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THUMP THUMP, THUMP THUMP
Her hair falls in her face, covering her face little by little as it fills with the lovely sight of horror.
"AHHHHHHH!"
He pulls the trigger with no hesitation and smiles.
BANG
Blood spills so beautifully.
"What was that?"
Shit, he knew he should have killed her in her sleep. Or used something quieter.
THUMP THUMP, THUMP THUMP, THUMP THUMP
They're coming.
"Let's check it out."
The window!
THUM- SLAM
Holy shit, they legitimately kicked the door down.
"It's a kid... Put your hands up boy."
At least one of them cares they knocked the door down.
*Sigh* "You caught me."
His hands go above his head.
"Gun down, kid."
Why so many demands?
CLINK
It drops.
"Stay where you are. It's time you're handed over to the authorities."
Who do they think they are? Do they know who he was?
"HAHAHA! No."
He smiles and jumps out the window he opened when they weren't looking.
CRASH
Thank God there was a full open Garbage bin.
THUMP THUMP, THUMP THUMP
He had to get out of here.
"Kid!"
Jumping out of the garbage bin, he runs.
"He's crazy!"
God, dress shoes suck to run in.
WEE-WOO WEE-WOO
The police already?
FWOOSH
A small garbage fire next to a flammable building should be enough to slow 'em down.
THUMP THUMP, THUMP THUMP, THUMP THUMP, THUMP THUMP
Guess not. Quick, a place to hide.
tip tap tip tap tip tap tip tap TIP TAP TIP TAP TIP TAP TIP TAP
The Alley!
"Where'd he go?"
He made it. There's his window.
*Sigh* "Too close."
In he goes. He's safe.
"Hands up!"
Or.... Not.
"Shit."

"Relax, we're not here to arrest you. Not right now anyway."

"Huh? Then why are you here?"

"You're a skilled assassin. We could use your help in a mission."

"Really? There are plenty of skilled adult assassin's, so why ask me?"

"Because the mission takes place at a Junior high school and we need help from among the students. An adult would be useless in that. As a teacher, yes, they would be helpful. As a student, not so much."

"Fair reasoning. Alright, say I agree to do this, what's in it for me?"

"Ten billion yen and your name cleared of all crimes. However, you will be working with a few government officials who are standing in as teachers and a whole class, so it's likely the yen will be split evenly. If you kill the target by yourself then only a small portion will be given to the others and you'll get the rest."

"Not good enough."

"Do your request more money? We can throw in an extra thousand yen or two."

"You misunderstood me, I'm fine with the amount of money being offered. I have no problem with that. I don't agree with my name being cleared bullshit."

"Then what would you prefer instead?"

"A personal flight to America. My crimes will not be mentioned to the government."

"Why? So you can kill them too?"

"What I plan to do once there is confidential to me and me alone."

"We can't agree to that."

"It's either that flight or no help at all. I advise you to choose carefully."

"Fine. We'll get you that flight. But only if you complete the mission and kill the target by the end of March. If you fail you will be captured and imprisoned immediately."

"Reasonable. Who's the target? Do you have a picture?"

"Indeed. Here he is. He does not have a name to our knowledge."

"Interesting. I'm intrigued. When do I start?"

"Tomorrow, we already have a uniform for you and a sheet of information on the target and the school you'll be going to. Sorry if the uniform is big. We didn't know your precise size."

"It's fine. I'll work with it."

"Excellent. We look forward to seeing your good work."

"Yeah. And forget you saw this place. I don't want my home invaded."
They leave. He'll move anyway. He's not living somewhere where authorities can find him. He looks at the his new uniform
This is what they expect him to wear? Yeah, not happening. Well, he should sleep. He has school tomorrow. Fun.

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Kunikigaoki Academy. A school where everyone has exceptional grades, especially the top dogs. Well, everyone except one class. E class. They're a class that's held on top of a nearby mountain instead of on the main campus. They're the junks of the prestigious school. The worthless pieces of trash. The end.

The exact reason they are commonly known as "End class" is because anyone unlucky enough to end up there has no future, they are expected to be killers and thugs. They were at the end of the line. No one pays attention to them. They are picked on constantly and people couldn't care less about them. They themselves don't care too much.

