[Danwanron Hakomae] Hope synaesthesia

"Komaeda-senpai always stays out of everyone."

It is a winter night in my memory.

The light-colored snow is like a phantom created by the vision in the blurred lights, falling silently before the eyes, and it is so beautiful in the night that it is almost illusory.

Komaeda Nagito heard a familiar voice, and before he turned his head, the little guy came to his side. He was wearing a white hooded sweater, and a very long khaki cashmere scarf was wrapped around his neck. Faces were buried in tufts of fabric, looking terribly warm.

Miaomu stuffed a cup of freshly boiled, steaming milk into his hand, and a thin layer of milk skin formed on it, which wrinkled when shaken.

"I asked Hanamura-senpai to help warm it up... Komaeda-senpai didn't eat anything during the dinner, so my stomach won't be able to take it anymore."

"It's just that I don't have a good appetite tonight."

"Avoiding the important and neglecting the minor, the reason for the poor appetite is that the food is not suitable for the taste."

He was so familiar with his routines that he couldn't be more familiar, and even his words of complaint were so unceremonious.

"Every time I ask for everyone's opinions, Komaeda-senpai always says it's casual, and with such a casual look on his lips, in fact, when he encounters a finished product that he doesn't like, he will dislike it a hundred times in his heart."

"I was wrong." Komaeda smiled, and the light in his eyes softened slightly, "Because I like everything about Naegi-kun, so even things that I don't feel like before will fall in love with you. But if you change the object, the answer will be different .”

Don't say such double-standard words in such a confident tone.

The corner of Miao Mu's mouth twitched.

Reluctantly realizing the meaning of the confession, Naegi's cheeks burned, and before Komaeda didn't look over, he quickly buried his face in the scarf, the plush softly wrapped his skin, and the heat surrounded him warmly.

They were on the small balcony of an activity room in the student dormitory building. It was already very cold in midwinter. Although the snowflakes in the air were scattered, they still brought a cool feeling when they touched the skin.You can hear the bustle of the house behind you. Compared with the tranquility on the balcony side behind the curtains, the two sides seem to be separated into different worlds.

In terms of heart, Komaeda Nagito is actually not very suitable for an environment that is too lively.

He narrowed his eyes and stared at the porcelain cup he was holding carefully, and gently rubbed the mouth of the cup with his fingertips, the warm temperature spread from the palm of his hand to his heart.

"Ah, it seems that it's time to draw gifts."

During the student dinner on Christmas Eve and the regular gift exchange every year, the voices of people eager to try can already be heard.

"Is Komaeda-senpai really not going?"

"If I go, the winner of the best luck will not be expected." That was the case last year.

"But, maybe you won't get the best gift this time." Komaeda was stunned for a moment, he turned his head, his lover's beautiful eyelashes fluttered slightly, and his gray-green pupils stared at him, "I'm holding a gift and I'm sure." You will be prepared for the feeling that Komaeda-senpai will get it, wouldn't it be a pity if someone picks you up?"

This is really-

"If you really want to give it to me, Ms. Miaomu should give it to me directly." He teased him with a light smile, "I'm still looking forward to Mr. Miaogi personally delivering it to my door, ah——if Ms. Miaogi personally delivers it to my door , I would be happier."

The young man with a relatively pure mind was stunned for a while, and only later did he realize what Komaeda's last sentence meant when his own name was accentuated, and the roots of his ears burned.

"But, but, I also don't want to see Komaeda-senpai avoiding the opportunity to do activities with everyone because he is concerned about his talent." The way he stammered as he explained was also very cute, and there was something in his warm and clear eyes. The light shone slightly, "Luck should bring you joy...not a burden."

Hopeful little guy.

Komaeda laughed happily, stretched out his hand to lift his chin, his slender fingers traced the outline of the jawbone, his movements unconsciously revealed intimacy and possessiveness that could not be concealed.

Seedling looked at him inexplicably. Although he hadn't realized it yet, his eyes were wide open and his expression was tense, like a herbivore facing a hunter—or maybe it was instinctively expecting something As if, he raised his head, Komaeda nodded slightly and kissed the corner of his lips.

You are the luck that makes me most happy.

In the end, Okami Sakura’s class referee came to an end safely. The cause of the fighter’s death was that he chose to kill himself in order to eliminate the disputes among his companions—this result was completely beyond everyone’s expectations, and may even overturn a certain society. Maybe the idea that some people have always believed in.

