Prologue, Part 1: First Admission to Enoshima University

"Where am I? Why is it dark?" A boy in his locker muttered out as the air escaping his nose hit in front of him, making his face moist with condensation. He felt like his arms were pinned to his sides, he could barely breathe, the cool metal at his sides pushed on his chest if he took too much air into his diaphragm. He felt a light hit his eyes, so he leaned forward slightly, seeing a grated set of ports in front of his eyes.

"Is this… a classroom?" He asked himself looking through the little port, leaning his weight into it to see if he could steady his view. There were rows upon rows of desks descending downward to a projector screen in the front of the room. Suddenly, the door opened, and he landed on his face. "G-god damn it…" He muttered, feeling the cool wooden floor on his face, before pushing his hand onto the ground and standing himself up.

He turned around to see where he fell from. Did someone stuff him into a locker? It was silver, the lock looking bent from him putting all his weight against it earlier. "...Who still stuffs people into lockers, seriously?" He muttered to himself as he softly began to rub his head, when he suddenly realized something. "...How did I get in that locker?" He asked, walking up to it and slowly inspecting it. It didn't seem like there was anything out of -place- with the locker, but… who puts lockers in a classroom? They are usually in the halls, not the classroom.

He searched his head to see what he could remember of the past few days… but it felt like that one time he got home from the dentist and laid in his bed while the medication made him saw dancing skeletons for hours. He tucked his hands into the pocket of his sweater vest as he slowly walked down the stairs, the desks slowly passing him as he walked up to the small pedestal with the screen on it.

"...Maybe I can figure out where I am if I turn the projector on?" He wondered aloud, gently pushing the button, the light turning on and hitting the blackboard behind him. He turned to face it, but the image it was showing was obfuscated by the blackboard not showing the projector light all that well. He walked up to see a tightly wrapped projector screen, wrapping a finger around a hook and pulling it down to reveal the image being projected.

Strangely, it was a teddy bear, almost a close up of the picture of the teddy bear. It had a seam in the middle that separated its white half, a Build-a-Bear knock off with a button for an eye, from its black half. The black half had a wicked, toothy grin and a glowing, jagged red eye. The picture was unmoving, the boy just watched the picture of the bear to see if it would move at all.

"Apparently this is teddy bear class. That was no help at all." He complained, shaking his head and walking to the door of the room, putting his hand on the handle and trying to push it open… But it was locked, and no matter how hard he pushed, it wouldn't give. "Aaaaand I'm locked inside. This day sucks already." He said, shaking his head disappointedly, but when he turned around… he noticed something.

The windows have been barred off. The steel on the windows looked about 2 inches thick, secured by industrial level bolts on all four corners of the window, and the only light besides the dim, dying fluorescent lighting was the light of the projection of a teddy bear on the wall. He looked over to the corner of the room, where he heard a suspicious beeping noise and a red light. A small camera sitting over a small TV monitor were placed in the corner of the room, with an intercom underneath it that he could only assume is a PA system. Did someone trap him in this room?

Before he could investigate anything, he heard a rattling from one of the lockers he fell from, along with a muffled voice. "Hello!? I'm stuck! Heeeeeelp." A female voice cried out, gently pounding the door with enough force to make it shake, but not enough to make them fall out like an idiot like he just did.

An instinctive feeling of wanting to help filled his head, running his way up the stairs and making it to the locker. Compared to his locker, her locker had a combination lock on it. "H-hey! Are you okay in there? This lock has a combination on it, lemme see if I can figure out the combination on the lock." He tried to console the woman in the locker.

"T-there's a padlock?" The voice whimpered out from the locker, giving a resigned sigh as the shaking and punching of the door stopped. "B-be calm okay? If you struggle too much you'll hyperventilate." He warned, when suddenly he heard a voice behind his back.

