Cabin Fever

Prologue 1/2

'Today's the day!' A boy with warm brown hair, one stubborn strand defying gravity itself, smiles as he looks up at the building that has risen in front of him. His brown eyes sparkle a little and he fidgets with his silver stud earrings while ignoring the letter his tanned hand is clutching tightly, since he isn't going to take his eyes of the magnificent structure. Besides, he knows the words written on the paper by heart, having read them so many times when it first arrived on his doorstep.

Sasaki Juro,

You have been scouted by Hope's Peak Academy as the Ultimate Sketch Artist, which recognizes you as the most talented high-schooler in this field. We invite you to join us at Hope's Peak Academy.

Included is an orientation guide for Hope's Peak Academy.

The Ultimate Sketch Artist: Sasaki Juro

When he had first put his sketches online, Juro hadn't expected that he would be standing here today, about to enter the academy that is famous around the world for its excellent students. Is he ready to become one of them and hopefully leave a legacy? Yes. Yes, he is.

He adjusts his clothes one more time, wearing a white shirt with the black outlines of a landscape, a grey jacket, black trousers and grey sneakers. He carries a keychain that was made by his younger sister with pink, blue and yellow beads. To match with the keychain, he has put coloured shoelaces in his shoes, bright pink in one, bright blue in the other. He fidgets with the straps of his dark grey backpack and notices that a piece of paper is sticking out of one of his jacket's breast pockets, mentally cursing that he didn't get rid of all rubbish this morning. Twirling a pencil between his fingers, Juro looks around for a trash bin to throw the piece of paper, but when he doesn't find one, he just puts it back in his pocket. He doesn't want to litter after all.

He puts the pencil behind his ear again and takes out his phone to check his appearance one more time, wanting to make a good impression. His eyes fall on the birthmark on the side of his neck briefly while he does so. After a quick look, Juro concludes that he looks decent enough, aside from the paper still sticking out of his pocket, and puts his phone away again. He takes a deep breath and takes a step forward, finally setting foot on Hope's Peak Academy's school grounds.

Then the world starts spinning before everything goes black.

~*~

Juro slowly awakens with a terrible headache when something that sounds like an alarm goes off. He groans, gripping his head as he slowly opens his eyes and lets them adjust to the light. He blinks a few times and slowly starts taking in his surroundings. The space he is in looks cozy enough, with wooden walls and floors. The yellow light coming from the somewhat old-fashioned lamps give everything a warm tone. He is sitting on a comfortable, red couch, which is one of many in this room. On every couch are two people.

Wait, on every couch two people?

Now that Juro takes a better look, his brain finally registers the other fifteen students who seem to have been disturbed from a similiar unconscious state as the one he was in. A girl with beige blond hair in a braid has the most pissed-off look he has seen in a while, whereas a fairly young-looking boy with messy black hair has already bounced off his couch. A girl with crimson pink hair seems to be awakening a little slower than the others while the boy wearing a grey surgical mask next to her already has his eyes open and is looking around curiously.

"Eh... guys, what's going on?" A girl with light blue hair asks while curling up like a ball underneath her white poncho. She is pulling her knees to her chest while sitting on the couch.

"So you don't know either, huh?" A somewhat tall guy with a calm, gentle voice asks. He is standing in front of a couch, most likely the one he had been sitting on earlier "I wonder where my guitar went..."