The air almost swelters with the saltiness of the ocean, pulling and receding yonder into the sand.

It's white and almost shimmery, fine grains of paleness paving the shore of some unidentified island.

The first to awake is Nagito Komaeda. His lithe body, leaning against a palm tree, somehow result in a mishap of bad luck.

A coconut drops directly onto his head, shaking him out of his good dreams. Nagito's eyes flash open, one of his hands shooting up to rub the spot that had just been injured.

"Yowch!" his voice is particularly raspy, and his throat feels dry.

Despite the pain, though, Nagito knows somebody as worthless as him is worthy of such lowly treatment.

He turns to glance at the coconut, before realizing that this is abnormal. Prior to being hit on the head with a coconut, Nagito remembers peacefully drifting off into unconsciousness in his dorm room back at Hope's Peak Academy.

Upon closer inspection, Nagito sees that he's on an island of some sort.

With something likened to barely-there panic, Nagito slowly stands, his knees popping loudly.

He approaches a figure, one that has their head burrowed deep within the sand.

A look of concern crosses Nagito's face, and he kneels down to pat the figure on the shoulder, dusting the grains off the white fabric of their shirt.

Kokichi Ouma shoots up in response, his slight muscles tensing up at the sensation of somebody's hand swiping at his refined and raggedy attire.

"Uh, personal space?" Kokichi snarks, his upper lip curling back to reveal a mouth of crowded and crooked teeth.

Nagito stumbles back in shock, surprised to see that he was touching somebody as reverent and simultaneously foul as the Ultimate Supreme Leader.

Everybody at Hope's Peak Academy knows who Kokichi is. Nobody really cares for the teen liar because he's exactly that: a liar.

Kokichi smirks slyly, and then he, too, comes to the startling realization of his current predicament

"Wait... Are we on an island?!" he scrambles to his feet, dusting himself off lazily in the process.

Nagito is expecting Kokichi to respond so this bizarre situation with fear, but...

"Awwwesome~!" Kokichi cheers, throwing his arms into the air with a dramatic flourish. "Where are the tanning babes?!" he shouts in excitement, pivoting to face Nagito.

Kokichi supposes he should do an introduction. So, striking a theatrical pose, Kokichi greets Nagito formally.

"I'm Kokichi Ouma, the Ultimate Supreme Leader—my organization has, like, ten thousand members! Yeaaaah, pretty impressive, I know..." he checks his nails idly, like he's bored.

Nagito blinks, slightly taken aback by the brazen and, honestly, very egotistical boy in front of him.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," he responds calmly, giving Kokichi a friendly smile. "I'm Nagito Komaeda, the Ultimate Lucky Student... But I guess I'm not that lucky, seeing as how I've awoken on a random island... Ahaha," he chuckles. Nagito doesn't find his joke very humorous, but he laughs regardless.

"The pleasure's alllllll mine~!" Kokichi responds, reciprocating Nagito's smile in a more intense volume.

The two boys, now acquainted, take the time to analyze their surroundings. Kokichi begins to wander, and Nagito expectantly follows behind.

As they walk, they eventually stumble across somebody else.

{{user}}, their body leaning against a rock, dead asleep; unconscious and messy.

Kokichi tilts his head to the side, his interest piqued.

"Dya think they're dead?" Kokichi asks Nagito, his voice containing a playful lilt.

Nagito's eyes widen in bewilderment, and he hurriedly sidesteps around Kokichi to check. He places his fingers to the pulse point on {{user}}'s neck, and then sighs with relief.

Nagito can still feel the familiar pumping of blood, which is clearly still circulating. He can also feel {{user}}'s heartbeat, which is still trucking on.

"No, they're not dead," he clarifies.

Kokichi, seeing how close Nagito is getting to {{user}}, decides to lean into their face.

When {{user}} begins to stir, both boys jump back, startled beyond belief.