"Hey, ya idiot!" The voice called behind him in a singsong voice. He turned around, and the picture of the bear seemed to move, backing up just a bit to see the rest of it in profile. It was chubby, and looked about.. A foot or two tall unless it was one of those uncomfortably big teddy bears. The strange part… it was moving on it's own. It almost looked like a character from one of those 3D animated movies… if the texture wasn't so real looking.

"Now I dunno who in the hell decided to put a lock on that locker, but I'll wring em, you hear me?" The bear crudely remarked… At least the voice of the bear spoke, it's mouth didn't move when it spoke. "Lemme help out, I can't get my game started unless I get all you idiots in the same room together." He said, before the projector switched to a camera feed from the camera he saw in the corner.

The boy standing near the locker had messy brown hair to his shoulders, and was wearing a simple button up long sleeved shirt, over the shirt was a dark maroon sweater vest, and a beige pair of slacks. "And I'm talking to -YOU- Kenji Taisei, this is the only room I'm speaking to right now!" The bear complained, before a cartoon arrow pointed to one of the desks.

"I guess he's referring to me, huh… I almost forgot my name for a second." Kenji said, trying to remedy the migraine he was feeling that made him forget so much in the heat of the moment.

"That desk has the combination you want to free the girl in the locker. Now excuse me while I go get my flamethrower to burn the shit outta the one Monokuma who decided to be sassy with me." He said, quickly going off screen to reveal a room only detailed with a dim red light, before a quick static cut back to the live feed of Kenji in the room the indicator still pointing to the desk that the bear mentioned earlier.

He slowly approached the desk, his video feed self matching his movements. He looked away from the video feed, turning to the desk and opening it up. There was a small slip of paper with the numbers 22L - 31R - 12L with a small smiley face on the end of what felt like a fortune cookie paper. He ran to the locker, hearing the shaking of the door start up again as he muttered the numbers to himself, spinning the lock left, right, then left until the locker opened and a girl fell from leaning her weight onto the door just like he did.

"W-woaaaah!" She shouted, falling into his arms, making him stumble back and hit his head on the floor, rattling him as the girl landed safely on top of him. "Oh no! I killed him!" The girl shouted, gently grabbing him by the shoulders and gently shaking him to try and get him to focus, his eyes rolling around like a pair of googly eyes as she did.

"W-where we gonna go at the fair next, mommy?" Kenji said in a daze, before his vision focused on the girl shaking him by the lapels. She was wearing… an officer's uniform, oddly a deep blue blouse and undershirt, with a skirt that modestly covers just past her knees, along with black shoes and stockings on the rest of her leg. A small blue Japanese police hat on her head, framing her neat, dark blue hair and curious purple eyed stare. From this close, the first thing he thought was 'she's actually kind of cute' before the extreme pain in the back of his head attacked again, almost punishing him for making that his first thought upon seeing her.

"Ow! I'm awake! Stop shaking me!" Kenji said, the girl stopping and scrambling off him.

"Oh! Thank goodness! Sorry! I was getting claustrophobic in there!" she said, offering a hand. Kenji took it, getting up.

"It's fine.I wasn't handling much better in there." Kenji said

"So uhm… You're Kenji Taisei, right? It's what that… weird voice said, right?" She asked with a little hammer gesture to her open palm. Kenji nodded, gently scratching his head as he took her hand and stood himself back up to his feet.

"Y-yeah… And who are you?" He asked her, she performed a little salute as she announced herself.

"Cadet Akira Kazue, official member of the Kyoto Prefecture police! I'm here to protect and serve!" She announced very officially, but he just stood there and blinked for a few seconds. "Okay, so you're a cop. Do you know who kidnapped me and brought me here? Do you even know what this place is?" Kenji asked, though his headache made him keep seeing two of her as he spoke.

"Well… I was invited to officially join Enoshima University… A college funded by the government in honing and finding the students with the best talents in Japan. But… I passed out and I woke up in a locker." She stated, looking at Kenji. "Did you know that?" She asked, but Kenji got lost in thought again.

"...Why don't I remember that?" He asked, before the bear appeared again on the screen.

