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Sanguinary: Being ready or eager to shed blood; to be bloodthirsty.

Something about this word was beautiful to Nagisa. A python in hiding as he observed his parents altercate with each other for what had to be the fifth time this week. Neither knew he was there... when you grew up in a house like this, suppressing your presence was a virtue.

"I WILL NOT ALLOW OUR BABY GIRL TO BE EXPOSED TO THE HORRORS OF THE WORLD WITH YOU ANYMORE!!" 

But the horrors of our home is fine? Isn't it?

"HE CANT STAY WITH A FUCKING MISANDRIST WHO REFUSES TO ACCEPT REALITY! HE'S ONLY TEN!"

A ten year old who can watch his parents vile disputes without their notice.

Arguments like this were nearly a daily thing, forever becoming more unmitigable as time went on. Even thought what his father did for a living with irredeemable... Nagisa couldn’t help but admire it. The way he performed, the way he made Nagisa seem like his own person... maybe not as a human... but a weapon to be trained was better then an object to dress.

Aren't both an object to use?

Not that his own well-being was ever prevalent anyways. He enjoyed this... he enjoyed what no one else could do with their father. It was their secret.

———————

"Custody goes to Hiromi Shiota!"

"NO! YOU CANT TAKE MY MASTERPIECE AWAY!!"

"Don’t worry my dear Nagisa-chan... you wont have to see that awful man anymore."

"Officers! Take him away."

———————

A solemn atmosphere filled the wood filled hallways, almost a greyish hue filled the corridors of this decrepit, run down, shack like building.

A classroom in this building was filled with a gaggle of teens with detached looks on their face as they impatiently awaited their targets arrival.

A target who soared through the clouds and parted them with ease was making it's way to the classroom at an astonishing mach 20.

A target who was zoning in on the citywide landscape and rapidly dashing down, a sonic boom thundering through the stratosphere as it changed directions, adjacent to the course it was on.

A target who arrived at it's location, a paroxysm of wind which gracefully danced around the courtyard of the building.

A class, now aware their target was soon to begin it's mystifying demand that had been laid upon their government.

A sickening slithering sound of tentacles writhing their way to the classroom, their wants undetermined.

A door, calmly opened by a mutated creature playing the role as teacher.

And a roll book tenderly placed on the desk as the beings tentacles lifted themselves up.

"Now then... let's get started. Student on duty, on your command."

The slobbery noises that the tentacles made when peculiarly wiggling around with a desire to teach.

"S-Stand up!"

In a rhythmic motion, every student occupying that classroom took a stance with a different type of firearm in hand. All of which were covering the front of the classroom at a different angle and location. All stood silently as they awaited the command from the student on duty, Nagisa Shiota.

"Attention! Bow!"

The dismal students took their rapid fire shots at the front of the classroom with no remorse to this thing posing as a teacher. The yellow octopus who insisted on having this job dodged at a rate that afterimages were formed, a permanent smile plastered on its face as it held the roll book.

"Fire all you like--I'll just be taking attendance. Isogai?"

"Here!"

If only it were that simply to hear someones voice in a class filled with indiscriminate gunfire.

The tell of amateurs on a good day. 

The student on duty kept his thoughts to himself though as he had one eye shut to focus his vision in on his target. Not that it mattered though, this sort of tactic would never see the reward money they were promised.

"I'm sorry, you'll have to speak up with all this gunfire."

"Here!"

The gunfire didn’t stop or slow even though it was evidently hopeless that they would hit him this way. It didn’t affect the octopus one way or another though, so why not let the teens tire themselves out?

"Okajima?"

"Hai!"

"Okuda!"

"Here!"

Mags were being replaced, automatics were being held down without a care in the world, manuals were being pulled in a trigger happy manner, no skill was present in any of the occupants of this classroom. Nagisa could tell that from a mile away. Anti sensei BB's filled the floor as the roll call continued in that same comedic fashion as the start.

———————

Roll call had finished and now the class was to bathe in the first of many failures across the classes lifespan.

"Alright! No tardies. Excellent! That makes me very happy."

On cue, the targets face lit up orange with a bright red O surrounding his features, signifying that of a correct answer to a question. Not everyone was as joyous as he was though...

"He's too fast."

We were told he moves at mach 20. 

"So the whole class shooting at him doesn't work?"

If it were that simple, the government would of already succeeded.

"Too bad. Not a single bullet hit its mark today, either. Methods that rely on sheer numbers lack any individual thought. Line of sight, barrel position, finger movement--each of these is far too simple. You've got to be more inventive! Otherwise... you'll never be able to kill me at my max speed of Mach 20."

It wagged it's tentacle in disappointment at it's students, not one of them taking it in good jest. Blinded by their want for money. Not out of passion to do this. Admittedly, this wasn't something Nagisa was exactly used to though. There was quite a large difference that he had noticed.

The weight between a normal bullet and anti him BB's are slight but noticeable... it makes the recoil not as large along with the projectile speed being a bit different.

Of course, the normal eye wouldn’t notice a thing and wouldn’t be able to tell a lie from the truth.

"No way did you seriously dodge all of those!"

"I mean, these are just BBs... You coulda just stood there grittin' your teeth as they hit you."

"Yeah! Thats right!"

Did you not see the afterimages from his dodges?

Not everyone was as observant as Nagisa though, so it very well did look like he was just face tanking them all. As an uproar came from the majority of the student body, the octopus came out of its thoughts and ushered a command.

"Gather up the BBs and hand them over."

It's tentacle made it's way over to Fuwa and grabbed the loaded gun she was holding. A questionable look on the students faces as they were unaware of what the teacher was about to show them.

"I told you: these may be harmless to you..."

He held the gun up to one of his other appendages as an ear shattering bang could be heard. His tentacle had been cut clean off with yellow fluid leaking out the ends. Gasps emanated from around the classroom at the display while the octopus continued its lecture.

"... but they're special anti-me BBs developed by the government. If one hits me, it can slice through my cells like they were tofu."

The cut off tentacle disturbingly wiggled and jumped while on the ground, desperate to find its original body. Meanwhile, the fluid had stopped leaking out the dismembered tentacle it used for an arm.

"Of course, they regenerate a few seconds later."

Like a newborn baby coming into the world, the tentacle sprouted itself from within the organisms own body and flourished to life, being used as if it had been there for years.

"Then again, you could end up shooting your eyes out. No shooting in the classroom unless you're trying to kill me properly."

A pattern of arrogant, dark green stripes appeared on the teachers face as its pupils cut into halves at a diagonal slant. Its pure cockiness could be felt halfway across Japan.

"I do hope you can kill me--before graduation, that is. Now then, let's put away the guns and BBs and start on our work."

The groans of the student populi could be heard from outside the class as they were forced to deal with their own mess. Scooping up the pink BBs that had found themselves massively scattered across the classroom.

Class 3-E of Kunugigaoka Junior High School: the assassination classroom. Another day, another class bell rings.

———————

Chalk could be heard scribbling against the blackboard, held between a pair of firm yet soft, yellow tentacles. As he turned to his class, his enthusiasm for teaching was far beyond their enthusiasm to learn.

"Now, here's the question: Isogai!"

"H-hai!"

Isogai replied, clearly quite a bit startled at the octopus picking him. He turned to his teacher who sprouted out four more tentacles. One was a pale white, one was an azure blue, one was a feisty pink and one was a light lime color.

"Which of these four tentacles is not like the others?"

"Um... the blue one?"

All tentacles turned back to their normal color as his face adapted the previous correct answer symbol for his face.

If he can change color... can he also camouflage?

"Correct! Only the "who" in the blue sentence is a relative pronoun. A relative pronoun qualifies the noun right before it, so here-"

Nagisa drowned out his ramblings, though eyes were still focused on his target. He carefully observed every move through trained and experienced eyes, an unrivaled lust to assassinate it behind them. His eyes were different to the class..

"Hey, Nagisa."

The green haired, recent transfer to E-class whispered to him so she could grab his attention. Not wanting to leave his targets movements for even a second, he didn’t look over and just hummed in a hush tone.

"Hmm?"

"The crescent moon's out, even though it's daytime."

You mean the moon we saw on the way up the mountain? I've already seen it.

Not wanting to ruin appearances, he gave a small nod as he wondered about the start of this schools term, spacing out a tad bit.

———————

"How do you do? I'm the one who blasted your moon."

That was certainly the claim of the century. Even the more rougher and 'badass' students weren't able to hide their shock. Not only was this thing in front of them, but it blew up the moon?! With it stood three formally dressed agents from the ministry of defense.

"I plan to do the same to the earth next year. Now I'm your teacher. Nice to meet you."

There were at least six things wrong with this picture... that feeling was unanimous... but it did at least liven up the otherwise dismal E-class experience from day to day. The most exciting thing that had happened was that they got a new student. This far surpassed that. To interrupt their confusion, one of the agency members spoke up in a proper voice.

"I'm Karasuma from the Ministry of Defense. First, please understand that what I'm about to say is a state secret."

A sigh escaped his mouth as he debated whether or not a roundabout way was better to explain. But he decided against it.

"Let me be blunt: I want you to kill this creature."

Gasps and silences of bewilderment passed around the classroom. One student in particular was extremely glad their several years of hell had let them manage to control their emotions.

Wait... kill? For free? No downsides?! 

"Um... what is that? Is that the alien or whatever that came to attack us?"

As if it was offended by the claim, the octopus like creature started to writhe its tentacles around and squirm as if it were a child having a tantrum.

"How rude! I'll have you know I was born and raised on Earth!"

On Earth...? Could it be human...? Or is this some sort of sub-species that has just been identified?

"I'm afraid I can’t discuss the details, but he's telling the truth. Come March next year, this creature who smashed the moon will destroy Earth as well. Only the worlds leaders know about this. If news of this guy gets out there, we'd be looking at a global panic. You've got to kill him in secret before that happens. In other words..."

Karasuma reached for something in his blazer, his gaze fixed at the floor to try and hide his intent. Then he slashed a green sort of knife to the right in a rapid motion, all for naught unfortunately as the creature just vanished to his left instead.

"...an assassination. But this guy..."

It is an assassination! That's so cool! 

He sent another slash to his left, to have the creature instead vanish behind him.

"...is extremely fast! You try to kill him..."

After another flash, the creature was behind him again... now grooming his eyebrows with equipment it didn’t have before.

"...and he ends up grooming your eyebrows instead--immaculately! This superbeing has the power to turn a full moon into a crescent. His speed tops out at Mach 20! In short, if he gets away, we'll be left helpless, awaiting our destruction."

The creature then put its grooming tools into a small box and gently closed it.

"And that's no fun. So I made your government an offer: no killing me. Instead, I'll teach Class 3-E at Kunugigaoka Junior High School."

He said 'your government'... so he's not Japanese... did anyone else catch that?

After a tentacle was put on his shoulder, Karasuma sucked up his rage and continued to explain.

"We don’t know what he's after. But we were forced to agree, on the condition that he doesn't harm any of you students. We have two reasons: First and foremost, coming to a classroom every day lets us keep an eye on him, and second, it gives some thirty people the opportunity to kill him from extremely close range."

Outrage filled (most of) the class as the students started asking rapid fire questions. Deciding not to let his annoyance build up more, Karasuma was open about the reward.

"Success will be rewarded with ten billion yen. It's only right. A successful assassination will literally save the earth. Luckily, he doesn't think much of you."

TEN BILLION?! I could make a name for myself with this and that money under my resume...

Gasps of amazement struck the class as the creatures face adopted green stripes and slanted eyes.

"See? Those green stripes mean he's looking down on you!"

"Obviously! If the government can’t kill me, how could you? Even when they sent their cutting-edge fighter jets after me... I ended up giving them a coat of wax right there in midair! "

Several boxes of some type of weaponry and ammunition was wheeled and carried in before being placed down. Holding the green knife, Karasuma continued.

"You must find a chink in his defenses and strike at it. You'll have weapons and ammo that won't hurt humans, but will work on him. You must keep this secret from your family and friends. There's no time to lose. If the earth should disappear, we'll have nowhere left to run."

Ha! Not like that will be difficult... we are the End class after all. Who here has other people to talk to?

"And that's about it! Now let's make the most of your one remaining year!

———————

The ear shattering sound of a gun being fired pierced everyones ears. Rio Nakamura, the resident troublemaker, had just fired a BB at the octopus mid lesson out of no where. It got nothing done as he caught it between two pieces of chalk.

"Nakamura..."

What looked like something that was about to be serious, turned comedic as his face turned red with pink puffs of smoke leaving him. All eyes were on where the noise had come from though.

"Didn’t I tell you not to let assassination interfere with your studies?"

"Sorry..."

"As punishment, go stand in the back!"

With a dramatic sigh, Rio trotted her way to the back. Nagisa had been one of the only few to not look at the gunshot. No attempt made by someone like that would work. Assassins always needed convoluted and backup plans to make it work.

Why did this creature become our teacher?

Though, a better question made it's way to Nagisa's mind. A question that made the long sleeve wearing boy bite on his nail softly.

How am I gonna assassinate him with a class of beginners?

These cries in his mind faded as he slowly turned back to the lesson. Although he was overjoyed to have a target to assassinate, he still needed to keep up with his studies -Alas, a wrath far scarier then the Earth's destruction will ensure- after all. Perhaps falling behind and getting some tutoring from it though would be a good way to snag extra time for assassination.

We only have a year.. most normal assassinations aren't in a short amount of time. You study the target, learn about their lives, where their weak points are, how to access them... and only then can you even consider striking. Even then, this is certainly no normal assassination.

The assassination obsessed teen was lost in his own thoughts as the school bell chimed out. The octopus stopped writing on the board as it turned towards the noise.

"Ah, lunchtime! I'll just pop over to China for some mapo tofu. Any aspiring assassins are welcome to hit me up on my cell."

Instantly afterwards, a gust of wind blowing everyones hair was felt as he opened the window and soared off. Right... he had a cell. Not only that, he had gained all their numbers after practically begging. What a sight that was. They finally looked back up to see that he was in fact, gone. Deciding to do the maths, some of the students mused it out loud.

"Let's see... if he's traveling at Mach 20... it'll take maybe ten minutes to get to Sichuan, home of mapo tofu."

"Guess no missile could shoot that down. Heck, that octopus even grades tests while moving faster then sound!"

"Seriously?!"

"Mine cane back with a drawing on it."

At the mention of marking and teaching, a few more students decided to finally chime in. The more quiet ones were mainly eating some of their lunch.

"Don’t you think he's pretty good at teaching, though?"

"Right? He taught me math after class and I did great on my test!"

So failing on purpose could be an option...

"Yeah, but... we are the E Class. Tryin' our best won't do much."

That bought the mood down drastically as everyone mused to themselves. Nagisa didn’t exactly disagree either, he wasn't naturally amazing at subjects.

It's not wrong... he's a super octopoid creature and our assassination target, but... for whatever reason, as a teacher, he's a damn good one. 

Even without the shine of a normal knife, Nagisa swore he could see visions of what he needed to do deep within the blades soul.

Most of us are perfectly normal students... besides from being impromptu assassins, if only E class was that simple.