The self-interested triumphalism advocated by modern people seems so narrow under her noble spirit, which can be seen from the extremely rare shock and wavering on the face of the noble son Shishen Baiye.

It also made Asahina Aoi, who always thought that her friend was forced by her companions and chose to die disheartened, cry on the spot. She was ready to avenge Okami Sakura and drag everyone to another world to atone for her friends, but Unexpectedly, the truth turned out to be that he, who claimed to be her best friend, had completely trampled on her heart. She was almost overwhelmed by shame and remorse, and excessive guilt.

Also, the actions of Nagito Komaeda, the holder of another bottle of poison at the scene of the crime, was also exposed by Kyoko Kirikiri.

Komaeda did not make any excuses for his actions, and even his trademark gentle smile did not change in any way. This normal behavior itself indicated some kind of abnormality of this person—he was seen by most people This is especially true when the skepticism still holds the tone of "hope" full of eccentric fanaticism.

Behind the unusually optimistic and hearty performance, there seems to be some kind of darkness that oppresses people's spirits and makes them breathless, endless darkness, this kind of indifference and indifference to everything about himself, makes him feel like he is indifferent. People couldn't help but shuddered.

They all set their sights on Makoto Sapling at the same time.

Not only because of the special relationship between the two, but now that she has experienced so many school-level referees, if Kirikiri is recognized by everyone for her overly keen insight and reasoning ability, then Naegi is relying on him. His perseverance and persistence have been recognized by everyone.

An intangible spirit that actually exists and inspires everyone, unknowingly makes this person dazzling and reliable, like a light source that guides them forward, just like forming a complete opposite with his lover. extreme.

Even Wuqie was silent, she watched his actions critically.

But Naegi surprisingly didn't say anything.

After the referee was over, he grabbed Komaeda's wrist, said goodbye to the others with a normal expression, and the two figures disappeared into the corner of the corridor together.

"It's really bad, dear Miaomu." Ye Yin scratched the back of his head, "The rules of cannibalism just protect that guy. If he doesn't do it himself, we can't solve him in the referee, and the life of Miaomuqin is at stake. It's closely related again..."

"It's better not to think about dangerous ideas." Wuqie said calmly, "If you follow the thinking of the mastermind behind the scenes, you will fall into a trap."

Sometimes Asahina admires Kirikiri's calmness and rationality, but more often than not, her emotional drive forces her to take a different stand.

"But, that person Komaeda is not thinking normally at all—" she couldn't help retorting.

"Although I don't agree with his idea, I don't deny that his actions are feasible to some extent." She looked away, and some complex emotions surged deep in her deep pupils, "Koma Nagito, he's a fanatic of reason, a crazy schemer."

Wuqie seemed to think of something, she paused suddenly.

"If you don't want to be unlucky ghosts who get involved for no reason, it's best to let the two of them solve the problem by themselves."

Makoto Naegi walked very fast.

There was an aura similar to wanting to leave everything behind, Komaeda was led away by him step by step, his eyes fell on the broken hair on the back of the young man's head that jumped up as he moved forward, a section of fair neck was looming, he couldn't help Consciously in a trance.

"Stop doing things that hurt yourself, Komaeda-senpai."

When Komaeda Nagito was planning, he actually thought a lot unconsciously, such as the actions that Ogami Sakura might make, and the possible reactions of saplings afterwards.Although the logic of the plan is smooth, there are many loopholes in the implementation link intentionally or unintentionally. Because of his talent, unplanned changes have long been commonplace, so he simply doesn't plan too much.

Combined with the fact that he explored several locations after the incident, generally speaking, Ogami Sakura's choice is still within his mental preparation... The unexpected part lies in the attitude of the sapling.

He didn't expect that the first words he said to him would be "don't hurt yourself".

It wasn't questioning, nor was it sad, he thought he knew him well, but at this moment, Komaeda realized that he couldn't even guess what sapling was thinking at the moment.

"...Remember?" His eyes flickered slightly, and he asked with a smile.

"..." Naegi paused, his fingers gripping Komaeda's wrist suddenly tightened slightly, and he shook his head.

"It's a pity." He sighed with a smile.

"……sorry."

"Well, it doesn't matter."

His mood fluctuated violently in just a few seconds.

Makoto closed his eyes and let out a very slow breath.

