Ouma's POV:

This has to be some sort of conspiracy, there is no way that all my friends got the same schedule yet I for some reason don't have one class with them. Someone must the out to get me I knew I should have put the jocks in their place before course selection...

I sighed as I looked at the door leading to my classroom. Welp, no explosions, doesn't sound like anyone is dying on the other side...am I really in the right place? Despite the lack of serial killings I decided to enter the classroom where I saw my fellow peers around the room introducing themselves I guess.

Wait I thought I was late...I glanced at my watch only to discover I was ten minutes early. Drat now I look like a nerd...this is the worst thing that could have happened to me...next to being mugged a third time.

Seeing everyone in the stuffy Hope's Peak uniforms felt like some kind of lie, I thought we could dress up however we wanted but clown masks are against the dress code. I'm calling prejudice against clowns here! I will be leading the Clowns For All campaign! It's not my fault those five-year-olds were too young for IT!

The people in the room also varied from the people who I could believe were ultimates, such as creepy masks man, and red-haired loli girl. And some I wouldn't believe it like this one guy whose hair reminded me of an avocado, but hey if Nao someone had enough talent to get in here as the Ultimate Game Designer anything is possible! None of them caught my eye until I looked at one boy. At first, he just looked like some emo, he had the black clothes, shy personality looks like he has never seen the sun in his entire life, hey it's someone I can be friends...then I realized the guy was cute. Uh oh, and he's reading a book! And not just any book, but a mystery novel! He might have a brain I might have won the lottery!

That hair...it's so beautiful...oh my gosh look at those eyelashes geez is he using mascara or something? Kazue would die for lashes like that. And now he's looking at me and blushing-!

Oh, shoot I just looked creepy didn't I? Oh well, come on Kokichi it's time to be a man. By pretending you don't have a crush on the drop-dead gorgeous guy.

I grinned as I walked over to him and sat down in the desk next to him, he looked away and buried himself inside of his hat, "hello emo" I greeted and the boy's eyes widened, "w-what?!" he stuttered. I stuck my hand out, "my name is Kokichi Ouma" I told him with a large grin. He looked at me hesitantly, "I'm Shuichi Saihara..." he introduced himself nervously.

Wait...Shuichi Saihara? AS in Ultimate Detective Shuichi Saihara? The one who solved that one murder case?

Oh gosh, I'm meeting a celebrity- DO NOT MESS THIS UP SELF OR YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO SLEEP AT NIGHT FOR WEEKS! AND THIS TIME IT WON'T BE FROM BINGING SHOWS!

Keep it together...

"Who?" I asked, what the fuck is wrong with you?! You IDIOT! "You don't know who I am?" Saihara asked he looked shocked, "nope, don't know who you are Emo Boy? What are you some kind of big shot?" I teased.

You are a fucking dumbass.

"Oh...no...I'm not anyone special, sorry." Saihara apologized, "ah it's fine you look interesting enough," I told him grinning, "I look interesting?" Saihara asked confused.

"Yeah, I never saw someone with such a giant pimple before," I told him, "WHAT?" Saihara said as he touched his face looking for some acne as I laughed, "it's a lie" I told him.

"A lie?" He asked I nodded as I put my hand to my chest, "professional liar at your service" I told him, "professional liar?" he asked raising an eyebrow, "of course I have a Ph.D. from Harvard" I bragged, "that's a-" Saihara started, "it's a lie!" I said with a big smile. He just shook his head confused as I grinned to myself.

Ah, shoot once DICE figures out about my crush they're going to tease me till the end of the century.