But this year, all of that's going to change. This year they have a chance to prove they aren't useless, that they have a future. This year, they're assigned the impossible task to kill a giant, yellow, perverted octopus who can reach speeds of up to mach 20 and goes by the name Korosensei. The name itself is a play on words. 'Korosenai' means 'unkillable' in Japanese, but since he came to them to be their teacher and target they call him 'Korosen-sei' instead.

No one knows why he wants to teach them of all classes but they go along with it. It isn't really a priority to know. What they do know is that he had been the cause of the moon becoming a permanent crescent. And the thing is, he's going to be the reason that half the Earth will be blown up by next March. The only way to stop it is to kill him.

The government took Korosensei's decision to teach the class as an opportunity to try an corner him with more people that want to kill him by training them in the art of assassination. Not to mention, as any good assassination job, there's a reward involved.

If they succeed in killing him, they'lll be given 10 billion yen (approximately 100 million US Dollars) split evenly between the whole class.

They were hesitant at first, but, of course, with that kind of money on the line, they agreed. After that, they can be found shooting pink bebes at their teacher or trying to strike him with flimsy green knives. At the current moment they're practicing kill strikes behind their school building on the mountain. Karasuma, the guy who introduced them to Korosensei, watched them practice next to the unkillable beast.

Their teacher watches as well, speaking in bliss, finding the practice strikes and counting in unison quite peaceful. However, his happiness is almost immediately shut down by Karasuma who reminds his "co-worker" that he is the PE teacher now. In an attempt to soften up the stoic faced man, Korosensei tries to guilt trip him by telling him how lonely he is

It doesn't work.

Karasuma remains stoic as he tells him to play in the sandbox, which he does but only while muttering about how mean he is and how the students like him as their PE teacher better.

This is completely false and the students aren't going to let it slide.

A blonde girl with blue eyes cuts in, "Yeah, not so much."

Immediately after, a boy with hazel eyes and black hair says "You always set the bar kind of high." He stops, remembering when he tried showing them jumping side to side while doing cat's cradle, then continues with what he was saying. "Our PE teacher should be someone human, like us."

"I'm human!" The octopus protests, but his students aren't having it.

"No you're not!" They protest back.

Anyone that calls him human is either an idiot, blind, or an annoyingly big people pleaser.

Karasuma walks to the class while keeping an eye on the octopus. He doubts Korosensei would do anything to intentionally hurt them but he has to be sure.

"Sir," A black haired male speaks, causing Karasuma look his way. "Should we be practicing Infront of our target?"

A blonde boy with golden eyes nods in agreement.

"Yeah, it seems kind of contridictual if he knows all our tricks and moves." He says.

Both boys and their class watch their teacher with curiosity and doubt.

"Whether studying or training, it's the same thing." Karasuma begins to loosen his tie while speaking. "Now, Maehara, Isogai, I want the two of you to attack me together. Don't worry, those knives were designed to be harmless to humans."

The two boys look at eachother, unsure if they really should. They doubt their teacher would tell them to do something just to get them in trouble so they do as told. The boys lunge at their teacher, ready to strike but even with them both coming from different directions Karasuma manages to avoid and deflect everyone of their attacks. While fighting Karasuma explains how he could dodge the two in his sleep leaving no chance for them to hit something that can break the sound barrier without a sweat. Whether they practice in front of Korosensei or not, it still won't make a difference, at least not a big one.

Sure enough, when the class looks over to see what their teacher is up to they find him with a miniature sand castle of a famous Japanese castle, changed clothes, and a cup of tea.

That was irritating.

Their human teacher observes the students as they begin to relax and socialize. He walks away to Korosensei but while he's walking he suddenly gets the phantom feeling that he was shot from behind. He knows he wasn't actually shot but, to his knowledge, there is no one around who would shoot him. Even if it is pretend, there was no one around that would pretend to.

Nonetheless have the kind of effect on people to make it seem real.

On edge, Karasuma looks around as he goes to tidy up his tie and put his blazer which he has taken off earlier. As he's getting ready and talking with Korosensei the girls in the class start talking about how awesome he is. Hearing them, Koro-sensei gets jealous thinking Karasuma is trying to steal his job and become the class' favorite. While the adults begin to talk, the students walk to the school to change and get ready for their next class.

