"Junko Enoshima"

Junko Enoshima was walking down the hallway, the Ultimate Fashionista was strutting down the hallway with her nose in a fashion magazine... or at least, that's how it looked to the outside world. To the very experienced liar Kokichi, however, he wasn't fooled at all.

It was mostly in her movements. She could claim all she wanted that hep pictures were digitally doctored, 'Junko' didn't move like a fashion model - she moved like someone trying very hard to move like a fashion model. Even with her face in the fashion magazine, he could tell that she'd noticed him in the presently deserted hallway. 'Shame, there goes the idea of colliding with her to pass her the slip.' The mischievous little mastermind pouted internally. He didn't know the imposter's name, but using her borrowed one should be good enough.

Mukuro Ikusaba sighed to herself as she looked through the fashion magazine. She was the Ultimate Soldier, and naturally struggled to maintain the facade of Fashionista her sister was having her perform. Still, it made her happy knowing she was useful to her beloved sister, being a lookout and waiting for her signal to drag the people of this academy into the deepest depths of despair. That didn't stop her from being annoyed by the presence of the little troll in the hallway, the sounds of him writing on a sheet very obvious to her well trained sense of hearing.

"Hey Junko! How you hanging girl!?" The undercover soldier rolled her eyes as she lowered the magazine to see Kokichi wearing his broad shit-eating grin as usual as he walked up to her. he seemed to be holding a stack of papers in one hand, crossed behind his back as his other one held a single leaf of the stack. "What is it, Oma?" She said, her tone making it clear she wasn't interested in talking with him. Something he was clearly ignoring.

"Well, I just found this form that seem to be for you." Kokichi's grin never leaving his face as he showed her the sheet of paper. Mukuro really wanted to just throw it away, but against her better judgement, she got curious and started to read.

Name: Junko Enoshima

P or D: Demotion

Status: Ultimate Embarrassment

Reason: Their utter shamelessness and need to publicly debase themselves whenever possible have led them to earning this title.

Mukuro's brain stooped functioning for a second after reading that, before flooding with confusion and panic. 'What's going on!? Who decided this!? This could ruin everything! I have to tell Junko!'

"Ah, I'm sorry, but I must go protest this change of talent for s- me!" 'Junko' said, failing to hide her panic as she dropped her magazine, and almost lost her wig as she ran off in her impractical shoes.

Kokichi kept snickering as he took in the panic that had over taken the fake fashionista, even as she took off. Though a thought was nagging at him - why'd she take that note like it was real? She shouldn't be that gullible. Ah well, why not try this again to see what happens next time~?