𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 | Inquisitormaster & Zsquad| Danganronpa

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SOPHOMORE YEAR- APRIL

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~3rd Person POV~

As Spring had settled, the streets were filled with tourists, residents, and others all wanting to soak up the warm sun balanced by the cool breezes whipping through everyone's hair and clothes. However, today the city and shops were much more packed given that it was the weekend, and everyone wanted to use their freetime to its fullest potential. That didn't exclude any of the Hope's Peak Students, either. The sister classes, 77-A and 77-B, have been getting introduced to one another much more often and forming bonds through Chiaki—though she'd linger in the background as the newly introduced students would talk.

One of the few spots that weren't occupied, however, was the roof of the school. It barely was, and Drake had only known about it because Zach had told him about how he and his friends had gone up there. It was something they had discovered their freshman year, and no one had known about it since. However, that was short lived once Drake had brought Jaxx and Light up there with him one day.

"How are you sitting over there?" Jaxx asked Light from the floor of the roof, his attention unbroken from the trinkets he had retrieved from the entertainment talent room.

Light, who was lying back on the parapet and scrolling through his phone, only glanced at Jaxx. "It's easy. If you don't move much, then you'll be fine."

"You move too much," he countered, a light chuckle floating out into the wind.

"I do not!"

After finishing off one of his trinkets, Jaxx stretched deeply, pulling his arms up behind him. He drops them and rolls his shoulders. "You literally changed your position there about six times in the last fifteen minutes, I was convinced you were breakdancing."

"Says the ADHD warrior."

"The call comes from inside the house." Jaxx pockets his trinkets, gets to his feet, and leans against the parapet once he reaches it.

Drake hasn't contributed much to the discussion, as he rarely does. They do the talking for him. All he had to do was listen, slide in an input here and there, and they'd move onto a new topic. They did move onto topics too quickly for him to catch on fast enough, though. By the time he had finished a response for the conversation they had already moved onto the next. So, until they dragged him unwillingly into the discussion, he didn't say much. Focusing on his high score was more of a skill in itself than anything.

But Drake understood that they knew that. They moved too quickly for him at times, and even then, they had managed to weave him into the conversations or hangouts. Then, when the days weren't the best but not bad enough to be left alone, they would relax in silence, doing whatever they needed to do with the company of the others. It was simple, but it worked. And they worked the hell out of it.

"Drake," Light called; Drake looked up quickly to avoid the dwelling of his loss on the screen. "When are you getting that thing off?"

"What thing?"

"The wrist thingy," he clarified, gesturing vaguely to the brace peeking out from Drake's sleeve. Light's tone was just as dismissive, yet the subtle twinkle in his eye had caught Drake's, warming a cup of reassurance in him.

Even then, he shrugs. "My wrist isn't cooperating as much as the doctors would like, so for now, sometime in the summer."

"That sounds tough," Jaxx commented. From the little memory he had left, he swam through it for something itching at the back of his mind. "Broke my ankle in middle school, and it only took two to three months to heal. Didn't you break it in, what, January?"