#Akahoshi Katsuki

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Two knocks in rapid succession. On the other side was a girl with twigs in her brown hair, and scratched arms. Despite the fact they looked like they had just woken up and fallen through a tree, they seemed pretty happy. @ask-despair-ultimate

The chatter on the other side of the door was easily drowned out by the sound of several dozen ducks quacking non-stop. It wasn't a loud noise but it was one to shock anyone who didn't know any better. White brown and green feathers littered the lawn and the trash bin that sat at the front of the gates was filled with even more.

After a few bitter words were uttered and who they came from getting snapped at by one of the many birds, the lock was twisted and the door opened. Behind it was not the cheerful redhead that Lily knew but a boy with shaggy gray hair and a glint of confusion in his eyes.

"Hey there," he greeted. He bent down to her level, a arm resting on his bended knee as he smiled. The sight of the little forest child was amusing at least, adorable at most. And while he would have love to pick the twigs from her hair, he had guess that she was more than fine with them being there.

"How can I help you?"

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"My aren't you the sweetest?"

Without warning, Chiyo took Mikan's hands into her own. Her hold was tender, squeezing slightly to assure that she was as friendly as she was affectionate.

"We're more then happy to be your friends, dearest Mikan! Mhm! Yes, yes indeed!"

As she said that the silver haired Katsuki popped out from behind her with a wave.

"Hi there! It's nice to meet you, Mikan."

P-Promo?

Cluttered clinging noises can be heard as someone makes their way over, clumsily albeit. The long haired figure kneels down, her body caked in shadows for a moment. “O-Ooooh, why won’t it work? Did I hook it up w-wrong? Nggh.. I should’ve asked for h-help..! Someone like me could never-!”

The camera flicked on without warning, startling the girl.

“Hyaaah!!” Mikan squealed, jolting back and nearly falling. “Ah, I’m sorry! I wasn’t p-prepared! Hehehe… he..!” She clambered back to her feet, awkwardly laughing.

“Hello there… um.. m-my name is Mikan Tsumiki, I’m the U-Ultimate Nurse..!” She introduces herself, giving some form of finality to her words, even though she looked unsure.

“I-I hope with all my heart we can get along…! Um… you all wouldn’t mind giving me a promo, would you? I-If it’s not a bother!”

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*pouts, glaring at Kenji* You’re just jealous no one wants to look at your thighs *hugs Mantaro tightly*

"No one was talking about thighs! The narrator was talking about his d-"

Katsuki was quick to cover little Mimi's ears, quickly covering the Ikebana's obscene choice of words with a pretty loud "Dachshund!" Seemed like a pretty fitting choice. Since.. You know.. They were known as weiner dogs.

Either way, nice save Katsuki.

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Isa! Do a flip!

Almost immediately, the cheerleader distanced herself from the small group of classmates she was talking with. She held out her hands and took a breath. After a moment of silence, she leaned and backflipped back into where she was standing before.

"Ohh!!" "Ohh!!!" "And it's a 10! It's a 10!!"

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"Welcome! I hope you have a nice time here!"

The boy waved, smiling cheerfully.

"It's nice to meet you, Wren. I'm Katsuki Akahoshi, the Ultimate Motivational Singer."

The Hand Dealt (Promo)

“Alright, almost done. Now why is the video not working?”

The voice on the other side makes it extremely difficult to tell who it is, due to the lack of any masculine or feminine tone. Granted, that doesn’t matter, since no one should know who this is, but still. Anyways, the sounds of the camera being messed with can be heard. After a moment, the video feed turns on.

“There we go! Alright, show time.”

Soon, the person comes into view.

“Alright. Hi everyone! I’m Wren. I’m trying out this blog thing because I thought it would be fun. Also I…may or may not be looking for someone.”

“With that being said, can I have a promo?!”

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What sorta food does Chiyo and Katsuki eat?

"I have a minor peanut allergy so I tend to stay away from that."

"Otherwise, I'm pretty open to everything! I think I can consider myself a bit of an adventurous eater!!"

"We both are! When you've been in so many different households and countries you get to try all types of food! I gotta say, I am a great fan of Scandinavian cuisine. It's such a shame there isn't any restaurants nearby."

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Please send me strength as I begin classes tomorrow and I wanna CRYYYYYY

"Good luck, Ibby-onee!!"

"Make sure to assert ya dominance over the principal!!!! Take over the school!!!"

