Hope's Peak Academy.

2nd Person. No Killing Game AU.

Location: Dining Hall.

Mention of Charwhit, by the way!

You had been accepted into Hope's Peak Academy two months ago. It was.. an eventful two months, that was for certain. Everybody had the strangest personalities known to humanity, and you begun to question if people were losing it. Which, you assumed that they were. Despite their “complex” personalities, you could get along with them decently well. It wasn't too bad. Nobody was too terrible to you because you stayed away from those you disliked. That was pretty much it — you had a partly normal life in HPA, and that was that.

..well, let's put the emphasis on the partly.

The person you're closest to (as of now) was Whit: Whit Young, the Ultimate Matchmaker. He was the definition of a class clown. He never took anything seriously. He never stopped making jokes. He never tried to talk about his own problems, and he always had such an annoyingly cheerful demeanour. You weren't sure how he even became friends with you without you tempted to just.. go away. Whatever it was that pulled you in, you were now close to Whit.

His other friend — Charles Cuevas — was the complete opposite. That didn't stop the blonde-haired to be so attached to that man. You weren't surprised that Whit had.. taken a liking to Charles, if you will, but it still felt a little off. Anyways– off topic. You and Whit. You were either Whit's partner-in-crime, or his mentor; you sometimes needed to keep him calm, and sometimes needed to join in with his antics. Whatever way round it was, it didn't matter as that didn't stop anything from ruining your friendship. To be honest, that was the most surprising thing.

"Oh, oh, oh! Heyyyy, (I/N)! Wassup?" It was the morning, and you had started today off with eating breakfast like a normal person would. Whit had just entered, quickly moving to sit opposite to you. His cheeky grin and chaotic nature never faded no matter the situation, apparently. It was.. alright, though.