However, their path is obstructed by a boy with sunset eyes and bright red hair. . His eyes seem very welcoming, and warm but something is lingering behind their kind aura that few of the students can pick up on. No one recognizes the boy's appearance, nor were they told that he would be joining the class. Is he someone from main campus that got sent to E class for poor grades?

He has a slender form and, based on his changed uniform, he is a delinquent. He and the class held eye contact for a solid minute neither speaking.

He caught the grown up's attention as well at this point. Everyone wants to know who this boy is and why he's here. He just smiles. He speaks and the class feels hypnotized. Like his eyes were the sweet scent to a Venus fly trap and his voice the finishing touch.

The finishing touch that is so melodic like a lullaby but deadly like a snake that's about to kill you. They don't dare move, not that they can. He has them trapped.

"Hey there." He says.

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"Hey there." He says.

His voice is so sweet and honey filled, it's sickening. If the boy suddenly says that he's an angel no one would try to say otherwise. Clearly he's an angel with that Demonic instinct hidden inside. The boy's red hair flowed in the wind, encasing his face perfectly. As his gaze lifts, so does their trance. They finally can feel their breath like it had been taken and just returned. They can finally move like they were stationary for years.

A blue haired boy looks up at the boy and follows his now curious gaze to Korosensei. He doesn't seem to be in shock from the teacher's odd appearance, more intrigued with it. He walks down the steps so smoothly and his presence causes the crowd of students to part without a word of communication, it just happened.

"You must be the infamous Korosensei I was told about. It's a pleasure to meet you." He says with his melodic voice ringing in the air.

Korosensei nods, seemingly unfazed by the fact that no one knew anything about the boy.

"That would be me," he responds, "and I'd say the same to you; however I was not informed of your arrival and you don't seem to have any identification on you so you currently are a stranger and threat to my students."

The boy's face drops in surprise and realization then goes back to his sweet smile.

"Right, sorry. I have a letter of introduction from the principal of the school." He pulls out a letter from his pocket and hands it to Korosensei, who takes it and reads it while he puts his hand back in it's resting pocket.

Koro-sensei
Age ?
Species Octopus with telepathy(?)
Role Teacher, Target, ?
Sign Pisces

After reading, Korosensei looks back at the boy and says, "So your name is Karma Akabane and you're transferring into the school from homeschooling? Do I have that right?"

"Yes, but please, call me Karma."

Karma? So that's his name? It seems so contradictory to his personality.

"Alright, welcome to the class. And please, try not to be late again. Tardiness is a big no-no. Otherwise, I hope to have a good year with you." Korosensei welcomes Karma with an outstretched tentacle.

Karma smiles and says, "Thank you. I hoped to have a good year too."

And with that, they shake hands.

Sploosh!

Fwip!

Zip!

Everything happened so fast, no one had time to register. Karasuma was close enough to the two he got a good look at what had happened.

When Karma grabbed Koro-sensei's tentacle for a hand shake, the tentacle exploded and a familiar looking weapon was whipped out of Karma's sleeve towards the teacher. Luckily for Korosensei, he managed to jump away in barely enough time to avoid being hit. The scene changed. No longer was it a nice, charming boy meeting his new, octopus, but equally nice, teacher but a sadistic, evil, death radiating teen scaring the shit out of the same teacher.

Karma had had it all planned out. He had cut strips of an anti-korosensei knife and tacked it to his hand, successfully concealing the bits when handing over the letter, then hid one of their special knives in his sleeve and kept hidden with a harmless strawberry milk box that he dropped in order to pull out his weapon. On top of that, he managed to hide all malicious intent towards Korosensei and make everyone fall for the sweet teenage boy act.

It wasn't a complex plan but it certainly wasn't easy. There had been so many factors that could go wrong yet Karma managed to execute it perfectly apart from the failure to hit his target. Yet he pulled off the impossible feat of injuring Korosensei, so it didn't completely fail.

Karma looks a little disappointed but he's still smiling. However it's no longer the smile everyone has already grown accustomed to. No. This one radiated his true intentions and his aura was one of death. It was suffocating.

It was that moment that Karasuma registered the red head's words.

