#undesu

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When Mrs. Nomondai's message had reached the other students, almost all of them started to get out of their seats to begin their first assignment. To be honest, I'm not too sure if I can talk to the other students yet. They all look busy with themselves anyways..heh.

Ok, I'm just lying to myself. I'm not ready to talk to any of them yet. My nerves are to high. Maybe I can just start with the teacher? I do need to properly thank her after all.

With that revelation, I got out of my seat and headed to were my teacher was located behind her desk. She was still holding Sumami in her arms, kinda like a child with their favorite stuffed animal.

When she noticed that someone was by her desk, she quickly looked up and smiled in my direction. By the look on her face, I don't think she was expecting people to come talk to her so soon already.

"Oh! Hi there Nikonomu! Did you wanna talk about something or did you want to see Sumami?" She said while getting out of her chair.

"Oh, I actually wanted to talk to you if that's ok? And maybe after I can talk to Sumami too if that's ok as well." I really hope I'm not interrupting her time, but she did say it was ok to talk to her.

When she heard my remark, she smiled softly while she put down Sumami gently on the ground. "Of course Nikonomu! Ask away! I can't promise I'll answer all of them though. Any questions about my social security number and my life savings will be shut down immediately."

"What? No! I don't want to know about that stuff..." I don't even know my own social security number. Why would I want to know hers? "I kinda just wanted to ask some simple questions and stuff.."

My teacher started snickering at my discomfort, almost as if she knew that I would get uncomfortable. "That ok Nikonomu. I'm just messing with ya, mostly. What is it that you really wanted to know?"

Oh shoot. Now I don't remember what I was going to say. I need to think of something quick so this conversation can get somewhere. Oh wait! I know. "Um.. just a simple question but, how do you know my name? My teachers at my old school didn't even know it."

Mrs. Nomondai's face kinda looked angry for a second, but it was quickly hidden with a knowing smile. "It is kinda simple actually! I just looked you guys up in the school files. I wanted to get an idea about you all before I actually get to know you all, you know what I'm saying?"

My head nodded along to what she was saying. "Yeah, I think do." That's actually really thoughtful to actually want to get to know your students. Hopefully the other teachers had the same idea.

Hm. Now to ask another question. Now that I think about it, did she even reveal her Ultimate to us yet? Was she just really forgetful or was it something that she was ashamed of. Like how it was for me..

"D-Do you mind telling me what your Ultimate is? It's ok if you are uncomfortable telling me it though, since you didn't tell us at the beginning of class.

My teacher just stood there for a minute before violently smacking her hand to her forehead. It took me back for a second but it seemed as if nobody else noticed her abrupt action.

"I knew I was forgetting something damn it!" She grumbled at herself for cursing before she slipped into a more contained demeanor. "I mean uh- let me rephrase that."

Getting into a more confident pose, Mrs Nomondai struck out her hand in order for me to shake it.

"I know you already know my name, but let's start out this year with a more proper introduction! My name is Nototsū Nomondai! And I am the Ultimate Pain Resistor!"

Ultimate Pain Resistor? That kinda explains her more rough looking appearance. Her entire body looked like it was covered face to toe with scars and burns. Self inflicted maybe? I will wait to ask about that, too personal.

Moving on from her skin, she had pale teal hair that was in four different braids that connected to the buns in her hair. One of the braids, the biggest braid, held most of her hair in place while the other three were on the sides of her head and one was on top. Although she was a bit older, she certainly didn't look like it, just a bit weathered I guess-

"Uh kid, you gonna shake my hand or what?"

"Oh yeah! Sorry!" I quickly shook her hand in embarrassment. I should've probably done that in the first place before zoning out too much.

"So, um, you can't feel any pain at all?"

My teacher shook her head. "Nope! Nothing at all. You can stab me, burn me, slap me, and I still wouldn't feel nothing! I'm good at being a human shield essentially."

"Oh w-ow..." That's really disturbing, maybe I can find a more lighter topic to talk about.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a black wedding band glitter on her finger. Marriage sounds like a good topic to talk about. "Not to sound intrusive, but uh, who are you married too?" I had said.

The mood of my teacher had immediately skyrocketed in a pure untamable expression. In just one glance you could tell that she adored her significant other.

"You're not being intrusive at all Nikonomu! I love talking about my wife!" She started to reach for her pocket in a speed that I would've never thought was humanly possible. In her grasp was a purple wallet that you could tell she held dear. When she had opened it, the folds had undone themselves to reveal several photos of herself and her family.

Before talking any further, she sucked in a large breath as if she was preparing to talk for an hour or even more. She continued by pointing eagerly at the first photo. "This is Kura! She is the one I'm married too. We have been together for about fifteen years!"