"I'm sorry, my actions were too reckless." He apologized again, "The matter of AlterEgo was well hidden, but I took it to the hidden room discovered by Wuqie to connect to the external network. The black hand behind the scenes found out."

Seedling was referring to AlterEgo being executed by Monokuma after the school grade referee.

Komaeda shook his head lightly: "Sapling-kun, there's no need to blame yourself too much. Huge profits come with huge risks. You just lost a bet this time...it won't be so next time." In his words It seems to be implying something.

Seedling didn't speak, and only the echo of the footsteps of the two could be heard in the empty corridor. It was a little messy and hurried at first, but then gradually converged.

"The man behind the scenes has been cornered."

When opening the door of the dormitory, Komaeda heard his low voice from a very close distance.

"In the case of Ogami-san, Asahina-san was misled by the fake death news to frame everyone... This is the first time it has caused such a big interference in our search."

The closed door blocked the light, and the light illuminated by the lamp was swallowed up by the darkness together with the extended figure on the ground.

Seedling turned around and hugged Komaeda, he hugged his lover's neck with almost urgency, raised his face and kissed his slightly cool lips.

There has never been such a moment of reconciliation, unwilling to miss our most important time, unwilling to stop you with your own hands when you were planning to sacrifice yourself, unwilling to truly empathize with your sorrow and pain.

Kiss, touch, enter, but it's not enough—

Wanting to open up completely, wanting to understand you completely, to be one with you.

"Can you tell me...the past and memories that belong to Nagito Komaeda and Makoto Naegi."

"……it is good."

From sapling Makoto's 15 to 17 years old.

It is said that two years have been missed, but in fact, the two of them were only together for the first year.

A short but long year, a year full of memories.

"If you want me to say, there are many trivial things, but when you think about it together, there is actually nothing to say."

His fingers ran through the young man's soft hair, and there was a gentle arc around his lips.

"It's just a very ordinary daily life... the daily life with Miao Mu-kun. There is not too much magnificence, and the only feeling it brings is satisfaction and fulfillment. Even in novels, there are plots that may be dismissed as too plain, It’s this kind of too leisurely campus life.”

Komaeda looked down, Naegi stared at him with his clear eyes, he turned his hands over, and gently covered the boy's eyes with his palms.

"I want to know." Naogi grabbed his wrist without moving, but tightened his grip emphatically, and repeated, "I want to know, that is my memory."

Komaeda smiled silently.

"Confirm again... Did the lost memory start from the first grade?"

"Ah."

"Then start from that day. After the entrance ceremony presided over by Mr. Principal is over, I will wait for you at the gate of the gymnasium. You and your new classmates will walk out of it together..."

"I'll introduce my new classmate to Komaeda-senpai."

"Well, everyone is very friendly. However, it seems that Fukawa-san and Yamada-san were a little irritated."

"...I always feel that it is conceivable."

Fingers clasped, fingers interlaced, the other's temperature was transmitted through the thin skin, and it blended with his own body temperature, gradually becoming indistinguishable from each other.

"and then?"

"Then……"

Lack of greed, hard to fill desire, don't want to miss every minute and second with you.

Because I care, even the passage of time has become cruel.I don't remember who said that the more you gain, the more you lose.If their past is destined to become an irretrievable twilight left in the past, which can only be eroded into yellowed old memories as time changes, what existence can prove that they really have each other? Woolen cloth?

A feeling of panic welled up in his heart, and the seedling was almost drowning in this emotion.

I must have lost you, was hit to the point of collapse, was squeezed by the heavy pain and couldn't breathe, and was stuck in a horrible nightmare all day long.

"The next year, what happened?"

Finally, I still asked it, asking that question that had been crazily avoided all the time, it was like uncovering a scab that never healed with my own hands, and deteriorating pus flowed out from the wound.

"Separated."

The temples throbbed, as if the fragile and slender brain nerves were repeatedly hit by a giant hammer, and the head ached like never before.

"……why?!"

Anger, and unspeakable grievances, the turbulent emotions rushed left and right, and there was no outlet to vent.

"Sapling-kun."

He widened his eyes, and the white-haired boy in his pupils showed a smile that made him feel a little far away. Finally, in this strange smile, he faced up to the invisible and intangible but actual barriers. Komaeda's fingers Gently caressing his side face, deep in the gray-green eyes revealed an emotion that was resisted by his intuition, the desolation was like the ashes after being forged into ashes, only a very bright and hot spark remained in it. The end flickers.

