Two of our classmates are missing. Nobody can find Junko Enoshima and Mukuro Ikusaba so I went looking for them on my own.”
『Why would you do that though? You’re so weak and insignificant looking. You should be more careful from now on, people like you are usually the first to die to establish tension in horror movies.』The boy tilted his head, and put a finger on his chin as if he were genuinely confused.
Makoto did not know if he was being insulted, or if the stranger was merely expressing concern. He also remembered that the stranger had said his hair was significant looking a moment ago, he must have been the type of person to change his mind fast. “You should find somewhere safe, I’ve got to-”
Before Makoto could even take another step though, the stranger stepped in front of him holding an arm out. 『No, tell me what those two girls are like. I’ll search for you.』
“Why? We’ve just met, and I’m not even sure you go to this school from the way you’re acting.” Makoto said, his fear somehow being replaced entirely with exasperation.
The strange boy smiled at him. 『There’s no evil in those with a natural hair antannae. That’s why I know I can trust you.』
Literally, nothing about that sentence made sense to Makoto. Yet he found himself being swept up in the moment anyway. “Well one’s kind of plain looking but she has freckles around her nose and if you look directly at her she’ll avert her gaze. The others the opposite she’s really easy to spot because she has blonde hair and pigtails.”
『Good, then I’ll execute them.』The boy nodded.
“No you’re supposed to evacuate them!” Makoto shouted suddenly.
『Right, I’ll evacuate them.』Casually, as if he were taking a stroll he put his hands in his pockets he turned around and began to walk away.
Makoto called after him one final time. “Wait! Let me know your name so I can properly thank you!”
『It’s rude to ask for a name without giving one first.』The boy said, stopping suddenly and turning his head around and only his head craning his neck all the way around to look back over his shoulder at an odd angle.
“Makoto Naegi!” Makoto said, in a rush since he had already decided to trust this stranger and did not have time for any more of their back and forth conversation.
Makoto Naegi
78th Class
Bloodtype: A
Ultimate Lucky Student
『What a good name, I’ll be sure to remember that. My name is….』He raised his hand up suddenly as if he were about to do something, and then decided against it and looked forward once more. He finally spoke his name in a low whisper so that Makoto could barely hear,『 』The second he hared the name though he found it near impossible to remember.
Kumagawa Misogi
??? Class
Bloodtype: AB
Ultimate ????
Makoto had no idea how he could walk with such a peaceful stride. What he did not know was that everything that the academy had become full of, all of the tainted things mixed into the broth until the soup boiled over, was what that boy walked with every day of his life.
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This is a negative story, one that begins and ends in despair.
It doesn’t matter if you’re a villain or even a demon. As long as you’re also human, you’ll be accepted by someone, somewhere. Even if you have no memories of being loved, for as long as you have memories of loving someone you can continue to live. There was but one exception to this rule… The man’s name was Kumagawa, and he was neither a demon nor a villain. He was as pure as a clear river. However, he possessed every negative human quality.
Negative…
He could never win against anyone, a born loser. He lost so much that his entire life was a joke. That was why he was stronger than anyone else. Hurting people with every breath, and wreaking havoc for breakfast, like a demon, he seriously contemplated killing the entire human race, including himself. A life of absolute failure, culminating in ridiculous destruction.
While Kumagawa attacked everything around him, to incredible effect, there was somebody who tried to reach out to him. She tried to sympathize with him, to love him like any other human.
In the end, she used force to expel him from the school. He continued to remain unaccepted by humanity.
Outcast.
When he was chased away from that school life, and those friends, and those human beings, he transferred from school to school. He would only spend a short time there causing trouble, and like any villain when he was inevitably foiled he would mumble『I could not win again.』and continue moving forward rubbing his head, and keeping his eyes fixed on the floor.
He would disappear without a trace. Inevitably he would find a new place, and inevitably again he would destroy that place too.
I called him the embodiment of all negativity, but truth be told he did have one positive quality. He never ran away. He was always facing forward. Even when there was only loss, even if all he did was hurt others, he would continue to move forward.
Not even when Kumagawa drove a screw through the skull of someone he loved, not even when he ripped the face off of someone he loved, not even when he soiled the heart, in every sense of the word of someone he loved.
Now that I think about it.