He had said that he "hoped to have good year too". The hope was in past tense meaning he had expected to make the kill right then and there. He had been so confident in his plan that he took the risk of giving a warning to his target thinking he wouldn't pick up on it.

This boy is a monster. A dangerous one at that.

Karasuma looks over to the students, making sure that they're ok. They're stunned but otherwise fine. The students are in shock that Karma, a boy no one knows anything about and knows next to nothing about his target.

Suddenly, he starts laughing. It isn't a big belly laugh, more a short, small chuckle. It shafts through the wind like a sweet scent with a terrifying poison behind it.

He looks at his hand before turning it around, revealing to everyone what Karasuma had already figured out. He had tacked strips of their special made weapon to his hand.

"I hadn't thought these knives would actually work." He talks with an amazed tone. "However, this was a pretty basic trick. All I did was cut one up and tacked them on. Congratulations on the good jump, as long as you don't mind coming off as a scaredy cat. I'm surprised, that's all I had to do to catch you off guard. You really are gullible. I even gave you a heads up."

As he's speaking, he walks up to Korosensei. He's completely chill while Korosensei is scared shitless as he regenerates his tentacle. Karma reaches the teacher and leans down while looking up making a face that was that of a demons. A chill ran up everyone's spine. They hadn't thought his aura could get more suffocating. But here it is, practically choking all stand byers.

Even Korosensei was forced to move back because of it. Who, or better yet, what is Karma Akabane?

Karma speaks again, but this time too low for anyone but Korosensei to hear. Based on what everyone had observed, they're guessing he was handing out a threat or two. When he's done, he stands up then walks to the run down building, swinging his blade in the air.

The class isn't sure about much at the moment. But what they do know is that they wouldn't be getting on his bad side any time soon.

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The classroom is quiet, the students taking a quiz while still tense due to the day's previous events. Well, most are tense. Few people are actually relaxed despite everything. A blonde girl with blue eyes, a boy with dual colored hair, and Karma. They were the only people who didn't seem to be on edge. Koro-sensei seems bruised. He's facing a wall and punching it.

He's not causing any damage since his tentacles are too soft and he's not putting a ton of momentum into the punches. The class, who's beginning to be annoyed by it, ask him to stop, which he does.

In the back of the class, Karma is chatting away with the dual haired boy and his lackeys. Now, unlike the dual haired boy, the lackeys were scared to death of the new kid. However, they don't want anyone calling them wimps just because they are too scared to simply talk with him so they act fine, but if you look close enough you can see that they're shaking in their boots.

"You should really be scared. If I were you I'd be hiding under my bed right now." A strawberry blonde boy advises.

The leader added on, "Yeah, the octopus is sincerely mad at you. I'd watch your step unless you wanna die."

Who are they to decide what he wants to do with his life?

Karma smiles.

"Thanks for the heads up, although I'm not concerned. The goal was to test his speed and the tools given with, maybe, an extra bonus of killing him. Purely scientific reasons. Even though I did mean to harm him and failed to get that bonus, I'm sure you screwed up so much that his reaction nearly made you piss yourself." There isn't a trace of regret or fear on his face as he speaks.

Not one. Only making the lackeys more scared of him.

The leader, Terasaka, was quite offended. "I didn't piss myself!" He defends. A valiant effort in Karma's eyes though he doubts that statement is true.

Terasaka, Ryoma
Age 15
Species Human
Role Student, Assassin
Sign Aries

"I wasn't saying that you did. I'm just taking a wild guess. But there's always the chance you did."

Terasaka, ready to defend his pride, opens his mouth to speak only to be cut by Koro-sensei.

"No talking during a quiz!" He starts to reprimand them, "One more word from either of you and I will assume that you are cheating!"

Among the students that had been quiet you can hear muttering about how his tentacles weren't much better. Others just want to be done with the quiz. Terasaka and his lackeys turn back to their quizes, which they had avoided to talk with the new kid. Karma however does nothing. He stays in his same position.

"Apologies," He says innocently. "No need to fret, I've already finished. I'm just going to eat this gelato if that's alright."

To everyone's surprise, he pulls a pink gelato out of supposedly thin air. Korosensei immediately recognizes it to be his own.