She then pointed to a lower picture of two teenagers giving the finger at the camera. Actually, in further inspection, one of the kids put up their pointer finger instead. They looked like they even struggled to do that as well.

"That is Tokadora and that is Kiseki! They are my two daughters and they are both 14 year old." When she was done showing off her family, she carefully put back her wallet in her pocket. Her actions kinda reminded me of the dads I have seen on tv when they gloated about their kids to others.

"So.. does your wife also work here also well?" I said in response. She nodded her head before speaking directly.

"She works in the School's Detective Agency and is one of the Child Care Teacher's. She likes to care for people so it kinda fits." She said while answering my question.

More stuff I didn't know about..? "Wait, this school has its own detective agency?"

She nodded once again. "Yes it does! The school has other sections to it as well, but those will all be explained at the entrance ceremony we will be having soon." When she had said that, she checked her watch to see what time it was. "We still have time before that happens, so I wouldn't worry about rushing to talk to your other classmates."

Oh shoot. She figured me out. "H-How did you know I was stalling.." When I had said that, she looked at me with a face that almost told me that she didn't think I was serious.

She let out a sigh before continuing. "Kid, nobody talks to their teacher directly after they say that you can freely talk to others. Students don't normally like to talk to their teachers in a friendly conversation you know? It's most likely to only know what their homework is or what is happening next in the day."

Wow. She was blunt. "I'm sorry.. I'm just nervous about taking to the other students. I'm not used to this kinda environment.. It's too new to me I guess."

Seeing my mood damper, she put a supportive hand on my shoulder. "Hey hey, I'm just playing with ya a bit. It's ok that you're talking to me first. If you are using me to help make yourself less nervous, then I have done my job right! Which is unusual for me I guess but hey, I gotta start somewhere right!"

Even though she is a bit blunt, and probably foaled mouthed, she does do a good job at comforting people. "R-Right! I guess I'm just not to good at taking jokes as what they are."

After I had said that. She took her hand off of my head to cross her arms. "It's ok if you don't realize that some words are intended as jokes, but is important that you say something if they do affect you! I wouldn't want to hurt your feelings. You are my student after all!"

When had she finished talking, she put her hand onto of my head to ruffle my hair. To be honest, it felt nice considering nobody has done that to me before until today. "Yeah, I try to say something if that happens.." If I'm being even more honest with myself, I probably wouldn't say anything. I'm not the type to speak out for myself.

She probably realized what I said was a lie, but she didn't comment on it. "Good! Like I said, I wouldn't want to offend ya on accident."

Taking her eyes off me, she drew her attention to her phone sitting on her desk. "Well, it's probably time I'd cut this conversation short. After you mentioned my wife, I thought that I probably should go check on her. Right now she is babysitting all of the kids because the Child Care is under construction."

"And by all of the the kids, you mean just your own right..?" I asked.

Her face had lost all of her color when I had said that. "By all of the kids, I mean ALL of the staff kids."

"O-Oh...." Jesus, that sounds almost impossible. No, correction, it probably is. Poor Mrs. Kura. I hope that she still has her head after this.

This conversation kinda has been everywhere. It makes me think that I'm forgetting something..

Oh wait! I think I remember. "Mrs. Nomondai! Before you go talk, I forgot to tell you thank you for helping me out earlier. I was kinda getting suffocated by the others..."

"No problem Nikonomu. I'm going to try talk to Kura now, but if you need anything else, please don't hesitate to get me!" She paused to look at her phone for a second.

"I can tell that you're still hesitant to go to the other students, so why don't you go talk to Sumami like you originally said? I'm not too sure if I can get a hold of Makoto in time for the ceremony, so it's probably best for you to get to know what Helpami's are, and you can get to know each other so you're not too scared of them anymore." She said while finishing her thoughts.

That doesn't sound like a terrible idea. "Ok then! Thank you for your time again. I hope you can get a hold of your wife as well."

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In the beginning, there was a massive high school that loomed over the entirety of Japan. It was like it was the center of the world.

Everyone has looked upon it at some point. It's presence was too strong. But, however, the inside was crumbling at its seams. And the seam's name was Junko Enoshima.

After the destruction of the school's environment, the world soon followed after right in her foot steps. Which is why it is a miracle I am standing here now in front of the school today.

I tried to pry my straight forward eyes off of the ground to look at the rising school.

"Wow. Hopes peak Academy looks even bigger in person." I said while admiring the view.

Oh, before we go even further, I should probably introduce myself.

My name is Undesu Nikonomu. And this is my first year as a student at Hope's Peak Academy. Or, as it is now know as: New Hope's Peak Academy.

