Even surrounded by people Junko Enoshima was always alone, and despite her happy facade she was tired of it. Being the Ultimate Fashonista she was always recognised, always in conversation with somebody, her social networks alone had thousands of people, many of whom were clamoring for her attention and favor; it was maddening. Despite the vast amount of conversations going on she never felt connected with those people, many of whom only cared to speak with her as long as she maintained her vapid and vain persona, that or some people (usually men) asked her for photos of the most interesting things and while she would never do it she certainly found the requests amusing.

When she transferred to Hopes Peak Academy Junko hoped that things would be different, and yet to her utterly delicious Despair things got even worse. The men, as always, were the predictable ones; they revered her, like lovesick puppies' always trying to win her heart, irritating. However to her surprise the women were even worse, they divided into two camps; those who hated her, and the sycophants. Junko was never sure whom she hated more, those who despised her and turned away from her when they found out about her modeling, or the sychophants who grabbed on like parasites and did everything in their power to claim some of her popularity for themselves. As time flowed on Junko grew bored with all of them and pushed away, adding a persona of an imperious queen she drove everybody to arms length; everybody but her dear sister Mukuro of course. Not that Mukuro was a good substitute for polite company, the Ultimate Soldier barely spoke a word, and she was hardly around as she had found her own little friend to pal around with; which was why Junko was shocked when said little friend first sat down at her lunch table.

"Hi I hope you don't mind if I sit here, I don't want to be rude or anything." The young man across from her stammered quietly. "Oh speaking of rude, my name is Makoto Naegi."

Junko was well aware of who he was, on the rare occasions that Mukuro spoke it was often about the young luckster, and despite herself Junko felt a certain amount of kinship with the boy who made her sister happy.

"I've heard much about you, my sister speaks most highly of you." Junko seized his hand in her own and gave it a gentle shake. "However I have to wonder what possessed you to sit here with me Naegi?"

Naegi looked at her even more sheepishly and stuttered quietly under his breath. "It's just I see you eating lunch alone all the time, and I thought that maybe you might occasionally like to have some company while you eat."

"Well aren't you just a sweetheart looking out for little old me, are you sure you don't just want the prestige of having lunch with the Ultimate Fashionista?" Junko said this teasingly, but she wasn't expecting the vehemence that Naegi responded with.

"No that's wrong, I don't care about that, everybody knows the Ultimate Fashionista." He said her ultimate title as though he was tasting something unpleasant. "You're more than that; I want the prestige of having lunch with Junko Enoshima, the real person behind the title." There was a slight silence following this pronouncement before Naegi began shoving his food into his mouth, obviously embarrassed.

Junko sat there stunned, if such a statement had come from anybody else she wouldn't have believed them, but it had been uttered with such sincerity that despite her cynical edge Junko felt inclined to trust him.

They didn't speak for the rest of lunch, choosing instead to focus on their food and occasionally glancing at each other. Eventually the bell rang and the two stood up, and without agreeing to do so, began walking to class together. As they approached the classroom Junko turned toward Naegi.

"Thanks for the company luck boy it was nice."

"It was my pleasure Enoshima."

As Naegi began to open the door into class Junko leaned seductively over and whispered into his ear.

"Come have lunch with me tomorrow ok?" And smirking at the stunned look on his face she strode into class, an unfamiliar feeling in her chest.

A/N: I decided to write a small multi chapter fic set in the same universe as For Love of Despair exploring the relationship between Junko and Naegi. It also fits strangely well with what's happening in my life so I figured it would be fun to write. If you're curious about my work or what's going on in my life feel free to check out my blog, the link is in my profile. And as always I would like to thank Spike Chunsoft for creating such an amazing world, my friend Lilfox who continues to inspire me even when she's out of my life, and of course all my readers and reviewers I couldn't do this without you guys.