Cutting out of his thoughts was one of the larger lads walking towards him. Nagisa had heard him before he spoke but in case he wasn't wanted, he had kept his head down.

"Hey, Nagisa. Come with us. It's time to put our assassination plan into action."

A soft nod came from the blue haired teen as he stood up with the notorious gang of bullies from class E. No one ever really stood up to them...

Theres no point in causing unnecessary drama anyways... not like I've been anything but a tool my entire life anyways.

———————

Terasaka and his gang had sat on the steps outside the worn down building. Even so, they still positioned themselves in a way in which they could look down on the wolf in sheeps clothing.

"That octopus's face changes color according to his mood, right? Did you do those observations I told you to?"

Why would I not take notes on a target? 

Keeping those thoughts to himself, he pulled out a notepad as he wondered what type of answer to give Terasaka. Should he be defiant? Likely not... that would raise too much suspicion... should he act excited like he was at the whole assassination thing? Probably not... he'd just have to be an obedient dog for now with no personal feelings.

Not that it's any different from normal.

"More of less. We know it's striped green when he's feeling confident. When we give a wrong answer, it's dark purple. A right answer makes it go bright scarlet. But what's really interesting is after lunch-"

He was rudely cut off though by Terasaka. A glare escaped Nagisa's eyes which couldn’t of flashed for more then a tenth of a second. Luckily no one caught it.

"I don’t need to know all that. I have a plan... and when he lets his guard down the most, you are going to carry it out."

Act the part... you've been taught to be a damsel in distress countless times.

"M-me? But..."

Even hearing that slight bit of defiance, Terasaka tried to intimidate him by getting up closer. A harsh yet ugly look plastered on his face.

"Don’t be such a goody-goody. We're the E Class--the misfits that can’t keep up at this famous prep school. You know they call us the End Class. Every day we-"

As he rambled on and on, Nagisa pretended he was listening. He rolled his eyes internally as he silently clicked his tongue.

Information that I already know... I've been here nearly as long as you.

Soon, he started to pay attention as Terasaka wrapped an arm around him. It looked friendly, but he was once again trying to let Nagisa know that disobeying wasnt an option.

"When do people like us have a shot to score a cool ten billion yen? We're gonna make it--make it through this crappy situation..."

Actually getting Nagisa's attention, he pulled out a small pouch and hovered it by the blue haired teen.

"By any means necessary. Just don’t screw up."

As the gang left, Nagisa looked at the pouch with a curious expression...

This is gunpowder... did that idiot actually come up with a decent plan? Even if it doesnt work... I have a way out.

A faint smile traced his lips... this easy method of escape that he had always been too terrified to do was now being handed to him on a silver platter. Would he ever get a chance like this again? Likely not.

Screw it. I never mattered anyways... One of our times has arrived.

He looked up to see the octopus landing near him. With a swift motion, he hid the pouch as if he was a python camouflaging in the ground. It was natural and smooth. What wasnt natural though was this massive octopus carrying a missile on his shoulder.

"I'm back!"

Play your part. Don’t make him suspect.

"H-hello, sir... whats's with the missile?"

"A souvenir. The Self-Defense Force was waiting for me in the Sea of Japan."

What a trap... and even that didn’t work. Was Nagisa having self doubts now? Not really... he wasn't bothered if he failed, because that means that he would be gone anyways.

"I-it must be terrible, being a target."

Seeing this as a chance to lecture, the Octopus put down the missile from his shoulder and spoke.

"Not at all. You know you're powerful when everyone has it in for you. Now let's begin fifth period."

As the octopus slivered past Nagisa, he hummed to himself... powerful huh...?

Are my parents after my throat because I'm powerful? Dad always called me a weapon... maybe... or maybe i'm unworthy of their recognition... I might be able to kill him... after all... this teacher can’t see me, either.

———————

The rustling sound of chalk grazing the board could be heard. Lunch had finished a few minutes ago and now everyone was back in the classroom. The octopus turned towards them now that he had written what he wanted on the board.

"All right, then, compose a short poem to go along with our theme. The final line should be 'was tentacles all along.'"

Nagisa stared down his target, hiding the bloodlust in his eyes. He wanted nothing more then to massacre the octopus in cold blood to the point where it had to admit how talented Nagisa was. The others were focused on how ridiculous the task was though.

"Huh? 'Was tentacles all along'?"

Not seeing how odd the prompt was, it just nodded without second thought.

"Indeed! When you're finished, bring them to me. I'm looking for proper grammar and whether you've conveyed the tentacles beauty. An example: Not the storm of garden's snow / of flowers moving on / But sprouting there instead / was tentacles all along. Once you're done, you're free to go home!"

Complaints rung through the classroom as it directed them away all the while it slowly started to turn pink.

"I have a question!"

It's face turned back to normal as it faced the greenete by the window of the classroom.

"Ah--yes, Kayano?"

"This is a weird question to ask now, but... what's your name? How else can we tell what teacher we're talking about?"

A question that had decent merit, even in Nagisa's books. It would make more sense for the assassination target to have a name instead of just 'the octopus'.

"My... name? Hmm... I don’t really have the kind of name you tell people. Go ahead and give me one. But right now, focus on your schoolwork. Meanwhile, I'll just take a little break."

It then leant back and slowly started to turn pink... Nagisa took notice but decided to leave it a little longer. If he stood straight away, he'd draw suspicions. A few minutes passed with silent writing and groaning from the class before Nagisa decided to make his move. He slowly rose from his chair with his slip of paper in hand. Taking note of this, the octopus tilted its head up and spoke.

"Finished already, Nagisa?"

"Yes, sensei. In fact... I think you'll like what I've tried!"

Use that tone that makes mom not as furious... the same silver tongue that tricked your father countless times... it'd be suspicious not to say anything.

Terasaka and his gang grinned as they knew what was happening. Nagisa was going to try and make his move.

After lunch, right around the time we get sleepy, his face sometimes goes light pink. He was a little slow responding to Kayano's question, too. That might be when he's at his most vulnerable. The perfect time to splatter his blood on the walls.

Another step was taken towards his teacher as he not only concealed that bloodlust which has grown over the years, but also effortlessly put on a layer of satisfaction. It was like he truly was happy to show his teacher the work he had done.

Us prep-school failures are always thinking, 'we gotta get back at 'em somehow.' You can do it if you try. That's what their parents and friends and teachers say. You can do it if you try. 

Nagisa was now right in front of his sensei. He started to bow to present his work, and just before the octopus would see the knife... he twisted his hand 180 degrees and slashed upwards at superhuman speeds. The octopus was beyond startled and only just about managed to catch Nagisa's wrist. Before it could talk, Nagisa dropped the knife. It's attention followed it for a brief moment which allowed Nagisa to pull out the grenade and launch himself into his teacher who could only think a few words to himself.

Such a talent for assassination...

Nagisa gave a genuine smile as he felt the grenade explode. Hopefully he wouldn’t have to endure his home anymore. Hopefully he wouldn't have to be the class creep anymore. Hopefully he could leave this nightmare. That smile... he was actually glad to die.

BOOM!!

The explosive went off and shattered BB's in every direction at high speeds. The students having to cover their faces in fear of getting hurt.

"YESSS!!"

"We did it!! Ten billion yen! Cha-ching!"

"Nagisa!!"

On the floor was a few yellow tentacles leaking yellow fluid. With that was countless black ones as well. It seemed to be extremely effective.

"Bet he never expected a suicide bomber!"

"Hey!!"

Kayano aggressively stood from her seat... even though she was in this class purely for revenge... she couldn’t hide the small amounts of bloodlust aimed at Terasaka for potentially killing Nagisa.

"What'd you give Nagisa?!"

"Huh? A toy grenade. But I beefed it up with gunpowder so it's shoot three hundred anti-teacher bullets at crazy high speed! They're not strong enough to kill anybody. My ten billion yen'll cover his medical bi--"

They looked to the floor and saw that Nagisa was covered in some weird... skin like substance which doubled as gooey. The top part of his uniform had a small burn and parts of his face had a few small bruises, but nothing intense.

"He's barely hurt?! And... this membrane... is attached to that octopus's corpse?"

Before they had time to come up with theories, a voice came from the ceiling.

"As it happens, I shed my skin once a month. I protected Nagisa there by covering him with my old skin... with that stunt though, I wasn't able to reach quite in time. Had my attention been diverted just a moment longer, that blast would of perished me and put Nagisa in critical condition."

Nagisa got out the skin as he winced a bit before touching his face... damn...

Mission failed... moms gonna go ballistic at the uniform.

As it happened, that way he sliced the knife and how he dropped it was enough to have the octopus slip up just enough to have to shield Nagisa with his tentacles while he shed his skin. Even then, it wasn't flawless. The octopus's eyes glowed red as the room slowly started to take a dark atmosphere.

"It's my once-monthly ace-in-the-hole. Terasaka, Yoshida, Muramatsu."

It was rapidly losing it's eyes as it's teeth grew more raged and his skin slowly turned black.

You don’t have to look at the color of his face to feel the pure amount of anger coming from him. 

"You three... you're behind this, yes?"

The three members of Terasaka's gang were sweating bullets and fearing for their life as they looked up to their teacher.

"N-no! It was all Nagisa's idea!"

Within a few moments, it had disappeared out the class and then zipped back in with a huge gust of wind. Then a large handful (or tentacleful) of nameplates dropped to the ground.

"My agreement with your government says I won't harm you. But if you try another assassination like that one... I might just harm someone else."

Nagisa noticed his own nameplate was on there and had to stop himself from smirking.

Maybe I can just do it again and have my mom be gone forever... 

Nagisa was used to these twisted, intrusive thoughts. He used to be scared of them, but now he just embraced them. His parents deserves it after all. Everyone else though seemed phased by this.

"Your family, your friends... or I could wipe out the whole planet apart from you."

His bloodlust filled the classroom as everyone stood in fear - or Nagisa's case, awe - while they started to tremble.

Five seconds, and we all knew: there was no running to the ends of the earth for us. If we really wanted to run... all we could do... was kill him!

"What the hells your deal anyways! You're just a giant pain! Showing up all 'I'm gonna blow up the Earth' and 'Assassinate me'! Whats so wrong with using an annoying method to kill an annoying guy?!"

Instantly, it's face turned red and all bloodlust vanished in a single moment.

"Annoying? Hardly. Your idea itself was a very good one. Especially you, Nagisa."

A tentacle found itself patting Nagisa's head as the boy didn’t know what to feel... any sort of genuine affection was lost on him... so he sort of just froze up.

"The way you carried yourself so naturally on your approach gets full marks. You made it right through the chink in my defenses. Even taking off a few tentacles!"

Instantly, they grew back as it then turned it's attention to Terasaka's gang.

"However! None of you looked out for Nagisa, not even Nagisa himself."

In fact... the boy cared too little for possible injuries.

"Students like that aren't fit to assassinate anyone. We need an assassination worth smiling about--one to be proud of! You're all capable assassins who have that power within you. Some advice from your teacher and your target."

Nagisa slowly stood up as he got over the entire affection... he didn’t even know how to feel.

He... praised me. I did well..! And he's looking at me head on... i can kill him like no one else can! 

The octopus looked over to Nagisa and smiled.. that boy had potential... more then potential... he already had experience. Stuff like that didn’t just come naturally. Knowing to drop the blade to take his attention for all but a moment. Perhaps.. giving his time to teach would be worth it.

"Here's a question for you, Nagisa. I have not the slightest intention of being killed. I will enjoy my time with you all until next March, and then blow Earth up. If you don’t like it, what are you going to do about it?"

They havent assassinated anyone before... so they may be lost. But in that moment... I couldn’t help but show him my confidence in the only field of work I'm good at.

"Before you destroy Earth...? I'll kill you."

For just that brief word of kill, Nagisa released part of his bloodlust and looked his target in it's eyes. Those eyes that were covered by green stripes.

Perhaps... this teacher... might even accept my bloodlust.

That teacher definitely did feel the bloodlust coming off of Nagisa. As did everyone else, though they just thought it was a fluke.

"Then do it now! Once you've killed me, you're free to go home!"

Shouts of protest filled the class as Nagisa walked back to his seat.

I am an assassin. And my target... is my teacher. 

"An unkillable teacher..."

The green haired girl next to Nagisa was speaking out loud. And for once, he paid attention.

"Korosenai... koro... Oh! How about Koro Sensei?"

"Koro Sensei?"

At this, the newly named Koro-Sensei perked up and looked in their direction. He didn’t need to tell them, they all knew it was the right name... and so, in this assassination classroom, that is what he'd go by.

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With a delayed breath escaping his lips, Nagisa opened the door to his house - Or as he called it, the portal to hell itself- with a soft 'I'm home' leaving his mouth to no one in particular. While he wasn't exactly hopeful, he wasn't filled with as much dread as he could of been. When his mother was pissed from work or something else, he could feel her pointed rage from beyond the walls of her room or the kitchen.

He couldn’t feel it today. Perhaps he had a chance. . . If only I had the privilege of being so hopeful.

What he was mostly worried about of course was how the gunpowder from Terasaka's grenade burnt his tie and part of his uniform. Especially since Kunugigaoka's prices certainly weren't cheap. When he'd gotten a glance at the blazer during his first year he'd sworn he saw it going for 45,000! Asano certainly had his pockets full, especially with Koro-Sensei being a national secret.

Nagisa dug his nails into his palms as a way to ground himself before moving into the kitchen where his dormant beast of a mother would lay. . .

The birds chirped across the vast forest that was Kunugigaoka 3-E, the air coming in softly to show the transition from Winter to Spring where all the lush vibrancy of the forest was making itself known. In the midst of it all, on a deck chair directly underneath one of the stronger spots of the sun lay Koro-Sensei. The newly named teacher of the Assassination Classroom. He was equipped with a tropical drink and a newspaper, using this instead of his Mach 20 flight abilities to see the news around the world. He was only disappointed at how the press refused to move on from his destruction of the moon.

"The moon is all they're talking about in America, too. I wish there were more interesting front page news."

Unknown to the octopus that was reading a disappointing article, two students were concealing their presence in the wildlife to the left of him. One of these, was Tomohito Sugino, the sports geek of the group if you would. Baseball being his key interest.

"He makes a point of relaxing behind the school every day before class, with a drink and an English newspaper he got from Hawaii at Mach 20. Just as reported. Thanks, Nagisa."

With Sugino, stood Nagisa Shiota. The only student to successfully hurt Koro-Sensei so far. Although, some would argue he had Terasaka's help. There was a few moments when it was just silence. Nagisa seemed to be lost deep in thought which granted a look of curiosity from Sugino. Recollection flashed in Nagisa's eyes for all of a second before he nodded at Sugino.

"Good luck, Sugino."

If Koro-Sensei was this easy to kill, we'd of done it already... but at least this idea has more creativity then the spray and pray method. If only I had stronger arms for an approach like this.

"You got it. That ten billion yen is mine!"

Sugino held the baseball filled with anti Koro-Sensei BB's and prepared to throw. Originally, Nagisa was very hesitant to share the information he'd gathered on Koro-Sensei... but when he found out it was a fun little approach like this, he decided why not. Besides, based on Koro-Sensei's reaction to them both, he could determine if he had been seen when he stalked the teacher here the past few days. Sugino lifted his leg and tensed his arm before starting to throw.