Now that I think hard about it.
He never once turned away from that, did he? He never once stopped.
Of course while he was rejected by all of humanity, and could easily be called a devil, a villain or even a snake, he was only human in the end. As he continued to stumble forward it was inevitable that inflicting all that pain on himself and others he would become twisted.
Inevitability.
Twist, twist.
Kumagawa was born under such a star.
There was nothing else waiting for him, but a lonely life and a miserable death.
But, he laughed.
He didn’t know why, or rather he always knew.
He would just keep turning and twisting forward, even if it meant contorting his entire body. His self, his emotions, his heart, his love, they all became twisted and warped beyond recognition
He’d keep twisting forward, and digging his path out, like a dull screw trying and failing to carve its way through the hard rock. A river that keeps flowing without caring for what direction it leads must eventually be able to carve out great canyons and scar the whole earth, right? He must have thought something like that, some excuse to move forward.
If you still don’t understand there’s not much I can do. That’s the best way I can explain him, impartially, anyway.
Of course I could continue to talk about the intricacies of his character all day, but we really should tell his story. The story of Medaka-chan’s next inevitable enemy, Kumagawa Misogi.
A minus among minuses, a Kafka among Kafkas. This is the story of Kumagawa Misogi, a man capable of ruining everything with a mix of good and evil.
Ah, wait…
At last moment his final destination changed. The script, the scene, the scenario, all thrown out the window with one small decision. Well, they do say that where you choose to go to school can impact you for the rest of your life.
Kumagawa decided not to transfer to Medaka’s school after all.
Speaking with hope, let’s say that Medaka’s fight with him is postponed to continue at a later date giving her more time to prepare while she waits for season three of the anime.
Speaking with despair, let’s say that a new fight has only just begun.
Either way works for me, as it means that I’ll be revealing myself later rather than sooner. Okay, forget about Medaka-chan that’s a story for another time.
This story takes place before Kumagawa MIsogi ran into Medaka-chan. He avoided her, as if picking a fight with inevitability he would eventually lose, like a river that branched off into many different small streams, that would all eventually end up in the ocean anyway. After three years of wandering, his final destination was not Sandbox Academy, no, purely on a whim he transferred elsewhere.
His new school was famous. The so called “School of Hope.” Presumptuous, huh? Perhaps it was that arrogant title that spurred his whim and attracted him there. In chemistry, a positive and a negative attract one another. In math though, a positive multiplied by a negative always turns out negative. Who knows with that guy though, he was the type to fail every subject in school so he didn’t often abide by either science or math.
The minus that crawls from the chaos, Misogi Kumagawa. Nothing went as he liked, and he never went as others would have liked.
This is the story of how he became the first ever transfer student to Hope’s Peak Academy. Hopefully, what would come from this unexpected interaction was an explosively reaction in which nobody could predict.
If I must say something more… when watching Kumgawa-kun, keep your future bright and distance yourself from reality.
The boy wondered rather fruitlessly whether it was good luck or bad luck that had led him to this situation. He had managed to sneak past the mob in a modest pair of red sneakers, only for a few students to break off and follow him.
When he saw them out of the corner of his eyes, he did not bother to hide anymore and broke out into a run. He was spared the mob, but not the danger it seemed. While running for his life, the boy quickly corrected himself that he should be referring to it as “the parade” not the mob. That’s what the school wanted him to do anyway, and he usually wasn’t the type to go against the flow.
Hope’s Peak Academy recruited two kinds of students. There were those of Super High School Level, who possessed talents of renown and merit that were scouted out from various high schools in japan and recruited to the school.
None of the parade chasing him at the moment were students of talent or prestige. They were the reserve course, a newly opened program where after taking a standardized test those who passed were given admittance to an education program that promised to bring out latent talent and give an opportunity to transfer into the main course. Though, not one single person had ever transferred from the reserve course, and besides the branding the reserve course came to resemble the kind of curriculum that was taught at pretty much any school, albeit at ten times the tuition.
Schools were often a microcosm of the real world. Once again, the masses were being pushed down all at once, just to make the few standing above them stand out even more, and shine all the brighter. Humans beings could only take so much though, eventually their frustrations would come out in one way or another.