"Don't listen to her. Please stay careful. Social distancing is your greatest power."

"It'll be fine! Don't stress too much over it, okay?"

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Katsuki: Day 20 of quarantine..

Amai: *frantically baking macarons while there are 20+ trays of macarons around the kitchen*

Yuka: *pacing and solving her 121st rubix cube, occasionally bumping into walls*

Kenji: *singing "I Won’t Say I’m In Love" passionately to a lamp while crying and acting out every single scene while doing so*

Yori: *Rocking back and forth drinking his 35th cup of coffee*

Toru: *Smacking herself with her fist*

Isabella: *frantically stroking Hisai's hair on the couch* We're fine

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I'm flat broke but I don't care, I strut right by with my tail in the air

"Wait a minute. That's Stray Cat Strut isn't it? The song from the 80s I believe?

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Roll Call

Hope’s Peak Academy, a government-sanctioned school designed to raise talented students into becoming the world leaders of the future. Presidents, detectives, artists of all kinds; only the best of the best came to this school and will come out ready to take a hold of their lives and careers. This school has been around for generations and has produced results that any other school can only dream of. Needless to say, Hope’s Peak is a serious school with students that are just as serious about their futures.

“Takemura-kun! Please, for the last time, you can NOT throw ANYONE in the air!”

“Akahoshi-kun! Hallid- No! Stop writing on his face!”

“Ren! Please leave Daichi alone! You’re going to make him uncomfortable!”

A frustrated cry was what escaped the class president’s lips. Despite her calls for action, her classmates simply just ignored her, if anything they amplified their shenanigans. Except the first, the massively-built weightlifter put the red-headed girl that was in his arms down. But not long after, he was picking up another and giving them the same treatment.

As a junior prosecutor, Mayako had many experiences dealing with troublesome clients both on the defending and attacking ends of a courtroom. But for some damn reason, she couldn’t handle the 13 other students in her own class. The two that sat next to her, however, were never a problem. They were undoubtedly the best behaved out of the group. But that didn’t mean they couldn’t cause their own chaos.

“How long do you think it’ll take for us to get to roll?” One was Einosuke Sato, the Ultimate Informant. His long legs were propped up against the empty desk in front of him, his arms crossed behind his head. His smug smile made Mayako want to punch him, just as it has every other day. The two had known each other for a quite a while, sadly, so she could easily recognize the smile in his voice without having to look at him.

“Depends on when she decides to use her prosecutor voice.” The other was Yuka Mukami, the Ultimate Chessplayer. She was more like a child to the prosecutor rather than a best friend, but no one would say that to her face. Her irritable personality repelled most but her quiet nature and adorable stature is what made up for it. She had grown close to Mayako in a matter of weeks and became a clingy child to her. Maya didn’t mind as she knew when to back off.

To be honest, it was an accomplishment that she managed to keep the everyone in the room but Mayako had to keep a close eye because there were wanderers. With everything that was going on, there were many prime chances to sneak off and out of the homeroom. The door was kicked open, attracting the attention of a few. A brown blur flew in, immediately attaching itself onto the singer’s chair. It was a brown falcon. But the creature was not as fierce as one may seem. The minute Akashoshi moved close enough, it began to rub and bury its head into his being.

But speaking of wanderers..

“Katsuki~! Mum made lunch for you again,” a rather cheerful voice rang. A tall young woman with shining violet hair bounced through the door, her characteristically goofy smile on her face. The moment her eyes landed on her boyfriend, she clapped enthusiastically and ran over to him, to give him a bone crushing hug.

Their height difference was comical, as she towered over him with her three to four inch heels. But their love was as charming as it was sickening. And for Mayako, it was mostly sickening.

“There’s Kageyama-san..” The class president tiredly snatched the roll sheet from her desk. There were 16 names, eight of each gender. She couldn’t count based on voices as there was constant talking and extra noises. But when she looked up.

Thirteen, fourteen, fifthteen.. …. Fifthteen? Sigh..

“Missin’ someone?” She nodded. That means she had to call roll to find the outlier.

Standing from her seat, Mayako strutted to the front. She stood behind the oak podium, preparing to make her case against the defendants, the class. If she wanted to get their attention, she needed to forcibly take it. She flashed a serious look at Yuka and Einosuke. That was their signal for them to cover their ears.

Breath in…  Breath out… The prosecutor's eyes shot open and her form stiffened. If only she had a gavel to prove her point.