"We might have dropped you a few times while we were taking you to your locker. Don't worry about it, though! My mother always told me 'there's nothing a little brain damage can't fix!" He stated with a happy tone, before the screen finally turned off to a test card.

"...And now I'm even more concerned." Kenji said, in defeat. But Akira's high pitched orotund voice sort of inspired a small bit of optimsm every time that she announces something in response.

"Well don't worry! As a citizen of Japan and in service to my country, I'll make sure I protect you while we navigate the dangerous corridors of the school!" She said, offering a contagious smile that invaded Kenji's face, making him softly smile as well.

"Y-yeah!" Kenji replied, before the bear showed up on the screen one last time.

"Now hurry up and introduce yourself to everyone else in the main hall. We got like… 14 more people you need to say hi to and I don't wanna be here all day." The bear spoke hurriedly, trying to get the two of them to get a move on already. The two stared in confusion as the projector screen flickered off.

"Did he say there was more people than just us trapped here?" Kenji asked, Akira gave a cautious nod as they looked at the exit of the classroom they were in. "This was locked the last time I tried to open it." He said, approaching the door and turning the knob. Lo and behold, it opened properly this time, the door creaking open to the main stairway leading to the first floor.

Over the balcony, there seemed to be a small crowd forming in the main hall. Many of them looked as confused as Kenji had been, looking around the main hall the TV monitor in the center, a camera hanging beneath it. The camera turned and swiveled, aiming and zooming at each person in the room, turning back and aiming at Kenji and Akira as they passed by.

The person standing at the stairs was a young man wearing a coat slightly too big for him, he had his hands on his hips, but they were still in his sleeves. His blonde mop of hair framing his face as Akira and Kenji made their way down the stairs, the boy turning to stare at him. "Uh… hey, I'm Kenji. You the doorman?" he said with a chuckle, trying to break the ice, only for the young man to stare at him blankly.

"No. I'm Yukiji Chimon." He said in a dead sounding voice.

Yukiji Chimon. Ultimate Chessmaster.

"Oh. Okay, so why are you out here?" Akira asked. "Aren't we supposed to be in the main hall?"

"It's too loud in there, I like it here, where I can think." Yukiji said, gently tilting his head to look at Kenji and Akira.

"Well, yeah, but I think we might have to get inside the main hall before we can figure out why we're here." Kenji replied to him, Yukiji just put his hands in his pockets and continued to stare at them. "Uhh… Akira. A lil help please?" He asked her, feeling uncomfortable. Akira nodded and turned to Yukiji.

"I know it can be tough to handle a loud place, maybe you could stay in the corner and wait until the crowd clears out a little. Is that alright?" She offered with a small smile on her face, the way she spoke to him kind of reminded him of how his old middle school teacher spoke to him. Clear and easy to understand, Kenji guessed she really was a police cadet. Yukiji simply nodded and moved from the door. The three soon entered, camera focusing on them and bringing the remaining 13 people's attention to them.

Yukiji shrunk behind Akira and Kenji, putting the focus the pair. 13 sets of eyes staring that at them while they walked up to everyone, Yukiji staying behind. Kenji walked over near the center of the room, but somewhat behind a group of people in front of him, when a hole opened up near the center of the entrance hall.

"Tadaaaah~!" The bear that Kenji recognized earlier on the projector screen stood on one leg, pretending he was swimming in mid air before hopping onto its two little stuffed paw pads. "Missed me, didn't ya?" He asked, looking at one of the cameras, which made the video feed make him look head on at the rest of the classmates.

"You gotta be fuckin' kidding me! Is that a goddamned teddy bear?!" shouted a woman in a black duster, jeans and a cap, gripping a wooden baseball bat loaded with bent, rusting nails.

"I am *NOT* a teddy bear! I've been doing this years and everyone keeps saying I'm a teddy bear! My name is Monokuma why thank you beary much!" the bear shouted, shifting from annoyance to humor, getting only a collective of groans from the gathered students, Kenji looking at this all in confused awe. The bear was real and it had a name.