They had boiled over and poured out, and through the cracks in the school that they had originally fallen through, flowed upwards hundreds of dissatisfied children all acting in a mob. The faceless, washed out, talentless, were the ones chasing him.
However, he tried not to hate them because he knew they were human beings too. He just wished he could escape from them. However, his legs already felt like they were on fire. Perhaps if he had been the Super Highschool Level marathon runner he would have been able to get out of this situation easily.
However, Makoto Naegi was just like the completely average people that were chasing him in all qualities except one. He had Super Highschool Level Good Luck, well apparently he did. Every year one member of a class was chosen by lottery from the japanese high school registry in an attempt to observe and quantify luck as a talent. Hope’s Peak did not just foster and grow talent, the school also studied it for its own purposes.
Makoto did not know if his luck was good or bad though, not really. He had been invited to this school and lived a hopeful and peaceful year with his classmates, only to see it all fall apart by the end of the year. Did he appreciate the happy times, or were they just a herald for the end?
At this moment, his strange luck seemed to act again. As in the campus as empty as a ghost town except for the rioting (parading) students, Makoto saw another student walking by him. Help! That could be good luck! He could be saved! He thought all at once, until he plowed straight into the student who was reading a manga while he walked and did not even seem to notice the outside world around him at all.
Makoto’s world did flips and so did his stomach for a moment, before he felt himself landing on something. No, wait this was bad luck. He had just tripped and knocked over the both of them to be at the mercy of the three reserve course students following him.
Makoto slammed his arms down and tried to pick himself up as fast as possible. The student he had run into was not wearing the black tie suit uniform of the reserve course, instead he wore a pitch black uniform with a round collar. His hair was a messy black that seemed uneven, his bangs longer on one side than the other. He looked up at Makoto with wide blue eyes, there was something childish about his expression.
Even though he had just been knocked down he was smiling. Makoto did not know this was because the stranger he had just met was somebody who was used to being knocked down, and even kicked down by complete strangers.
『Ah, what is this? The new transfer student while walking along suddenly has a fateful encounter when he runs headfirst into another student and they topple all over and land on top of each other.』
The boy spoke quickly and in a strange manner, but Makoto even terrified for his life listened to all of it. It took him a moment to realize he was still on top of that boy, and the moment he did he felt embarrassed and immediately pushed himself off and rolled away.
“S-sorry, I’m so sorry.”
『It’s not your fault, well- it’s not my fault either. You don’t need to apologize. What’s your name anyway, you have the hairstyle of somebody significant.』The boy with black hair said as he sat up and pointed to the hair antannae sticking upwards as a part of Makoto’s own, boyishly messy hair. The antannae seemed to twitch as if it knew it was being singled out, but that really was just Makoto’s head shaking in worry.
The both of them had completely average appearances. Makoto’s hair was brown instead of black, and he wore a sweratshirt under his school blazer, but there was something about the other boy he did not understand at all. “W-what does my hair have to do with this? Uhm, nevermind we have to go. I’m so sorry for dragging you into this but there are some guys chasing me.”
『My school life is turning out to be so adventurous already. Hey, don’t worry though. If they’re people just like us, I’m sure we’ll be able to reason with them without resorting to violence.』Makoto for a moment felt a spark of something in his chest. Until the three reserve course students finally caught up to him. That spark died.
However, the boy was looking at his manga volume which had fallen out of his hands and was thrown a few feet way during his fall. One of the reserve course students stepped on it while running towards them, and kicked it into a puddle.
Something in the strange new student’s eyes seemed to die as well. 『Hey.』He stood up suddenly crossing his arms at his sides. Makoto’s eyes widened in even greater shock and fear as suddenly two large screws the side of his forearm appeared in his held open hands. He quickly caught them and held them like they were weapons.
In the next moment both of those screws were stabbed into the shoulders of the one reserve course student who had kicked his manga volume into the mud. The other two stopped for a moment and looked with their jaws held open.
“Wh-what?
“What happened?”
Makoto had no idea what kind of talent this student in the pitch black uniform possessed.
“Who are you? Who do you think you are carrying screws around like that, the Super Highschool Level Screw Guy?” Apparently both mob mentality, and fear had severely limited the insults that one of the reserve course students could come up with.