“CLASS IS IN SESSION.”

Her voice boomed throughout the classroom, silencing all others. All eyes were on her and she, for the moment, became the judge.

“Akahoshi Katsuki, the Ultimate Motivational Singer.”

Removing himself from Chiyo’s chest, the silver-haired boy flashed a smile. “Here!”

Check.

“Azamuku Daichi, the Ultimate Narrator.”

“Here…” It was soft but she definitely heard it. She didn’t want to press the wallflower any further.

Check.

“Halliday Lola, the Ultimate Volcanologist.”

A toothy grin and a thumbs up was all that came from the girl. Mayako glanced at her for a second. “Please say here next time.”

Check.

“Hanabi Ren, the Ultimate Lifeguard.”

“Here~!” She sat against the wall near Daichi, poking at his feeble frame every so often, to his dismay.

Check.

“Himura Amai, the Ultimate Wife.”

“She’s here!” A boy sitting next to the redhead called out while she just waved.

Check.

Looking at the name, she sighed. Sensing her slight annoyance, all of the other girls, plus a few boys, sighed along with her. A joint thought ran through their heads. Kenji..

“.... Inoue Kenji, the Ultimate Ikebana Artist.”

“Maya-chan, have I told you how sexy I think the way you say my name is?”

“Just say here!” There was a collective cry.

“Miyo-” Before Mayako could call out his “handler”, the Ikebana Artist was sent into a small frenzy. “Here! Here! Here!” He sighed a little before glancing at a girl with pink tail bulbs. Remembering the last times she was called to handle him, he pulled the collar of his jacket in a poor attempt to cover his face.

“Thank you..” Check. “Kageyama Chiyo, the Ultimate Occultist.”

“Here darling~,” the bubbly voice from before hummed. Check.

“Marin Toru, the Ultimate Sailor.” There was a silence that followed. “Marin Toru. ... “ Ah but of course. How could Maya not realize the significant lack of swearing within the chaotic mix of voices. There’s our outlier.

“Alright, since I have to go looking for her, let’s get through this fast.” The class nodded, some returning to their conversations. Einosuke smirked, looking off into the crowd of students. He had to hold back a chuckle, waiting for the disaster to come.

“Miyoshi Isabella, the Ultimate Cheerleader.”

“Here!” Kenji’s handler cheered.

“Yuka.” “Hm.”

“Sanae Hisai, the Ultimate Tactician.” “Annyeong!”

“Einosuke.” “You know it.”

“Sugawara Yori, The Ultimate Theme Park Ac-”

“I’m here,” a dull voice interrupted. It was always entertaining to know the significant difference between him and his princely persona.

“Takemura Mantaro, The Ultimate Weightlifter.”

“I am here, Miss Nakajima!”

Not like I could say you weren’t.

“And Tokuma Fujio, the Ultimate Socialite.”

“Here.” A nicely dressed young man waved with a grin. He was the one that called for Amai.

Now that everyone was accounted for, Mayako could turn in the sheet and go find the sailor. She sighed, happy to get the rough part of the day out of the way. And as annoying as it was to go find her classmate, she wasn’t too bothered by it. The weather outside was quite nice and she could always use the exercise. There were few places Toru could be found, one of them being the nearby docks. So maybe she could start there.

“Class is adjourned.” While I’m out, I should also get a gavel.

“Oi oi oi! Look fucking here-” Huh? The white haired prosecutor turned to the voice. She could have sworn Toru was gone. She called her name and even looked around the room. “I guess I don’t fuckin’ exist to you.”

The smallest of the class stomped her way over, her face scarlet in anger. Steam was basically coming from her ears as she cracked her knuckles. It was but wasn’t so strange that Mayako managed to overlook her. She was easily over towered by their fellow classmates, Mayako included.

The blonde sailor growled. “I’ll make you fucking stop existing you prissy-ass tall bi-”

Her threats were watered down by her small frame. Rather than an intimidating bulldog or any other large dog, Toru seemed more like a small chihuahua. Mayako, unphased by the sailor’s constant swearing and threats, took out a pen and checked her for attendance. “Forgive me, Marin-san. It won’t happen again.”

“Ah-! You ignoring me now? You think you’re better than me?!” She was now.

“Einosuke, you’re in charge. I’ll be back.” Mayako opened the sliding door closest and started to walk out.

