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H...Hello? || Boops + Hansuke || Chapter 2

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#chapter 2, starter

The trial, the exile? All of it was more akin to a fever dream than real life to one very shocked Boops Boops. There was no smile on their face as they watched Daiki go outside to whatever lay beyond, before falling to the hands that segued into darkness. A shiver crawled up their back. Despite the shock otherwise rendering their expression one of neutrality, tears brimmed in watery brown eyes. Wiping their face across their arm, Boops hobbled out of the room and instead decided to set their sights on exploring.

[Slight Timeskip]

That was… eventful. Certainly, out of all the five-dollar words they could have chosen to describe the past few hours, eventful was definitely up there. With crutch firmly on arm, a quick self-check on their current emotional state culminated in a nod of satisfaction as they found their heart rate slowed to a tempo that didn’t give them reason to believe their heart might literally skip a beat if pushed any further. No, this was good!

…Who were they kidding? How was a game where their literal lives were on the line in any way good? With that sobering thought once again in their mind, they roamed the new areas for the ninth time that day. Maybe something new would magically materialize! Wait, no they were looking at this from the wrong perspective. There were new things, things they hadn’t yet encountered. A new confidence was added to the radio host’s step as they went in search of one of these things, finding them about three metres away from where they had slowed to a stop.

“Howdy day, er… Sorry, didn’t get yer name. My bona-fide given name is Boops Boops if ya’ve forgotten.”

Yeah, no way was that their real name, as much as their voice was tinged with sincerity. Extending a gloved hand to the man, they beamed at the same time even if their smile was weaker than it had ever been.

“Nice ta meecha!”

Choosing to ignore that their first impression of this person was of intimidation, they instead decided to focus on what was most important here… Making friends!

Something new to do was welcome after such a long period of... Well, not that. Venturing through the same places over and over and over again was starting to wear down on Hansuke, and though he was neither particularly happy nor distraught by the events of the trial, he was at least pleased with the resulting new area.

...But there was still only so much to look at. He would have to settle with checking each room as thoroughly as possible, if he wanted to make the most of it, and that was his intention. It would be a productive way to spend what little time he isn’t with Shuuya, at least.

In the process of leaving one room for another, Hansuke found himself stopped by a voice. He turned to look, and upon seeing the radio host... He didn’t do much of anything other than look at them, really.

“...Boops. Right.”

He... Didn’t want to say that, actually, but one Boops came out of his mouth easier than two ever would, so he decided to settle on that.

“Murakami,” he continued, deciding not to bother with his first name. “Did you need something?”

Two's a Crowd When You Hate Everybody || Chapter 1 || Hansuke || Closed for Katsuya

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Katsuya was taking down notes when the sound of approaching footsteps caught his attention. As he turned to see who had come to join him, his eyes locked with the sudden intruder, Hansuke Murakami. The silence in the room was almost deafening, as Katsuya returned Hansuke’s unwavering stare with one of his own. He refused to back down to whatever this exchange implied. Even if he couldn’t quite say the bodyguard was being antagonistic, his general presence held an unspoken threat. After all, the guy’s entire existence seemed to be for the sole purpose of intimidation backed up with the assurance that he could do you more harm than the other way around. He was truly an immovable object.

As Hansuke finally broke eye contact, Katsuya couldn’t help but let out a slight breath of relief, even though he himself didn’t recall holding his breath in the first place. Though he knew the bodyguard would never act unless for the sake of his young master’s safety, Katsuya couldn’t help but watch him warily. It wasn’t until after a few more moments of tense silence, that Katsuya finally decided to attempt to break the ice in hopes that he may come to understand Hansuke even just a bit more. After all, he was someone whom he hadn’t spoken to just yet. Not that he was avoiding this task or anything. He just never had the chance to speak with this diligent guard dog on his own…

“… So. Not with your charge today, huh? Are you sure that’s a wise thing to do? Leaving Kamishiro-san alone with that… charming personality of his and all that.”

The auctioneer paused, waiting for a response before he shook his head slightly and returned back to his self appointed task of taking inventory, jotting down a few more things before he briefly glancing over his shoulder to make sure the bodyguard was still in the room.

“Say… Bodygaurd-san. What’s it like working for Kamishiro-san? How tired are you at the end of the day? Is it worth it?”

