𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑

CHAPTER 1

"EWW, STOP DROOLING"

     THE FUTURE FOUNDATION RECEIVED NEW INTEL. There was a captive in Towa City: Komaru Naegi. It all seemed fishy: why would they suddenly receive such information? It wasn't like the organization could ignore this, since the captive was the sister of Makoto Naegi, the Ultimate Hope. Eventually, Branch 14 was assigned to retrieve her.

     Surprisingly enough, the Ultimate Detective was the head of the division, Byakuya Togami: The Ultimate Affluent Progeny took the role of acting head since she was currently busy. As of now, it was time for everyone that belonged to that branch to get on the helicopter. However, a special someone had other plans for the protagonist.

     Toko Fukawa, the Ultimate Writing Prodigy was in front of them on her knees with her hands clasped in front of her face. Her once braided hair was now let loose and the dark purple locks flew freely as the light wind brushed against both their structures. Several white clips adorned her hair, keeping it from covering her grey eyes, and her nose supported her significantly large wire-rimmed glasses. Unlike her old uniform, this one has more tears and a long rip that went all the way up to her upper thigh, revealing the tally marks that her unwanted companion had drawn — or rather, cut. Finally, one of the most noticeable differences was that she now wore black thigh-highs and Mary-Jane-style heels.

     Toko's drool dripped onto the floor. "[ NAME ], y-you have to get me on that helicopter!" she whisper shouted, hoping to not draw unwanted attention to the situation they were currently in. "Master Byakuya—I have to see him fight! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!" She crawled closer to them, whining as she gripped their waist and the soft fabric of the suit they wore wrinkled under her tight grasp. "Please, [ NAME ]!"

     [ NAME ] grabbed the girl's shoulders, trying to pry her off of them. "Ngh—Toko, get off!" Whispering back, they shoved her off their body, trying to clean the drool off their black blazer. "I'll help you—just don't drool over my clothes!"

     Toko got up with a dreamy look on her face as blush coated her face. Bringing her hands to her chest as she twiddled with her fingers, she walked closer to [ NAME ] with an acceptable distance between them. "Do you know how long it took me to get those?!" they grumbled.