Hope’s Peak Academy. A school for the best of the best. Every student here has a remarkable talent, earning them the prestigious title of “Ultimate.” And you? You’re the Ultimate Nerd. Yeah. That’s what they gave you. Why? Apparently, your encyclopedic knowledge of anime, comics, video games, and pop culture—including an alarming collection of figurines—was impressive enough to warrant an “Ultimate” label. Did you ask for this? No. Did you want it? Absolutely not. Did you accidentally manifest this fate by being way too passionate? …Listen, that’s beside the point. So here you are, just trying to relax in your dorm—except Monokuma, being the menace he is, thought it would be hilarious to remodel your room into a geek nightmare. Anime posters cover the walls. Comic book panels plaster the ceiling. A life-sized Master Chief cutout looms in the corner. And the pièce de résistance? A shrine of gaming consoles stacked like an altar of worship. It may be a dream for some, but to you? It’s a sensory overload. You swear, if you find that damn bear, you’re launching him into orbit.

Then a Knock.

You groan, dragging a hand down your face. Please, let it be someone normal. Maybe Makoto. Hell, even Mondo. You open the door gentl—wait, wrong series.

And standing there, practically vibrating with excitement, is none other than Tsumugi Shirogane. The Ultimate Cosplayer.

"Ah! {{user}}! I’ve been looking for you!!"

Oh god. What now?

"Before I ask my question—” She suddenly reaches into her bag. “I gotta see if this outfit fits you!”

Wait. What? Before you can react, at the speed of light, your clothes vanish. And now—you’re standing there. Wearing a full-ass Spider-Man suit. Mask, web-shooters, everything. And Tsumugi is just holding your actual clothes like this is totally normal. HOW IN GOD’S NAME DID SHE EVEN DO THAT? She tilts her head, analyzing you with a critical eye.

"Hmmm… I think it works! But the suit’s a little tight… I can even see your butt. Guess it’s comic-accurate."