Makoto Naegi didn't really mind being the Ultimate Lucky Student in his class. The lack of any real talent left him time and room to help his more talented classmates with whatever they needed help with. Sometimes it got rather degrading, mostly when he was forced to be an aide to either Byakuya or Celeste. At least he didn't have to wear a tux when he was Byakuya's aide.

Today was a weird one, in a series of weird days when you go to Hope's Peak. First, Sayaka asked him to come with her to the music room to Demo a new Single, she and her group were working on. The moment is kind of ruined once you get Non-Disclosure Agreements, but it was understandable. For some reason though, he felt like he was being watched. Well, he always felt like he was being watched off and on, but now he felt it with more intensity.

Then, he helped Kyoko with a 'case'. Which was weird because it felt like a wild goose chase. Kyoko noticed that any 'clues' that were there were obviously planted. Makoto told Kyoko about his feeling. Kyoko advised him to go back to his dorm and that she will come and get him if she needed him.

Now, he's walking to the fountain, because a mysterious message that was taped to his door and sealed with a Black-and-White heart told him to. He didn't know why he felt the need to follow it. Perhaps he was that trusting, and Kyoko was right, or it could just be that it was better to do as the message said and not risk what would happen if he didn't.

He had gotten to the fountain and spotted another one of his classmates sitting there: Junko Enoshima.

To be honest Junko kind of scared Makoto. Her gaze always seemed to go straight through him. It must've been something part and parcel with being the Ultimate Analyst. This was only worsened during the last few days, where Junko would look at him with a crazed look in her eye.

Junko didn't seem to notice Makoto. Instead she was writing in her notebook, wearing her purely aesthetic glasses. Her usual Rose-blonde Ponytail was blowing in the breeze all tied up with a red and white bow.

"Makoto!" Junko greeted looking up from her notebook, " You came! Come on, have a seat."

Makoto obeyed, despite feeling a cold wind of killing intent blow past him. He looked to Junko to see that she was just smiling nonchalantly. Someone was definitely watching him and they definitely did not like the fact that he was sitting by Junko at this fountain.

Junko closed the notebook, "So, Makoto…."

She mulled over the name for a second and started to list other nicknames, "Big Mac, Mac book pro, Makyutie...-"

"Ah, Just 'Makoto' is fine," Makoto interrupted, he really did not want to relive the one time he met Genocide Jack (or Jill, as he found out, depending on her mood). He lucked out when he was saved by an errant sneeze.

Junko giggled, "Fine. Makoto, Do you remember what my talent is?"

"Uhh…" Makoto vocalized, questions like that tended to lead to strange things for him, " You're the Ultimate Analyst, right?"

"Yes, that's what my school record says," Junko started dramatically, "But I feel like I'm something more noble, like my analytic abilities are just what allows me to bring two people together. Do you know what I'm talking about?"

Makoto paused to wonder what it was with his classmates and giving him random quizzes.

"You want to be a matchmaker, right?"

"Makoto, don't be a myopic chihuahua,"Junko admonished, "I don't WANT to be a matchmaker, I AM a matchmaker."

"Oh," Makoto vocalized, "Uhh…"

"I've spent so much time trying to find a match for everyone, and then I realized something: Am I ever going to find a match for me?"

"Umm…" Makoto said, nervous because of the increasingly cold air he felt around Junko, " I-I mean, you always seem to be talking to the Neurologist in the class above us."

Junko scoffed, "Mr. Snarky pants? As if! He wouldn't know love if it jumped out of the pages of his manga."

She smiled predatorily as she inched towards Makoto. The air growing even more deathly cold as she approached.

"I think my type is more shy, helpful, perhaps a bit unlucky and most of all, optimistic."

That's it, Makoto was going to die. He didn't know how or why, but he could feel it in his bones.

"What do you say, Makoto?" Junko was practically rubbing herself on him, "Do you want to be my little hope bagel?"

A knife flew in between the two, separating them. Makoto's eyes followed the knife as it embedded itself into the fountain. Looking back from the knife, he saw Mukuro Ikusaba, holding a knife in front of Junko's eerily calm face. Her very presence made Makoto's blood run cold.

"Oh, hey Muku! Took your sweet ass time." Junko said, way too casually for someone with a knife in front of her face.

"Get. Away. From him." Mukuro said.

"Yeah,yeah, no need to be so dramatic," Junko said as she got up from the fountain and stopped beside Mukuro, "By the way, I just love the whole protectiveness thing. Keep it up!"

"Junko..."

"Love you too, Sis! Bye!"