"Now hold on right there young man! That is my gelato and eating in class is absolutely prohibited!" Korosensei flails his arms as he freaks out while Karma's expression seemingly goes blank

*****
SLAP!

A woman's hand flew across a little boy's face, causing a red hand mark on his cheek. The boy had bright red hair that fell lightly into his eyes. He looked no older than 5, maybe 6. The woman looked just like the boy with long, bright red hair. A shadow fell over her own eyes making it hard to recognize her face. The two were in a room that was lit only by a sliver of light filtering in through a crack in the door.

"Now listen here, young man! I don't want another word from you about your stupid little imaginary brother until the guests have left. You only speak when you have been spoken to. Do I make myself clear?" The woman reprimanded the small child.

She held the boy in place by his shoulder. The boy was in tears. He didn't know why his mother didn't believe him.

"But he's not imaginary, Mama. You have pictures of a boy like me on your phone. He isn't fake, Mama. You have to believe me-"

SLAP!

She hit him again, leaving the first mark redder than before, and her son speechless.

"Don't you dare speak another word about that boy. He is a menace and devil just like you. Now, what are you to call me when guests are around?"

"Ma-" The boy began till he saw his mother raise her hand in preparation to hit him again and he frantically corrects himself. "Ma'am! Ma'am! I'm sorry, Ma'am!"

The woman smiles and lowered her hand while letting go of the boy. She seemed pleased with his response and her attitude made a 180°.

"Good boy. Mama doesn't want to hurt you, but when you act like a brat it becomes a necessity. You don't seem to learn any other way." She muttered the last part to herself but the boy heard it anyway.

"Of course, Ma'am. Sorry, Ma'am. I love you." The boy strained a sad smile towards his mother and she looks down at him with smile full of disgust.

"I love you too. Let's return to our guests."
*****
Child abuse and gaslighting in it's finest.

Suddenly, an anti - Koro-sensei knife is fired at the teacher with amazing speed, accuracy, and precision, only missing nthe target to the back board and falling to the ground because Korosensei had dodged in a millisecond.

Korosensei prepares to reprimand Karma for launching a weapon in class but as he approaches the boy he falls into the original trap. The floor had been littered with anti-korosensei bebes which he had stepped on causing a tentacle to explode.

Koro-sensei is beginning to freak out. He had been hurt twice in one day, by someone he just met. The class sat in shock. What Karma had done twice in one day the class couldn't do in two weeks.

Karma? His reaction to this all? Well Karma seems pissed. His little death aura was filling the air again, grabbing anyone faint of heart by neck. Those who are not so innocent are safe, for now.

Meanwhile, everyone is asking how his mood went from playful and sadistic, to ready to kill in seconds. Is he a spoiled brat that doesn't like being told no? Did Korosensei say something offensive? No one has an answer.

"Never, call me 'young man' again. Am I understood," He asks threateningly, rising from his seat. "If you want any of us, me in particular, to view you as a teacher before I end your life," He walks to the teacher and stands directly in front of him. "Then you're going to have to work a lot harder to earn it. You know you can always stop these attempts on your life whenever you want. You just gotta kill me, or any of us for that matter."

Their teacher froze in place. He stays still even as the gelato is pushed onto his clothing and then dropped onto his tentacle. The death aura disappears as Karma smiles and walks past Korosensei while dropping his quiz for Koro-sensei to grab and grade.

Then he leaves with an innocent "See ya tomorrow, teach."

As soon as he's gone the tension in the room lifts. The entirety of class E relaxes as they no longer have a reason to be tense. Koro-sensei says nothing and just begins to wipe the gelato off his clothes.

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"See you tomorrow, Sugino!" A blue haired boy with pigtails waves to another with darker, shorter hair as they go their separate ways.

The boy with pigtails starts his way to the train station to catch his ride but is stopped when he hears the sound of two main campus dorks making fun of him. He's used to it. He's heard it all before. The commenting on how he's accustomed to the group of people he'll be around for the rest of his life. The talking of how he's forever stuck at the bottom. All of that.

But now they turn to each other talking about a new topic. They had heard E class was supposed to get a new student. They question how bad their grades had to be or what they had done to get shipped to the garbage
can of the school. The boy stood shocked.