『Jeez shut up. Look, this is because you guys are so disruptive. This week’s issue of shonen jump…!』
He had already drawn two more screws and this time he threw the screws at the two other reserve course students. They spiraled as they traveled through the air, and then the reserve course students were dragged backwards and nailed to the wall.『Mondays are special because Shonen Jump only published once a week! It’s all ruined because of you! It’s your fault!』
At that moment, the sight of that boy made Makoto think one thing. That guy is too crazy to be an Ultimate, but too strong to be anything else.
“You didn’t have to hurt them!” Makoto said immediately scrambling to his feet as well as he saw the student in black begin to walk away. He wanted to know more about his would be rescuer, so he went after him and grabbed him by the arm. “They’re students just like us, and they have proper reason to be angry.”
『Of course they do, everybody was looking down on them. I didn’t hurt them though, look see, they’re fine.』
Makoto looked back and saw three unconscious students in reserve course uniforms. They were completely unharmed even though a moment ago he had just seen screws driven into them. Makoto blinked and doubted the reality in front of him. The only thing he knew for sure was that he was saved thanks to this person.
He had no idea though, if running into them, being saved by them, was a stroke of good or bad luck. “Thank you.” He said finally. “I think you just saved my life there.”
『You don’t have to thank me. What I did is only natural. It’s only a monday morning right? You probably didn’t have enough time to buy shonen jump from the corner store. Do you know what the worst thing about dying is? You won’t be able to read the next chapter in your favorite manga. So there’s no way I could let you die!』His wide blue eyes suddenly blinked. 『Wait. What’s even happening here?』
Does this guy even notice what’s going on? Makoto immediately thought, but he dubbed it to rude to say. Explaining all of the events which led to this situation would be impossible, so Makoto decided to start with the most important thing. “Two of our classmates are missing. Nobody can find Junko Enoshima and Mukuro Ikusaba so I went looking for them on my own.”
『Why would you do that though? You’re so weak and insignificant looking. You should be more careful from now on, people like you are usually the first to die to establish tension in horror movies.』The boy tilted his head, and put a finger on his chin as if he were genuinely confused.
Makoto did not know if he was being insulted, or if the stranger was merely expressing concern. He also remembered that the stranger had said his hair was significant looking a moment ago, he must have been the type of person to change his mind fast. “You should find somewhere safe, I’ve got to-”
Before Makoto could even take another step though, the stranger stepped in front of him holding an arm out. 『No, tell me what those two girls are like. I’ll search for you.』
“Why? We’ve just met, and I’m not even sure you go to this school from the way you’re acting.” Makoto said, his fear somehow being replaced entirely with exasperation.
The strange boy smiled at him. 『There’s no evil in those with a natural hair antannae. That’s why I know I can trust you.』
Literally, nothing about that sentence made sense to Makoto. Yet he found himself being swept up in the moment anyway. “Well one’s kind of plain looking but she has freckles around her nose and if you look directly at her she’ll avert her gaze. The others the opposite she’s really easy to spot because she has blonde hair and pigtails.”
『Good, then I’ll execute them.』The boy nodded.
“No you’re supposed to evacuate them!” Makoto shouted suddenly.
『Right, I’ll evacuate them.』Casually, as if he were taking a stroll he put his hands in his pockets he turned around and began to walk away.
Makoto called after him one final time. “Wait! Let me know your name so I can properly thank you!”
『It’s rude to ask for a name without giving one first.』The boy said, stopping suddenly and turning his head around and only his head craning his neck all the way around to look back over his shoulder at an odd angle.
“Makoto Naegi!” Makoto said, in a rush since he had already decided to trust this stranger and did not have time for any more of their back and forth conversation.
Makoto Naegi
78th Class
Bloodtype: A
Ultimate Lucky Student
『What a good name, I’ll be sure to remember that. My name is….』He raised his hand up suddenly as if he were about to do something, and then decided against it and looked forward once more. He finally spoke his name in a low whisper so that Makoto could barely hear,『 』The second he hared the name though he found it near impossible to remember.
Kumagawa Misogi
??? Class
Bloodtype: AB
Ultimate ????
Makoto had no idea how he could walk with such a peaceful stride. What he did not know was that everything that the academy had become full of, all of the tainted things mixed into the broth until the soup boiled over, was what that boy walked with every day of his life.