Katsuya turned, now facing Hansuke as he briefly set aside his work.

“I mean, especially now that you’re stuck in this game and all… Sure, protecting that guy is part of your job description, but…”

Trailing off, Katsuya let out a sigh and shook his head.

“Nevermind. Whatever you plan on doing, if it’s for the sake of Kamishiro-san, I hope you can try to keep him in line… Speaking of which, does Kamishiro-san like junk food?”

The moment Katsuya opened his mouth, Hansuke was annoyed. He turned to look at him, expression unchanging at first -- but as the other kept on talking and talking and fucking talking, Hansuke’s annoyance turned into irritation.

“You talk too much,” he responds bluntly.

After, he approached the other with an unwavering presence -- a threatening one, almost. Once in front of Katsuya, he stared at the other with narrowed eyes, most certainly too close for comfort. His voice was lowered.

“Work is work. That’s that. I don’t take kindly to people badmouthing my employer, so do us both a favor and learn to not run your mouth when you shouldn’t. I have no issue taking care of problems.”

And with that, he walked past Katsuya and left.

That was all he had to say.

chpt 1, daiki, hansuke ❧ white noise

#replies;;#ic;;#ch1;;#daiki;;#[hansuke voice] talking to people is normal right

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The lack of care in his voice brought Daiki to feel like that she had furthered annoyed Hansuke with her greeting. It was hard for Daiki to feel any less paranoid, especially with everything that was happening way too quickly for someone like her. She kept her mouth covered for a moment before moving her hand to speak.

“… For… b- bothering you?”

For some reason, her explanation came out as a question rather than a statement. Almost like she was confused that he was even asking for a reason. She couldn’t even try to excuse herself and say that she wasn’t usually like this, because she had only been like this since she woke up in this mysterious warehouse. Daiki blinked. “Am I bothering you?”

It hadn’t occurred to her that she had just said ‘hello’, nothing more threatening than that.

This wasn’t what Hansuke was used to dealing with -- Daiki in general wasn’t what Hansuke was used to dealing with. The Kamishiro family had its own host of maids at their family home, but they all treated Hansuke as they would their equal -- because at the end of the day, they were equals, as much servants as they were employees. Daiki treating Hansuke as something higher than that was...

Well, it was jarring. Uncomfortable.

“No,” he replied simply, taking a brief glance back at his door before returning his attention to Daiki. “You’re just talking. It’s pretty normal.”

An odd thing to say, perhaps, but it was the truth. Talking was a pretty normal thing to do, right?

Let's Get Physical || Chapter 1 || Hansuke || Closed for Keiko

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Keiko had been sulking in her room practically all day, still fairly shaken by the events of the previous day. If the whole murder scenario hadn’t been enough, now they have some creepy talking computer to worry about? What if it was just another trick? It was hard to tell, really, especially for someone as frantic and pessimistic as Keiko.

Once she’d gotten the new order, however, she’d felt her stomach turn. If there was one thing she despised, it was physical exercise. She was able to keep herself looking fit to a point, but jogging? This sounded like a terrible idea. Cardio definitely wasn’t her specialty. She’d decided she’d wait for Hansuke to be the one to initiate the offer, and sure enough the knocks came. Trudging over to the door, Keiko slowly pulled it open and glared out at the other.

“I know why you’re here. Let’s just get this whole ‘jogging’ thing over with, yeah? I don’t wanna do this as much as you don’t.”

She stretches, arching her back and grunting slightly,

“How much we gotta run? An’ don’t go too fast, alright? I’m not much of a sprinter.”

The only way Hansuke could describe the feeling that washed over him in a cold wave when Keiko opened the door was... Regret. Intense, undeniable regret, brought on by seeing the state of the girl he was going to have to go on a jog with.

Seriously?

“It’s jogging,” Hansuke corrected sharply, “so you shouldn’t worry about it being too fast. I don’t know how much we have to do. It didn’t say.”

He took a moment, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose with his eyes screwed shut -- he was getting too frustrated. They hadn’t even started yet, but there was something about the girl in front of him that just... Well, he just didn’t like her.

But he needed to get this done. He opened his eyes, his expression falling back to its usual neutral state finally as he pulled his ID out of his coat pocket to open the map.

“...We can start at the end of this hall, go through the common area, down the other hall, and then turn around and come back -- maybe twice, to make sure it counts.”