I'm an assassin. And my target... is my teacher. 

The ball left Sugino's hand as it spun heavily while approaching Koro-Sensei at quite decent speeds. When it was a quarter of the way to it's destination though, Nagisa felt a shift in the wind behind him.

"Good morning!"

Nagisa turned around and inspected Koro-Sensei's eyes which scrunched a bit when he saw Nagisa... had he only seen Sugino prior? Unknown to Nagisa, Koro-Sensei was absolutely stunned that he hadn't detected Nagisa...

That boy... it's like he has experience trying to make himself as small as possible. 

"Remember, speak up when you greet someone!"

Sugino was still processing what happened, meanwhile, Nagisa bowed softly in his direction.

"Good morning, Koro-Sensei."

Not giving the lost student time to recuperate from what he'd witnessed - Or not witnessed to be more accurate - Koro-Sensei immediately began to analyse the assassination attempt with the duo.

"Embedding those anti-me BBs into a baseball? A fine idea! It wont make the kind of noise an airgun would."

But it wont stay completely silent.. the way Sugino threw that in an unnatural manner partially gave away the attempt.

Nagisa mused to himself curiously as he continued to listen to the thoughts his teacher had.

"However... I had all this time to use waiting for the ball to arrive once I had heard it, and my cells would fall apart if I touched those BBs directly. So that's why I popped over to the equipment room to grab a glove."

To flex his point, Koro-Sensei rose his tentacle holding the baseball glove with the baseball in it. Sugino looked absolutely gobsmacked while Nagisa gave him a tired look wondering if it was really necessary to show off his speed like that when he could of just dodged.

"I do hope you can kill me-- before graduation, that is. Now then, time for homeroom."

As he slithered away with his signature green stripes overlaying his arrogant round head, the school bell rung showing he was in fact right. Sugino sunk in on himself upon the attempt not working as Nagisa looked back at him for a moment before following his teacher inside.

With Spring now creeping in, the tulips in the flowerbed were truly starting to blossom. A nice change of pace to the gloomy, end of Winter atmosphere that had been going on.

Well, that's what I need to tell myself anyways.

As the teachings of Koro-Sensei went by, Kaede Kayano had to remind herself what her character would prefer. After all, Kaede is just the name of the persona she was wearing. Very few things mattered to her admittedly, only wanting to use all of her bloodlust on the tentacled menace who had murdered her sister in cold blood.

Very few things... so why does it make Akari curl in rage seeing Nagisa's state?

She never cared for anyone before, but when he had tried to kill himself the other day with Terasaka's assassination attempt... it actually bothered her. Why? Why does looking at his body and his clearly new uniform hurt?

. . . Is Nagisa wearing foundation?

Normally it was next to impossible to notice a light layer, but being the actor she was, Kayano spotted it. She wasn't 100% sure though but she decided to come up with a conversation topic so Nagisa didn’t get suspicious while she got closer.

"Hey, Nagisa-- Sugino's assassination attempt failed this morning, huh?"

It took Nagisa a moment to realize what she was talking about, then he turned his head back towards the Baseball fanatic of the class and hummed lowly. He didn’t understand why she was asking, wasn't it obvious that he failed? How he was wallowing in self pity? Though, appearances had to be kept so he just faintly nodded.

"Uh-huh. He's been down in the dumps ever since."

As if on cue, Nagisa and Kayano saw Sugino sigh and look at the hand he threw the ball with. Almost like he was cursing his very pitching strength. One of the duo didn’t understand his reaction, while the other sort of understood where Sugino was coming from. The one who didn’t then spoke back to Nagisa.

"It's nothing to get bummed out about. I mean, none of us have succeeded yet."

But thats not the point... he's so upset because he put his passion into something and it contributed nothing but embarrassment. . . Why's she so close?

Nagisa turned to face the front, noticing how close Kayano was to his face. He tried to play it cool, unknowing that Kayano was inspecting something. For now, he distracted himself by turning towards Koro-Sensei. He was teaching Japanese right now as he slowly turned towards the students. Then, in a blip of light, Nagisa found himself turning towards Sugaya and then towards the front of the classroom. This wasn't missed by Kayano's host.

. . . This... whelp actually saw who he went to?

Of course Kayano wouldn’t think of something so mean... maybe Akari, but not her. No... this was the one who was running the show, yet just giving Kayano the illusion of control as long as she agreed. Those beings she'd injected into herself soon after the moon exploded. That was neither here nor there though as Koro-Sensei spoke up with a menacing expression.

"Sugaya!"

The usual brooding smile was plastered on the octopuses head while he looked into the notebook of the artistic teen. Then all the tension immediately left as his eyes turned back to normal (or... whatever his normal was).

"So close! But my features are a bit finer than that."

To emphasize his point, he had drawn over it in red pen showing his arthropod-like body... but with an immensely slimmer and sharper jaw.

"YOU DONT HAVE A JAW!"

While most the students found the exchange amusing, Kaede simply leant away from Nagisa and furrowed her brows ever so slightly.

... He is.

The bell for class lunch went as the students were either packing up their equipment or unpacking their lunch. Some preferred to eat inside the classroom of course while others preferred the nature of the mountain to accompany their meal.

"Okay, class. I have some business to take care of today, so if you'll excuse me..."

It wasn't new for him to be off his way across the world, but some of the student body always had fun knowing where he was going.

"Business?"

The window slid open as the yellow octopus that was their teacher turned around with a soft nod.

"Yes. I'm catching a game in New York."

Without even explaining what type of game it was, the sonic boom exploded in the classroom having smoke and dust cover some of the teens in the room. The lighter ones always even got a tad bit blown back.

"There he goes."

"What's his deal?"

"It'd be nice if he brought bak some souvenirs for us, at least."

"Does anyone actually want souvenirs from their assassination target?"

"Something to eat, maybe. That way it wouldn’t stick around."

Several groups started to join in about the possibility of souvenirs in the form of snacks, booze (which was quickly shut down), women (which was both agreed on and shut down) or other items of the sort that weren't a permanent stay. Nagisa didn’t exactly feel like staying in the classroom, especially with the occasional looks Terasaka had been giving him since the suicide bombing attempt. Kayano had also been looking at him weirdly too. As Nagisa tried to leave, he found a familiar, adult face enter the room.

"Oh, Mr Karasuma!"

Karasuma wasnt just on his own, he had one of his subordinates with him. Not that it mattered to most of the class. Seeing them settle down - And frankly not wanting to be a part of the last conversation - Karasuma spoke up.

"How's it going? Any clues on how to kill him?"

"Clues?"

Nagisa replied, his expression staying neutral unlike all the others who turned down or refused to meet his gaze. Nagisa could only assume it was out of disappointment... though he was already quite pleased with what he'd gathered. Then, Hazama leant back and spoke while eyeing Sugino.

"Well, I mean, we are the E Class."

"It's impossible, Mr Karasuma."

"He's way too fast! You can’t kill anything that flies at Mach 20."

"Indeed, no army is capable of that feat."

Karasuma replied as he then took a look down, eyeing the blue haired student who looked like there was something he wanted to add. Had it been any other day, he may not have... but last night was particularly stressful, so he wasnt exactly in the mood to hold back.

"Actually, Sir... I came close."

This peaked Karasuma's interest, but the mood of the class immediately went down. Terasaka's gang was more so fearful at the reminder of what the octopus could do to their homes while the rest found it a bit depressing to think about.

"Oh? How so?"

Karasuma would of liked to call the boy by name, but he was frankly unaware of most students names. The only ones he knew were the Class presidents: Meg; and Isogai. Although the class looked at Nagisa, silently asking not to recall the memory, he spoke anyways.

"I managed to blow off some of his tentacles with Terasaka's help. Unfortunately i'm unsure if we'll get that far for a while."

The class knew why, Koro-Sensei had forbidden attempts that would put someones life at risk, and no one was hungry enough to put their own at jeopardy... at least thats what they thought. Karasuma was dense, but he wasn't stupid. Clearly this attempt had unsettled the class... so he decided not to push forwards with it much more.

"I see... only a few weeks in as well, it's good progress. The government wishes they could help, but unfortunately, only you have the opportunity. For whatever reason, he insists on being your teacher. Left to his own devices, come next March, he'll blow Earth up. One look at that carved-up moon and you'll know: come March, the entire human race will be beyond all help. He's too dangerous to be left alive. This classroom is the only place he can be killed."

As he finished his speech, the E Class misfits were beginning to truly realize that they could become the heroes who would save the planet. What most didn’t understand though...

Why is Koro-sensei trying to destroy Earth? Why come teach our class now?

Everyone was eating their boxed lunches from home in the classroom... well, almost everyone. Nagisa had just left due to noticing his classmates glancing at him from his incident with Mr Karasuma. They didn’t hate him, but it was an incident they were still sour about. Whether it was because they felt guilty or felt like Nagisa could of done more, he wasn't sure.

It wasn't just that though, Nagisa had already eaten enough for his body. So he slid open the door with his homework in hand that he needed to turn in within the next few days. May as well get it done early. However something caught his interest as he leant back and stared into the open window.

Koro-Sensei... talking to Sugino? About what? Maybe... he's pissed at Sugino's attempt yesterday? 

Currently Koro-Sensei and Sugino were just talking on the steps. Nagisa took about two seconds to go from the window to the door that led to the steps... and thats all the time it took.

"Wow, he's really up in arms!"

Nagisa proclaimed as he watched Sugino get... tentacled for lack of a better word. Nagisa ran down the slight slope of grass as he approached Koro-Sensei seemingly abusing Sugino with his tentacles.

"Koro-Sensei! What are you doing?!"

Nagisa tried to be more level headed then the others, but this didn’t look like anything but assault. So he kind of just had to say it how it was.

"What about your pledge to not hurt the students?"

All that came from Koro-Sensei was a small laugh as he then addressed the boy wrapped inside of his tentacles.

"Sugino... that unique pitching form I saw yesterday? You're copying major league pitcher Arita, aren't you?"

An exclaimed gasp came from the darker haired boy between the two outside as of this moment. Koro-Sensei turned to his side and allowed Sugino to finally stand, away from the inspection of his tentacles.

"But you know, the tentacles don’t lie. Your shoulder muscles are out of whack compared to Arita's."

In this time, Nagisa slowly walked round to stand next to Sugino and look his teacher square in the eyes. Meanwhile, Sugino sweatdropped and gulped before proceeding to speak, already predicting what was about to be said.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Sugino's question came out a bit more spiteful and forced then he meant, however he kept with it. Suddenly, a shadow cast over their teacher, casting him in an ominous and intense light.

"You won't be able to pitch his super fastballs with that body, no matter how much you try to imitate him."

The duo stood in silence as one groveled in self misery over a failure he had no control over... the other was curious though... curious as to why he was so sure. If Nagisa was in a better mood, he'd likely ask civilly.

It doesn't help that I've been stared at like a circus animal all day... and now Koro-Sensei is making these bold claims just to put us down further...?

"How... how can you be so sure?"

He tried to be casual, he truly did. But as he thought about this situation, he could only recall memories of his past. Memories which made his fists quiver and shake. Memories which made his pupils sharpen at Koro-Sensei.

"Oh Nagisa-Chan, my perfect daughter... theres not a masculine bone in your body. If only I could of been like that."

"With that disappointing appearance of a body, this is all you'll ever be useful for. You're a masterpiece at my craft and mine only."

No matter how hard I tried to be something my parents didn’t want... i was berated for it because of something that was out of my control. And now Sugino has to suffer the same...? It's not fair!

"Nagisa?"

Sugino couldn’t see Nagisa replaying accursed memories on reply in his mind, memories that made him cringe violently when seen. Sugino just assumed this was Nagisa's selfless nature... not Nagisa getting caught up in flashbacks and struggling to tell the different between him and reality.

"Because we're misfits? Because we're the E Class--the End Class?”

"It's so disappointing when you try to change who you are dear... you're my daughter... my sweet Nagisa-Chan. You don’t need to cut your hai-"

"ITS MY BODY AND MY LI-"

SMACK

"YOU ARE MY DAUGHTER, NAGISA! MY ROUND TWO! YOU DONT GET TO DECIDE WHAT YOU WANT YOU UNGRATEFUL BRAT!"

This time, Sugino didn't miss it and fully shuddered at the feeling, but Koro-Sensei was used to it. In the octopuses eyes, he saw Nagisa... scared... furious... but also such a large aura of pure bloodlust. Not directed at anyone, but simply there and expanding... brewing... waiting to explode. Nagisa didn’t see his teacher in front of him. He saw him mother who was denying him something that was out of his control yet again.

"BECAUSE I'M JUST A LOSER AND A LOST FUCKING CAUSE!! IS THAT IT?!"

Sugino -Luckily for Nagisa- was too caught up in the feeling of rejection of what he wanted to be that he missed what Nagisa fully said. However, the teacher wasn't so blind. He heard it, and he felt the magnitudes of bloodlust rush towards him. But as a former Reaper, it was a feeling he was used to. He used to once even enjoy the feeling, but seeing his student lost in memories and threatening to use that bloodlust on anyone -It was him right now... but who knows if it changed to someone like Terasaka later- was not something he could ignore just to comfort Sugino. A sigh left the octopus as he wondered how to teach both of them a slightly different lesson at the same time.

Hayate... I refuse to let someone fall under my wrongdoings once more.

A tentacle found itself on both the childrens heads. Nagisa's fight of flight instinct kicked in as he directed all the bloodlust to that tenta-

Oh... it's a tentacle... so mom isn't...?

Nagisa's pupils slowly came back to their normal size as the overwhelming pile of bloodlust hid back within his small body. A sigh of relief escaped Nagisa as he looked over to Koro-Sensei who also had a tentacle on Sugino's head now as well. Once the teacher had their attention, he spoke.

"You misunderstand me. I'm speaking entirely on first hand experience. First through eighth hand experience!"

A newspaper was pulled up showing how the signature baseball player that Sugino aspired to be was tentacled by the teacher in the exact same way he had just moments ago.

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?"

There... the emotions of anger are defused... and now they'll listen if I lecture. 

The humor was a means to direct a different array of emotions out of the two. He couldn’t teach two students who was depressed and utterly furious after all.

"I even got his autograph~"

"You asked him for an autograph after you assaulted him?!"

Now that the tension had died down, Koro-Sensei retracted his tentacles from the boys heads as he put away the newspaper and autograph. Sugino, now not being completely depressed, spoke up.

"He's right though. Some of us are born with talent, and some, not so much."

A tentacle found itself around Sugino's wrist as the lecture proceeded to start.

"Arita's wrists and elbows aren't as flexible as yours. Like I said, these tentacles dont lie. Given enough time and practice, you could become just as good a player, if not better."

Then a tentacle found itself on the two boys shoulders as he now panned his glance over to Nagisa.

