Summary: Dangan drabbles/oneshots over people's relationships to one another. Maybe, just maybe, these bits and pieces of interactions and blooming bonds can create Pieces of the Picture. And with these, it's possible that we can experience Hope's Peak Academy as they have. (multiships/ rare pairs) (dr/sdr2/dr0/free time event spoilers)

AN: So, I wanted to start a drabble/oneshot series that depicts various pairings. Because I'm curious as to why people get angry whenever others don't ship popular ships, when there's just so many characters and possible pairings to work with.

Also, I just really love shipping stuff.

I'll try to go as long as possible with updating this story weekly. Also, I mix a few of the English release spelling/titles with the original Japanese or Oren's LP version.

Most of these oneshots/drabbles are during their school days/ before the days of Mutual Killing.

Touko Fukawa x Sayaka Maizono

(Fuyaka, Sayawa, Fukasaya, Fukazono)

Hair and Friendliness

It was P.E. class, and the weather was thankfully mild.

It was Monday, and many really weren't up for doing much after the dreadful weekend that made everything seemed swamped in rainwater. Of course, the extremely athletic and enthusiastic students of the class were up for running around the track. But they were clearly the minority on this day.

Many were detached and unwilling to do much of any physical activity, going off on their own or in small groups.

Touko Fukawa, of course, was staying in the corner and away from everyone as possible. Firstly, she was an Ultimate Writer, so she had no reason to partake in anything physical. There was also the primary fact that she despised interacting with others, because who would honestly want to interact with someone as disgusting and negative as her? But she also had another reason.

She was trying to do her best to hide the scars that riddled her legs. They weren't really scars—they were tally marks, made by her alternate personality, the infamous Genocider Syo. She hated seeing them, and she knew people would hate them ten thousand times worse than her. After all, they were the kill count of Japan's most well known serial killer.

Fukawa had done well so far, by mostly hanging back and trying to interact as little as possible with her classmates during P.E. This class was one of the very few in which her legs were completely bare. At least with the school uniform, the skirt would help cover the marks, and she could always wear high-socks or tights if they didn't

Of course, it seemed that today was not her day. Any day was not her day, but this one seemed particularly unlucky, despite the improvement in weather.

For reasons unknown to her—other than the obvious spiteful ones floating in her mind—Sayaka Maizono was walking towards her. Sayaka Maizono, the Ultimate Pop Star, who was one of the most popular and well-liked girls in her class.

"How are you doing today, Fukawa-san?" Maizono asked pleasantly, with her usual practiced smile in place, one that melted hearts across the nation.

"W-Why would you want to know?" Fukawa asked spitefully, nervously chewing on her thumb. "You're just asking me that because it's expected from someone as perfect as you, isn't that right?"

"Oh, no! Not at all, Fukawa-san!" Maizono said quickly. Although she seemed a bit surprised and put-off, that didn't seem to deter the blue-hair girl, much less make her less cheerful.

"It's just that, well, it was raining an awful lot this past weekend. I just wanted to know if my classmates were all right or not! After all, colds aren't very pleasant!" she chirped with an eye-smile.

Fukawa's frowned deepened, as did the steeple of her fingers.

"Nn...I-I'm fine. Although, I'm just a part of the class, aren't I? It's not like my own health really matters in the end, does it?" Fukawa said snidely, with a somewhat pained expression on her face. "I-I'm just a part of the s-stupid class."

The Pop Star blinked, her eyes wide. "That's not true, Fukawa-san! I really think that you and your health matters!" Maizono insisted, with a concerned look that didn't seem faked.

Fukawa simply grumbled some very unkind things under her breath, and wrung her hands.

"Oh, and it's such nice weather out today! I think spending this time with a friend would be better than being in the corner, don't you think?" Maizono asked kindly.

Fukawa was about to interject with a scathing comment about Maizono's friends. That dumb bland boy, Naegi, was one of her friends. That big-busted, blimp headed girl, Asahina, was one of her friends. That frivolous and annoyingly loud materialistic model, Enoshima, was one of her friends.

And Fukawa, in no way, fit into a group that was considered as Sayaka Maizono's "friends". Who would want to be friends with someone as unpleasant as her, in the first place? Besides, Touko Fukawa did not need friends.

However, as if feeling the rising scathing comment that would be uttered from Fukawa's mouth, Maizono quickly blabbered on.

"And besides, the sun makes your hair look so pretty, so it'd be a crime if I didn't come over and compliment it!" Maizono chirped with usual her cute Star smile.

Fukawa merely gaped at the blue-haired girl. She made some odd squeaking sounds, and wrung her hands. After a bit of floundering about, she managed to utter a timid "E-Eh?".

"I mean, I always loved your braids…But, the sun makes them look so glossy and nice today! And not a hair's out of place in your braids either—it's like you're having a perfect hair day!" Maizono chirped kindly.

"Y-You're lying…I'm not…" Fukawa mumbled in vain, then made a very infuriated sound as she tried to find words to explain how utterly wrong Sayaka Maizono was.

First off, how in the hell did she get that she was having a 'perfect hair day'? Her bangs were still an utter, sloppy mess, strands poking and jabbing out every which-way. And secondly, this was all too sugar-coated to be true!

"It's true! Fukawa-san, you have such pretty hair!" Maizono exclaimed enthusiastically. At this, Fukawa turned a very odd shade of red, and stuttered incoherently, curling into herself.

She shouldn't be falling for the Pop Star's tricks, she just shouldn't! After all, everything Sayaka Maizono did was practiced. Everything was practiced and faked, until it molded together and seemed genuine. She knew that much. She'd heard enough and seen enough to know this.

But something seemed utterly real about what Maizono said. The girl herself never seemed to be one that would be cruel. She always seemed happy and truthful, even in an infuriating manner.

"Maybe…Some day, could I brush it out for you?" Maizono asked bashfully, for once not seeming like the perfect, spick-and-span idol that she always portrayed. At that moment, Sayaka Maizono seemed like a truly kind, normal girl.

A girl that was extending her friendliness over to someone like Touko Fukawa.

Fukawa ducked her head quickly, looking up through her bangs at the girl who was technically only one centimeter taller than her, but who seemed to be stories high.

Could she…really mean it?

"A-Ah, sorry! I must have went beyond the boundary!" Maizono apologized quickly, after the very long and awkward pause in which Touko seemed ready to morph into the dirt or completely explode at any second.

Maizono was all but ready to do her perfect, practiced Pop Star bow and bolt for it, when she heard something peculiar.

"Some day…that'd be nice."

"Eh?" Maizono asked, surprised at having heard Fukawa say anything that wasn't even remotely derogatory.

"W-What?! Were you eavesdropping? I was talking to myself!" Fukawa spit scathingly, then looked down at her fidgeting hands, her face pink.

"Some day…" she mumbled, loud enough for Maizono to definitely catch that time. Then, the girl adjusted her large glasses, and quickly skittered off to another vacant area in the open-field P.E. class.

She didn't miss the beaming smile of the young singing sensation; and the singer didn't miss the embarrassed grumbling of the authoress.

Yes…Some day, doing something as fun and close as brushing each other's hair… Would be something they'd both look forward too. Even if it took them a while to get to that point.