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It’s hard being perfect.
Nagito Komaeda knew that all too well.
Because he wasn’t.
Highschool popularity is exactly what it’s like in the movies. You do see cliques. There are nerds, bullies, rich kids, weirdos, and that seemingly perfect bitchy group of kids that “rule the school” like a terrible 80’s movie. Really, the only thing that’s different about Hope’s Peak Academy is that rugby replaces football.
Hope’s Peak Academy was just a perfect example of those “privileged,” “rich kid” schools that harbored stereotypes just like any other. There was a blatant divide between the kids who mattered, and the nobodies. Nagito knew that. Everyone knew that. Although, Kokichi did say he tended to exaggerate it.
Nagito furiously swung his pencil back and forth in his hands in deep thought, staring blankly out of the classroom window to his left. It was a violent tap tap tapping noise, sounding loud in the near vacant room. Tap tap tap tap tap—
He didn’t really notice it until Junko whacked him over the head with a magazine.
“Jesus, Nagito, could you cut it out?” Junko said, clearly annoyed. I’m trying to redo my eyeliner before class starts, and I need…” She breathed in. “…concentration.”
“Ah, sorry Junko!” He dropped his pencil and pushed it in front of him.
Kokichi, who was lounging in the next desk in the column, looked up from his phone, eyebrow quirked upwards in a slight grin. “Why the hell would you need silence to do eyeliner?” He asked.
“Well, I suppose you wouldn’t know, since you don’t usually wear it, do you? Eyeliner is an art, my dear. Right, Nagito?” She turned to him, expectantly.
“For some people.” He said with a shrug.
Junko whipped back around to Kokichi with a triumphant look. He scoffed and rolled his eyes, looking back down at his phone. Junko, to her hand-mirror.
Nagito sent them a small smile and looked back out the window.
Hm. What was he thinking about?
Oh, right. Stereotypes? No, that’s not exactly it.
Could you still call them “just stereotypes” if they're proven to be true?
That seemingly perfect bitchy group of kids that rule the school really did exist as well.
Nagito was just lucky to be one of them.