How do the main campus dorks know of Karma when no one in Class E, including Koro-Sensei and Karasuma, had known he was coming? He continues to listen, hoping to hear something important about Karma. But he's only disappointed as they bet on the student being a girl. How they feel bad for the sad pupil and they verbally express their preference for death rather than be in class with a bunch of losers.

Crash!

Everyone in a half a mile radius turn to see what caused the noise. Four boys stood at the center of it all. 2 are scared shitless, 1 stands stunned as he watches the newcomer hold a now broken wine bottle. Karma has come to play with a sadistic smile.

He stands there, the sunset sparkling off his sunset eyes. The main campus boys stare at Karma, terrified of the boy in front of them. The boys, and the wall they're in front of, are now partially covered in the alcohol that had been in the bottle Karma had smashed on the wall. Who does this boy think he is to dare threaten them? He looks to be their year, but surely someone with violent tendencies would be the talk of the school.

And they had heard nothing about him.

He seems familiar, though. He has a look in his eyes that they can only compare to two people. If they met surely the world would end after the shit that would follow.

The symphonic voice that the blue haired boy was already used to hearing started up a trance for him but a siren warning the dorks of death.

"I'm afraid I'm no girl, but I can always fulfill that little wish of yours." The boys stare, eyes wide. "You'd rather die, right? Wel you look like you aren't incredibly smart and just barely passing so whenever you decide to come, I'll be waiting with a weapon of your choice." He waits a second with a smile on his face till he continues. "You see, that's my classmate, you happened to be insulting. Not to mention, I don't take kindly to people hurting others who are clearly above them. So do me a favor, and scram." His eyes darkened and his smile fell making a chill run down everyone's spine that's there to witness.

Without hesitation, the main campus dorks nod then run off with their tails between their legs as Karma laughs at their cowardice, only making them run faster.

Karma's smile returns as he tosses the broken bottle in recycling and walks to the blue haired bystander who still stood where he was. Expecting Karma to come over and say hi, the boy waves, but he just walks right past him. Confused, and a little lost, he follows his classmate.

Feeling awkward, the boy speaks up. "You didn't have to help me back there. The entire class is used to their criticism at this point, so it really wasn't necessary," he says in an apologetic tone.

The red head seemingly completely brushes off his words and instead asks, "Your name is Nagisa, right? Can I pick your brain for a sec?"

"Uh, sure, I guess."

Nagisa, Shiota
Age 14
Species Human
Role Student, Assassin
Sign Cancer

"So, what do you need," Nagisa questions.

He's a simple nobody that people like Karma typically know the face of and meet once or twice but never care to remember the name of because the simple fact is that people like Karma are above him and only acted nice to keep up appearances. So, having Karma walk up to him and talk to him of his own free will is quite surprising. Especially since Karma seems like the kid that, with a fixture of behavior, could be among the top dogs in Class A.

"Well, the word on the street is you've been keeping tabs on the octopus. Mind if I take a look sometime?" He asks as they enter the gates to the station.

Nagisa hesitates a second before answering, "I guess?"

He wonders who told him. Something in him said it was Rio Nakamura during the short period that she disappeared earlier. She had been absolutely obsessed ever since Karma had shown his dark side, calling him her, quote un quote, "soon to be partner in crime".

"Thanks" His eyes begin to wander showing either a sign of disinterest or thinking of what to say next. "Does he hate it when we call him that? Octopus."

"No. I don't believe so. In fact I think he sees it as his avatar, in a way." Nagisa starts listing all the ways that Koro-sensei seemed to have a liking for the 8 armed marine creatures.

For some reason unknown to him, this put a smile on Karma's face. The latter chuckles a bit, muttering something about fun.

Karma, who was leading Nagisa to the train station, turns to face his new acquaintance.

"I was interested when I was told he was a monster." He began, Nagisa stood nervous from the crazed expression the red head bore. "But now that I know what his personality is, this might honestly be a lot of fun. I get to kill someone who might put up a fight. Now this will get interesting."

"A-alright, just don't do something too insane that may get you in trouble." Shiota warns.

Karma grins reassuringly and says, "Don't worry, I'm not that crazy."

And with that, the red haired boy leaves his classmate on his own at the station.