Let's Get Physical || Chapter 1 || Hansuke || Closed for Keiko

He really didn’t want to be here.

Even as a general term, here was correct – it was correct for all of them, that they didn’t want to be here. But for Hansuke, at that very moment, he didn’t want to be here.

Here was in the hallway that held the door to one Keiko Kimura’s room – here was in front of this door, staring at it with furrowed brows and a heavy frown. Hansuke knew little of Keiko outside of what he saw during moments in which multiple people were present, but that was enough for him to conclude that he didn't like her.

In fact, he had a feeling he quite disliked her. She was loud. Too loud, and obnoxious in a way he wasn’t equipped to handle. He would be content to never interact with her.

And yet, here he was, and with a quick sigh and shake of his head, Hansuke raised a hand balled into a fist and gave Keiko’s door three firm knocks.

“…”

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chpt 1, daiki, hansuke ❧ white noise

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It didn’t take long for Daiki to return to her personal quarters. The first thing the maid did was sit on her bed before falling back on it and staring at the empty ceiling. Silence took over as background noise, nothing coming to her ears… Quiet… Nothing…

She suddenly sat up, staring at the door leading to her bathroom. She stared at it, confused, then pulled her hair behind one ear to try and listen. It was the sound of a… uh… ? Well, Daiki would have to get up for this and investigate it, or else the intruding noise would drive her up the wall. Standing at the doorway of her bathroom, her eyes practically zero’d in on any little detail. Then, her eyes stopped at her sink.

The faucet was still, until… a drop of water hit the bowl!

“H- Hey…” Daiki’s eyes widened until she visibly sulked. Walking up to it, Daiki spent the next several minutes playing around with the sink. It’s handles were turned as far as it would go, but that couldn’t control the drips, and she had no actual skills in plumbing. At some point she laid the side of her head on the counter with her hand on the faucet and her thumb covering the water end.

She watched her thumb get wet until a drop of water formed at the nail of her thumb before dropping pathetically in the bowl.

This was strangely depressing.

“…” Daiki slowly lifted her head from the counter and brought herself back to her feet. “Maybe there’s tools somewhere…?” Was she really going to try her hand at this, right now. Wasn’t there more important stuff she should be dealing with, like the concept of someone throwing more threats at everyone? Though, this did feel like a pleasant distraction from that.

Plus, Daiki told herself as she went to her door and put on her heels, it wasn’t as if many people were walking around right now. It seemed like everyone was keeping to themselves- really, the only person she had run into so far was just Shuuya. There’d be no risk to her trying to find gadgets. That calmed her down some.

So, she opened her door and walked herself out, at the exact timing that Hansuke exited from his room across the hall from Daiki’s position.

The maid froze, blinking at the bodyguard with her door closing behind her. Hey… She didn’t want this to happen? Why was this happening? It was fine, she tried to reason with herself, neither of them were required to talk to each other. She could just walk on!

“G- Good morning… !”

Curse her to hell, immediately. She winced, covering her mouth as a meek “S- Sorry” spilled out. Goodness, that wouldn’t help either… !!

Of all the things to turn into an ordeal, Hansuke would have assumed that leaving his room would not be one of them. When he exited through his door, he did so with an oddly careful motion. Seeing Daiki leaving her room across the hall, though, he paused in his motion while making brief eye contact, brows furrowing together. He broke eye contact and turned back to his door, quickly shutting it -- but he seemed careful to do so quietly. He was intent to simply turn and leave down the hall after this, but before he could, Daiki’s voice caught his attention and he turned his head to look at her again.

The greeting was followed by an apology, and Hansuke frowned. The way she winced -- the way she covered her mouth, as though she’d said something terrible -- none of it made sense to him, and this confusion showed on his face for once.

“...What are you apologizing for?”

It was a simple question, to the point -- not something brought on by particularly caring, but because he just didn’t like being confused.

#ic;;#ch1;;#katsuya;;#closed;;#hweh hweh hweh

Two's a Crowd When You Hate Everybody || Chapter 1 || Hansuke || Closed for Katsuya

Hansuke was never fond of people – never had been, most likely never would be – but the current state of affairs was doing a good job of bringing that distaste to the forefront of Hansuke’s mind.

