𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 | Inquisitormaster & Zsquad| Danganronpa

☆𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟔☆ || 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤

FRESHMEN YEAR- MARCH

~Alex's POV~

I pass the page to my left and wait for Levi to retrieve it before settling my hands on my desk. "So, it wasn't a hoax?"

"I guess not," he replies, skimming over the paper as well. "That girl did seem serious about it when explaining it to us."

"I think you should go to this meeting," Sora avows after browsing over the page and passing it on dismissively.

Fumbling over my words, I miss my chance to counter the statement before Charli joins in cheerfully. "You really should! You'd make a great class president for us, honest!"

"She's the only person you know who would. Do you know anyone else in the grade?"

Charli peeps over Zach's snickers "HEY, I DO!"

The page makes a full go around before I rise from my seat and retrieve it to reread it. As I read through, the details I had seen before resurfaced: it is a club and organization with the same structure as a Student Council, except it isn't a school-ranged association. Rather it focuses on the grade levels solely, selecting a handful of students who would give their grade and graduating class a positive look on the world. First, the school holds a meeting for anyone interested in this activity, answering any inquiries and summarizing all the information. For what happens next, I am in the dark.

However, the list of activities the student council will be participating in this year caught my attention: Spirit Week, Fundraising, School Dances, Fun and Organized tournaments, and other activities that brought stars to my eyes. Thinking about it, the Student Council has only hosted one event in December, which was the Holiday Spirit Week I did not take part in; the prompts were not entertaining. A small, unnoticeable grin cracks on my face from interest, I fold the flyer and swipe it into my blazer pocket.

Then, of course, my brother wanders over to me, using my shoulder as the armrest he had declared it as ever since he had finally grown to reach it. He tried to sneak a glance at the page before it was pushed into my pocket, but that was not impotence enough to drive him away with his inquisitiveness. "... Are you gonna do it?"

"Do what?" I look over to him, brow quirks probingly.

"The council thing," Light says with a tone suggesting that it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"I've never had interest in stuff like that, so, probably not."

"Aww, but you're the smart one! You have to, Sweetie."

I can't help but laugh a little as I amble back to my seat. The page shifts in my blazer and I shove it further into my pocket before it pokes out again. But, Candi's announcement ignited a flurry of discussion within the room, coming in both dull, incoherent murmurs and fathomable conversations. A warm rush of colors spread along my face, struggling to decide whether it was from embarrassment or the unexpected pride swirling through me, a river of unsophisticated emotions. I press my cheek against the heel of my palm, peeling my attention away from the talking and down to the book on my desk.

It felt like ages had passed since I had last composed a fashion piece without interruption. As promised some time ago, I have been focused on the sketch of the jacket for Zenny— Zach's younger sister— since I wanted it to be perfect, and I am almost entirely certain that she would appreciate that, too. Ever since I finished that skirt, I have been laser-fixed on getting this project done, but it has already been a month and I'm not satisfied with the sketch alone! The shoulders were too wide before, the sleeves were too puffy, then the pockets did not stand out much against the dark material I was planning to use as the base, and it has been one problem after another. However, if things can go my way for once, just this once, maybe I can find it in me to come up with a final unruffled sketch today.