"Look, Teddy, I don't know what sick fuckin' joke you're playing here, but you better start explaining just what the hell is going on here or I'm gonna bust your little bear skull right here and right now!" the woman shouted, pointing the nailed bat at Monokuma.

"I would… advise against that, violence against the headmaster is strictly prohibited!" He said, gently poking a finger against the nail covered bat. "That, and I'll blow up if you hit me with that bat, sweet cheeks. So don't try it, 'kay?" he said, raising a clawed paw, red eye glowing. The woman growled and dropped her bat, snarling at Monokuma.

"As much of a degenerate as she is, she raises a good point." said a white-haired young man clad in glasses over his hazel eyes, adjusting his tie before putting his hands behind his back. "You, Monokuma, owe us an explanation. Several, in fact. Who are you? What are you? Where are we? Why are we here?" he said, holding up a finger for each question.

"Ah, very observant, well I have already told you that I'm Monokuma. As for what I am, I am the Headmaster of Enoshima University, though I am considering the title of 'Dean Monokuma.' It sounds so dignified~ And I am allll about dignity." Monokuma said, everyone in the room letting out faint murmurs of discussion. It seemed that no matter what came out of Monokuma's mouth, it made less sense than what he said before.

"Now let's get back to brass tacks and explain what's gonna happen next, got it?" Monokuma said, pointing a hand to his mouth as he waited for the rabble to die down. "You're all gonna introduce yourselves to each other, since you're all gonna be students. Once we get that little pleasantry out of the way, I can tell you guys the real reason why you're at this school. Got it?"

It was then that the hole in the floor returned and sent Monkouma back down. Kenji blinked. He had to introduce himself to everyone in the room? They had to talk to each other before they got the answers they wanted? Kenji almost wanted to be back in the locker, thinking this might all be a weird dream he'd wake up from. He walked over to the young man in the black waistcoat and red tie. He seemed to be an unintimidating fellow.

"Uhh, hey. How's it going? I'm Kenji Taisei." Kenji said, the white-haired man glaring and pushing up his glasses, he was… quite pale, and his hands were clad with a neat pair of gloves without a speck of dust on them.

"Did I look like I wanted to know what your name is? Don't bore me with your pleasantries." he said, Kenji immediately dropping his smile.

"Hey! We gotta get to know each other or else Monokuma won't tell us anything!" Kenji exclaimed, the young sighing and frowning at him.

"Fine. My name is Shiro Kiruma, now go bother someone else." He warned with his stern tone, Kenji just furrowed his brow at him.

Shiro Kiruma. Ultimate Politician

"Harsh, ain't he?" came a voice behind Kenji. He turned to see another young man with long black hair tied into a ponytail, scratching at his goatee. He was wearing a leather jacket with a little logo of a badger hitting a cave wall with a pickaxe on it. His body was longer and kind of lanky looking compared to Kenji's average build.

"Yeah, is everyone a jerk here?" Kenji asked.

"Heh, don't think I am. I'm Rio Daisuke, the Ultimate Spelunker."

Rio Daisuke. Ultimate Spelunker.

"Ultimate? Spelunker?" Kenji said, feeling like question marks were floating around his head talking to Rio. Rio let out a hearty laugh.

"Looks like you forgot quite a bit. A spelunker's someone explores caves for a living. And I'm the best! During one trip, I discovered the ancient Mayan city made of sapphire! I've even been on the cover of magazines! It's why I'm the Ultimate Spelunker!" Rio said, pointing his thumb to the little badger on his jacket.

"Okay, but why the Ultimate Spelunker?" Kenji asked, Rio letting out another chuckle.

"Wow, you hit your head or something, buddy? Being an Ultimate is being one of the best in your field, especially when you're young and brimming with potential. I mean, how many teenagers do you know that find cities of sapphire? We're all Ultimates here. In fact, I wanted to make a good impression by looking up what students are gonna be showing up to school this year." Rio said, pulling out a crumpled piece of paper from under the folds of his red scarf.