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The room is dark and relatively quiet other than the sound of ticking clocks and the squishing noise Korosensei's tentacles make when he moves. Three teachers are present. One an octopus, one a government official, and one a principal. The only light in the room is that of the sun coming in through the windows behind the principal. With the light coming from behind him and his office chair blocking some of said light, he looks nearly black. However, his bright, magenta seeming glow.

In Korosensei's tentacles lies a box with a sweet smell that flows into the air. While among anyone outside of E class or the government officials sent to kill him, Korosensei has to disguise himself as a tall big dude. But not with the principal. The principal is the one outsider that knows, and is allowed to know, of his existence purely because he's a teacher at his school.

The principal is usually that person that you can walk up to and feel comfortable around as long as you usually see his kind side. But if you get on his nerves or prove to be stupid, he becomes a terrifying figure. Most are scared of him but there are few who aren't, Korosensei being one of them.

"Good morning, Mr.Asano," Korosensei greets his superior pleasantly and holds the nice smelling box out towards the principal. "I just got back from my favorite mochi place, so they're nice and fresh. Would you like one?" He offers.

His coworker, Karasuma, stands at his side, arms crossed. It was no secret that the octopus has a strong love for sweets, but that doesn't mean he isn't disappointed in how often he had to have them. Karasuma had already greeted the man at the desk.

The principal gives them a warm yet cold smile at the two before him. It was the smile you gave to the family member that none really liked but you had to pretend to like. From the little light that hit his hair, one can see that he has a burnt chestnut hair color with a hit of red telling that he once had strawberry blonde locks that had darkened over time.

His posture is nothing to sneeze at either as it intimidates all who know they stand below him. His chin rests on his hands that are propped up by his elbows on his desk.

"No thank you," he says, dismissing the offer. "However it is a pleasure to see you this fine morning. But what do I owe this visit to? I hadn't called to meet with either of you."

He indeed is curious. He had not requested their presence for any reason so the sudden drop in was unexpected. Korosensei dropping in randomly is something he's grown accustomed to, but Karasuma only came if requested or had something big to discuss.

The two look at eachother like they're silently debating who should talk first. After a few seconds they nod and Karasuma steps forward signalling their decision had been made.

"We came to talk about the new boy in class E." Karasuma starts them off, getting right to the topic contrary to what Korosensei would have done. He would have trailed off getting too distracted by the sweets in his tentacles. "We were hoping you knew something about him. We noticed the introductory letter with him said nothing but his name and that he was homeschooled."

Asano raises an eyebrow. He knows precisely who they were talking about but he thought it best to double check as he asks, "I presume you're speaking of Karma Akabane?"

"Yes." Korosensei confirms.

The principal hums.

"In all honesty, I know about as much of him as you do. He had walked into my office around the time I was expecting my son…" He trails off as he recalls the moment of his memory.

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Asano sat at his desk awaiting his son's arrival so they could hold a meeting of his current progress of keeping the students under their control. His back faced the door so he could look out the window. He played with his leaf pin on his tie lost in thought about the building progress of the highschool that would soon be added to his junior high. While looking out he heard steps entering the doorway which he immediately presumed to be his offspring.

"Hello, Gakushuu. Nice of you to finally show up." He greeted the person despite the fact that he did not look in their direction.

Oddly enough, a short chuckle followed his greeting. It wouldn't be strange if his son ever actually made any sounds of amusement, but he didn't. In fact it was incredibly rare for him to do so. So, confused, Asano turned towards his visitor. Where he had expected the carbon copy of himself to stand instead stood, a boy with brilliant sunset eyes.

"I haven't a clue as to who 'Gakushuu' is, but I can promise you I'm not him." The boy smiled and looked right at him.

Something about the teen made him have an immediate fondness for him. He saw great potential in him. Maybe it was how this boy already reminded him much of himself.

"I apologize. I had been expecting my son, so when I heard your footsteps I assumed you were him." He informed the newcomer.

Another short chuckle came from the boy as he said,"It's completely fine. I would probably do the same in your shoes so there's no need to fret."

The boy's innocent demeanor was well made. Professional even to the point it would completely fool all who knew nothing in the art of manipulation. As a professional manipulator himself, the principal had managed to detect the fake innocence almost immediately, but he played along anyway. He would give the boy a little confidence before he crushed him under the pressure of the school.