"Nagisa. The only lost cause is trying to be someone you're not. Whether its someone you're trying to imitate or something someone else wishes you to be. That is a lost cause. Not you and not the person you wish to grow up to become. Talent exists in various forms, and one such talent is sticking true to yourself, because no one can be your true self. Next time, you should try assassinating me in your own style, Sugino."

With that, Koro-Sensei began to walk away as Nagisa found himself staring at his teacher in awe. Meanwhile Sugino was looking down at said wrists and elbows that had been complimented. Nagisa, not wanting to let this go, chased Koro-Sensei into the building as he spoke.

"E-excuse me, Sir!"

Just before Koro-Sensei was about to enter the teachers lounge, he turned towards Nagisa who was holding his work book.

"Did you really fly all the way to New York just to give Sugino some advice?"

"Why not? I'm his teacher."

Nagisa noticed it. How he didn’t even hesitate for a fraction of a second to answer. It was what he truly felt he owed to the class and even someone as pessimistic as Nagisa could tell.

"Well it's just, most teachers i know wouldn’t go that far for a student, even if they could fly at Mach 20. I mean... here you are planning to blow up the planet by the time we graduate and all that."

He also noticed that this time, Koro-Sensei took longer to respond. Whether it was some inner turmoil or not knowing the right way to respond, the blue haired student wasn't sure. But it was something to keep in mind.

"Nagisa, the details aren't important. Let's just say I'm here to make good on a promise, one I don’t take lightly. The Earth will be destroyed, yes. But my priority is to you and your classmates."

As he was explaining, he had taken Nagisa's book out his hands and begun grading at mach 20. It was always a wonder to see his tentacles do obsolete tasks at such incredible speeds.

"Nothing beats me giving the credit you kids are due, not even me blowing up the Earth."

Nagisa took his marked book back, seeing how his work had been marked. Along with how Koro-Sensei had added something extra at the end.

Give 10 reasons in English for why this tentacle is so cute.

"Could you maybe not write questions like this on the back of our tests? We get it, you're fast. No point in being all weird about it, right?"

All the seriousness from that lesson had died right down in a single moment as the teacher looked utterly dejected at what Nagisa suggested. It was like that thought truly hadn't crossed his mind at all.

"Awe... it's only a bonus question."

"Honestly, sir... it feels more like a punishment."

Koro-Sensei stumbled on his words for a moment as he brought the pen up to eat into his now green stripped face.

"Anyways... I hope you students take to assassinating me with as much care as I do educating you! Not that you'll ever pull it off of course, ehehe~"

"I dunno sir, I've already come pretty close, and theres still eleven months to go. I did promise that your life would end my March 13th."

A simple laugh came from Koro-Sensei along with a proud expression at his student.

Nagisa... you've definitely got your bucket-full of issues. It seems I have my work cut out for me with this one, even more so then my first.

A few days had passed and currently Koro-sensei was rapidly trying to fill the flower shaped holes he had ruined because he was showing off. Most found it amusing while some were annoyed he was supposedly putting up an act. With a faint smile on his face, Nagisa was writing in his notepad in the corner. Not seeing a reason to make his presence vanish, he wasnt surprised when he heard Kayano from behind him.

"What are you writing, Nagisa?"

Admittedly, this was something Nagisa kind of wanted to keep to himself... however it was be oddly suspect if he kept them to himself. Luckily he hadn't gotten round to writing all the weaknesses he'd found yet so there was still some exclusive to him.

"I thought I'd jot down Koro-Sensei's weak points. I might get a good assassination hint from 'em."

Seemingly intrigued, Kayano leant in over his shoulder with a hum to look at his notes.

Koro-Sensei's Weak Points #2: When he shows off, things get shaky.

Kayano was an actress and someone who wanted to use these things to her own merit. However, even she was frankly stumped at how this was supposed to be of value to her. A few moments passed as she looked blankly at the notes.

"And that's supposed to be useful?"

Hearing her blunt question, Nagisa hummed in seeming defeat and disappointment. He had to resist the urge to roll his eyes at her.

You don’t get a right to complain, it's more then you've come up with.

Oh how Nagisa truly had to hold that back. It was like the greenette was trying to get a reaction out of him with all the bluntness and stupid questions recently. Luckily though, Sugino came in and took the notepad off Nagisa as to avert the attention to himself.

"Whaddya mean? They could come in handy!"

He flipped the notepad back over to the first page to see a semi decent drawing and info page about their target.

"Height: about 3 meters standing tall. Weight: Lighter then he looks. Birthdate: Unknown. Weak Points: Unknown. Special moves: supersonic speed cruising... the hell is this?"

Just look over the key information about his weight then.

Kayano leant in to take a look at the page, making sure he wasnt making it up. Though she could already tell from Sugino's unamused expression that this was the case.

"So... not useful, then."

Just adapt the meek persona... the target is watching.

"Not right now. Perhaps in the future though..."

They saw note #2 but didn’t even look at #1...

Koro-Sensei Weak Points #1: Around the afternoon, Koro-Sensei gets drowsy and tired. Usually when he's back from a trip.

Kunugigaoka Junior High School wasn't only comprised of Class 3-E. They were the exception, the bottom of the barrel. The other students are elite members of a prestigious prep school. This majestic building with almost an intimidating design was formed to teach the students to be strong by one man and one man only. One even Koro-Sensei would have to abide by.

"I believe the Ministry of Defense has already informed you, but as of tomorrow, I'll be joining the E Class as their P.E. teacher."

The principal. His office was a wide and empty space with only his desk and the flag of the school. His entire office facing towards the outside was covered with windows so he could keep watch. The only light in the office was the natural light of the sun which cast a dark view of this man.

"I'll be keeping an eye on him, of course, but the students will be needing technical and mental support. Never fear: I have my teaching certificate and it's still in date."

Agent Karasuma and one of his co-workers stood in front of the Principals desk. Said man wasn't even looking at them. His chair had him faced out the window to where only his light brown hair and a part of his expensive brown suit could be seen.

"Go ahead. Just remember: their education and safety come first."

The tone that came from his voice was curt, to the point, yet dismissive. It was as if he wasn't even fearful of the government... and perhaps, he wasn't. He ran the entire operation since he owned the building for the conditions after all. After a bit of silence, Karasuma and his colleague turned around.

"If you'll excuse us."

The door shut, leaving the Principal to his own devices.

Karasuma trudged up the mountain after observing some of the students on the main campus. All that the other classes talked about was avoiding the End Class. The only ones who didn’t were the A Class and even they weren't too interesting.

It's a worker ant theory. It's harsh, but effective. Besides... it gives us a perfect place for our operations. Those End-Class pariahs must just be waiting to snap... well, one already did. I believe Nagisa said he took out a few tentacles, something even the military couldn’t do. I'll have to get some information from him about the encounter.

Soon, Karasuma had arrived at the top of the mountain and saw the campus in view. He wasn't even winded in the slightest whereas most people would be. With a laptop in hand and a stride as confident as possible, he found himself in front of Kayano carrying some bamboo.

"Hello, Mr. Karasuma!"

He stopped in front of her and thought for a moment, but decided there wasn't a need to mince words.

"Hello. Starting tomorrow, I'll be here to help out as your teacher."

"Oh, will you? So now you're Professor Karasuma!"

A silence brewed for several seconds as Karasuma recited hundreds of reasons why he didn’t like the sound of that. However he eventually decided to not comment on it and look around.

"By the way... where is he?"

Karasuma saw a student run out the main exit with some rope and towards a tree. Then when he turned to Kayano, she was still bouncing in place with the bamboo.

"Well, Koro-Sensei ruined the class's flowerbed, so to make up for it, he's holding an assassination tournament, but with a handicap."

As they turned to the large tree out front, both could see Koro-Sensei tied to a rope on the tree swinging at high speeds. Green stripes covered his face as students tried to poke at him with bamboo covered with Anti-Sensei knives on the ends.

"A little something extra by way of apology! Where else could you find another teacher who can move like this?"

Nagisa had taken a few shots and gotten close... but with him so on guard, it wasn't likely he'd actually it. So he just stood there with a gun looking completely dumbfounded. While Nagisa was one of the more mature ones of the class, even this was a ridiculous sight.

"Any luck, Nagisa?"

"He's not taking us seriously..."

As Karasuma watched, his eyebrow twitched in mild annoyance while watching the scene.

"You call this assassination?"

Almost on cue, Nagisa gasped and reached into his back pocket. He pulled out his notepad and started to look through it.

"But--hang on. Going by Koro-Sensei's weak points..."

Even Karasuma was looking at him...

This kid, he's even dotting down notes on the targets weak points...

"I'm afraid it's no use, students of Class E! Even with this handicap, I'm still far faster! Killing me is still a far-off dream--"

The branch shook as he danced around before falling to the floor and Koro-Sensei with it.

BANG!

Unlike the other students who were in shock, Nagisa shot immediately catching the attention of everyone. Even Koro-Sensei who reacted to it later then normal. He had almost been hit.

"RATS!! AHH!"

BANG BANG

"TOO DANGEROUS! TOO DANGEROUS!"

BANG BANG

Nagisa's shots didn’t let up, striking with almost scary accuracy while the other kids of the class gathered their bearings and tried to start stabbing him. Kayano looked dumbfounded as Nagisa reloaded his gun before immediately unloading another mag onto him from a distance.

"These notes might actually come in handy."

BANG BANG BANG

"Yeah. I'm gonna keep at it."

BANG BANG

A bullet grazed Koro-Sensei's hat as Karasuma was both dumbfounded and impressed. The former was taking more of a lasting impression though as the target tried to wiggle free.

"Hey... wait! M-My tentacles are tangled up in the ropes! Why, you little..."

Koro-Sensei Weak Points #3: He has an unbelievably short fuse.

Koro-Sensei burst into the air and landed on the top of the school building as the students watched in awe.

"Damn! He got away!"

Once Koro-Sensei got his bearings, he started to gloat in superiority.

"You'll never make it all the way up here--"

BANG

Nagisa's last bullet of his second mag grazed Koro-Sensei's left tentacle leaving a slight steam mark. However there wasn't enough pressure and accuracy to snipe him with a pistol from the ground nearing 30 feet away. Koro-Sensei gasped as he heeled over and panted with sweat pouring down his head.

"Phew... I'm doubling tonight's homework."

Koro-Sensei's Weak Point #4: No Tolerance.

"SO PETTY!!"

"THANKS A LOT NAGISA!!"

Said student nervously rubbed the back of their head as he looked away and anxiously laughed.

"Ah... well he was just standing there, y'know?"

And then, Koro-Sensei disbursed with a sonic-boom to leave all the students to revel in their near success. Karasuma watched them boat and gush about the assassination with an odd look.

Junior-high kids talking happily about assassination? This is one unusual space, all right.

Then Karasuma turned towards Kayano and Nagisa -Who was writing down the two new weak points in his notebook- as the female spoke to the bluenette.

"Think we can kill him, Nagisa?"

"We will. Otherwise, I'd never be able to live it down."

It's so strange... how the students with the liveliest expressions at this school... are here in E Class, with their target teaching them. Even stranger though... is the enigma here.

He spared one last glance at Nagisa before heading into the campus building to set up.

The Ministry of Defense building was astronomically large. The red headed devil was surprised that he had been asked to come. The workers there were even more surprised that he came without any sort of guardians dropping him off. Currently he was reading something that had been handed to him by a worker.

"Those are the circumstances. Given the crisis the Earth is in, you must speak of them to no one. If this gets out, you will be made to undergo a memory-wiping operation."

"Eeeyikes!"

Even to the sadistic creature, the idea of having his memories completely removed did not sound like a fun time. Besides, this looked like a gold mine in front of him.

"All members of the E Class have received the same explanation; they're already part of the mission. Therefore, you too will be given the assassination assignment."

As he finished listening to her, he threw the conditions to the side and started playing with the Anti-Sensei knife with an uncertain look about it on his face. Then he started to bend it with no real effort as he spoke to them, not even worried about annoying government members in the slightest.

"So, uh... does this rubber knife really work?"

"Yea. It's harmless to humans, but we guarantee it will work on him."

Right, harmless to humans...

So he's some kind of alien?

"Huh! I don’t much care if he's not human to be honest."

He vented some of his frustrations by slamming the knife into the conditions paper right where the targets face was.

"I've always wanted to try... killing me a teacher...~"

His predatory gaze met the workers who shuddered slightly. The wave of bloodlust coming off of him was not hidden, and certainly not expected of someone in Junior High. But he made no attempt at keeping it concealed. Unlike some people, he wasnt a snake waiting to strike at the right moment.

I bet you're having a field day with this you sociopathic bastard. . .

Nagisa. 

Chapter Text

The story of the Lion and the Mouse

Contrary to popular belief, when the lion saw it's prey... it didn’t strike straight away. Instead, the lion took a closer look and saw the mouse isolated from it's peers, just like the lion was. All it took was a friendly approach and all of a sudden, the iddy biddy mouse and the powerful lion were almost inseparable.

The lion was rough and strong, it had fun proving it's position in the food chain. It would badly beat up the other animals in the chain but never kill or eat. It was a moral code not to kill or eat anything. Anything that's still alive that is. Even with this brute-like nature, the lion was cunning and smart. Almost unprecedentedly so. It struck the mouse with awe at how it could come up with such diabolical plans while also always impressing it's 'superiors'.

The mouse used that word lightly. It knew the lion could hurt and overthrow them at any point, but this lion didn’t want to leave the place where it was at the top. So while it started trouble and fights, it never broke any major rules. The lion was scared of no one and did whatever it wanted... the mouse admired that and wished it had the will to do so.

The lion feared nothing... or at least it thought so. It had such immense strength, so what could hurt it? While it was waiting for the mouse one day, the mouse snuck up on him and for the first time... the lion felt like it could die. The venom and diseases it held in its bites could strike down anyone if it so wished. The lion may win in a fight... but the mouse could kill it. Seeing as a one off though, the lion stayed.

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The Lion found the mouse stood in a pool of blood surrounded by victims.

"One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight!"

The sounds of exercise echoing across the field on a sunny afternoon could be heard in the outdoors of Class 3-E. In their blue and cyan PE outfits, the students were practicing swinging their knives in different directions. Their feet were planted firmly on the floor in a stance to hold their ground.

In front of the students stood the newly appointed Mr Karasuma. Gone was his smart looking blazer, only leaving him in the white button up shirt paired with a black tie and some grey work pants. To his right stood Koro-Sensei, instead of his usual teaching getup was an oversized sports shirt just saying his name on it.

"Wield your knives properly from all eight directions, now."

Karasuma yelled out to the kids since some of them were getting a bit unfocused. It wasn't in a mean spirited way, he just wanted them to stay on task. Seeing them pick themselves back up to a good standard, he started talking to the target without looking at him.

"From now on, I'm in charge of phys ed."

"That makes me a little lonely..."

Koro-Sensei's face turned down slightly with his smile not being as prominent as normal. This didn’t faze Karasuma in the slightest though.

"Didn’t I tell you to make yourself scarce during this period? Go play in the sandbox or something."

As he gestured to it with his thumb over his shoulder, Koro-Sensei was already there... that didn’t stop him from sulking though as he patted a pile of sand.

"You're so mean, Mr Karasuma. Why, my students happen to like my gym classes!"