"Wow, really? Which Ultimate am I? I'm Kenji Taisei." Kenji said, Rio running a finger along the paper.

"Good thing it's alphabetical order. K for Kenji. Ah, there we go. Ultimate Volunteer."

Kenji Taisei. Ultimate Volunteer.

"I don't know, that sounds kind of underwhelming." Kenji commented, feeling some of his memories start to come back to him.

"Well, it doesn't matter if your ultimate skill is world peace, or eating spiders… an Ultimate is an ultimate, pal. Congrats." Rio said with a reassuring smile at Kenji, it was strange… Rio looked a bit older than most of the people there, or was that his goatee?

"I mean, I guess it makes sense…" Kenji said, starting to remember how often he volunteered to help people either at middle school or just when he was out of the house. He never thought much of it, it was just what he did. He helped people because it was the right thing to do. "...I hope there isn't an Ultimate Spider-Eater." Kenji said, a grimace forming as Rio checked the list.

"Nope, but there is the Ultimate Vampiress, Dahlia Kurotsuki." Rio said, pointing to a young woman clad in black and red silk, with billowing silver hair to her lower back and dark purple lipstick, she appeared to have fangs poking out of her bottom lips, and blood red eyes. She was talking with Akira, letting out a high-pitched, artificial laugh and showing off her fangs.

Dahlia Kurotsuki. Ultimate Vampiress.

"Wait, there are vampires at this school!?" Kenji said, eyes wide with shock.

Rio casually waved a hand at her, whispering out the side of his mouth. "It's probably a stupid culture thing. She's probably just a real weirdo. And look at the police girl talkin' to her..." He said, pointing to Akira who looked about 15 different kinds of uncomfortable right now.

"Oh yeah, that's Akira." Kenji said.

"Hah! Now you're catching on! That's the Ultimate Police Cadet!" Rio replied.

Akira Kazue. Ultimate Police Cadet.

"It helps she's pretty cute to look at, especially next to Bride of Dracula over there." Rio commented, but Kenji just casually rolled his eyes at him. "Anyway, I've been talking your ear off for the last few minutes. Here, take the list and introduce yourself! I've got the names memorized anyway, so I'll be fine!" he said, walking off.

"H-huh? W-wait! What's Shiro's Ultimate?" Kenji shouted.

"Ultimate Politician!" Rio said before heading to introduce himself to Akira and rescue her from Dahlia.

"Ultimate Politician? But… but he's an asshole!" Kenji said, lifting the paper up to his eyes and slowly sifted through the names of the class, wandering through the room as the other students continued to greet each other with... a lack of enthusiasm. He looked around the room and spotted a girl in a hoodie, opened up on the front to reveal a blue crop top, a black beanie with a little skull on the side of it poking out what the hood didn't cover. with tufts of her blueish grey sticking out of it. She had a skateboard tucked under her arm, meaning that this had to be…

Setsuki Yori. Ultimate Extreme Sports Star.

"Uh, hey. I'm Kenji." he said, reaching a hand out.

"'Sup. Name's Setsuki Yori." she said, bumping her fist with his open hand. "Hey, you're stopping all the vibes from happening." She complained, backing her hand and keeping it in a fist. "C'mon… pound it, Kenji!"

Kenji shrugged and offered a fist, Setsuki bumping it and then pulling back and opening, making a "pshwooo" sound with her mouth. "Yeah.." she said with a cat-like smile of satisfaction on her face. Kenji chuckled. Seems like there were people he could get along with here besides Akira.

"So, you skateboard?" he asked.

"Skateboard ,snowboard, rollerskates, scooter. parasailing, ice skating, MM-X, rallycross, BASE jumping, surfboarding, free diving, flow riding, kite buggying, freestyle ice climb-" she said, counting off each one before Kenji cut her off.

"Wait, MM-X? What's MM-X?" he asked.

"Mixed-Martial… uh… X." Setsuki said, her eyes drifting to the side as she thought about the last part.

