𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 | Inquisitormaster & Zsquad| Danganronpa

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FRESHMEN YEAR- SEPTEMBER

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~Drake's POV~

GAME OVER flickers on my screen in bright red. I silently swear to myself, press the restart button, and move with a tug on the upper part of my sleeve.

I briefly look up from my game. "What?"

"You almost ran into a pole." Zach's staring at me with half-lidded eyes, an unamusing glint behind them. "Pay attention, would you?"

"I will, when you pack up the courage to fix your damn tie," I retort.

"I'd rather die. Zeus, strike me down," he calls up to the sky cloaked by white, delicate clouds. I can only roll my eyes before letting them fall to the title screen of my game.

The rest of last week was uneventful after that birthday thing Zach tormented Jade with. It's only the tenth, and it already feels like fall's already here. I've had to adjust my jacket-blazer thing— whatever we're calling it— more times than I can count.

Zach and I round the corner, head through the opened gates, and descend the pathway to the front of the school. We mounted the steps and strolled through the maze of hallways until we reached our class. Zach slides the door open, and as we have been for the past few days, are the first ones to arrive.

I slip into my seat, drop my bag beside the desk, and rest my forearms on my desk. I finally get to focus on my game without the burden of walking, great.

However, my peace and quiet don't last long. A pair of hands slam down on my desk, and I flinch, automatically taking a sharp inhale.

"Ha, I got you!"

  I close my eyes fleetingly before reopening them to Light. "Good morning to you, too."

Light crashes into the seat to my left, lifting his bag onto the desk. He says, "Yeah, we got here early. So, lucky for you. And I saw Jaxx on the way here."

"Saw him? He's usually here before you."

"I dunno. He went somewhere, I wasn't gonna follow him like a creepo."

"You might as well."

"What's that supposed to mean?!"

I merely shrug with a hum and direct my focus away from Light. He continued talking, but almost everything he was saying slipped into one ear and out the other. Yet, he never said anything about it. He just... Kept talking.

Until another pair of hands collide with my desk and I jump again, swearing under my breath. I glare up at the redhead, except his hair isn't slicked up like it usually is; it's down an inch below his shoulders. It looks a lot... I don't know how to describe it— Softer? Gentler? I don't know, but it doesn't seem as rough as it usually does. It sways slightly when he moves, so that's... Something. Weird, it's weird.

"What the— Why do you guys keep doing that?!"

His smile could've lit up this room. Annoyingly. "You seemed focused and peaceful. Which means our work isn't finished."

I glance between Light and Jaxx, who had pulled a chair from an empty desk and set it beside Light's before sinking into it. "So, you two's ultimate goal is to wreak havoc on my wonderful, productive life?"

"'Productive' is a stretch," Jaxx says blatantly.

"... Why is your hair down?" I ask, narrowing my eyes at Jaxx.