Upon hearing this, most the students stopped to chime in. Only a few of them continuing their swings as the sweat dripped from their hair. Sugaya was the first to allow his thoughts to come out though.

"Liar. Your physical abilities are just too different."

At the mention of this, the class remembered as Koro-Sensei would do exercises at mach 20 and hold the classroom to the same standard. It was certainly one of the classes of all time.

"You're just too far out."

"I'd like a human teacher for gym, thanks."

Koro-Sensei somehow looked even more dejected then before as he went to balancing rocks on top of each other. Seeing as their reminiscence was done, Karasuma decided to resume the lesson for those who paused.

"Okay, let's get back to work."

Though before most got back to work, Maehara questioned him.

"But Mr Karasuma, is there any point to all this training? And should we be doing it right in front of our target?"

At least one of those is a decent question

Nagisa mused to himself as he and Kayano stopped swinging their knives and paid attention to what was seemingly going to be an explanation and lecture.

"It's the same in assassination as in studying: Drill the basics and they'll serve you well."

The same huh...? So I can apply this to studying...?

"Isogai, Maehara, step forward. Try hitting me with those knives."

That was certainly a declaration to the class. Two of the more physically fit boys just hitting him. Maybe winning was out of the question, but to those who weren't experienced It seemed like credential suicide.

"Are you sure?"

"As a team?"

Without even missing a beat, Karasuma nodded and spoke back to the duo.

"Those knives won't hurt us humans. If they give me so much as a scratch, you can go home for the day."

He loosened his tie as that prize lingered in the air for the duo. One would likely use that time to continue being a womanizing scumbag, the other could use it to spend more time at his job.

"Uh... well, er... okay, then."

They got into motion as Isogai immediately charged Karasuma with a slash. The government agent though nearly effortless dodged to the side at near super-human speeds.

"Come on."

Karasuma provoked as Maehara charged at him, only to have his arm grabbed and softly push to the side like he was nothing more then an infant. As he recuperated, Isogai caught up as they both took their turns slashing at him and sometimes doing so at the same time. All of it was in vain though as Karasuma near effortlessly shook them off and kept them at an arms distance.

"As you see, with a little knowledge, even I can handle the knives of two amateurs."

Even I? Ha! Karasuma really is something... he's in a different league.

Both the boys charged again, but their arms wielding the knives were grabbed as they were thrown to the floor.

"If you can’t hit me, your chance of hitting him at Mach 20 is slim to none. See? While we were sparring, he built Osaka Castle in the sandbox, changed clothes, and is brewing up some tea!"

It was certainly infuriating to see... but the lesson had been drilled into those who were unsure a few minutes ago. Karasuma pulled both the boys up as he wrapped up the lecture.

"Once the whole class is capable of hitting me, your chance of success will increase by leaps and bounds."

Karasuma redid his tie up to his neck and then faced the rest of the student body before continuing.

"During gym class, I'll be teaching you stabbing, shooting, and all the assassination basics. That's all for today."

"Thank you!"

All the students bowed as they finished the lesson, admittedly actually quite thankful for the demonstration. Though all except the target were unaware of the presence watching them from the top of the stairs to the classrooms.

The bell then went for class as the students were making their way back to the building. Nagisa and Sugino at the front. Recently, Nagisa had actually found Sugino to be tolerable. Sure he was loud, but he was actually creative in his ways to kill Koro-Sensei. Plus, he was good practice for training. Though he wasn't that smart so Nagisa couldn’t use him for that.

"A quiz in sixth period, eh?"

"Wouldn’t have to do so if we hit Mr Karasuma. Though his moves were too polished."

He mused out loud with small admiration before he looked at the top of the stairs. Even if Koro-Sensei could see his face right now, his emotion was unreadable. Since he didn’t speak, the devil at the top of the stairs did.

"Hey, Nagisa. It's been a while."

Something taking away from this boys intimidating presence though was the carton of juice he was holding in his hands. After a few more moments, Nagisa finally spoke.

"Karma... you're back!"

A moment of eye contact was flashed to Nagisa as now the entire classes attention was on the new boy. It took a moment but Nagisa soon gave a smile back as Karma's attention was taken to the target. He seemingly trudged down the staircase while being quite unbothered of the sight as he walked through the student body.

"Huh! So that's the infamous Koro-Sensei? Whoa, he really does look like an octopus."

Karma didn’t stop until he was a few feet in front of Koro-Sensei. His right hand in his pocket and the other holding his juice box. His entire demeanor displayed a casual, laid back, even friendly attitude.

Only I know though... he's like me. He's not an amateur.

"Karma Akabane... is it? I'd heard your suspension was up today. But you shouldn’t be tardy on your first day back."

Koro-Sensei's face turned purple with a darker shade of said color appearing on his face in the shape of an X. Karma only offered a seemingly nervous laugh before responding.

"It's hard to get back into the swing of things. Feel free to call me by my first name. Nice to meet you, Teach!"

"Likewise. Lets make this a fun year."

As they went to shake hand an tentacle though... the tentacle exploded out of no where. He quickly threw his juice box slightly to the right of Koro-Sensei's head as a knife dripped from the sleeve of his left hand. He tried to slash at Koro-Sensei but it was narrowly avoided as he put some distance between the two.

"Wow. You really are fast... and those knives really do work. I sliced one up really fine and stuck the pieces on. But to be caught by such a simple move, and to jump back all that way... what are you, a scaredy cat?"

Karma hasn't changed... he hurt Koro-Sensei even quicker then I did. 

A genuine smile trudged onto Nagisa's lips as Karma began to close the distance. Before he did, Koro-Sensei's tentacle regenerated.

"I heard they call you 'Koro-Sensei' because you're unkillable."

The moment Karma got right in front of the octopus, said target stepped back a bit. To make up for this though, Karma leant forwards right up close to him.

"But what's this? Are you a pushover after all?"

His teachers face was rapidly turning red as Nagisa watched in amazement.

Karma always was better at me in being verbal.. was it wise to make his intentions known so soon though?

Before he could answer himself, Kayano walked up to Nagisa kind of curious.

"Nagisa, what kind of person is this Karma?"

Right... she only recently came here. Don’t spill too much.

"Well... we were in the same class our first and second years, but then his continued violent behavior earned him an expulsion. And those sorts of students end up here in the E class, too. But... here he might just be a star student."

"What do you mean?"

"When it comes to melee weapons and foul play, Karma's got us all beat."

Even me. But I have my strengths.

That stayed unsaid though as Karma walked away from Koro-Sensei. Karma was clearly satisfied at his work as the students then went to go and do their test.

The soft sound of squishing could be heard through Class 3-E as they were trying to do their tests in silence. Koro-Sensei was at the front of the classroom pressing his fist against the wall again and again.

"What's Koro-Sensei been doing all this time?"

"Is he... punching the wall?"

"I think so--Karma's smack talking must have made him mad."

"But his tentacles are too soft to damage the walls."

Koro Sensei Weak Points #5: His punches are soft.

However, not everyone was happy to just listen to this with the circumstances of their tests being a pressing issue.

"Ugh--enough! Quit with the squishing! We're trying to take a quiz here!"

At this, Koro-Sensei immediately started sweating as the students looked over to his happy go lucky expression.

"P-Pardon me!"

The back of the class was a lot more casual then the front. Especially the back row. Terasaka was slacking on his test because he didn’t want to do it, though Karma wasn't due to his own reasons.

"Hey, Karma, you sure about this? That monster is pissed."

"This is all on you, man! Sure you're not better off holin' up at home?"

Terasaka and his gang spoke to Karma. The lion who could rule over the class if he wanted to, but would rather someone else do the ground work. With his calm demeanor, not even worried slightly about the resident bully, he spoke to them.

"You'd be pissed, too, Terasaka, if someone's started to try and kill you. Not like when a certain someone apparently messed up and wet himself."

Admittedly, Karma didn’t know the ins and outs of the assassination attempts. He'd only been told the rough ideas.

A spray and pray method that didn’t work, a toy grenade that messed up, tying him to a tree... only Nagisa has managed to hit a decent blow. I'll have to ask him about it later.

Of course, Karma wasn't aware of how Terasaka and Nagisa's attempts were linked in a way. The class didn’t want to figure out what'd happen if he did. Slamming his fist on the desk, Terasaka's teasing attitude turned to one of annoyance and being flustered.

"I did not wet myself! You cruisin' for a bruisin', pal?!"

"You there! No loud noises during a test! Why, that could even be considered cheating!"

Not noticing the irony in how he was telling his students off, Koro-Sensei carelessly told off the students at the back. Karma put on his good boy facade though and spoke back.

"Sorry, Koro-Sensei. I've already finished, so I'll just sit here quietly and eat my gelato."

Out of seemingly no where, Karma had pulled out a pink gelato. Of course Koro-Sensei didn’t catch on instantly.

"Not during class, you won't!"

A moment of quiet passed as the octopus stared at the ice cream for a moment, trying to discern where he'd seen it before.

"T-That's the gelato I brought back from Italy yesterday!"

The students immediately paled knowing that their test wouldn’t be silent. They'd get distracted, because of Karma yes... but also because of the mutant octopus teaching them.

"Oh, sorry! It was just chilling in the staff room."

"'Sorry' won't cut it! I had to fly through the coldest stratosphere to keep that from melting, too!"

That predatory look in Karmas eyes then appeared as he took a lick of the gelato, seemingly not caring about Koro-Sensei's bright red face.

"Huh... So, whaddya gonna do about it? Hit me?"

The way he said it with so much force... yet with such an unamused expression on his face, it sent shivers down most peoples spines. Nagisa stopped taking his test to turn around and saw the Karma he was familiar with.

The way he can just come out with these things.. I truly envy it. He's abusing Koro-Sensei's weak points arguably better then anyone else.

Koro-Sensei started to walk towards Karma as he spoke.

"I will not! I'll just have what's left! Come now, hand it o--"

BOOM

As Koro-Sensei reached near Karmas desk, the sound of his tentacles exploding could be heard.

"Anti-me BBs!"

The floor near Karma was covered with them as Koro-Sensei's face turned back to it's usual yellow.

BANG BANG BANG BANG

During his confusion, Karma tried to shoot Koro-Sensei several times until his clip was empty. All the while a soft yet unmistakable psychotic laugh left his lips.

"Gotcha again!"

Nagisa had to think on if he wanted to join the gunfire with Karma... however this didn’t look like an assassination attempt. This just looked like something to piss off Koro-Sensei. Something Nagisa wasn't really good at. As Koro-Sensei tried to regenerate, Karma walked towards him without a shred of fear.

"I'll just keep using the same old tricks. Even if it interferes with class. If you don’t like it, kill me."

He let that hang in the air for a moment as it cut through everyone like a knife... Karma had this way of making it seem like thats what he truly wanted. Though most just knew it was him making a line Koro-Sensei couldn’t cross. But still...

The lack of care this boy has for his own life...

Koro-Sensei mused as Karma smashed the gelato against his teaching outfit and let it drop.

"But the second you do... no one'll see you as a teacher anymore. You'll just be a murderous monster. You, the teacher, will be killed like me."

His eyes stared into Koro-Sensei's as he made his bloodlust known. Like Nagisa's outside that one time, it was almost like a pure red aura of utter malice towards what Koro-Sensei stood for. The other students couldn’t help but shiver and sweat drop at the sight... besides the green and blue haired duo. The latter staring in pure admiration and the former had their foreign controller enjoy it in pure amusement. Karma then threw his test to Koro-Sensei's tentacle as he walked past, letting his targeted bloodlust fade.

"Here's my quiz. Probably got 'em all right. See ya, Teach. Let's play some more tomorrow."

And like that, he left the classroom. He didn’t own the place, but he made damn well sure everyone knew he could if he truly wanted to. As Nagisa finished the last question, he couldn’t help but softly smile to himself.

Karma has always been extremely quick-witted. Like here. He saw there was a line Koro-Sensei couldn’t cross without losing his 'teacherness,' and the tactics he uses make him toe that line. He has the smarts to see the heart of the matter, and the skill to manipulate just about anyone, but he uses them to clash with people out of his own bloodlust. He's sanguinary... just like me. 

Koro-Sensei soared through the skys at Mach 20, thoughts of the new boy circling his mind.

"Honestly... Now he's forced me to go buy more gelato. He's smart and tough, but as he says, if I'm going to stay a teacher, I'm not allowed to kill or hurt him."

As he clutched the fully marked and perfectly scored test in his tentacles, he pondered on what to do.

"What concerns me... how carelessly he makes those threats to his own life. It's almost like he truly doesn't care if he lives or dies. And that's not even the most worrying thing. So... How to deal with him, then?"

Nagisa and Sugino had walked down to the Kunugigaoka station when they parted ways.

"See ya, Nagisa!"

"Yep! See you tomorrow!"

The class 3-D students waited for Sugino to leave before they turned their attention to the short bluenette a few feet in front of them.

"Hey, look! It's Nagisa! Right at home down in the E Class."

"He'll never make it back to our class like that."

Who said I want to? Especially when I'm living a true fantasy.

"Plus, Akabane's back in E Class now that his suspension's over!l

"Really!? I would seriously rather die then wind up there."

It took Nagisa a lot of willpower to not take him up on the offer, however a certain lion beat him to it as a wine bottle was smashed right above their head.

"Really? You'd rather die? Like... now?"

The broken glass bottle was now pointed at the D Class students who were shaking in pure fear. Karma's waves of bloodlust acting up again, wrapping itself around their neck and threatening to suffocate them there.

"A-Akabane!"

"I'm g-good thanks!"

And they ran off before Karma could truly do any harm. He dropped the bottle, not caring if it smashed as he turned to face Nagisa.

"Like I'd actually do it! With such great toys to play with, who wants another suspension?"

His eyes met Nagisa as he spoke, closing the distance as Nagisa understood the message.

He knows I'd clean up his mess if he actually did... he has strings attached to my throat and yet, I really couldn’t care.

"Karma..."

Before he could call Karma out though, the devil in front of him decided to speak instead. He wasn't so blind after all, he knew Nagisa knew.

"So listen, Nagisa, there's something I wanted to ask you."

Karma was cooking up some ideas... and honestly, Nagisa was more then happy to help. Not out of a place of love, but comradely.

"I understand you know a few things about Koro-Sensei."

"Uh, well, I've been taking notes."

Nagisa scanned himself through the station lines as they started to wait for the train.

"Does he get mad if you call him an octopus?"

Always one for the petty things first... rile him up, make him flustered, then strike.

"An octopus? On the contrary, I think. His self-portrait is an octopus, and he picks the octopus character in games. And when he was digging around in the sandbox... he made an Octopus Trap joke. So if he's making jokes like that, I'd say the octopus thing is kind of his trademark."

"Hmm. That gives me a little idea."

Nagisa knew that tone of voice... and he imagined he knew what face Karma was making.

He's pretty close to the train tracks...

"What are you up to now, Karma?"

"I'm satisfied, is all."

He's actually... feeling for once?

Karma turned around while still standing near the edge. He faced Nagisa with a look of pure bliss before continuing to speak.