"For the last hope."

hope?

"I don't understand." He stubbornly clenched the skirt of his clothes, with an expression as if he was about to cry out of being bullied, with stubborn brows, "Why do you want me to be separated from Komaeda-senpai? Such a thing... I Can't agree."

"Only after experiencing the darkest and deepest despair, can the greatest and brightest hope be born." Komaeda pulled his hand away, with a hint of blame in his eyes, "I didn't expect you, Naegi-kun, to forget."

What—is it because of such a reason to expect him to remember the past?

"Try to break through the predicament with your own strength." He said softly, with a hint of cruelty in his gentleness, "Mr. Sapling, you are no longer a child."

I don't know when I fell asleep, I just remember that they talked for a long time, and finally died without a problem.The darkness is unchanging and endless, and the sun outside cannot dispel the darkness here, and even the passage of time becomes meaningless, and what it brings is only the increasing burden and exhaustion on the body and mind.

I vaguely feel that the nightmare has been entangled all night, and there is an extremely familiar feeling.In my impression, Makoto Naogi seemed to see a raging fire, a huge raging fire that burned his vision, accompanied by weeping from nowhere and howling from a far away place, everything was like a purgatory on earth.

Scarlet blood remained on the retina for a long time, broken bones, corpses, and the fallen figures of people who should be familiar but unfamiliar.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Naegi-kun, everyone in the second grade has already..." The distant cry seemed to come from another world.

For no reason, a term that has long been imprinted in the depths of my mind emerged.

"The biggest and worst hopeless event in history".

Not a fantasy, he had experienced it himself.

When he woke up the next day, he had already fallen asleep to the black and white bear broadcast that was notified regularly.

He had obviously rested, but the feeling of exhaustion was still lingering, as if he had never fallen asleep at all.

Seeing that there was no one beside him, Naegi was not surprised. He raised his arm to cover his forehead, and slowly closed his eyes again.

I didn't think about anything for a moment.

It was as if a big hole had been torn open in my heart, and the wind gushed in, nothing obstructed, nothing appeared, and the inside was empty.

There is a feeling of being so empty that you have nowhere to use your energy.

He put on his clothes and got up, washed slowly, then packed up his clothes and went to the restaurant for dinner.

In stark contrast to his light spirit, his heavy body seemed to show a certain sense of dislocation. He felt like a ghost about to leave his body, because of the restraint of his body, he was uncomfortable and at a loss... maybe Is this a manifestation of his desire to escape reality?Seedling was distracted.

He had long missed the breakfast meeting at the agreed meeting, but someone kindly left a piece of food for it.

Seedling sat down on the seat with gratitude, and before he picked up the knife and fork, the sound of mist cutting came from behind him.

"You got up late enough, has it become a habit to be late?"

Seeing the shoulders of the brown-haired boy visibly shake, she raised her eyebrows with a hint of ridicule in her eyes.

"Or, did you consume too much energy?"

"Mist, Mister Kirikiri!" Naogi glanced at her in embarrassment, paused for a while, and the boy's voice was as thin as a mosquito, "Please don't make fun of me..."

Wuqie stared at him intently for a while.

"Dark circles are very heavy..." She stated without emotion, "In this environment, you'd better take care of your body more. Do less irrational things."

"Hmm, um! Thank you for your concern." Seedling nodded flattered.

"It's nothing, it's just advice from a companion." Kirigori narrowed his eyes, and suddenly smiled, "Then, tell me, the information you got after exchanging with Komaeda Nagito."

That's why Makoto Naegi is sometimes afraid of Kyoko Kirikiri. When she wakes up, the things she really wants to avoid are brought out by her crisp words.

She asked him a bitter face at once, his eyes were weak and helpless, and the air around him became depressed due to his grief.

"I advise you to keep an eye on him more. Even though it's just an intuition now, I think that person is about to endure the limit. If you don't want to regret it forever in the future, now is not the time to lose your temper."

"I didn't lose my temper..." Naegi turned her head away, with a sad expression on her face, "But I don't know exactly how, I think Komaeda-senpai doesn't seem to like me very much now."

"... Oh?" ​​Wuqie paused for a moment, and actually raised the corners of his lips in a playful way, "Cheated?"

"...That's not it!" The corner of Miaomu's mouth twitched, his eyes drifted away for a moment, and he gritted his teeth suddenly, "If I could remember what happened before, I wouldn't be so helpless now."

