Hey everyone! This is a story that I've been wanting to write for some time now. Makoto Naegi is such a loveable character, I'm sure you'd all agree - so I wanted to see what would happen if the 77th class were obsessed with him! Antics will ensue. Shipping will occur. Naegi will die of love overload. Well without further adeau - enjoy!

The Unlucky Luckster And The 77th Class.

Makoto Naegi - how would one sum up this young man? When considering the question, there's mainly one word that comes to mind.

'Average'.

Makoto Naegi was undeniably, undisputedly, and unironically well and truly average.

So why then, would someone so average, someone who's most distinctive personality trait is 'optimism', be in the position he was currently in?

That's the question that would not leave Makoto's mind as he was being chased through the hallways of Hope's Peak Academy.

"Why me why me why me why me!?" Makoto continuously muttered this under his breath, it becoming a mantra of sorts for him in light of recent events.

He stole a quick glance behind him as he continued to try to shake off his pursuers. They were persistent for sure - Makoto had been running for a good five minutes in an attempt to shake them, to no avail.

Ishimaru had almost fainted due to so many students running in the hall at once, and had chased them for a while to get them to slow down, but Makoto tried to drown out his shouts as he plotted the best route to escape.

Makoto turned a corner, ready to run down the corridor and find a new place to run to, but he stopped. His face was one of complete and utter shock. He was screwed.

A dead end.

'How can I be so unlucky!?' Makoto whined internally. There was nothing left to do. Nowhere to run. Accepting his fate, Makoto let his back slump against the wall, sliding down it. He was tired, and now he had no chance of escape he decided to give up.

Makoto was optimistic for sure, but he knew when to give up when nothing could be done. His chasers suddenly appeared before him.

Makoto braced himself.

"Just...please be gentle..."

As he closed his eyes, he could feel multiple pairs of hands pick him up.

"Oi - what the fuck do you think you're doing? Makoto's coming over my place to meet the family."

"Whaaaat? But Makoto is gonna go jam with Ibuki!"

"HA HA HA MAKOTO WILL BE JOINING ME FOR SOME TRAINING!"

"But I wanted to cook him a romantic meal - I promise I won't put TOO much aphrodisiac in this time. Well I won't promise but I'll consider it..."

"Know your place! Makoto and I will be watching scary movies together as we cuddle up on the sofa like traditional Japanese couples do!"

"A piece of garbage like me has no right to demand any of Makoto's time, but I won't let you all have him instead!"

"Makoto promised me he would be my model for my next photography session. Well he will promise once I ask him I'm sure..."

"Nuh-uh! Makoto is gonna go squish mr ant and his pals with me!"

"Oi Makoto! Let's go grab some grub! I know a place that gives huge portions!"

"You guys are all wrong - Naegi and I are going to go to the arcade together...I think."

"I wanted to show Makoto my new blueprints - we're gonna build a rocket together some day!"

"E-ehhhh? B-but I wanted to walk home with Makoto...he's always so nice to me. I was too presumptuous - I'm sorry! Please forgive meeeee!"

"Fools! It is my destiny to spend this day fighting against the demons of the dusk alongside Makoto! Reveal to them your hidden power my familiar!"

"Sorry young master, but Makoto and I will be practicing swordplay this evening."

"Makoto, tell these people that you will be spending your evening with me. I will treat you to any meal that strikes your fancy."

Makoto felt people grabbing at him from all sides, pulling at him like he was some sort of toy all the kids wanted to play with.

As he was trying his best not to black out, he heard all the students surrounding him say the same thing.

"Well? Who do you choose Makoto?"

Makoto gulped. He was only one guy. It wasn't like he could be in two places at once. He had to make a decision. The only problem was, he had no idea who to choose.

Things had been this way for a small while now. Upon entering Hope's Peak Academy, Makoto thought nobody would pay any real attention to him due to his 'talent'. He didn't believe he had a real talent - he had a talent for getting into trouble ever since he was a kid. He found it ironic in a way - if it were up to him he would call himself the Super Highschool Level Unlucky Student.

Contrary to what he expected, for some reason even unbeknownst to him, his upperclassmen in the 77th class took an immediate liking to him. It all started when Makoto was chosen to deliver some practice test papers to their class, (Makoto was often chosen by the teachers to be their delivery boy - yet another example of his terrible luck at play) once he entered the classroom, he somehow tripped over a shoelace that had suddenly came loose, dropping the whole stack of papers, and face-planting on the ground in front of everyone.

The entire class burst out in laugher - even the imposter and Nanami chuckling to themselves. Makoto was so embarrassed - he was convinced that they all thought that he was an idiot. However, he was completely wrong. Combined with the fact that he continuously apologised for a whole minute while frantically trying to pick up the fallen papers was endearing to the 77th class.

His next visit to the class to deliver permission slips for a class trip resulted in Makoto falling again, this time landing face-first into Chisa. Chisa laughed it off, but Makoto had the biggest blush they had ever seen on his face.

He became a mascot of sorts for the 77th class. 'Our unlucky Makoto' they called him - not in a cruel or mocking way, but in a loving way that showed their endearment towards him. Every time he entered their classroom all of their days would be brightened up just a little bit by whatever unlucky antics he would find himself caught in the middle of. The students and Chisa each looked forward to the times he would come to their class so much that they decided to ask Makoto to spend breaks with them first. Then lunches. Then after school. The desire for Makoto's attention only grew once they each got to know him for the kind and modest boy he was - each wanting to spend all their free time around him.

Back to his current predicament, Makoto began to open his mouth in response, before a loud voice jolted him from his daydream.

"That's enough you guys! I'm disappointed in all of you! Poor Makoto isn't your toy to play with whenever you want - you all need to consider what it is that HE wants to do." Chisa's stern lecture made the students consider their actions, apologetic looks on their faces.

Chisa saw this and smiled. "I'm glad you all understand. Now if you'll excuse us, Makoto and I will be leaving." Chisa quickly grabbed Makoto, picking him up bridal-style and making a dash for the nearest exit.

"Hey! Come back here!"

"You tricked us!"

"Makotoooooooo!"

Makoto could hear the yells of the 77th class students as they tried to catch up to them. He sighed, all this attention was tiring him out.

Chisa noticed this and smiled down on him as she ran. "You can take a nap if you like, Makoto." Surprisingly Makoto felt sort of comfortable in this position, despite it being bridal style - which was sort of embarrassing for him. Nonetheless, he let out a yawn before closing his eyes, the shouts of the students getting fainter.

"Wake me up when my life goes back to normal."

So, what did you guys think of the first chapter? I'm thinking of making some chapters based off Makoto and one other student spending time together, as well as the class as a whole - if you have any suggestions of who you'd like to see Makoto spend his time with first then go for it! Hopefully I'll be able to update this story fairly consistently - and so far I'm having fun writing it. I'll see you guys in the next chapter! Peace out!