"I was wondering what I'd so if he were just some monster, but turns out he's an actual teacher. And I get to kill an actual teacher... I mean, since the last one up and died on me."

His hair and blazer blew as the train passed at high speeds behind him, Nagisa looking in understanding. He never really cared for the metaphorical and psychological torture Karma put people through. It was interesting to watch, but he was doubtful he could do it himself.

That's why I'm a helper, because I can’t do both. I'm just a tool, not an actual gift.

A moment of silence passed between the two of them as the train was long gone. Not that it mattered, it wasn't theirs anyways.

A dreamscape of pure haze, almost nothing could be made out. The faces of the two beings were dusted and in a mirage, while their bodies were all contorted out of proportion.

"Why are you at my house?"

The voices were mumbled too, making it impossible for it to be told apart. It wasn't even clear who was speaking between the two beings.

"Huh...? We know each other. I'm _ _ _ _ _ _.”

"We both know you're not _ _ _ _ _ _.”

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"The whelp is perceptive. In that case we'll state our business."

And suddenly, what the figures spoke about became unintelligible to the onlooker.

When morning came, Nagisa didn’t remember much more of the dream. Not that he remembered a lot to begin with. He'd been having weird dreams a lot lately... was it triggered by Karma? Not likely, he only came back yesterday. Koro-Sensei? Perhaps, it was a weird circumstance. Maybe it was from the strange familiarity he had with his teacher. Nagisa thought Koro-Sensei was quite similar to the boy, almost in an unprecedented understanding between the twos bloodlust.

"... What was the dream about?"

The classroom stinks...

Not anyones fault but Karma's of course. He'd decided to truly outdo himself and leave the exposed and rotting remains of an octopus out on the desk to demoralize the students and Koro-Sensei by extension. He went to lengths beyond what was expected. One would expect a simple knife in a dead one from a shop. While the latter part was true, Karma had seen to personally ripping out some of the organs and letting its guts dangle out down the desk.

The door slid open as Koro-Sensei ducked his head under and then walked in before turning to face the students.

"Good morning! Hm...?"

All the students had negative expressions on their faces. Some were just slightly disturbed, some felt like they'd be sick. All except for a red head at the back who caused the accident and a mouse at the front who kept his look unreadable...

"What's wrong, cla--"

And then the teacher saw it... the disemboweled octopus laying on his desk.

So that was the putrid smell I smelled from the hallways...

Koro-Sensei mused to himself, sighing slightly as he already had an inkling as to who caused it. Though he didn’t have to wait long for clarification.

"Whoops! My bad! I mistook it for you and killed it instead. Perhaps I went a little rough~ I have to go all out to kill you though right? Tell ya what, teach. Since it was my mistake, bring it here-- I'll dispose of it."

Karma's casual expression remained even with the disgusting sight and horrific smell filling the classroom. A small match of glares filled Karma and Koro-Sensei, who picked up the octopus in a way that it's fluids wouldn’t spill onto the floor.

"All right, Karma."

The one hand that wasn't propping up Karma's head from the desk was lazily behind his desk, holding an Anti Koro-Sensei knife. He knew it wouldn’t kill the teacher. Something so simple could never.

But that's fine... I don’t need to kill your body right now-- I'll start by slowly killing your soul.

Just as Koro-Sensei was about to get within striking distance, his tentacles - Minus the ones that held the octopus - turned into drills that started spinning at rapid speeds. Then a sonic boom followed by a cloud of dust filled the room. Within a moment, Koro-Sensei was back with what looked to be several items in his tentacles. There was a missile, some tempura bits, some flour, some sauce, some bonito flakes and that only covered some of it.

"Allow me to show you, Karma: the might of these drill tentacles and the firepower of this missile I filched from the Self-Defense Force!"

The fire on the end of the missile turned on at full blast as Karma looked in light shock and awe. The rest of the class knowing what he could do already still enjoyed watching. Especially Nagisa.

Right... Karma doesn't know... hell, even most people here don’t know. But Koro-Sensei clearly has experience. He knows what he's talking about, and that's why we're struggling. More so then him moving at Mach 20.

"I'm not about to let my assassin get away scot-free."

Koro-Sensei spoke out while seeming to cook something up with all the ingredients and the firepower of the missile he had. Soon, a small meal of what looked to be akin to Takoyaki was made as Karma found one in his mouth. The red headed boy immediately spit it out in both annoyance...

Was that mistrust...? Not aimed at me... but at the food?

Thoughts ran through Koro-Sensei's head as he continued his lecture by holding the small filling of his custom meal in front of Karma.

"I could tell by your facial complexion that you hadn't eaten breakfast. I whipped these octopus balls up at Mach speed. They'll put you well on your way to being nice and healthy. Open wide!"

Karma's fist blocked his mouth as he looked on in what seemed to be disgust more then annoyance. After realizing Karma wouldn’t budge, his teacher continued to talk.

"Karma... what I do is tend things, take care of them. Things like assassins' rusty blades. So keep killing me in earnest all day today. Every time you do, I'll take care of you."

When the 'octopus balls' - As Koro-Sensei called them - were put away, Karma removed his fist and looked towards his teacher with a challenging sort of glare.

"By the end of the day, your body and mind will be polished to sparkling."

And then, the bell for first period started with that challenge of war being declared.

First period was Math. Koro-Sensei was writing on the chalkboard and trying to explain the level of Maths they were doing.

"As you see, this number is left over, no matter what you do. If this indivisibility is getting you down, then have I got the method for you!"

As he lectured, he felt Karma's eyes burning holes into the back of his head. Yet, the lion didn’t seem worried at all. It wanted to keep pushing boundaries and try to make disruptions for the teacher to stumble his way though.

Destroy his spirit...

Karma reached into the inside of his blazer and pulled out one of the guns on him, getting ready to fire.

"I'll write it on the blackboard. Everyone try solving it together."

BANG!

The anti Koro-Sensei BB fired... but not from where Karma was. The gun was in Koro-Sensei's hand and the bullet had hit some random wall across the classroom.

"Oh, Karma? It takes too long for the fired BB to hit, I'm afraid."

Karma had only realized his gun was gone once Koro-Sensei spoke. Replacing it... was some nails that were girlishly decorated in artistic fashion for the one trying to subtly control the class.

"And since I had plenty of time, I gave you a little nail art."

Karma's eyebrows twitched as he clenched his fingers into his palm, breaking the skin but not quite drawing blood. All of this was observed.

There was no disruptions until Fourth Period which was Home Economics. Everyone was cooking with each person sporting a different apron and hat up top to prevent hairs getting in the food. Koro-Sensei walked over to Fuwa to check how she was doing.

"Well? How'd you two do, Fuwa?"

"Mmm, I dunno... it has this kind of sharp tang to it."

"Let me try."

Just as Koro-Sensei was about to try a bit, Karma - Who wasn't wearing any sort of apron - walked over to his partner.

"Well, why don’t you start over? Toss that batch out, and--"

Karmas fist hit the bottom of the dish, sending it flying into the air about to be ruined. During this, the young assassin swung towards Koro-Sensei with his green knife. However in the brink of an eye, Karma was now wearing a dark pink chef hat and a pink apron with a massive heart in the middle.

"You forgot your apron, Karma. Don’t worry about the soup. I sucked it all up in midair with a dropper. Oh, and added sugar while I was at it."

Fuwa tried a mouthful as she gasped and looked up with a fulfilled expression.

"It's much milder!"

"How adorable! You and Karma both~"

With a faint blush on his face, Karma ripped off the hat as he gritted his teeth from the amused glances of Terasaka's gang. All of this was observed.

The next disruption attempt came in fifth period, Japanese. Koro-Sensei was walking around the room, reading an extract from a text.

"It was an ideal spot for the red frog. Why didn’t it try to cross there? Even as I was thinking this--"

The moment Karmas knife came out his blazers sleeve for an attempt, Koro-Sensei's tentacle was at the boys forehead and hand.

"The red frog, having failed again, was making its way back. I was starting to get bored with it."

As he read out loud, the teacher made direct eye contact with Karma who's hair was being parted and combed at that moment.

"Picking up some stones from the road, I began throwing them at the sandbar. I was not trying to hit the red frog..."

All of this was observed.

Classes had ended as Karma bit on his nail. He was sat on a large branch hovering over the edge of a massive cliffside. If he slipped even slightly, he'd fall to his death.

"Somehow, we always come back here."

Karma hadn't even heard the mouse approach him, yet he wasn't surprised in the slightest. The bluenette had just spoken to him and paid him no mind that he was so close to possible death.

"Try not to sweat it. We'll do it together, like we have before. Once Koro-Sensei has his eye on you, you can’t kill him by yourself, no matter the method."

A silence passed between them as Karma stayed facing away from Nagisa and facing towards the endless drop below him.

"You didn’t tell me he was experienced."

"I never said you could do it alone."

A silence passed between the two as the wind blew a strong gust through them, shaking the branch slightly as it did. He turned his head over his shoulder to match a gaze with Nagisa.

"What's that say about your faith in your partner then?"

Almost looking offended, Nagisa gasped and shook his head.

"You know that's not the case. If I didn’t have faith in you, I wouldn’t be your cleaner would I?"

That side to Nagisa... confident, yet prideful to hell. But also endlessly loyal. It's only when it's us.

"If you had faith in me, you wouldn’t of been sent down to E-Class."

Karma's voice was eerily cold, and the distance between them expanded ten-fold. Nagisa fell still as his hair covered his eyes. Fists shaking as Karma stood up to properly face him, yet still planted firmly on the branch that wasn't even as wide as him.

"... I didn’t mean to--"

"Oh, you didn’t mean to mess up your only job?! The main thing that makes US, US?!"

Karma's voice rose as suddenly... Nagisa felt a lot smaller. That red wave of malice emanated off Karma like he was a volcano waiting to erupt. He didn’t give Nagisa a chance to continue.

"Your job is meant to be a cleaner and backup. So how the fuck did you k--"

Nagisa found his own blue wave of bloodlust before that sentence could finish.

"YOU DONT UNDERSTAND WHAT HAPPENED!!"

"OF COURSE!! HOW COULD I UNDERSTAND HOW HIS CHEST WAS PUNCTURED 12 FUCKING TIMES?!"

Karmas wave of malice spiked as his voice flared in a way that made Nagisa shiver in fear... it reminded him of another from his home life... he hated when Karma directed it onto him. Nagisa's eyes slowly hazed as he felt pressure on them building. Just when it looked like his red wave of malice was about to challenge Nagisas... it just vanished as he turned his head up.

"You're right, Nagisa... Clearly, I don’t. I don’t understand anything. I don’t understand how that happened, or why I had to take most the fall, or why I can’t even kill something as simple as a teacher anymore."

An uncomfortable silence filled the area as the distance between them fixed itself. Nagisa took a moment as he sniffed away a few tears that had been threatening to spill out.

"He isn't like other teachers... we can both see that."

"... Teachers, eh...?"

Their moment of was interrupted though by Karmas memories taking the handles.

"Akabane, you're right! Though you are combative, with your share of behavioral issues... As long as you're in the right, I'll be on your side!"

"Yeah, no. I want to do it."

Karma stared back towards the large fall between the branch and the floor.

He... wants to do what?

"Karma?"

The sound of slithering could be heard as both boys turned their gaze to their teacher. Seeing the state... he still felt remnants of bloodlust and malice.

These boys... only Nagisa is in a highly emotional state... but Karma... he isn't showing any.

"I've certainly taken good care of you today, haven't I?"

Koro-Sensei stood the same distance away from Nagisa that Nagisa stood away from Karma. Admittedly... he didn’t like how Karma was on that branch.

"You can still try to kill me, you know. The strength and technique is definitely there. Be warned though, I'll make sure to polish you up even shinier."

Karma looked blankly at the octopus. For one so good at reading people... it was shameful to admit.

I... can’t read what's going on in that boys head. He's smiling with me for the first time ever... yet he clearly isn't happy.

"Just to make sure... you are a teacher, correct?"

Nagisa eyed up Karma from the side... and Karma eyed up Nagisa.

"Yes."

"And you would, say, risk your life to protect your students?"

Several red flags flashed in Koro-Sensei's mind as he noticed Karmas dangerous gaze was fixated on Nagisa.

He... wouldn’t scoop to threatening or even hurting the others... would he? No. Don’t show fear, it'll escalate the situation.

"Of course-- what kind of teacher would I be if I didn’t?"

"Okay, good. Then I can kill you."

Karma pulled the gun out his blazer and aimed it towards the teacher. A gust of wind heavily blew as he spoke once more.

"Hey, Nagisa... can you promise you'll clean up after me?"

Nagisa's eyes searched Karma's for a moment as they then widened. Koro-Sensei was clueless, but with all that Nagisa knew...

That's what he meant... he wants to do two birds with one stone. He wants to do that as well.

"I promise, Karma."

A smile flashed on Karma's face as he then fell backwards with zero hesitation.

"For sure... it'll work."

For the first time... Karma actually was happy. Both the boys felt it as he fell. His eyes was sharp and fierce like that of a lion, trained onto anything that was yellow which would pass his vision. If Koro-Sensei came to help, he'd be shot either after, during or before he was saved. And if he didn’t, both his life as a teacher...

And my grim existence will finally be over.

As he continued to fall, several visions and flashes filled Karma's mind and made him audibly laugh out loud.

"Oh man... everything actually is flashing before my eyes!"

"Is he okay?"

The lion was busy punching the dead corpse in the face again and again. He couldn't let his other take the fall... at least if the lion took brunt of the blame, he could slither around worst case scenario. He'd happily go to the bottom of the barrel to make sure the mouse didn’t go to prison after all. 

"He should be... I made sure to knock him out cold and wound him a bit. Why? Whats your idea?"

"... we're setting up a scene. The 3-E boy was being attacked first. Then, I came in and managed to defend the boy who got assaulted. While the assaulter would be heavily injured, I wouldn’t have killed him. Luckily, the person you-"

"Don’t say it... I may throw up..."

"The assaulter that has passed had asthma. We can make it look like he suffered a fatal asthma attack after my beatdown on him. That way, neither of us should get expelled but merely sent to E class. Hopefully only me."

Only the lion had gotten suspended and sent to E-Class... he wasn't aware of how the mouse was here. It certainly wasn't bad grades... but...

"I'm in the right here. What's wrong with saving a bullied student?"

"No _ _ _ _ _ _ _. No matter how you look at it, even if there wasn't a death... you're in the wrong. Is your head on straight? Where do you get off on causing the death of the best student in Year 3?"

"No--sir, wait--I didn’t kill him..."

"No, but you sided with the E Class and hurt someone with a bright future which led to his death. This is on my head! Frankly, I don’t understand why the principal didn’t expel you!"

The lion had been promised trust... he knew that trust would be broken a while ago. But it still hurt to see the betrayal in action. 

"Your grades are the only thing you've got. They're why I always looked the other way! But once you start hurting my career, it's a different story."

The lion's teacher was dead. He no longer existed. Instead was a miserable hollow of a man.

"Your transfer has been put in place and confirmed. Congratulations, _ _ _ _ _ _ _. You'll be starting your third year in the E Class."

