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“Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! It’s a ‘Super High School Level Spoiled Rich Kid!’ Get it away from me!”

Gripping her hand-sewn monobear plushie closer to her chest, she pursed her lips in disgust. There’s nothing worse than someone with an ego--if that someone wasn’t her, of course.

-- three class mates have joined, three symbols of hope.

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Admiring the faces of the three before him, placing strong hands and slender hips, Nagito grinned with an amiability unrivaled by any other. Brushing a mussed lock of silvery hair behind one ear, not caring for how much of his face was taken up by the smile, he gave a wave of greeting. Unsure of how to approach his classmates -- some one as worthless as he sure didn't belong among their ranks, after all, -- he decided on a simple hello.

"Ohayou, watashi no namae wa Komaeda Nagito. You all seem like you really belong here, huh?" Turning his pale gaze upon each of the three teens, a sparkle dulled by years of misfortune an eerie prediction of how the encounter might veer in a direction unwelcome by most was the only sign of the insanity settled so deeply within his scrawny frame.

Chihiro may or may not have bumped into the person in front of her, and she immediately squeaks, backing away and profusely apologizing.