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--- MAKOTO'S POV

Hope's Peak Academy.

The school where only the lucky or the elite get to attend.

And it seems like I'm the former. 

The school stands high above me, hundreds of feet up in the air as I'm left wondering how I got here. Although I'm completely ordinary, nothing special about my existence, I get to attend the prestigious school of ultimates. As the winner of an annual raffle, I get to attend the school as the Ultimate Lucky Student.

Makoto Naegi, Ultimate Lucky Student... I don't think I'll ever get used to that. 

But enough daydreaming, I might be late.

After I try my best to cool down my nerves, I step inside of the school, hearing my shoes squeak against the reflective floor. "Woah.." I say to myself, looking at the entrance in total awe. Right as I'm about to open the second pair of doors, I start to get woozy. 

I try to grab something, anything to keep myself standing. But in the end, it didn't work.

"W.. What... I.." I simply couldn't understand why I felt like this. I felt more than fine earlier, so what was causing this..?

I fall to the floor, closing my eyes involuntarily. 

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.

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And that's what I remember. 

Even after going over everything in my mind, I still don't understand where I am.

I look around the strangely colored classroom, my hands slightly sore from trying to budge the bolted windows open. I read over the note one more time, before finally getting up from my seat and walking outside. 

The strange colors of the walls and floors give me a headache. Well, I already had a headache from fainting and hitting my head on the hard floors, but this is making it worse. I wish I could leave.. I wanna go home. Who cares about some stupid school anyways? Sighing, I try to calm down. "Get yourself together, dude. Let's just hope this is some prank.." I tell myself, and it seems to work. Maybe it is a prank, or something they've always done. After walking around some more, I open the main hall door.

15 other people, looking around anxiously all suddenly turn to me. "Another one? How many more kids are there in this class?" A girl with [H/C] hair fiddles with her outfit. "Wait.. then you guy must be.." I think out loud. "Yeah.. we're all new here. It's supposed to be our first day of class." Another girl wearing a green top and a brown skirt looks like she's on the verge of crying. "Counting him.. that makes sixteen. I'm assuming this is all." A skinny blonde guy crosses his arms, as if he's already disappointed in me. I look at everyone infront of me. All of them are ultimates, they're talented enough in something to be considered gifted by the government. And here I am, the random kid who just won some raffle. Compared to them, I'm an ant. A very lucky ant who gets to go to some school filled with kings and queens.

"U-Um.. Hi. I'm Makoto Naegi. I would've been here sooner, but some stuff happened. I got really sick and fainted out of nowhere." I admit, scratching the back of my neck. "Woah, you too?" A guy with spiky long hair asks me. "How curious.." A girl wearing lolita style fashion looks away as she smooths out her dress. "Huh? Did you all faint to-" "Just a moment! There is something else we must address." I'm interrupted by a guy with piercing red eyes. "We were informed to be here by 8:00 SHARP. This is unacceptable! Being late on your first day is just as bad as robbery!" "Can you shut it? It's not like he WANTED to be late. There was no control over it." Finally, a girl I recognize. Junko Enoshima, Ultimate Fashionista. Why would she stand up for me, of all people?