You see, New Hope's Peak Academy is a school for the most gifted and most talented people in the world. In which to New Hope's Peak Academy, they consider that everybody.

They still scout out students, but that is now broadened to the kids who seem 'ordinary' as well. You could also apply to the school as a reserve student too.

As for me, it was pure LUCK that I ended up here.

The Ultimate Lucky Student to be exact.

Ultimate Lucky Student. Doesn't seem like much of a talent huh? While that may be true, the raffle doesn't make it out too seem so. And it seems that lady luck had chosen me as her contestant.

Gosh, I would be lying if I said I wasn't graceful. After all, New Hope's Peak Academy has done so much for the world and its people.

But, it's wasn't just the school that helped the world. It was the people who ran it. It was who survived it.

Byakuya Togami, Kyoko Kirigiri, Toko Fukawa, Aoi Asahina, Yasuhino Hagakure....

And of course the, Ultimate Hope himself, Makoto Naegi.

Like many others, I view him as my hero. He created a hope filled future for everyone. Even the Ultimate Despairs.

Rumor has it he was able to reform them back to their original selfs and he was able to restablish them back into society, right back to the place they had started out.

But that wasn't it of course. They don't call him the Ultimate Hope for nothing after all. If you were able to ask the devil themself, even they would say he deserved the title.

That isn't the only reason I admire him however. The reason I actually do is because he made my talent worth something...

Before he made his mark, Luck was hardly even considered a talent. It was borderline useless. So, for most of my life, I was considered normal and useless by all standards.

Many times I was told to just give up hope. But that all stopped when he took the stand. After people saw what an important person he was, they also saw the important talent he had too. The same thing kind of happened to me as well.

When I received that letter, everyone saw me in a different light. Some came and apologized. Some asked for signatures. And some even tried to make light of their bullying.

It was all lies of course. In all honesty, even though I feel better about myself, I still feel pretty worthless...

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"....Huh?"

My feet stopped in a halt before I could smack right into the large looming door. When I was self monologuing, I had zoned out for just enough time to make it to the school's entrance.

My mouth opened to let out a defeated sigh

"God. If I start all of this on the first day, I won't even make it through the first year. I just need to concentrate hard enough to find my homeroom.." I said while mumbling under my breath.

While I was talking, I put my hand on the door to push it open. My first day as a high school student begins right here and now, So I better go find my class so I can make a good first impression.

While looking around the school, I had just realized that I had started my first official journey as a new student in theses halls.

"Ok. My classmates should be in 1-A." As soon as I said that, my eyes were able to spot the hall were my homeroom was located.

Going down the correct hall, I took a sharp breath as I spotted the my classroom. As I approached the door to my fate, I could feel my constant reassuring anxiety pool to my stomach.

My arm raised up almost automatically as my nerve ridden hand grabbed at the door handle, using it almost as an item to keep me into reality. When the cool knob hit my skin, I felt my doubts come back. Maybe I can give myself a bit of a pep talk..?

"I can't give up now. Calm down. It all be ok..," I said to myself, trying to not sound as defeated as I felt.

Hopefully that will do for now.

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When I had made my way into the homeroom, my skin could feel all of the air being sucked out. Was my appearance that intimidating? I had never thought of myself in that light...

"Hey! Look who it is! It's this year's Lucky Student!"

As soon as that was said, my new classmates started to hover and surround me. Each of them spewing their own different questions, slowly suffocating me.

"Is you luck contagious?" "I thought you'd be taller."

"Are you Makoto's secret love child or something..." "what's with all the fur...? can i touch—.."

"CLASS!"

The voice of an older woman cut through the harsh questioning. She roughly pushed her way into the clump of students to help get me out of my unfortunate situation. I'll have to thank her more later.

"I know you're all excited to get your questions out, but give the kid his space! He looks like he is on the brink of exploding." The woman commanded out. Although her tone would probably seem harsh to others, I can tell that she said it with care...mostly.

"But Miss-"

Before the student could finish their words, the woman put her hand over their mouth to silence them.

"But nothing! Come on now! Let's get to our seats so we can officially start our day!" She seemed excited and annoyed at the same time. I didn't know that emotion combination was possible.

She started to shoo use back to our seats, literally. The woman moved her arms around almost as if she was sweeping us with a broom. She even made the shooing sound. This is our teacher right? She isn't just some woman who just barged in here and made herself comfy...right?

When she was done getting everyone settled down, she moved herself to the front of the room. "Hello everyone! My name is Nomondai Nototsū! But you can call me Mrs. Nomondai. I am your homeroom teacher for all of your time here unless there are untimely circumstances."

Out of the corner of my eye, I can see a student nervously raise their hand. They were wearing an assortment of anime merchandise and had their hood on over their face, almost covering it. "W-What kind of c-circumstances." They had studdered out.

