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V3 AU: Hajime Finds his Lab (Mod Kokichi)

As everyone got their lab, Hajime looked around. He was happy for everyone, but couldn't help but feel under the weather. Sure, there was still one more random area to be unlocked, but... they only had a pencil. The pencil had some random writing that looked like it had been faded away with time, but he could make out the word "reserve." It wasn't much of a clue, but it didn't deter Hajime in the slightest. He had to have a lab. He had to.

He felt Chiaki's presence by him, making him want to try and act calmer. He wished that Chiaki could lend him some of her calmness, that she could pass it to him for just awhile so he wouldn't have this built up anxiety.

"Hey hey, you shouldn't worry too much. We're almost to Canada, and we have full health. We'll be okay."

While he didn't really get the video game reference, he was happy that Chiaki was being as supportive as ever. He would've said thank you, but a pale hand settled on his shoulder, causing him to jump. Turning around, he let his guard down when he realized it was just Nagito. He had proven to be concerning at times, but it didn't seem like this was going to be troublesome. Hajime gave him a smile, which Nagito returned.

"Wow, being smiled at by an ultimate? This must be my lucky day! Ah, but... every day is a lucky day for me, in a way." He laughed breathily, finding a hand through his insanely messy hair. Hajime rolled his eyes, but secretly just enjoyed the additional supportive presence.

How did he get so lucky as to have such helpful and good friends? They both had different ways to solve problems, but they balanced each other out nicely. Chiaki's odd comments fazed them both, and Nagito's rants were confusing for the gamer and Hajime. Hajime ended up going along with what they said most of the time, and ended up making some irreplaceable relationships in the process.

They searched the school together, talking Hajime out of his nervousness. He slowly accepted their patient comfort and laughed about some reference to their lives that had turned upside down to meeting a magical love fairy and becoming some sort of stud. Nagito pointed out some sunflowers that seemed to be growing in a small patch that had yet to be cleaned up by the monokids. He debated picking them due to their symbolic meaning being something akin to longevity and adoration with loyalty thrown into the mix.

"Ah, Hajime! What we have is a pencil, right?" Chiaki asked out of nowhere, making him turn to her suddenly. He nodded, feeling his heart beat a little faster. Did she think of something that would be able to unlock some place new?

"Oh, are we on the same page?" Nagito grinned. "Well, I won't take the moment away, care to explain?"

"... yeah. I think I saw a paper that said something at the top like, 'application for new Hope's Peak Academy students,' so maybe you should sign your name."

Hajime looked behind them, and sure enough, there was a paper that looked crisper and newer than some of the others that they had seen on the walls of the halls. He looked at his friends before gulping and putting the pencil. His hand glided on the page, surprising himself with how natural it felt to write on it. It was almost as though the movements were frictionless. He stepped back, watching the paper. Nothing happened, and he was about to walk away, but the paper sunk into the wall. The wall lowly fell into the floor, as it eventually seamlessly blended into the floor. Hajime heard an excited noise come from Chiaki, and a little "alright!" from Nagito. He grabbed their hands as he walked into the new corridor first, surprised at how... normal it looked.

While it certainly looked different from everything else like the other ares close to labs, it felt so... mundane. The hallway looked so much cleaner, and had motivational posters for getting through school. Hajime knew that this was definitely where he was supposed to be, though he felt like he was missing some piece of the puzzle.

At the end of the hallway, there was a door with a symbol that was a hand with a pencil, writing out an equation. He tried to think about what would be on the other side of the door. Was he the ultimate mathematician? Ultimate teacher? He couldn't think of what it would mean, but he was ready to find out.

He opened the door, gulping as he heard the soft click of the lock being open and giving way. As he opened the door, he was greeted with looked like an older classroom. A chalkboard adorned the front, with the words "ULTIMATE RESERVE COURSE" written in white. He looked around, and had a flashback to his dreams.

So the people really were talking about him. Saying he wasn't all that special, that he was nothing more than a reserve course student. Just a person who didn't have any talent, yet was probably chosen to come to Hope's Peak because of his idolization of the academy. His heart hurt as he remembered being constantly reminded by the conversations around him that he was nothing special, just an average student with slightly above average grades.

He doesn't check the room in the back, assuming there's nothing but a supply closet. He left, feeling horrible. Chiaki trailed him, ready to calm him down.

Nagito, however, did a little investigating for himself. While Hajime did seem plain in a lot of the things he did, he also seemed a little... too talented for that to be the only truth. There had to be something more.

He moved around the desks, reading the papers on them. They looked like regular homework, and the textbooks in the back were definitely accurate in what the were showing. He looked behind the teachers desk in the front, finding a little black notebook with a name on the front.

"Kamakura, huh..." He flipped through the pages, stopping and reading one out loud, trying to grasp what was written before him.

"This world is full of boring people. People who lack talent stick together, and oppress those who do possess talent... Even though they know they're insignificant, they don't try to acknowledge their true superiors... They are profoundly desperate to drag them down to their level. And because of these bastards, this world has come to a deadlock. This world has stopped evolving. How boring. Well, the world is shaped by the will of the majority. It makes sense that it bends to those who lack talent. Boring people make no contributions to the world, not even a speck of dust. That's why my teachers taught me that a certain degree of selection must be performed."

That quote felt.. familiar. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he did have a memory of another person.

A male with long, black hair that liked to flow with the wind. Red eyes that pierced him and distracted him from his own impending doom. The man sat across from him in his head as he felt waves crashing beneath them. He didn't even need to say a word to make an astounding impression on Nagito.

He looked to the back of the room, another door that seemed slightly older than the one leading into this classroom.

Before he opened the handle, a single thought started to swim through his head, one which he would find an answer to soon enough:

Is Hajime Hinata... really who he says he is?