"You… you didn't finish the acronym?" Kenji.

"Look, it doesn't matter what the acronym is! No one's gonna watch me and go 'Hey, look at that acronym!' They're gonna see me and go 'Whoa! Setsuki Yori is the coolest, man!' Ya know?!" She said, though Kenji wasn't sure what she was even talking about, but he instantly knew how she felt about it.

"I think so… anyway, I should probably meet the others, right?"

"Right on. Seeya, Kenji." Setsuki said, shooting a finger gun at him. "Ba-bang."

Kenji headed off to find someone else to talk to, bumping into the woman with the nail bat. "Hey! What do you think you're doing! You wanna go, ya little shit?!" The woman said, turning to Kenji with a sneer. Despite her only being a few inches taller than him, the long black coat she was wearing and the glare she had made her feel huge. It helped she was still holding the nail bat in one of her hands.

She had billowing black hair, cold eyes, and both her arms were wrapped with hundreds of feet of bandages, with hints of blood near her knuckles, her sharp eyes were underneath a officer's cap.

"Wait wait wait!" Kenji pleaded, his hands up to make himself seem smaller and less threatening. "It was an accident! I just.. wanted to introduce myself. I'm Kenji, y'know? Don't kill me!"

"...Feh, wuss. I'm Reiko Ono! And if you forget that I'll throw you through the motherfuckin' wall!" she said, dropping her bat.

Reiko Ono. Ultimate School Delinquent.

Kenji sat on the floor, shaking but also taking in all the f-bombs she dropped. Reiko swore like an R-rated movie, but he didn't feel like bringing it up for fear of agitating her further. He was suddenly hoisted up from the floor. "Stand tall, classmate! You're not gonna just lie on the floor and get yourself pinned, are you?" said a woman who stood taller than him and just an inch over Reiko.

"And who the fuck are you?" Reiko asked as Kenji turned to see his savior. A tall, rather busty woman with the brightest dyed orange, red and pink colored hair he's ever seen, she had tan skin and bright, courageous eyes. She was clad in a black tank-top and shorts, a white elbow pad on her right elbow. "Well, potty mouth, I'm Miho Ishii! The Strike Queen!" she said, gripping the edge of her shirt and stretching it to show the large white lettering of "MIHO ISHII. STRIKE QUEEN."

Miho Ishii. Ultimate Joshi. Strike Queen.

"Strike Queen? The fuck does that mean?" Reiko asked, cocking her eyebrow slightly at her.

"I'm the best wrestler in all of STARSTRUCK, a two-time Queen of the Stars, legendary for her Heaven's Elbow!" Miho exclaimed, tapping her elbow. "And if you wanna fight, go right ahead, darling~" She said, with emphasis on the last word.

"Wrestling? You do that fuckin' fake shit?" Reiko said, snorting dismissively. Within seconds, Miho's cocky, energetic smile faded.

"You wanna say that again or do you like having all of your teeth, bitch?" Miho asked, Reiko locking heads with her, both growling deeply at each other. Kenji slowly backed away from them, not wanting to be anywhere near them lest a fight breaks out. He once again bumped into another classmate, letting out a high-pitched yelp.

"Ahh! I'm sorry! I wasn't looking, don't hurt me!" Kenji exclaimed, panicked as he turned to see a very feminine looking person for once, wearing a sweater and a necklace around their neck. They had black hair with three pink streaks on one side.

"Just be careful next time, alright?" He said with his obviously male voice, completely betraying the appearance he had, especially since he was shorter than Kenji. "Good… well, I don't really know what what time it is, but I'm Akami Sakiko." he said with a polite smile.

Akami Sakiko. Ultimate Makeup Artist.

"According to this little paper Rio gave me… You're a makeup specialist?" Kenji asked, cross checking the paper with the feminine man in front of him.

"ARTIST." he said, nearly jabbing the wooden end of a brush an inch from Kenji's face. Kenji backed away slightly.