He let the lion down. That teacher spent the rest of the school year in the hospital... not from the lions own fault though. 

The lion never really cared how it happened, but it was like divine justice.

Koro-Sensei! I'll kill you with our efforts! Because no one except us understands!! Now, which death do you choose?

Koro-Sensei dashed down at Mach speeds, pushing himself as he started to spring a tentacle made web. He then went t--

BANG

"W-wha--"

He looked up and noticed that Nagisa was shooting anti Koro-Sensei BBs down from the cliff-edge. An unreadable expression on his face as he was holding two pistols and was shooting with almost perfect proficiency.

Is Nagisa... using this as a chance to finish me? Or Karma...?

Koro-Sensei was a teacher first, he sprung the web again and took several BB shots, gasping as each time, a line from the web was taken. Soon, Karma fell into the half complete web. Only half of him was hanging on... the half that wasn't holding the gun.

BANG BANG

Two gunshots rang out at the same time from nearly 200 meters apart. Both exploding the parts of the web that held Karma as his descent to the floor continued while he picked up speed.

Distance left until impact... 400 meters.

"Karma!!"

Koro-Sensei was getting desperate and Karma was getting closer to possible impact. The floor was getting closer, but even closer were the several branches from the trees. He'd have to take a gambit with both students so dedicated to this.

And I can’t shed my skin for another week... think!

And then the idea came to him. It was dangerous... but he had to make the web while being above Karma. So he did. The moment he did, there was a BANG towards his head which got between the eyes.

Luckily... they don’t know that my brain isn't my weak spot... It still hurts though!!

Every BB that went through Koro-Sensei was a surge of pain and made him shudder. However, just moments before Karma was about to hit the branches... he fell into the web. He tried getting up... he couldn’t. He tried shooting the web... his clip was empty. Then he looked up and saw that Koro-Sensei had several missing bits of his body. His left tentacle was gone, several gaps in his head were present, and yellow liquid was squirting out everywhere.

If I don’t hurry, I won't be able to regenerate.

BANG BANG BANG

As perfect as Nagisa was... 350 meters away with only duel pistols, even he could only hit so many shots. Some missed, and while Koro-Sensei was still getting hurt, he wasn't as worried because Karma was safe. Immediately, he wrapped Karma up in the web like a present sac and flew up to where Nagisa was. He threw the web a few feet away and stood at the edge of the cliff himself.

"... out of ammo Nagisa?"

BANG

"... I am now."

A sigh of relief came from Koro-Sensei as Nagisa tried shooting, but nothing came out. That assassination attempt that nearly worked... failed. Getting his breath back and starting to regenerate, Koro-Sensei spoke.

"Karma...? Splendid job on the premeditated assassination starring yourself, with Nagisa as supporting cast."

Both Karma and Nagisa couldn’t meet Koro-Sensei's gaze... or their own for that matter.

"Nagisa abused the fact that I couldn’t save you at the speed of sound, due to your body possibly breaking, and used that to hone in his shots. As did you! I couldn’t slow down either though... honestly, the fact that you both hit me is amazing!"

And heavy cause for concern... what have these two gone through?

"Even when I tried getting sticky at first, you saw through it and shot the webs for extra time."

Karma sighed and wiped some excess fluid off of him from Koro-Sensei's wounds.

"Damn...! What can’t these tentacles do?!"

"As long as you both had bullets, I couldn’t do it. So I had to bare the forefront of them and hope for the best. Luckily, it paid out... but, Karma. Letting you die was never an option. Whether it's just you going for a leap, or you have the entire class as backup. I will catch you. Students don’t die on my watch..."

The sun came out a bit more as that was said to the lion. His eyes widened as Koro-Sensei ruined the serious moment.

"Just because I said that though... I'll have to give you extra homework if you bring anyone else with you!! That was scary!!"

A deadpanned look was earned from both teens before Karma sighed and dropped his gun in defeat.

A shame... he wont die. And he can’t be killed. Not the teacher part of him, anyways.

"Also, Karma... I believe you have someone you need to apologize to."

Karma looked confused before turning to Nagisa. The blue haired boy was shaking.

"You may not have seen it... but every time he fired a BB at me, tears left his eyes. This could have been traumatic for him, if it wasn't already. Yet he did it, because it would of been your final wish if it had worked."

Karma sighed as he ruffled Nagisa's hair and pulled him into a one armed hug.

"... I'm not good at apologies, but... for what it's worth Nagisa... I'm sorry. I wont leave you behind."

To the onlooker, that was a promise to not do it again, however... to Nagisa, that was something which meant more then anyone could imagine.

"Karma... for someone so smart... you're an idiot."

A comfortable silence passed between them all as Nagisa whispered to only Karma.

"At least let me join you next time... it's unfair for one of us to just leave the other. We're a team."

A smile, a genuine one, found its way onto Karma's lips as he nodded. Silently promising to do so. Letting out a sigh of relief, Nagisa then spoke again.

"For being so reckless, Karma, you sure were calm. I don’t think I could of managed that."

"Eh, no biggie. As far as I can figure it, that would've been our best chance at killing him."

Deciding to defuse the situation a bit more, Koro-Sensei spoke with green stripes on his head.

"Oh? Out of ideas already? I have plenty of grooming tools to use in retaliation. You're kind of a pushover yourself, aren't you?!"

Karma parted from Nagisa and turned his gaze towards his teacher. Something between disgust and fondness in his eyes.

"I'm feeling murderous, all right..."

But this time it's different somehow.

Karma drew his finger across his neck and looked Koro-Sensei dead in the eyes.

"Oh, I'll kill you--maybe even tomorrow."

Koro-Sensei's face turned into the correct symbol before facing Nagisa.

"A healthy, refreshing bloodlust... looks like you don't need any more TLC."

"Be careful Karma, I may steal that kill from under your nose~"

Nagisa playfully teased in retaliation, earning a nod from Koro-Sensei and an insulting headpat from Karma.

"That checks out... you are short as hell~ well, let's head on back, Nagisa. We can eat on the way, my treat."

Karma spoke as he walked past Koro-Sensei, holding his teachers purse in his hands earning a gasp from Koro-Sensei.

"HEY! That's my purse!"

"Then don’t leave it in the staff room unattended!"

"Give it back!"

"Take it!"

During it all, Nagisa smiled fondly, slowly catching up as he mused to himself.

Perhaps I should have saved some bullets...

The purse was thrown back to their teacher and was opened... though it was empty.

"But... it's empty!"

Karma fidgeted his hands in his pockets, making sure Koro-Sensei heard the rustling of his yen.

"There wasn't much in there. Call it a donation."

And that sent Koro-Sensei into a spiraling depression since pay day was still several days away.

"You hypocritical delinquent!"

Karma and Nagisa were sat in a booth at a burger joint. Both having split Koro-Sensei's money between them and planning to use every penny. That suggestion belonging to Karma after all.

". . . You're still somehow not as evil as her."

Nagisa playfully remarked. On other days, even mentioning her would send him spiraling. But today, and to his best friend... it was different. A scoff came from the red headed boy as he played it off casually.

"Oh please, I'm as kind as you get~ besides... even Gakuho doesn't reach her level of evil. Speaking of... has she gotten worse since you were sent to E Class?"

Right, they hadn't been face to face in a while. She forbid them from seeing each other and Nagisa was never truthful in messages in case she checked them. Both of them knew that but there wasn't really any workaround as unfortunate as it was.

"To be honest... it's not as bad as I expected it to be. Theres only been two major blow outs. The first when I broke the E Class news to her, and the second was when Terasaka burned my uniform."

A confused looked passed over Karmas face as he made eye contact with Nagisa.

"How'd he do that? Did he press a hot iron to you or something?"

"Pffft, we both know he couldn’t touch me. It was because of our assassination attempt."

The world stood still for a moment as Karmas eyes grew that predatory gaze again.

"... 'Our'?"

Chapter Text

"I'm home."

Nagisa eagerly greeted into his house. Normally it was a guess on if his mother was in... yet this time he could smell the potent cooking from outside the house. She was definitely here. Nagisa didn’t seem worried for once though... having his best friend return and actually grabbing burgers together.. it made him ecstatic!

"You're home late, dear. What kept you?"

A curious voice called from the kitchen. Yet there was no malice behind it. Good. She doesn't know. Nagisa definitely couldn’t recall the bad things his mom had said about Karma on both hands. It'd be better if she didn’t know, so a lie left him as smooth as always.

"E-Class' new teacher, Mr Karasuma, wanted to see me after class. He offered some support in my Japanese."

It was hard to tell what his mom was thinking, and that was the part that scared him. Hurting or killing his mother was never an option either... while someone may have tried already, she knows her way around court and the law. It would not end well for Nagisa.

"I see... I'll have to call him then to thank him for trying to help you out of that dreaded place."

The phone was picked up as she let the venom in her voice sink into Nagisa.

She knows... she knows Karma came back today and doesn't trust me... I'm done for.

No god was looking out for Nagisa since the phone was picked up by said teacher. . .

Another day, another attempt at assassination. Most of the class had grown quite accustomed to their growing routine. Get up in the morning, travel up a mountain, greet the teachers, get into class.

Said class were currently in their seats - Minus their resident troublemaker, Karma - as Koro-Sensei was flying through the skies to arrive to the class at Mach 20. Being able to hide his presence well, Nagisa didn’t let his solemn nature drag down the class mood. Though it was hard to conceal oneself to the girl right next to them.

Kayano kept side glancing Nagisa, noticing how less observant he was today. Did something happen with him and Karma yesterday? Not possible... he seemed so happy when they were out. The tentacles reminded her of that fact. Whether she wanted to or not, they were in control... and they took great interest in Nagisa, plus Karma to an extent. Even though if she was caught she'd look like a stalker, she had no choice yesterday but to follow them.

If not Karma... something must of happened at home. 

Kayano studied Nagisa's face for a moment while he was busy staring into the wooden desk, focused on nothing. Then she noticed it, the same makeup as the day after Terasaka's little forced suicide bomber attempt. Not visible to the usual eye, but for a pro actress who had used it daily for years, it was unmistakable.

It can’t be a preference thing... he doesnt wear it every day.

SNAP

The door to the classroom slid open to reveal the redhead student who took everyones attention. It had snapped Kayano out of her thoughts as her gaze - And also Nagisa's - went to the delinquent.

The class was silent as he walked to the back. No one dared to say anything due to how much pure bloodlust was waving off of him. Screw anything from yesterday, this topped it by a mile. Karma wasnt trying to intimidate anyone...

He's simply furious...

Both Kayano and Nagisa came to the same thought. Soon, Karma reached the back where he stayed to the side of Terasaka for a moment, then... he spoke clear as day.

"Oi, stand up a moment wontcha?"

Karma's voice was stoic, void of emotion. Yet it was sort of unsettling. After a moment of debating, Terasaka pushed himself up as he started to talk.

"Huh? What's your pro-"

CRASH

Within a blink of an eye, Karma's fist had turned into a hook that crashed into Terasaka's face without remorse, sending him into the wooden wall behind him. Karma wasted zero time as he grabbed Terasaka's face and started brutally slamming the back of it into the wooden wall over and over, louder banging being heard each time. Being the only one to muster up courage, Yoshida stood up.

"Karma! What the fu--"

Karma's spare fist was flung into Yoshida's nose, sending him back into his desk as he let go of Terasaka's face for a moment, figuring he'd be too dazed to move. With his bloodlust aimed at Yoshida, he spoke in a commanding voice not to be questioned.

"Sit down or I'll kill you as well."

Everyone shuddered, even Nagisa and Kayano. The duo had never seen raw bloodlust this high... ever. Being distracted for a moment though, Terasaka leapt forwards towards Karma and headbutted him.

"WHAT'S YOUR FUCKING PROBLEM!!"

Terasaka yelled, assuming he had the upper hand... but Karma didn’t stagger as much as the boy with blood dripping from his nose would of hoped. Before Terasaka could do anything, Karma headbutted him with twice the force back into the wall.

"My problem?!"

A devastating right hook bashed Terasaka's head against the wall, busting up his lip and covering part of Karma's right hand with blood.

"What is your problem!?!?"

His punches were becoming erratic as his knuckles were starting to bruise. But clearly his anger was taking over. Trying to at least get to the bottom of the situation, Isogai stood up and spoke as the class rep.

"Karma...! Whatever Terasaka did certainly wouldn’t of been this bad..."

That rilled Karma up even more. He let Terasaka fall to the ground in a sitting position against the wall due to nearly passing out. Both his eyes were black at this point and several cuts littered his face. Not to mention his swollen and busted up lip, and his likely broken nose.

"Wouldn’t of been this bad... this is the LEAST of what he deserves and the fact that you're pretending it never happened makes it worse!"

"What're you talking ab-"

Kayano pieced it together... standing from her seat, she glared at Isogai and shouted for the first time.

"HE'S TALKING ABOUT THE TIME WHERE TERASAKA SENT NAGISA IN AS A SUICIDE BOMBER!!"

The tears that fell from her face made everyone stop, including Karma. Was... was she genuinely remorseful? No. This was hatred. Seeing her sniffle, he spoke for her.

"You let Terasaka and his squad of clowns peer pressure Nagsia into being a god damn suicide bomber so they could go and take the reward! Hell, this isnt even about the reward... Nagisa got hurt because Koro-Sensei wasnt fucking fast enough! Not even that, the uniform was ruined and he would of had to replace it!"

That last point didn’t exist for most people... but Nagisa caught the meaning. He had told Karma it was one of two major meltdowns his mom had gone through.

He knows that I got hurt even more for it... that's why he's so pissed.

"Do ANY of you have ANYTHING to say?! Did you even fucking check on Nagisa himself!?!?"

The class fell silent as Karma stomped his foot into Terasaka's stomach, making him want to hurl. No one had any sort of defense.

"... Koro-Sensei did. He and Kayano were pissed at the attempt."

Everyone turned to Nagisa now... they remembered how furious Kayano had been when she thought Nagisa had died. And Koro-Sensei... that was the only time he let his bloodlust flow out like that. Picking up Terasaka by the collar, Karma readied to hit him again.

"Exactly. So unless everyone else wants to join Terasaka. Stay in your seats and let me kill him."

As the fist was thrown, a sonic boom was heard as the fist landed into Koro-Sensei's squishy self. His face displayed the purple X that it took whenever someone was wrong.

"I'm afraid I can’t let you do that, Karma. You already went too far as it is."

Blocking the way between him and Terasaka, Karma scoffed and was going to clench his fist... only to realize his fingers and knuckles were so bruised he couldn’t without pain.

"Yeh? And how long have you been eavesdropping."

"Only since Kayano spoke. This comes back onto me as my negligence as a teacher. Had I been quicker during lunch that day, the whole situation wouldn’t have happened."

Karma stepped back into his seat as he let Koro-Sensei pick up Terasaka. The class fell eerily silent as Koro-Sensei filled it.

"Karma... your anger is justified, because everyone has grudges. It's a perfectly reasonable reaction. But next time, don’t take it out on your peers, take it out on me instead. By the way... Kayano, Nagisa, can you both stay behind after school ends?"

