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Ever thought of getting yourself a nemesis? Now’s your chance!

Recently, Kokichi had gotten a bit bored with his life in Stella City. Sure, it was peaceful, life had been kind, candy had been given to him and yet... he felt like it was lacking in a way. It lacked some kind of thrill which he was unable to gain, no matter how many cursed chain emails he emailed from the library’s computers or how he fooled around with current companions. There was no amount of pranking Kiibo that could cure this problem. 

However! That was a matter of perspective. If one was bored with life, then one must be boring themselves. Thus, following that philosophy, Kokichi was going to present to himself the solution to the problem he had created himself.

Playing with the phone he had found himself half an hour ago, the supreme leader had struck gold in the ideas department. He tapped a few times through the phone’s menu, until he found himself in the texting menu and smirked, then laughed softly. Foolish Kokichi, why hadn’t he thought of this much earlier?

“Nee-heehee....” His fingers shook from excitement as he typed a message to a few random phone numbers. The message to all of them was the same;

「    I found you.   」

Today had been a bit of a roller coaster ride for Nagito Komaeda. With evening fully have settled in a long time ago, he wormed a way through the woods of Stella City as he searched for many things to help him cope with his current predicament. Freshly picked mushrooms were carried in his coat as he waded his way through the river to get across, and with the cold currently numbing his legs, he felt like a part had died with him along the way.

“How beautiful...” He breathed to himself as he watched the sheep by the roads nuzzle into each other for sleep, lit by the moonlight that came piercing through the clouds. If his emotions hadn’t been torn to pieces and crushed to smithereens prior to this moment, he may have thought it was the photo copy of Hope he was gazing upon right now. Instead he felt a hollow emptiness, which he sought to fill with whatever he could get his hands on right now.

And just when he had wished upon that, he stumbled upon a familiar figure not too long after. He approached Hajime in a tired pace, wet ends of his jeans slowing him down, but he eventually managed to reach the brunet and drew a cold breath. It was cold enough for himself to see it, too, and he suddenly realized that it must be nearing winter right now, which was a massive change compared to the tropical life he had gotten used to before this. He supposed he wasn’t even lucky enough to arrive in the right season of the year.

Fingers glide across the surface of the keyboard in rapid, fluid motions, momentarily drawing to a halt only to press down on the keys. Hazel eyes glance down every now and then for security, but otherwise, they shift in between the screen of the computer and the small pile of books that reside to his right.

Several new books have been brought to the library earlier that day and, with his colleague now being on a short break, it fell into Makoto’s hands to finish typing up the details of each volume. The task is as boring as it is meticulous, yet he goes through it calmly and diligently; taking responsibility is important in all environments, but it’s accentuated tenfold when it comes to one’s work.

The soft chime of the bell at the front indicated that someone had stepped inside, and that drew Makoto’s attention away from the workload. Instinctively, a smile had already formed onto his lips, and words of greeting rolled off the tip of his tongue warmly, “Good morning!”

The initial joy fades, shifting into shock when it properly registers with him who exactly had just entered the library. Words catch in his throat and his breathing hitches, rendering Makoto incapable to further his sentence past “How may I he--?”

Hajime Hinata.

There have been a handful of odd events occurring as of late, ever since he’d found himself in this entirely new setting, but this tops everything else -- even the sheep workers that are seen around don’t shock him as much as seeing a familiar face does. 

So, he was not alone there...? 

Makoto hadn’t even stopped to consider others being around, yet relief hardly seems to wash over him at the sight of a someone familiar. The pitter-patter of his heart grows to a rapid pace, shock reads clearly onto his features and his lips remain parted in surprise; words evade him, still. 

  If there was anything that made Nanami more uncomfortable than huge crowded supermarkets, it was huge supermarkets that were crowded with sheep. It was no secret that animals kind of freaked her out a bit, even though she wanted to know more about them. She was better around them than she had been originally, but that didn’t mean she was ready to dive right into a bunch of barnyard animals.

  Unfortunately for her, that was exactly what she had to do--she needed a few things from Cereal Market, and it was a crowded weekend afternoon. To make matters worse, she was even more tired than usual, to the point where she could barely keep her eyes open. Once she’d collected her things and made it to the checkout line, she found the wait almost unbearable. Her eyelids felt so heavy, and her head was just starting to droop...

  Blinking her eyes open, she realized that she had accidentally fallen asleep on the shoulder of the person in front of her (and she might have drooled on his shirt just a little). It took her a few seconds to process it.

  “...Sorry,” she mumbled, rubbing her eyes sleepily. “I didn’t...

  Art leaned against the railing of a bridge, chin resting on his folded arms. He’d been here long enough to watch the sun set and had now turned his gaze to the stars’ reflection twinkling in the river below. Every ripple of the water distorted the image into a blur of blue and silver.

  Sighing quietly, he tried to bring his thoughts to a resolution. Thanks to the rule forbidding the use of any kind of supernatural power, existing in this city had brought a lot of unpleasant memories to the surface. He’d spent a quiet few hours here musing on what it meant to be powerless like this, and if he truly even had the right to be upset about it. Entertaining those kinds of thoughts made it difficult to avoid certain guilt-laden topics, though, and Art felt his mood plummeting as though it had taken a swan dive off the bridge he was standing on.

  “What a mess,” he murmured as he turned around, only to run straight into someone who was apparently trying to cross the bridge at that exact moment.

Hajime didn’t know what else to expect after to have received nerve-wrecking messages from some criminal(?), but fortunately he finds that the second person to message him about teaching him how to drive seems normal.

‘Thank you for contacting me. How much I am willing to pay depends on if you can arrange a car and gas for the driving lessons. If I have got to arrange a car and gas myself, I think around 3000 stardust per session would be reasonable?’

      Ha, perfect! He has no idea it’s her. That was Peacock’s plan all along.

[text] yeah, you get the car and gas and it’s a done deal [text] let me know when you’re ready to start, i can meet you in the mm parking lot asap c:

Hajime makes this exact face as he lets the message he received sink in. He’s happy someone took the time to read the message be pinned to Berry Bulletin at all, but what is he supposed to make of a message like this? After much consideration, he sends back the following message:

‘Thank you for contacting me. Could you elaborate a bit on your circumstances?’

                  ‘Elaborate on your circumstances’? He sure was formal. Eh, might as well reply as long as he has the free time. No harm done, especially since it doesn’t seem like he’ll be actually doing the job.

> well > i never really had my license done > but i’m a pretty good driver > i just may or may not have ran over a few people > on purpose

A new message has been pinned to the board.

~Looking for a driving instructor~

Greetings,

The Volksbaagen Baatle which I won (yet cannot drive) at the Rock Festival, has started to appear in my dreams, giving me restless nights. To ensure I will be able to get a good night’s rest again soon, I want to give the car what it wants and learn how to drive.

I’m looking for a driving instructor. If you would be interested in learning me how to drive (for a price, of course) please call me or send me a message. My phone number is [insert Stella City phone number here].

Your help is greatly appreciated, Hinata Hajime