"Wh-whoa! Calm down, I was just reading off the paper!" Kenji.

"Makeup is the tapestry I lay my art upon! I will not have you or anyone else sully it with such soulless words as 'specialist' do you understand?" Akami asked, eyes cold with anger.

"Okay, got it Just stop pointing a brush at me!" Kenji said. Akami gently poked him on the nose with the brush.

"That will be your punishment, sinner." Akami said before walking off. "Good day to you, Kenji Taisei."

Kenji watched him walk off, bewildered. Was everyone at this school a lunatic? Sure, Akira, Rio and Setsuki were nice, but how long would that last? He walked off in a haze, bumping once again into someone. He looked to see the tallest, broadest, toughest looking dude yet. He gulped, hoping that he wouldn't notice him from his peripheral view. However, the young man turned his head to him.

"Oh no…" Kenji said under his breath. "H-hi, I'm Kenji Taisei." He said nervously. For some reason, his voice came out the highest pitch it's ever been out of sheer terror. The imposing figure with wild hair tamed under a bandana looked him over with blue eyes, smiling with pointed teeth that only made Kenji frightened further.

"Hey. I'm Haru Yamada. Nice to meet you, Kenji." Haru said with a small bow of the head.

Haru Yamada. Ultimate Dog Trainer.

Kenji sighed in relief, fearing Haru would've buried him into the floor for looking at him wrong. He then heard a squeaky sound coming from Haru, seeing movement in his jacket pocket. Soon, the source of the noise poked out of Haru's pocket.

It was a small pomeranian dog with poofy white fur and black buttons for eyes. It was cutely panting as it started with affectionate eyes at Kenji.

"Oh! I almost forgot. The main star of the 'Yamada Show!' my dog, Kiko!" Haru exclaimed with a proud smile of his little poof ball dog.

Kiko. Ultimate Good Dog. Arf.

"Aww! She's adorable!" Kenji said, reaching a hand out to pet her. Kiko put her head down, letting her new friend pet him.

"Yeah, she's a real sweetheart. I've trained her to do over one hundred commands." Haru said, Kiko letting out a happy bark. Kenji's heart warmed up, feeling much better than he had before. "Feeling better?"

"Much better. Thanks, Haru. Thanks Kiko." Kenji said with a big smile.

"Arf." Kiko barked very quietly.

"You're welcome, Kenji. Nothing like a smiling doggy to help put people in a good mood." Haru said, leading Kiko back to his pocket. "I'm gonna try with that kid at the door." he said, walking toward Yukiji. Kenji went to find someone new to talk to. This time, someone bumped into Kenji.

"Whoa! Oof!" she said as she hit the floor.

"Oh, sorry. Didn't see you there. Need some help?"

"You WANTED TO SAY THAT, DIDN'T YOU!?" She said, hopping back onto her feet and pumping both of her fists. She was… quite a clash of colors, her long pink hair having occasional braids in it, and matching pink eyes. She was wearing a basketball jersey with the number 1 on it, with the name 'Okamoto' on it.

"No… I just actually didn't see you." Kenji said, the anger from the girls face subsiding somewhat.

"Okay okay okay okay okay okay okay… calm now." She replied, taking a deep breath and looking up at him. "Sorry, I get a little touchy about my height. I'm Hana Okamoto." she said.

Hana Okamoto. Ultimate Basketball Star.

"Weirdly, you might be one of the people I actually remember." Kenji said, gently rubbing underneath his chin as he looked at her. "You're like… one of the best basketball players in Japan, despite still being in high school."

"Hell yeah! It's all about those ups, boy! I got the mad ups! What do you say to that?!"" Hana said excitedly.

"Good… good ups?" Kenji said, not sure what to say to that.

"Yeah! Get dunked!" Hana said, pumping her fist in the air. Another young woman chuckled, walking over to them.

