The Protag Magical Squad and How they met
Happy Birthday, @leafintel! For my gift, I bring you a small preview of the first draft of a fanfic I’m fucking writing based on your magical bois art! Enjoy, and pls tell me if I suck or not _______________ Makoto was, by all means, one of the most average teenagers alive. If you put aside his luck, his immense optimism, and his height, he was about normal as the guy next door. His interests and hobbies aligned with what was popular and he didn’t seem like that his life could change in just a few hours. In fact, he didn’t even imagine what would be happen in the course of those hours. In that short amount of time, he would meet two of the most amazing people he’s ever met, and would get thrown onto an adventure of a lifetime. Talk about a life changer! //// Location: Near Hope’s Peak Academy Time: 8:21 am Makoto was running toward his school, obviously running late. He was coming back to school after a weekend of spending time with his family, but apparently, the train that was supposed to take him to Hope’s Peak from his home had broken down just as it parked, and thus, he had to waste 30 minutes he could’ve used to get to school waiting for the train to get back up and running. He hoped Mr. Kizakura wouldn’t mind if he wasn’t there for morning registration for a few minutes. Even though Kizakura was drunk half the time, he wanted to at least not look like a douche in front of him. “Oh, I hope I don’t miss seeing Maizono off! She always leave’s right after morning registration, and I want to at least talk to her about the group project.” For context, he, Sayaka, and an underclassman of his were busy in a school project, in which they had to figure out the meaning of a bunch of poems written by an obscure poet. The reason that an underclassman was part of the project was because the three were among the few Ultimates that actually attended normal classes. He personally didn’t really know the underclassmen minus the fact that he had the same talent as another classmate of his, Kyouko Kirigiri. Anyway, back to the task at hand! The poor boy was working a sweat as he ran to Hope’s Peak, completely unaware of his own surroundings as he headed to the school of hope. It seemed to be going well for the boy, in terms of how late he would be, until... *WAAHM!* He ran in, head first, into someone! He landed on his butt, yelping as he fell to the pavement of the sidewalk. “Owwww...” Makoto groaned, rubbing his forehead where he had run into the person. It felt sore to the touch, but he didn’t really injure himself. Just rammed right into them. “W-Woah, hey! Are you alright?” The soul who Makoto ran into came over to Makoto, who was still on the ground, and held out his hand. Makoto looked up, only to see another boy. He wore a black suit, common to those who did school in the Reserve Course, Hope’s Peak’s lesser known program for those who want to be one of the Ultimates. He had short spiky brown hair with an ahoge similar to Makoto’s, except spikier and looking like it could cut someone like a razor, green eyes that were filled with both concern and a lack of energy, and seemed a year or so older than Makoto, which made sense. Makoto, after all, still had upperclassmen. Still though, he couldn’t help but blush embarrassingly as he grabbed the boy’s hand and pulled himself up.
“I’m sorry for bumping into y-you-” Makoto would quickly try to apologize, but would be cut off by the boy. “No, it’s okay. I was lost in thought, and didn’t know I wasn’t the only one running late-” Judging by the boy’s statement, he was lost in thought about something important. “N-No, it isn’t your fault! I wasn’t paying attention on where I was going!” Makoto, being the naïve dork he was, continued apologizing his ears off. It was so much so that by the time to the two got to walking again, he was still apologizing, to the point where the boy started looking both guilt-tripped and annoyed, though he did try his best to hide it in order for Makoto to not continue feeling guilty. It took about ten or so minutes for the two to reach the gates of Hope’s Peak. At that point, Makoto had stopped apologizing the reserve course student’s ears off, and instead, was trying to stay quiet, visibly embarrassed and wondering whether or not he should start a conversation. “U-Umm, I’m sorry for bumping into you, again...” The Lucky Student would skittishly turn toward the other teen. He then would reach out his hand, obviously nervous as to if the supposed upperclassmen was going to answer. “I’m Makoto Naegi, Ultimate Lucky Student!” Makoto was trying to focus away from what happened, and he personally did want to learn the name of the boy he just met. Even with all that, he couldn’t help but feel a strange sensation pooling in his belly, one he didn’t really know how to describe. Maybe it was just a layered version of guilt? Happiness? Pleasure? What it meant to the small boy was a mystery. Anyway, the boy he had bumped into, after staring at his hand with beads of sweat running down his forehead for a few seconds, sighed and half-heartedly shaked his hand. “Ugh, well, I guess I should introduce myself now,” the boy whispered in defeat, an effect not uncommon for those who knew or met Makoto Naegi. The boy was so bright and happy that even the most stoic of them broke when it came to the boy’s skittishness and optimism. “Hajime. Hajime Hinata. You can probably guess that I’m not exactly an Ultimate.” The boy named Hajime continued shaking his hand, filled with a similar feeling to what Makoto had. The boy did think about how odd Makoto’s talent. I mean, you get to join this school purely based on luck? Now, that’s rare, and something he hadn’t heard off before outside of what Chiaki said about a certain hope obsessed bastard. “Nice to meet you, Hinata-kun!” Makoto soon beamed his signature, which caused his new friend to blush. Makoto sheepishly chuckled as he scratched his cheek like the cutest goddamn boy on the fucking planet. “It’s nice knowing someone that isn’t in the Main Course. Even though I’m an Ultimate myself, I’m kind of average for someone my age.” Poor Hajime had to hide the blush desperately from Makoto, much to the small child’s confusion. He then just replied with desperation in his voice, and obviously sounding a bit pre-occupied. “R-Really? Wow, didn’t know an Ultimate that wasn’t Nanami-san would actually introduce themselves to me.” Hajime internally did a fist pump of pure pride, though he did hide this emotion. I mean, him meeting another ultimate that wasn’t just Chiaki? It seemed crazy, but here he is, talking to the hopeful enigma known as Makoto Naegi. He let go of Makoto’s hand and quickly tried hiding them in the pockets in his pants. Makoto, feeling the same in a strange way, did scratch his head with embarrassment. “So, umm, Hinata-kun, you do you want to chat after s-” A familiar tone ringed out throughout the building close to them, and the two boys immediately turned their gaze at the building known as Hope’s Peak Academy. The two were now late as all get out, even more so than they would ever be. Hajime automatically ran for the reserve course building, not really keen on hearing a tardiness lecture from his teachers, who were probably going to enjoy their free reign over Hajime since they never have any fun otherwise at the reserve course. Makoto, meanwhile, stood their waving bye at Hajime, staring at him with distant looking eyes. However, those eyes immediately snapped back into reality, and the hazel eyes then looked at the door to the main building as Makoto ran, tripping on a couple of stones here and there. If only those two knew of who they would meet, or what they would become.