He nodded and spoke. "So who do I owe this unplanned visit to?"

"How rude of me, my name is Akabane Karma, Sir. But please, refer to me as Karma. It's a pleasure to meet you." The boy, or Karma, introduced himself as he bowed in the presence of someone older than himself.

"The pleasure is all mine. What can I do for you, Karma?"

"I'm transferring into the school for," he stopped a second as he noticed that the boy that had been expected from the start finally arrived. "I'm transferring in from homeschooling." He smiles.

The second boy took a spot leaning on the wall next to the door, watching and listening confused as he missed Karma's introduction. His father was just as confused but for different reasons. He had never been informed that someone wanted to transfer their homeschooled child into his school which was unusual.

"Who are your parents," he asked. If he could get the name of the parents then he could search up who they were so he could come in contact with them about this miscommunication. It was also odd he had not come with a parent or guardian alongside him.

"Unfortunately my parents died in a house fire and I have no living relatives so I live by myself, Sir. I've used educational sites to teach myself but I can promise you I'm very good at all subjects. Especially English."

He was lying about something in his explanation, the principal picked up on it, but what it was was unknown to him. This boy's lying capabilities were incredible.

Asano hummed. "As much as I'd love to register you as a student, I'd need you to take the entrance-" Karma raised a hand to cut him off then handed him a piece of paper.

"I already took the one online and I passed. That right there is the printed document of my results."

He looked it up and down. Indeed it was in the exact format of the online exam and it showed English to be his strongest subject with math being a close second. There were no signs of forgery so he had to accept it. He set the paper down and looked at him.

"Alright. I'll register you as soon as I can. With the score you got I believe you'd best fit in class A. That shouldn't be a problem should it? You and my son would get along nicely. You are the age of a third year, 14 to 15 years old, right?"

He smiled at the boy who smiled back while his son looked repulsed that his father was practically assigning him a new friend without his permission.

"Indeed I am. However, if it's possible," he paused with a sheepish smile. "Could I be placed in Class E?" Both father and son were surprised by his request.

If he knew anything about the school, he would know people try specifically to avoid getting into E class but he was here requesting to be a part of it. Then everything fell into place for the principal.

"I suppose if you so wish, but most try to avoid going to that class. It isn't even on the main campus. Are you sure you wouldn't rather be in class 3-A?"

Karma nods. "I am fully aware of the class's location and I'm positive that's the class I'd like to be placed in."

"Alright, if you insist. I look forward to seeing your hard work this year." He wrote a letter of introduction for Karma then put his hand out for a hand shake and it was taken. The feel of the boy's hand only proved his theory more.

As he handed him the note Karma said,"I look forward to showing it."

After that, the boy dismissed himself and he left towards the mountain, leaving the father and son to start their meeting.

Gakuhou Asano
Age 41
Species Human
Role Principal
Sign Aries
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"From his lies, fake innocence, change in wording when my son entered the room and his request to be apart of E class I could only guess that he was assigned to assist in your assassination by the government." Asano suggests his answer. "I could also feel the blade you guys use tacked to his hand which only proved my theory more likely."

Koro-sensei nods in agreement. "Indeed he did attempt to kill me. And nearly succeeded for that matter."

"Then I can see why the government would send him. Right, Karasuma?"

Karasuma stands silent and confused as he leaves the question unanswered. He was not told that they would be sending back up other than the back up they were supposed to get in a few days. He also was unaware that they had such a skilled member that was so young. He's pretty sure the government doesn't recruit anyone younger than 18. So where did the red head get the information about Koro-sensei?

And just how good could he be if the government had sent him whether he's a member of the agency or not?

"You said he's 14 and living alone? No foster family? Nothing?" He finally responds, but instead with a question.

"That's what he told me, yes."

"I'm going to make an assumption and say he doesn't work for the government. Possibly, he's something illegal that they went to for help. A serial killer or assassin maybe."

Everyone goes silent at his assumption. None of them have any clue if he's right and if so, which one applies to Karma. After the silence the two teachers of E class dismiss themselves, thanking Asano for his time.

As they leave, they all have one question ringing in their heads. Who is Karma Akabane?