The purple-haired girl was taken aback.

"You...can't remember?" She asked hesitantly.

"Eh?" Naegi raised his head in surprise, his eyes reflected Kirikiri's rare trance-like expression, "Did Kirikiri-san notice it too?"

"I didn't realize it, but I knew it from the beginning." Wuqiri took a deep look at him, "Before the entrance ceremony, from the time I woke up in the classroom, I lost all my memories. Except Except for all the useful and useless reserves of knowledge stored in my mind, I know nothing about my origin, talents, and everything about my past."

"That's why Kirikiri-san didn't tell us about your talent, because you can't remember at all..." Naegi's eyes widened.

"That's right." She admitted bluntly.

He thought that everyone trapped here was in the same situation as himself, but unexpectedly, Wuqie lost all her past memories.Memory loss is more than a simple loss of something. Why does it happen to everyone?

Although there is a hypothesis that is beyond common sense, if the academy known as the cradle of super high school elites is used as the stage background, the possibility of it happening is not impossible.

It was the mastermind behind the scenes who used some means to take away their memories.

But what's the point of doing so?Whether it is to retain memory or lose memory, facing the current situation of being imprisoned inside the academy, they will definitely choose to escape from here.Could it be to prevent everyone from killing each other because they know each other well?But according to the bad thinking of the mastermind behind the scenes, he should be more looking forward to watching the people with deep feelings turn against each other.

And the situation of Kirikiri-san... She should be the only one who doesn't know anything about her talent.

The only exception is that there is some kind of message that is cared about or feared by the black hand behind the scenes in this difference.

Seedling Mugiri was hesitating to say something, when Kirikiri's eyes flickered slightly, she pressed his shoulder with one hand, increased the strength suggestively, and stared deeply into his eyes:

"Maybe we can exchange information next time. I suddenly remembered that there is a place on the newly opened floor that is worth investigating. Let's go first."

Newly opened floors...

After the fourth school-level referee, Monokuma opened the gate leading to the fifth floor of the teaching building as usual.As soon as Sapling came to this floor, he noticed a different atmosphere from the first four floors. The quietness here made people panic subconsciously.

In fact, it should be the place where he once came.

Is there such an inexplicable feeling because of something that happened here?

He looked around, and found a place that was different from the previous fourth floor.

"There are no more stairs going up, that is to say, the fifth floor is the top floor." He looked at it as he walked, laughing at himself, "It really feels like the end is about to begin soon."

A Japanese-style martial arts arena, a sealed biology classroom, and an indoor greenhouse where countless plants are cultivated.

Seedling squatted in the small warehouse in the greenhouse, picked up a long hoe on the ground, turned it over, and found that the words "Mu Wei, Ci, Afraid of Daya Textured Soil" were written on the handle.

It's... the slogan of the Bosozoku organization that Owada-san and his brother carried out together.

Seedling's pupils shrank, and his fingers trembled unconsciously. He took a deep breath, turned the camera behind his back, and put the hoe back in place.

He was hiding something in his heart, and the next search would inevitably be a little dazed.It may be that other students have already investigated the fifth floor while he was still asleep, and the quiet floor only smells the movement of him alone.Seedling searched the last teaching building, remembering that there were no useful clues in the classrooms on the previous floors, he opened the door without paying much attention—

Seedling slowly opened his eyes wide, shock, astonishment, panic, and horror intertwined in his eyes, and the blood on his face disappeared in an instant.

Subconsciously took a step back, the shoe stepped on a reddish brown and black stain, it was not an illusion, but a thick feeling completely different from the colder ground... His face turned blue, and he bent over and covered his lips .

His eyes were dark, and he desperately suppressed the desire to retch, as if the world was spinning in dizziness.

"Tch, troublesome guy."

In the chaos, as if someone helped him, Naogi took a step back, sat down on the ground in the corridor outside the classroom door, raised his head in a daze, Shishen Baiye crossed his arms and looked down at him impatiently.

"Ten, ten gods!" He said in surprise.

"Hmm." Your young master looked at him standing up slowly, frowned for a moment, and "hummed" with some disgust, "What an ugly face."

"Uh, I'm sorry..." Sapling smiled wryly.

To his surprise, except for this not-so-sarcastic ridicule, Shishen didn't show anything else.He stood by the door of the classroom, looking faintly into the room.

