𝔻𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕒𝕟𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕡𝕒 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 | 𝕆𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤

ᴄᴜᴛᴇ | ᴍᴀʟᴇ! ᴍɪᴋᴀɴ ᴛꜱᴜᴍɪᴋɪ

Ultimate talent: (Y/T)

Known as an ambivert who gets easily bored. Doesn't get along with most of her classmates.

If you had to pick one place to burn down, you'd pick Hope's Peak Academy. The place itself hadn't done anything bad, but it held many memories you'd like to forget. You despised the people who worked here, you hated them for making your life a nightmare while smiling at you. You chuckled at how ironic you were being - years ago, you'd kill to get into such a luxurious school. You would often dream about how your life would turn for the better, how your future would be after graduating.

Now that you were looking back at it, what was so bad about (Y/S)? It wasn't a bad school and it had nice and modest people. They worked hard to earn their places in the school unlike the Ultimates. The majority of them turned out to be snobby little brats.

You yourself had a talent. You were known as the Ultimate (Y/T), yet you hated being called by your title. To most people it was something that made them feel special amongst the talentless people, to you it was like a curse. A name you couldn't get rid of no matter how hard you tried.

There were times when you were proud of your title, but those times were long gone. [Just like my dad. (Remind me to edit it later.)] You'd prefer working your way up to fame and fortune than earning it by a few words next to your name.

As much as you envied talentless people, you couldn't throw it all over your head and start again. You had this idea about stealing someone's identity, but it sounded ridiculous. Something as simple as transferring to another school wouldn't work. Your family was more than proud of you for getting into the most prestigious school around. You knew they'd be upset with you if you told them you don't want to study there. Plus, you didn't want to disappoint them.

They probably wouldn't allow you to become who you wanted. They'd force you to be who they wanted you to be. Fighting against your own parents was pointless. You'd never win.

The school itself bored you to death. There were no interesting subjects and none of your classmates caught your eye. You noticed one thing about them - they were all strange. There was a talentless student with a long brown lock sticking out of his hair like an antenna. He was being constantly followed and teased by a male with unusually pale skin and hair as white as a snow. The guy wouldn't shut up about 'hope' and refused to stop sending insults towards himself. There was a girl with colourful horns on her head, her hair dyed multiple colours. She liked to shout unrelated things during lessons, which both annoyed and amused you.

There were a few regularly normal people. The guy with an antenna sticking out of his hair was usually pretty nice to you, though he looked done with life whenever the Ultimate Lucky Student showed up. Chiaki, the only student from your class who you didn't mind talking to, was okay. She was a little blunt, but you liked her. The times you could spend time with her were peaceful and you found yourself enjoying her presence. You also used to hang out around Peko and Fuyuhiko, but you distanced yourself from them over the past few months. And, of course, Mahiru. But whenever you laid your eyes upon her, Hiyoko dragged her elsewhere.

Then there were people you've never talked to. Some of them were people you refused to approach, some of them were people you wanted to get closer with. Months ago, a pink haired student walked up to you and introduced himself as Kazuichi. You thought he was tolerable, but then he opened up to you about his weird obsession with Sonia. After his confession, things were really awkward between the two of you. He hoped for you to support him and/or help him, but you scolded him for being a creep. Why would he think you'd help him with stalking a princess? You two then stopped hanging out, much to his dismay. The thought of you telling Sonia terrified him because he knew there was a possibility of you revealing his secret.