“Oi oi! Get your ass back here! Mayako! Mayako! Get ba-” The screams of a small sailor echoed throughout the hallway. With how often this happens, the other classes didn’t even bother to check out the commotion.

Thousands of students with extraordinary talents were on a spectrum as wild as anyone could imagine. Personalities that would otherwise clash come together to make a Hope’s Peak class. And the chaos wasn’t simply catered towards them, as this was a normal day within every building of Hope’s Peak Academy.

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miss maggie, kenji says hes confident you wont leave him. i dont think he'll take any requests to stop seriously if he hasnt before. maybe if he believed you would leave him he might stop? i wish you luck either way

"I-I.."

Those who were missing came back at the mass text sent by the lifeguard herself. At first, a few shrugged it off, thinking it was just another attempt at controversy. But a nice pic of the sobbing young lady was more than enough to convince them otherwise. (Those who cared anyway)

"If you knew he's cheating on you, why are you still together?"

"That's something I'd like to know as well."

Magnolia stood a bit aways from the class, obviously a bit overwhelmed by the sudden increase of bodies. Them, plus the anons that appeared, made it harder for her to be comfortable in the classroom.

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Okay I have formed the Fujio protection squad who’s willing to join

Amai raised her hand, waving it excitedly.

"You got my vote."

"Same here!!"

"Can we make it a protection squad for everyone?"

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What does he like?

"He likes to we-"

Hd paused again only to sigh at the same message. What he used to think was quirky and comical now only taunting him and stressing him out much more than it really should have. He tsked and went to call again.

"Katsu-darling, please.. You've been calling him for nearly two hours," Chiyo put her hand over the screen, slowly pulling it away from him.

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Headlines.

The news wasn’t something that Chiyo was very interested in since, for most of her childhood, it was always about someone close to her passing away. The process has slowed but she still fears the day that it happens once again, thus granting her a lack of interest in it, a fear almost.

Her boyfriend, on the other hand, was a social media wizard. He always was up-to-date with the latest gossip whether it be political, personal or news about his fellow celebrities. Being the thoughtful boy he was, though, he always steered clear of mentioning much to his occult beauty. That’s why it was a shock to the both of them when the singer suddenly shoot up from his seat.

“Honey-senpai?!”

The class turned their focus on him.

“’Honey-senpai’,” Chiyo asked, her face twisted to one of worry at his sudden outburst. She’s never heard of this “Honey-senpai” but, seeing how distraught he was put a sense of unease in her.

“Honey! The-the singer! He-He’s my senpai!” Katsuki frantically shoved his phone screen into her hands. He put a hand to his forehead, taking a moment to fully take in the headline. Taking a deep breath, Chiyo began to read out loud.

“’Controversial Popstar “Honey” Missing’.. Haruki Dewbourne, otherwise known as the controversial popstar “Honey” has been declared missing after last being seen or heard from in three days. The police report has been put in by his family, which solidifies the confirmation that he is, in fact, missing.”

“Wow you mean like, THAT Honey? Isn’t he like some creep?”

Katsuki sighed, obviously fed up with the outlandish rumors. He wasn’t surprised that Ren would believe them, she believed anything that’d generate some sort of gossip or drama.

 “He’s not. None of those lies you’ve heard are true. He’s a good guy and that’s why I’m worried about him. He wouldn’t just “suddenly” disappear. Not without telling me first at least.” Chiyo stood to her feet, setting a slender hand onto his shoulder. He was getting really riled up and it was starting to stress the both of them out. The singer sighed and placed his hand over hers. 

“If you’re so worried, then why don’t you call him,” Chiyo offered, holding out his phone back to him. He glanced at it and nodded. It was, quite honestly, the only option he had. Taking the phone from her, he opened up his massive list of contacts. 

“I’ll be right back.” Somehow, he quickly found the number and started to dial, walking out of the classroom in a hurry.

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Katsuki: How’s your morning going, babe? Chiyo: Well, Satan just asked me what my favorite color was, then told me I was wrong. Katsuki: So pretty normal.

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Hey Fujio my man, who are the two people you like? I know one of them is Amai but what about the other special someone? Are you bi and you never told us?

"I'm pan but w-wait I don't-"

"Oh don't even try to deny it."

"Uh yaahh. You make it super freaking obvious like- Who even invites someone to live with them?"

"Really obvious."

"Sorry Fujio, but you're very bad at hiding it."