It has been fifteen years since Makoto attended hopes peak academy. He's thirty-one, and back again. But this time, as the teacher. He hasn't seen anyone else from hopes peak since. He stood at the front of the class, leaning against his desk with his arms crossed. Makoto wore a simple crisp and ironed white shirt. He looked over the colourful wave of students that would be his class for the next year.

"Alright class, y'all can call me Mr Naegi."