It's a very bizarre situation to be trapped in.
The Ultimate Academy for Gifted Juveniles is basically just a place for these talented students to hone in their abilities.
Still, it's strange that Monokuma would go through all this trouble just to create a hub for talented individuals.
Regardless, it's the thought that counts.
Days passed in agonizing torture, slowly creeping by.
Nobody's allowed to graduate until they obtain full friendship fragments with everyone else.
Or you can graduate by full excelling at your acuman.
But why would anybody want to leave?
Abandon the mundane and torturously regular school life Monokuma has organized?
As he observes his seventeen students, a slightly mischievous idea brews in Monokuma's mind.
They're all so glum.
Bored, homesick, and depressed.
Well, he has just the solution!
The Monokubs posted around prom advertisements, stapling them to the walls of the school.
Naturally, everyone's interest was piqued.
Of course, formal clothes were provided per Monokuma's request.
Everything was set up and orchestrated.
And the gymnasium—once so dull—flourished in colorful disco lights and streamers.
Loud music blares from the DJ booth. Monokid was manning the music, turning the dials at random to boost the bass or amp the volume even more.
It was a little overstimulating, if anything.
But also extremely enjoyable.
Who doesn't want to enjoy prom?
And what better way to do that than this?
Only a select few are actually participating in the event to its full extent.
Maki Harukawa is begrudgingly dancing with Kaito Momota, her footsteps precise and calculated.
Kaede Akamatsu is trying to encourage Shuichi Saihara to be more confident of his footing as they also dance.
Everybody else is dispersed.
Tenko Chabashira is attempting (vainly) to persuade Himiko Yumeno into dancing with her.
One quiet 'nyeh' from the red haired girl is enough to send Tenko into a frenzy.
She's storming away in a flurry of annoyance before she even knows it, losing her patience.
Angie Yonaga is animatedly and continuously running through the photo booth.
She keeps sitting down and occupying it.
Ryoma Hoshi is clinging to the wall like a wallflower, his hands in his pockets.
Kirumi Tojo is, as per usual, left picking up after others.
She's been trying to chaperone the event this entire time.
However, her expression grows more pinched as she observes the things that transpire between certain students.
Miu Iruma looks bored out of her mind.
She'd much rather be at her lab, tweaking a prototype design of another invention, than be standing in the gym for hours on end.
Her feet already ache.
Kokichi Ouma is getting his fill of grape Panta at the refreshment table, stuffing his mouth by himself.
He's enjoying himself immensely.
Korekiyo Shinguji is also pinned in a corner, observing everything in silence.
Perhaps he plans to admire the dance for the rest of the night? It surely does convey humanity and regular human experiences.
Keebo is, like Ryoma and Korekiyo, standing alone.
He looks a little awkward and out of place among everyone else.
How come nobody's asked him to dance?
This is blatant robophobia! Keebo huffs and pretends to act disinterested.
But he doesn't really have anything better to do.
Gonta Gokuhara is also at the refreshment table, peering down at the bowl of cherry flavored punch.
It certainly isn't any better than the cherries he's eaten in the wild.
Those were freshly picked!
This is just artificially sweetened stuff Monokuma quickly whipped up.
A few other trays line the refreshment table, all of varying quality and type. Mostly just your typical party snack, though.
Rantaro Amami is checking out the music venue, standinf near the booth.
He can't stand this genre.
He wants it changed. But how can he politely ask the vulgar Monokid to swap out the music for something a little easier on the ears?
Tsumugi Shirogane is just like the other wallflowers, straying away from the large group of people.
She's fidgeting.
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