Every person, no matter how unassuming they might appear, was to be regarded as a threat; that was the only way he knew to assess the situation. Some of his classmates posed a bigger threat than others, but he would not let himself be caught off guard.

That was kind of his job, after all.

With a newfound wariness for his classmates, Hansuke had spent most of his time doing little else than keeping an eye on Shuuya – so, really, nothing new aside from the threatening look the bodyguard would give anyone who spared the two of them a glance.

But, sometimes, Shuuya did this thing called demanding personal space. While Hansuke often had no qualms putting his job above Shuuya’s need for time to himself, there really wasn’t any getting around it when the other boy was locked up in his room…

At least he was safe there.

Rather than stand outside the heir’s room like some statuesque guard dog, Hansuke decided to take the opportunity to do some more looking around. He was certain there would be no exit, but taking another gander at their stock of supplies would be helpful, at least.

Entering the store, Hansuke was quick to notice that he was not alone – on the other side of the store stood a boy who Hansuke had not spoken to. The bodyguard came to a stop in the store’s entrance, looking at Katsuya in an unwavering stare that he held for far, far too long.

“…”

Without speaking, Hansuke looked away and went to one of the displays, seemingly deciding that Katsuya’s presence was no longer worth acknowledging.

#ic;;#prologue;;#ch1;;#reaction;;#shit!

Promotion Without a Raise || RE: Prologue End || Hansuke || Closed

Hansuke wanted to be surprised.

He wanted to be surprised by the summons, by the sudden transformation from two bears into one, by the addition of murder to the King’s Game’s stakes – but he wasn’t. His neutral furrowed brow never twitched, expression remaining steady as the new rules of the game were laid out in front of them. It wasn’t like he trusted anybody here before this announcement – nothing was different.

This just felt par for the course; keeping calm right now was his job. A part of his training. A critical component of him, and he wouldn’t let some weirdass little bear ruin –

For Shuuya’s sake, mostly. What wasn’t on his face was written in the tight curling of his fists, and his desire to rip the toy apart limb by limb was kept at bay only by the threat of punishment that would endanger himself and, by extension, his employer.

But… It looked like Luna had the same idea without something to hold her back.

As she attacked Monobear, Hansuke felt a tension in his chest that wasn’t quite anxiety, but a sense of foreboding all the same. Part of him wanted to tell her as much – but with Shuuya behind him, he couldn’t move.

Then, the squelch of spears piercing flesh.

“… . .”

While others around him reacted in typical ways – ways you would expect from highschoolers who have witnessed the sudden brutal murder of a classmate – Hansuke’s only reaction was to reach an arm back in front of Shuuya.

From there, he took a look around; each eye he could catch was met with a vitriolic, challenging stare – try it if you fucking dare.

Before Hansuke could do much else, Shuuya was rushing his way out of the warehouse. Briefly, the bodyguard paused.

“Oi – Sh –”

“– Shit!”

He turned on his heel, rushing after the heir with a final, firm call of “Kamishiro-san!” as he left the warehouse to pursue his employer.

You Had One Job || Prologue Reaction || Hansuke || Closed

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He didn’t dream very often.

And yet, Hansuke woke from one straight into another – or that was how it felt, at least. Drawn out of unconscious stupor by voices, the bodyguard initially rose to his feet with purposeful speed, but these voices belonged to… Bears. Talking bears?

Musing over the thought that this could in fact be some unfortunate fever dream, Hansuke took it upon himself to ignore the bears in favor of gathering his bearings. There were 18 strangers in the room, and –

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

A quick, painful bite to the inside of his cheek told Hansuke that this was a very unfortunate reality – one in which, somehow, he’d allowed both himself and his employer to be kidnapped… By bears.

“…Shit.”

All he could remember was that, supposedly, they had been in the process of finally attending Hope’s Peak – so what the hell could have happened between then and now to get them here? There was no way – no way he’d fuck up this bad, and yet…

Before he could do much else, the bears – Bears. Bears telling them to play a shitty game. Seriously. Seriously? – made their exit. Well…

Better get back to work.

Ignoring both the other students and his beeping handbook for the moment, Hansuke began to make his way towards his employer – one Shuuya Kamishiro, whose bribery Hansuke cut short with a light smack to the back of the heir’s head.