"The student classrooms on the highest floor are arranged according to the arrangement of ordinary colleges and universities. The first floor is for first-year students, the second floor is for second-grade students, the third floor is for third-grade students, and the fourth and fifth floors will be used as places for some activity courses. And the activity room of the club, especially the place on the fifth floor, is usually the place where the student union convenes activities."

The eyes shifted inch by inch, and there were large areas of black and brown stains all over the classroom floor, some of them looked like they had flowed and accumulated into pools, and some were like splashes. A disgusting strange smell lingered in it, dirty and stuffy. Suffocating and smelly, the desks, chairs and utensils in the classroom were all damaged to varying degrees and could not be used, and the wreckage and broken wood were piled up indiscriminately.

Among them, the most frightening thing is the outline of a human figure drawn with white lines in the room, which seems to be the last death of the people who have died here.

"There must have been an unimaginable massacre." The ten gods looked away and stated lightly.

Yes, the level of this kind of incident can already be called a massacre. The value of human life and the dignity of personality have been completely trampled and crushed, just like the humblest ants and the most stupid livestock were slaughtered.

At night, the corridor on the first floor of the teaching building.

Makoto Miaomu walked to the door of the audio-visual room, stopped suddenly, raised his head, and stared at the camera above.

"Hey! Monokuma! You must be looking at me! Come out!"

His shouts echoed in the empty corridor. In the deep night, the fear of loneliness and the cold air stimulated the senses together. The blood in his body seemed to be gradually boiling. He took a deep breath, and a clear and icy feeling filled his chest cavity , the mind became more and more energetic amidst the faint trembling.

"Hey--"

"Oh, what are you yelling about here in the middle of the night, Miaomu-kun?" The black and white bear that came out of nowhere tilted its head to look at him, and its ridiculous black bean eyes shone with a cold and inorganic light, "Now It's already night time, didn't you guys make some boring rules that don't allow you to go out for activities? Ahhh——" Its voice suddenly became excited, and beads of sweat appeared on its head, as if it was panting heavily with excitement, "Huh Phew, could it be that Naegi-kun decided to do it this time? It's so exciting that my heart is burning! Look, I'm so hot that I'm about to shoot it!"

"I don't have time to chat with you."

An unnatural blush appeared on Naegi's cheeks, but his tone was very tough, completely different from when he first came here, staring down at Monokuma.

"You can monitor every corner of this academy, Monokuma, tell me where Komaeda-senpai has gone now."

"Oh?" The robot doll tilted its head cutely, and reacted for a while, as if it had violated the authority by this righteous request, it suddenly showed an angry face, "Why! Why should I listen to you? ! But it’s just a seedling, and it doesn’t even have any respect for the principal! A student like you who is too obsessed with love and ruins a decent school life should be severely punished!”

"Can't you do it? Or do you know but don't want to tell me?" He asked slowly, "Black and white bear, will you lie to me?"

The doll suddenly stopped its exaggerated performance, and it suddenly fell silent.

"Ugh! Puff puff puff——"

Makoto Naegi watched it silently.

"Very good, very good question. As a reward for such a lovely Naegi-kun who gave me surprise performances again and again, I will answer you directly this time."

Monokuma raised his head and grinned.

"He disappeared. After leaving your dormitory last night, the camera in the corridor unexpectedly experienced an aging circuit failure. It is really annoying luck. After the camera was repaired, he suddenly disappeared. I don’t know. Hiding in a blind spot—maybe planning to kill someone. Sapling-kun, don’t you think you should act cautiously in the future?”

"It's useless to sow dissension." Naegi said, but clenched her fingers tightly, "Komaeda-senpai will never hurt me."

"Puff puff -- such a blind and confident appearance is also very cute." Monokuma covered his mouth and laughed, "Then, I'll vomit blood and broadcast a precious exclusive information. Komaeda Nagito, Hope Students of the 77th class of Feng Academy, super high school-level lucky, if I tell you that such a gentle and reliable lover senior in Sapling-kun's mind has another identity, will your thoughts change?"

You can't listen to it, you can't believe it, this is the black and white bear's provocation, this is its motive to want us to kill each other.

"A new identity full of surprises and suspense! Let's show off the ribbons, salutes, etc.—" It stood on tiptoe and happily spun around, "Its name! Super high school level—Despair!"

Seedling's head was covered, and he involuntarily took half a step back.