"Glad I'm not the only one who got dunked." she said, Kenji getting a good look at her. She had blonde hair tied in a ponytail and blue eyes covered by plastic glasses. She had a warm, friendly smile on her face as she offered Kenji a hand, clad in a leather work glove. Just looking at her outfit of the glasses, glove, smock and thick brown leather boots she must be…

Emi Nakayama, Ultimate Carpenter.

"I'm Emi. Emi Nakayama. You need it? I'll make it." she said, Kenji shaking her hand.

"Nice to meet you, Emi. I'm Kenji Taisei." Kenji said, glad that his sweaty palms were covered up by the glove. 'Okay, I thought Akira was cute, but wow…' he thought to himself, Emi just smiling to him.

"Likewise… are you okay? You're… still shaking my hand." Emi said, Kenji quickly pulling his hand away. Unfortunately, he still had her hand in his and pulled her ontop of him, sending them both to the floor.

"Ahhh! I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to-" Kenji sputtered out as Emi got up, giggling and picking up her fallen glasses and putting them back on.

"A bit forward, don't you think, Kenji?" Emi said as she got off, playfully winking at him. Kenji turned beet red, Hana sneaking up to his ear.

"Get dunked!" she whispered, running off and laughing, Kenji turning and looking back at Hana, wondering what that was and why she did that. As he got off, he saw Emi walking off, giving him a friendly wave. He waved back, thoroughly embarrassed as he looked for the last few people he hadn't met yet. There were two boys and one girl, opting for the boy with the blonde faux hawk as his hair was more normal compared to the girl's long purple hair and the other boy's green hair that looked to be made of spikes.

"Hey, I'm Kenji Taisei." he said, getting an easy handshake with this classmate, though his faux hawk and his offensively pastel popped collar jacket did not make it easy to look at him.

"Hello~ Kenji Tasei! My name is 'Bam' Tanaka!" he said with a loud baritone.

Bam Tanaka. Ultimate Sports Commentator.

"Do you always talk like that?" Kenji asked, Bam nodding enthusiastically.

"Yes! As a commentator, I need to maintain a voice of perfect composure and volume! I can't miss a single rhythm or I won't be able to perform at my best level!" Bam nearly shouted with a grin.

"Well, I guess, but maybe you could turn it down…?" Kenji asked hopefully.

"Absolutely not! I can't lose this volume or I may never get it back!" Bam shouted, getting louder with each sentence.

"O-okay… nice to meet you, Bam. I'm gonna go talk to the spikey-haired kid." Kenji said, needing to get out of here with his hearing intact.

"Very well! I shall go and speak with the woman with the baseball bat!" Bam said, volume rising once more.

"Good luck with that…" Kenji said in a hushed tone before walking over to the somewhat chubby boy with a massive net of green spikes wearing two long coats overtop the other, a small black leather card case clipped to his belt. He was talking to the purple haired girl, or trying to, showing her various colorful cards and explaining the to her. However, she seemed uninterested in what he had to say.

"I've told you my name, so why do you not tell me yours? I will tell you once again, my name is Yukata Watanabe, will you accept my challenge to a duel!?"

Yukata Watanabe. Ultimate Card Game Player.

The woman with purple hair was standing against the wall, both of her hands tucked into the pockets of the tuxedo she was wearing, with a distinct purple colored tie that matched her hair, her eyes were closed, as if she was completely ignoring him.

"Airi Kudo." She replied with a dead, disinterested sounding voice.

Airi Kudo. Ultimate ?

"Hey, you two. Uhm… I'm Kenji. Are you guys busy with something?" Kenji asked, walking between the two of them and looking at Yukata's flustered expression.

"FINALLY someone who actually introduced themself to me, this Airi lady has been ignoring me since I got out of the locker with her…" He said, looking at the ground.

Suddenly, a whirring sound caught the ears of everyone, turning their attention back to the center as Monokuma leaped out of the hole once again.

"Fiiiiinnally. That took FOREVER! So how about this… Let's get the party started, people. Okay?" Monokuma asked, crossing both of his arms over his chest as the group slowly coalesced to see what he has to say.