“You don’t know anything about cutting deals in a hostage situation, Kamishiro-san, so I suggest you stop talking.”

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【Prologue 】 Part 5. - Final.

“Say….you’re all hip young kids- you musta’ played King’s Game back home before right?”

“–Such a fun game!!” Shirokuma interjected, with a clap.

“So we have a little warmup planned for you, a talent warmup you could call it. We’re gonna play a little round'a King’s Game!” Kurokuma threw his hands up in a motion of grandeur… He clearly expected fanfare, but he received none. “–What? Tough crowd… is it because some of you losers ain’t ever played before? That’s gotta be it… makes sense really now that I get a clear look at you….. Shiro! Tell em’ how they play.”

“It’s really simple! This game is a game of orders! Everyone is going to get their own personal number… all to yourself, how nice! Annnd one of you gets to be the King… and you get to give an order!! But… here’s where it won’t be so fun, so please be careful…. if you don’t complete your order… you’re going to get a punishment! Aaaa!! I don’t want to have to give anyone’s that! Please work hard and get your orders done!! We’ve even given you all some handy devices, Electro IDs, to help you keep track of this… aside from the order board! That’s the old pen and paper way of doing it, kinda charming~! You all will really love the game… I promise! Swear on my heart and hope to die!!

Aaaah! Wait… I take that back! I don’t wanna die! ”

“It’s pretty damn simple!! Only 10% skill, 20% luck, and 15% concentrated power of will. We’re making it real easy for you this first time…. and we’re even letting you stay in this place - look how fuckin’ baller it is! Like I said, even industry pros gotta scrape the bucket for this kind of lifestyle! Even that gizmo you all got, pretty fuckin’ luxurious! It’s even got all the rules there, it’ll save us some damn time if you read it frequently too!”

Both of them…. really don’t know how to orchestrate… whatever they’re trying to orchestrate.

“You kids reading the situation? We’re your Kings this round, you do what we tell you, OK? Simple. If I ask you to rub my back it better be done by yesterday!! And well too, like a pricey Wagyu!!”

“—B-but If you don’t complete my order… I won’t be too mad!”

In an instant Kurokuma smacked Shirokuma behind the back of the head.

“Don’t listen to this idiot! You better take this seriously - it’s your role before to the main event!”

Kurokuma grabbed Shirokuma’s arm, “Alright… I need a trip back to my jacuzzi. Let’s blow this popsicle stand!” Much to the others displeasure he began to be dragged away.

“If you need me– just message me on your Electroooo IIIIIDDDDD!” Shirokuma left you with those parting words, echoing as the two disappeared. Silence hung momentarily, before 20 ‘ping’s resounded from a weight within your pockets.

Your orders have been issued. It was time to play.

【Prologue】 Part 4.

The bear raised its paw for a brutal strike but heard the bustling of those waking up around it; and the entire fight scene fell flat. Both bears now stood still with their eyes intently on all of you. Awkward as it should have been, this was nothing less than pure tension - what were these creatures and why were they arguing about presumably - you?

“Alright. Gigs up! You can all stop lookin’ at us like bats outta’ hell too!…. Even if that’s pretty fuckin’ dope.” The black bear addressed you all first, pulling the cigar out of it’s mouth and twirling it as it finished.

“Shiro! S-Man! You tell em’ what’s going down this time, hehe–!” It gave a hefty smack to the back of it’s counterpart who sputtered and whined before it began.

“We’re your friendly–!” Another smack to it’s back from the other.

“God dammit! You can’t even get the introduction right– friendly!?”

“…I am friendly though…”

You could feel the inevitability of them fighting each other once again just on the horizon - but much to the contrary the black bear growled and took charge.

“Ok’ Nuf’ bullshit. Welcome to King’s Game – the biggest debut of your short careers!! You brats better be really grateful you got given this chance’… most industry pros need to spend years breaking into this role.”

“Ehehe– he’s right! Me and Kurokuma are gonna help you live up to your fullest potential… how fun is that gonna be!!” The white bear clapped his hands together giddily, before immediately shifting gears to anxiety. “Oh! Ah! I’m Shirokuma by the way!”

“That’s us!! You better remember our names if you manage to get big… I’ll ruin your fuckin life if you forget me!!” Kurokuma screeched, before patting himself down and getting to the real business.

【Prologue】 Part 3.

