--my luck never seems to end.
-- five class mates have joined, five symbols of hope.
Taking in each new face with eager concentration, still in shock at being accepted among their ranks on the account of his luck, Nagtio almost drooled at the talent before him. It all seemed a dream, being here with them all. They even looked the parts of geniuses, much to his pleasure. Boyish charm radiated from his person, a feature that none could resist for long. As soon as he'd reigned himself in enough to seem halfway decent, the luckster beamed at each of the four with a gleaming enthusiasm so rare for their age.
"You all ... you must have such amazing talents. It's crazy even being here with you! Watashi no namae wa Komaeda Nagito. It's silly, but I'm really just here for my good luck. How about that, huh?" Chuckling lightly, he brushed a free hand through his wild mane of snowy locks. Catching on a few tangles, he didn't maintain it for long. Simply making himself busy with appearing a cheerful enough guy, Nagito turned his mysterious, silvery gaze upon a spot off in the distance.