I knock on Phoebe's door.

"Hey, who's the— oh! Hayato! Um, hi... I didn't expect you to come inside here... But come in anyway!"

"Hey, how's life so far?"

We hang out for while.

"Say, it's a bit ironic you haven't got an Ultimate talent, even if you appear on the news a lot. There's no Ultimate Baseball Star around Hope's Peak, is there?"

"Well, he's graduated as it. You know, Ryugasaki?"

"Ah, that guy. What other hobbies do you have? Wait, isn't there supposed to be an Ultimate Chess Master too?"

"Not that I'm aware of," Phoebe answers. "I do psychology for fun, though it's the more general type of psychology, like counseling and why people shouldn't take down notes in class. Not your kind of psychology. That'd be criminal."

"Seems you have a talent for making puns, too," I joke.

"Just so you know, even if you say I have a knack for puns, I don't particularly like them," says Phoebe. "SO WILL YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT IT ALREADY CUZ IT'S FUCKING EMBARRASSING, YOU FUCKASS RETARD."

I should leave this girl alone.

I go back to my dorm.