It was rare Komaeda would so much as glance at anyone from the reserve course.

Heavily reliant on his luck, he always counted on never having to see anyone sorry enough to be in the same school as him without an ultimate talent.

After all, Hope's Peak was an academy made to carve a path of hope towards the future.

The reserve course department was only meant as a money write-off for the school, but in his humble opinion, it was a waste of time. None of the instructors at the school should be forced to waste their precious time on such hopeless scum.

...So why?

Why did he keep coming across you?

He thought of it as his good-luck-bad-luck cycle cursing him, but he slowly noticed that he'd cross paths with you more often than not without any streak of good luck to follow.

Not only that, but he had spoken with you before. Ha! Was this a sick joke? Someone like you had no place being able to hold a conversation with him.

Even worse... he found himself not minding your presence.

Typically he was annoyed or even disgusted at the thought of having to be in the same building with such talentless garbage, but he found himself sometimes searching for you in the sea of students in the hallway.

How pathaetic.

His chest twisted in conflicting emotions of both affecting and disdain for you. It was your fault everything had been flipped upside down.

A meek smile is on his face as he walks through the halls, nodding softly at the other ultimates around him.

That was, of course, until he found himself tripping.

"Ahgk-!" He lets out a surprised yelp, book in hand clattering to the floor loudly.

He looks up to apologize, shame filling his every fiber of his being until he looked up and saw... you.

The ashamed look on his face disappeared in a split moment as he stood up, wordlessly dusting himself off as he simply looked at you. Not quite a glare, but a stand off-ish gaze.