Mukuro slouched and let a breath out. The air around the fountain got considerably warmer. Oddly, this was not the weirdest thing Makoto saw during his time at HPA.

Makoto coughed, "So… Um…"

Mukuro froze. She was straight out of 'Soldier Mode' and had just realized that she had not only just threatened her younger (twin) sister, she probably made herself look like a monster in front of Makoto.

"Thanks for the save back there… I think," Makoto said, "I have no idea what Junko was trying to do back there, so… yeah, thanks."

Mukuro wanted to respond, but only found herself trembling.

"Mukuro?" Makoto called, "Are you alright?"

Mukuro's trembling worsened.

"Come on, have a seat. You're not looking well."

Makoto led Mukuro over to the fountain, and had her take a seat. Makoto sat himself right next to her.

"Feeling better?"

"S-stop it!" Mukuro yelled, maybe a bit too forcefully.

"Huh?"

"S-stop being so nice… I'm fine.." Mukuro muttered as she averted her gaze, "I just need to gather my thoughts."

"Oh, Okay, That's fine," Makoto said.

A full minute passed in awkward silence. Makoto just kicked his feet, waiting for his friend to compose herself.

"So…" Mukuro finally said, still facing away from Makoto, "Have you heard about Pluto? That's messed up right?"

"What?"

"That was stupid, forget about it!" Mukuro yelled again and then sighed, "Sorry, I-I don't know how to start conversations."

"Ah, I get it, I have the same problem sometimes," Makoto replied.

"What? But you're, like, everyone's friend! Even the guys who hate other people like you!"

"I think it's because I'm Non-threatening."

Mukuro tilted her head.

"Look at me," Makoto deadpanned, "I'm the human equivalent of a puppy."

Mukuro swore she heard Junko cackling from wherever she went off to. Probably not far.

"But that's okay. It just means I can help others out when they need it. I could even help you if you wanted."

Mukuro blushed, "W-why would I need your help?"

"I don't know, you're the Ultimate Soldier, right? I could do something like keeping your ammo stocked or replace your targets. I could even help you train! I mean, I don't look like much but Sakura says I make a good coach."

"Again, why?"

"Well, We're friends, aren't we? I mean, I'd like to be." Makoto blushed a little.

Meanwhile, Junko was monitoring the soon to be couple through a pair of binoculars. She was grinning like a mad woman as her ploy was a complete success. Mukuro was always the protective type, and most times, protectiveness led to jealousy. All Junko had to do was press that button a little too much, and of course get her big sister into 'soldier mode'. It was brilliant.

"I did not expect that Mukuro would be so tsundere, though." Junko mused to herself, "Nice touch, sis."

"So, this is why you sent me around the school with Makoto, chasing nothing."

Junko looked to see Kyoko Kirigiri, the Ultimate Detective, standing behind her with her arms crossed.

"Oh hi, Kyoko!" Junko greeted, "Am I that-"

"Yes, you are that obvious." Kyoko said, taking a place beside Junko, "What kind of nonsense is this?"

Junko handed the binoculars to the detective and watched as the detective observed.

"Hm," Kyoko vocalized, "I didn't expect Makoto to be Mukuro's type."

"To be honest, I was starting to wonder if she even had a type."

"I'm to assume that this was your doing?"

" Naturally."

"Very well, then, I wish them the best."

Junko perked up when Kyoko said that. Kyoko's voice was stoic as ever when saying that. Yet several flags went off in Junko's head. Kyoko returned the binoculars to Junko, as she was about to leave.

"Kyoko~" Junko sang cutely.

Kyoko's eyes widened. She knew that tone, it usually wasn't good for the person it was directed at.

"Junko, I don't know what you think you heard, but I can assure you that you are mistaken."

"You're jealous, aren't you?"

"Don't be absurd," Kyoko's voice was steady, and devoid of any perceived tells.

" Don't think you can fool me, Kyoko, you should know better than anyone how futile that is," Junko said with a smile.

Kyoko grunted and averted her gaze. Of course she knew, the two had similar talents, albeit Junko's was more generalized. Junko also had a quality that made people say too much without even realizing it.

"So, Who're you jealous of?" Junko asked playfully.

Kyoko didn't answer. She didn't need to answer.

"Oh. My. Gosh." Junko squealed, a sparkle in her eye, " You don't even know, do you?"

"I'm leaving."

"Kyoko!" Junko called out, "Don't go! I've always wanted to try a threesome!"

"Phrasing!" Kyoko shouted, already heading inside, "Goodbye, Junko!"

Junko gave chase. Kyoko might be playing shy now, but Junko relished a challenge.