“Huuu… but I don’t know if–”

“Oh, quit being such a whiny baby bitch! Of course things’ll be fine! Who do you think I am? Some–”

“-Ooohhh– ahhh! I’m so s-scared!! Oooohh!! Look! They’re waking up!”

“Really? All-fuckin’-ready you’re scared? They’re still half catatonic like the morning after a big bangin’ concert you wet noodle. We gotta start moving before they’re up an’ at em’ !”

“But they look so peaceful right now—”

“You just said they fuckin’ scared you! Make up your damn mind!!”

“Ahhhh!! Scary things can be beautiful sometimes–!!!”

… You were definitely still dreaming. You definitely were– how else would you be able to explain this? Two plushie bears, one white, one black; at eachothers throats– or rather, one was on the offensive while one simply cowered away. You slap yourself– pinch yourself– shut your eyes tightly, willing the figures away– whichever action that suited your character best to wake yourself up, but the bears weren’t going away. In fact, they were clearly getting into a tussle. Speechless. All of you were speechless, now sitting up or standing, and eyes glued to the slapstick act taking place before you.

Punches and kicks - slaps and throws, nothing was off the table in the fight you were witnessing, even if it seemed entirely one-sided on half of those actions. The black bear rained all forms of violence onto the white one, who cowered and merely waved its hands limply back in defense.

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“Man up and take responsibility once and a fuckin’ while!!!”

“—AAAaaa!! I’ll try- I’ll try! Please stop hitting me! My ears are sensitive! -Hey hey hey hey, they’re– they’re waking up for real now!”

“You’re not trickin’ me this time!!”

【Prologue】 Part 2.

Darkness. Where are you? You can’t see anything, can’t feel anything – are you lying down or floating? You can’t tell. There’s a voice, though. Deep, smooth. It’s relaxing. Muffled like a scream behind a pillow, but it’s there– reassuring you, comforting you. You want it to keep talking to you. It sounds so far away – it’s going further away. It’s reassurances don’t stop but now other voices are piping up, drowning the tiny comfort. Yells and screams – of happiness, of joy, of desperation, of despair, an argument, a shove and a push turned into bloodshed – an apocalyptic cacophony that rises in its crescendo and it keeps rising and rising and rising at a staccato pace– it’s not slowing down, it’s not stopping, you want it to stop you want it stop you want it to stop–

And the tiny comfort whispers, like the gentle release of piano strings; “It’ll be okay.”

You jolt awake on cold concrete, barely able to remember the dream that cradled you to consciousness. Your head is pounding– weren’t you just in front of HPA? Speaking of which, was this HPA? Where were you? What you saw was blurred, fading into shapes from the edges of your eye, but an abandoned warehouse was what it looked like, rather than a school. Vision now focusing and adjusting, 19 other figures that were on the ground by you begin to stir– confusion, fear, and wariness etched on their features. There was some comfort in knowing that others appeared to be in the same situation you were in– but the situation itself was strange, disconcerting. You open your mouth, perhaps to ask the person nearest to you what was happening (though of course, a part of you knew they wouldn’t know), or to rally the others– whatever the reason, you’re interrupted by two voices - oddly pitched, somewhat annoying – one soft and one harsh…..

【PROLOGUE】 Part 1.

Hope’s Peak Academy is an exclusive, government-sanctioned school that only accepts students with exceptional abilities. The campus stands tall in the center of largest metropolitan community in Japan, as a symbol of hope and success for the future.

Only the best of the best may enter, with average high school students envying those who manage to make it in. It’s only fitting that students of Hope’s Peak Academy are dubbed ’Ultimate’, and are given specific ’Super Highschool Level’ Titles befitting their field of expertise. Students who graduate from the Main Course are certainly guaranteed success and prosperity in life, with alumni often influencing the world with their talents. No matter what decade, the world remains on track to a future, always brighter than the last – and it’s all thanks to Hope’s Peak Academy..

The pounding in your chest grows heavy as you stand before it’s pearly gates; this is it – the start of your high school life as an Ultimate. Excitement, fear, adrenaline – emotions flood your senses as you take your first step. Your visions blurs – but from what? You don’t mind. The world contorts and darkens, numbness pangs within your mind, seeping throughout your body –

and it all slips away.

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Art credits go to N and Alli for help with the video!