The teacher just stared at back them, unblinking. "Untimely."

"O-Oh.." The student looked at their desk in a blank fear.

The teacher looked unfazed as she clapped her hands together in amusement. "Before I say anything else, does anybody have any more questions?"

A different student then last time raised their hand. Their appearance was more toned down then the first student, which was not saying a lot. The student was wearing a school uniform with a jacket on top. Out of all the people here, they were probably the most under dressed. "I'm sorry if this sounds insulting! But what's your connection to the headmaster? All the teachers here have connections to him, so I was wondering what was yours."

Mrs. Nomondai's face had contorted into a sad expression, but she still had a small smile on her face. "While I am not comfortable with taking to you all now about it, I can assure you that I will talk about it eventually. After all, it is still only the first day of school. If you really want to know now though, just search me up. It's all public info." She seemed more relaxed when she was finished talking.

In return, the student looked more relieved that their question wasn't too emotionally triggering.

Once again, she clapped her heads, almost as in to ground herself. "Now then! If nobody has any more questions then we—"

"HELLO EVERYBODY!"

Stopping Mrs. Nomondai from speaking any further, a blue plush creature came from behind the podium to make its appearance. It's looked like a dragon version of a Monokuma. Wait... A MONOKUMA!?

One by one the entirety of the 1-A class started to collectively loose their marbles. It was like a bomb of anger and confusion hit the classroom.

"AHHHH KILL IT!! KILL WITH FIRE!" The student beside me said as they were currently climbing on top of their desk, shouting profanities while doing so. I wasn't to far behind copying them myself.

"DON'T WORRY I GOT THIS!" Another student started to grab for their lighter in their pocket. Wait, why do they have a lighter already?

"CLASS! CLASS! SEATTLE DOWN THIS INSTANT!" 

The teacher's voice once again rang through the classroom, but not everybody listened to her.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN ‘SEATTLE DOWN’!? THERE'S A MONOKUMA RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU!" A student yelled back, clearly neglecting the teacher's words.

Mrs. Nomondai's just sighed as she slapped her forehead, the sound echoing off of the walls. Everyone including myself took this as a sign to calm down. I tried to get off my desk with ease, but I just fell down instead. Luckily, nobody noticed because they all held their attention to the shivering creature beside our teacher.

With care, she picked up the dragon-like Monokuma and held them in her arms. "First of all, this is NOT a Monokuma. This is a Helpami, and his name is Sumami. They are the helpers around this school, so I demand you all to treat them with care."

The creature—no, the Helpami squirmed helplessly in her grasp. I think it felt bad for giving everybody a scare.

"I'm sorry Noto. I thought it was my time to appear..." The Helpami whined out.

"It's ok Suma. I thought you kids were told about the Helpami's, but clearly by your actions you weren't." The teacher huffed out, clearly annoyed at one of her staff mates.

Now that I think back to it, the only thing that was told about school's electronic help was about a system called Alter Ego, which was basically the school's more advanced version of another electronic helper.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Nomondai, we were only told about Alter Ego.." I remarked.

Once again, she had put on a disappointed expression. Because of my words, she leaned down to tell the Helpami something. The only words I could make out was 'Yasuhiro' and 'dumbass', which doesn't sound good for the long haired man.

"How come they are modeled after a Monokuma though..? Wouldn't that just scare everybody?" Another students said.

Our homeroom teacher looked like she has asked herself that question to herself or others many times. "They aren't modeled after a Monokuma, they are modeled after Usami actually, who is also somewhere around this school. The one who thought of this idea was actually Kazuichi, the school's Mechanic... under our noses.."

She looked almost mad for a second but then she just squeezed Sumami more for comfort. "Even though it scared the sh-CRAP out of us, I can't say that it wasn't a nice surprise. Like I said, they are the helpers of this school, and they are also given to all of the staff members to make the teaching job just a bit easier."

Everyone in the room seemed to feel a bit lighter at this revolution. They did at least look cute.

"So, um, there i-isn't like any actual real Monokumas on the s-school grounds, i-is there?" The kid who wore the hoodie asked.

She looked at the kid straight in the eyes. ".... no.."

The classroom tensed up once again. Ignoring this, the teacher again clasped her hands together in pure joy.

"Alrighty! Back to what I was saying before! If nobody has any more questions, then I think it is time that we get to know each other! Go around around the room and knock yourselves out! You can even ask me or Sumami more questions if you want! Just have fun, and be respectful!"

And with that, she gave out the peace sign and walked over to her podium, Sumami still in her arms. She's a bit weird, but I can tell she has good intentions... I think.

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