Because you believed in me,
another path opened up

'Okay, now to talk to those five people over there.' I thought walking to Mondo, he grinned at us "Name's Mondo Oowada. Nice to fuckin' meetcha."

"Heyooo!" I raised an arm, waving to the biker.

Makoto gripped onto my apron, "...Umm... Nice to meet you, too.

"Hell yeah." He shot us a thumbs up.

"Y-Y/N lets move on..."

"Come on, Makoto! I always wanted to meet someone who was part of a biker gang!"

Mondo chuckled watching me, "Well, you don't look like someone I'll associate with normally. Tell me kid, what's your ultimate?"

"Oh, F/N L/N! I'm the Ultimate Florist!" I shook his hand, he gripped it inspecting my outfit.

  "However I'm not only restricted to flowers and plants, I'm also very good with herbs and finding natural homemade resistance!"

"So like.. You play with dirt?"

"Hmfp, watch if you ever need any flowers or if you get injured."

Mondo laughed, shaking my hand harder, Makoto practically dragged me away from Mondo and onto Mukuro, who was currently dressed up as Junko... Man, I really wanted to see Mukuro in the flesh... 'Would it be bad if i snatched her wig off her head?'

"Hiii! I'm Junko Enoshima. Charmed, I'm sure!" She waved her hands out at us, making peace signs.

"Holy wow, meeting Junko up close like this is amazing-- almost illegal."

Makoto inspected her face, "I feel like that doesn't quite match up to reality."

"Huh...?"

"Isn't that a little rude..?" I asked him.

"Oh no, i understand what he's talking about... i think?" She put on a cheeky grin again, "Are you talking about my cover photos and junk? Ahaha, well of course! Those are totally photoshopped."

Makoto askes, "Photoshopped...?"

"Yeah, you know--edited to hell and back. With like, computers and junk?"

"Oh, so they aren't real..."

"Come on, don't act so surprised! You're gonna make me all depressed."

"I like them, Makeup and photoshopped or not you're still really pretty. "

"See! Y/N gets it!  It's totally normal these days to photoshop the crap out of cover photos. If you're surprised by that, you'd be totally blown away by a certain dangerous little diva of ours...They make the eyes and junk super big, and tweak the skin so it looks all ceramic and porcelain." She explained. Makoto let out a huff in disappointment before walking away. I apologized to the now frowning Mukuro and quickly caught up to him.

He stopped midway when reaching Kiyoko. There was an awkward tension... Maybe I should just skip these two and head over to Chihiro, one of my own personally favorite characters.

"Hello, nice to meet you. I'm Chihiro Fujisaki..." He played with the hem of his skirt, his eyes scanning all over my body.

"Nice to Meet you Chihiro!"

"A-Ah... Sorry, I get kinda embarrassed whenever I introduce myself like this..." He took a deep breathe before finally looking me in the eyes. "Anyway, I hope we can get along..."

"Same here. Hey, do you like flowers?" I asked him.

"Flowers? I like.. Tulips? Other then that, I'm not too into them."

"I'll bring some for you!"

"Really? I could show you some things about programming but i don't know if you might understand it, i'm not the best teacher ...." Chihiro trailed off biting his lips. "...Huh? Maybe it's just my imagination, but...have we met before?"

"Before? I don't think so.. I am pretty forgetful."

"Oh, yeah. Good point. Sorry..."

"Hey, hey! Don't cry! You'll make yourself sick like that!"

"Oh, yeah... Hey, so listen... I-I'm really sorry."

"W—Why?"

"Well, just cuz...you seem worried. You must be upset at me, right?" I carefully placed my hands on his shoulders, he looked up at me and I embraced him in a brief hug.

"I'm always worried. Dont worry about it!"

"Oh, that's good. I was afraid maybe you didn't like me. Hehe... I'm glad!"

"Hopefully i'm not interrupting you guys, but Y/N we should move on?"

"Oh sure, Chihiro let's hang out together!"

I was a little upset to leave Chihiro, but I was excited to see Aoi. She was playing with some kinda yo-yo before quickly stuffing it in her red jacket. She held out a hand to us, "Heya! I'm Aoi Asahina! But my friends just call me Hina. 'Sup?

"Aoi Asahina, Nice to meet you!" I eagerly shook her hand.

"So uh...what was your name again? Sorry, totally forgot!" the tan girl slowly pulled back her hand to scratch her head.

"Makoto Naegi."

"F/N LN"

"Oh yeah, I knew it was something like that!"

"No, not 'something' like that. It is that..."

"Sure, sure, got it! Here, I'll hammer it into my brain right now!" She started writing our names on the palm of her hands, "F/N... L/N Makoto... Naegi... F/N... L/N..... Makoto... Naegi..."

She just kept repeating our names and moving her finger across her palm like she was writing something...

Mokoto asked after awkwardly staring her down, "What are you doing?

"I think she's writing our names down three times to remember it."

"I've never heard of that before in my life..."

"How do you not know?!" Aoi huffed upset. The young athletes then asked Makoto, "Hey, by the way...how do you spell your last name?"

"You spell it exactly like it sounds."

"Umm...... Well, I have no idea. Hahaha! I'll just figure it out later and write it down. Anyway, glad to meet ya!" The tanned female quickly rushed away from us, leaving the two of us by ourselves once again

"S-Sure, same here..."

I tugged on my apron, smiling at Aoi, "Isn't she energetic."

Next time, we meet the last four students....

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