Too emotionally tired to talk back, both of them just nodded their heads in agreement. Within a blink of an eye, Koro-Sensei was gone, then appeared again with bandages and started to wrap them around Karma's hands.

This class... They're more fractured then I thought.

The next period, no one really talked to each other unless necessary. Though... every few minutes at break, Nagisa found people apologizing to him heavily. Of course he just accepted each apology and moved on...

"I'm really sorry, Nagisa!!"

Nakamura apologized as she bowed in front of him as he looked down at the steps. Currently he was outside on one of the steps leading into the building.

"It's fine... really."

"But it isn't!"

This was new... he certainly didn’t expect it from the energetic, pompous class diva. He looked up to match her gaze and saw anger filling her eyes... not towards him, but herself.

"I should of checked on you sooner... but I was too scared so i just assumed you were fine. But what Karma said... he's right. We weren't there for you when you clearly could have used it."

"... Nakamura..."

He watched her with genuine surprise. Sure, some of the closer ones like Isogai and Sugino had been more apologetic then the others. Though he hadnt expected Nakamura of all people to start being serious.

"You didn’t even get angry at us... or Terasaka! Please... this guilt wont go away. You could have died! And none of us tried to stop it. I didnt try to stop it. So please... Do something... ANYTHING to get your own back."

Tears were threatening to fall down her face now as she tried to wipe them up before they did. He didnt know his life meant so much to someone who only really teased him and not much else. Nagisa stood up and gently patted her on the head.

"Then... once I'm done with Koro-Sensei after school, wanna grab a bite to eat? Your treat if you're insistent. I... have things I need to apologize for as well if it made you feel this way."

Nakamura looked at him in disbelief for a moment... though she soon just giggled and flicked his forehead resulting in a small 'gah' from the blue haired boy.

"You idiot... I'll wait for you after school then."

As soon as she said that, Okajima ran out and spoke at the top of his perverted lungs.

"COME INSIDE!! KORO-SENSEI BOUGHT A SMOKING HOT ONE!!"

Nagisa lightly flushed pink as Nakamura laughed... though it had caught their interest.

"Now allow me to introduce your brand new temporary foreign language teacher."

Well this was certainly a sight. At the front of the class was Karasuma and Koro-Sensei... but clinging onto the tentacled menace was...

"I'm Irina Jelavic. Nice to meet you all!"

Anyone with a hint of self recognition knew this was an act. Though while most wondered why, Nagisa was busy theorizing.

A female teacher... in this assassination classroom. Is her speciality seduction? Well with so many wanted targets in this world being men, it definitely works. Though... with seduction being such a top tier skill, could I learn it?

Always one with assassination on the mind, Nagisa was viewing this through the lens of a professional. Carefully studying the light back and forth between Irina and their target.

"This school intends to give you authentic experience in foreign languages. I trust there are no complaints about her taking over half your English lessons?"

"If we must..."

Mistaking Nagisa's gaze for one of attraction, Kayano very rapidly tried to get Nagisa's mind away from it.

"We've got us one heck of a teacher! Not only that, does she have a thing for Koro-Sensei?"

Pulling out his notepad, he hummed to himself.

"Definitely... I might get some weak points out of this. The octopoid Koro-Sensei seems flummoxed, having a human woman hanging all over him. His face has so many unique colors-- so what color is him being hot and bothered?"

He questioned out loud, only really to the students near him, being Kayano and Nakamura. They watched their teachers face stare straight into Irina's cleavage and then turn bright pink.

"Theres no mistaking that face."

"How human of him."

Koro-Sensei's Weak Points #6: Boobs

As the class watched Irina fawn over Koro-Sensei infinitely more, they were rapidly starting to see through her.

The class isnt that dense. Any teacher coming to this class at this time has a fairly high probability of being no ordinary teacher.

Physical Education was the current period. The teenagers were currently out with Koro-Sensei, leaving Irina and Karasuma inside.

"I had all kinds of close-range methods prepared... I just never thought my seduction tactics would work."

Irina lit up a cigarette while Karasuma watched... she had been recruited for the job for set reasons. Such as her top tier assassination techniques... but also her multiple languages she had under her belt. She still had to play the role of teacher after all.

"But we can’t just hire an assassin to work at a school. We'll have you do some teaching to keep up appearances."

Though Irina hadn't been humbled yet like Karasuma and the rest of the class. Letting her ego get to her head, she opened the door and left her closing remarks.

"I'm a pro. My job will be done before I need to resort to teaching."

And then she left the building.

In the meantime, the students were still trying to merge assassination and physical education. Kicking up the ball, Karma fired a discreet shot at Koro-Sensei which was barely dodged. Before much more could be done, a voice cut them off.

"Oh, Koro-Sensei!"

Irina yelled as she rushed down the steps to the area they were all at. Arriving right in front of her target, she let her seduction play it's course.

"Mr. Karasuma tells me you're oh so very fast! Is that true?"

Dropping the footballs, Koro-Sensei seemed to be growing ever more flustered.

"Well, not that fast..."

Seeing something completely different to the students, he was allowing his libido to cloud his mind.

"Could you do me a favor? I'd love to try some real Vietnamese coffee. Won't you bring me some while I'm teaching English?"

And he's flustered again... if that's all she has, I really don't want to be outclassed by her.

Nagisa found himself thinking, his pride over assassination truly hating how easily she was tying Koro-Sensei around her fingers.

"Why, of course, I happen to know a great café in Vietnam."

Flying up from the ground, a sonic boom could be heard as he rushed off towards his destination leaving a cloud of dust from the speed for a moment. Hearing the bell ring, Isogai, as the class rep, was first to speak to the new teacher.

"Er... Miss Irina? Class is starting. Shouldn’t we go back in?"

Another cigarette was put into her mouth as the act was immediately dropped, proving the entire class correct.

"Class? Oh, right. Just make it a study hall or something."

Lighting up the cigarette and taking a deep breath in, she then removed it from her mouth and made eye contact with the students as she exhaled the cloud of smoke.

"And... can you not call me by my first name? I won't be playing teacher unless that octopus is around, so you are to call me Miss Jelavic."

As the silence filled the air, the resident delinquent spoke from behind her.

"So what are you going to do, Miss Bitch?"

"No nicknames!"

"You're an assassin, right? The entire class working together can’t kill this monster, and you're going to kill him all by yourself?"

Karma's thinking the same as me... the way his chin is positioned so he can look down on her... we both know we won't be outperformed by her. Neither of us want her to outdo us.

"Brat. Grown-ups have their own grown-up ways of doing things."

Then she turned over to Nagisa, her gaze captured on her new victim she'd try to seduce for more information. Some of the class immediately felt it. Nagisa, Karma and Kayano mainly.

"You must be Nagisa Shiota."

She remembered her target talking about how Nagisa had been keeping tabs on his weaknesses, along with how he was already starting to make use of them occasionally.

Whatever she does... don’t let her win.

Nagisa told himself as she started to approach him. He was ready to fight... yet, he found her cupping both his cheeks and then locking lips with him. Many reactions took over the class. Karma, Okajima and some of the guys with an amused expression, Kaede with a mix of shock, anger and embarrassment, Nakamura with a slightly toned down version... and the rest of the class falling in between.

What?! She... she wants to use me doesn't she...? 

The hit counter was rapid, already hitting ten before the initial shock fell over. Though much to Irina's surprise, this boy wasn't immediately falling for her charm.

Can I... beat her at her own game? Seduction is her assassination and yet, assassination is all I'm good at...

More shocking to the class, he put an arm behind her head and started to try and control the kiss. His eyes sharpening as he made contact with hers. Irina felt and mixture of pride and bloodlust radiate off of him. And now... it was a competition on who could outdo the other. For a brat, he certainly was gifted.

20, 25, 30, 35

If I lose at the one thing I'm good at, what worth do I have?

The class watched as Nagisa's stubbornness and petty pride over himself was rapidly contesting Irina. Not to say that it wasnt working at all... he was definitely flustered, but his unwillingness to lose to an assassination technique kept him going.

40, 45, 50, 55

Seeing some of the classmates getting flustered and some looking like they were gonna murder her, Karma walked forwards and forcefully separated the two much to the pleasure of some of the watchers. Karma felt their thanks. Irina was panting, but so was Nagisa.

"Nagisa, I, and the class, would appreciate if you didn’t try to outsnog Miss Bitch while we're present~"

He teased, electing a small whine from Nagisa as his blush started to fade.

"But I c-could of won!"

"Maybe, but you wouldn’t of lived it down if you didn’t."

A small huff escaped Nagisa as Karma then turned to the assailant of this incident.

"By the way, Miss Bitch, we could probably get you locked up for that... that wouldn’t be good, would it?~"

Letting out a groan, Irina turned away, not being able to look either boy in the face currently. She hadnt expected someone to have the balls to step up to her, let alone two of them.

"Ugh! Whatever... anyone who has k-key intel, meet me in the staff room later! Interfere even slightly and I'll kill you.

Being too flustered to face the class, she rushed off as her squad walked through towards the shed. Seeing it die down, Nakamura gave a soft elbow to Nagisa's arm with a teasing grin.

"I think someone enjoyed that more then they'd like to admit~"

Having his cheeks turn red again, he faced away before walking to the class with the others.

Irina had never killed an unidentified creature like this octopus before... as she tapped away on her tablet trying to get things in motion once again, her anger was basically steaming off of her. Unfortunately for Irina though, Nagisa had refused to give his information, but she was a pro. She could show them how it was done... well... if she didn’t fail in spectacular fashion that was. Now she was sat, sitting in her failure because the octopus had a nose?!?!

"Dammit! Why doesn't this backwoods school have Wi-Fi?!"

Karma - as devilish as always - decided to egg on Irina as he laid back, awfully relaxed in his chair.

"You're trying awfully hard, Miss Bitch. Your pride must be in tatters after that disgrace of an attempt. Hey... how's it feel that a student hurt him more then you, a supposed pro?~"

That struck her pride, the red head was rapidly becoming a pain in her side. Just as she was about to lash out, Isogai spoke.

"Miss? If you won't teach us anything, could you swap with Koro-Sensei? We've got entrance exams this year."

"Ha! You want that vicious creature to teach you? You think your exams compare at all to a planetary crisis? Must be nice being a clueless kid!"

Irina stood up from her desk, a hand on her hip, and stared the class of make belief assassins down.

"Besides, I understand you E-Class students are the school's loser misfits. There can’t be any point to studying now. I know--how about this? If my attempt succeeds, I'll give you 5 million yen to share! That's far more then you'd gain from any pointless schoolwork! So shut up and do as I...--"

An eraser just about missed her head as it hit the wall. She gazed upon the class again and saw a red mist of an aura lighting it up. The entire class was pissed. - If only they knew the aura only came from three students -

"Get out."

"huh?"

Upon not leaving, most the students got up and started to lob different objects at her. Pencils, rulers, erasers, so on. Nagisa was sat down with his hands over his ears (Memories of home filling his head), Okuda and Yada were sat down trying to be respectful, Karma simply couldn’t be bothered.. but the rest had snapped.

"Get out, you damn bitch!"

"Bring in Koro-Sensei!"

Trying to defend herself - Yet failing in spectacular fashion - Irina tried shouting out to them.

"Wh-Where'd all this come from?! I'll kill you all!"

"I'd like to see you try!

Kayano hoisted a sign in big red writing saying 'No Big Boobs!!'.

"Yeah, that's right! Down with big boobs!"

And Karasuma, outside the room has his head in his hand due to the utter headache that would likely ensue soon after.

A wake up call was what she required... that's what Karasuma had deduced. She of cause had an overinflated ego, but with someone basically born into the assassination business... who wouldn’t? It was all she knew. Everyone at this school had to do two roles at a time. And if Irina couldn’t, she swiftly realised she'd be out the door.

Irina stood outside the door of the class, nervous after what Karasuma had ran her through. Taking a deep breath, she slammed open the door to the class as every student went silent. The sounds of her heels filled the room as she picked up the chalk and started to write on the blackboard.

You are incredible in bed.

"You're incredible in bed. Repeat. Come on."

The students had just sat down in their seats now, all of them with a dreading sense of unease as if they were missing something.

"Y-you are incredible in bed...?"

"When I assassinated a certain VIP in America, I first turned on the charm to get close to his bodyguard. Those are the words he said to me."

Some of the students couldn’t help but blush at the implicite story that was explained to them, while some couldn’t help but want to hear more.

"It's often said that the fastest way to learn another language is to get yourself a lover who speaks it. You want to know what they're feeling, so you try your hardest to understand what they say. When necessary in the course of my work... I used that method to learn more then a few new languages. Therefore, my lessons will teach you how to sweet-talk foreigners. The basics of chummy chats, straight from a pro assassin: master them and they'll come in handy with a real live foreigner. Let that octopus teach you what you need for your exams. The only thing I can teach you is practical conversation skills. And if you still don’t think of me as a teacher, I'll give up on my assassination and leave. Th-that ought to fly with you all. And... I'm sorry about all that stuff?"

Irina noticeably became more flustered as the explanation went on. Starting to stutter and then gaining a small blush. The students watched on in awe... before they laughed at her.

"Why so nervous? You were just threatening to kill us!"

"She's totally a teacher now."

"We won't call you Miss Bitch anymore."

"It was a pretty rude thing to call someone."

"How about professor bitch?"

Of course Karma suggested it and ruined the sweet moment. Irina tried to play it off as she sweated slightly.

"Er... how about we move away from the whole 'bitch' thing? Just call me by my first name. I don’t mi--"

"But that 'bitch' thing really isn't going away."

"Yeah. 'Professor Bitch' fits her way better then 'Miss Irina.'"

"Well, there you have it. Welcome, Professor Bitch!"

And then the explosion of anger like she hadnt even tried to be nice just moment before. Shouting loud enough for the whole building to hear her.

"I HATE YOU ALL SO MUCH!"

As the students and newfound teacher had some banter back and forth, Koro-Sensei and Karasuma were watching from behind the door to the classroom to make sure things didn’t get out of hand.

"She's fitting right in."

"More or less."

"Thank you, Mr Karasuma. I want my students to be able to converse with an actual foreigner, and really, who better then a globe-trotting assassin?"

He saw this all coming? He stubbornly refuses to say why he started teaching the E Class. Bur for as much as he's made it the perfect place for an assassination, he's also turning it into the perfect place to learn. 

Just as Karasuma was about to leave with Koro-Sensei, his eyes widened slightly as he remembered something. The door was opened as Irina was trying to convince them to let her have 'Miss Bitch' as her title instead of 'Professor Bitch'.

"Nagisa, can I borrow you for a moment?"

The class grew silent for a moment as Nagisa nodded and slowly stood up.

"Huh...? Sure."

What could he want...? Is it about mom calling yesterday?

Nagisa took a seat opposite of Karasuma in the facility lounge as the older man closed his laptop and sat up straight.

"Apologies for getting you on such short notice, Miss Yelavitch's transfer took a large amount of work so I didn’t have time until now. I'm aware the target wants to meet with you and Kayano after classes so I'll try to be quick."

"I-it's fine honestly! Though... what's this about?"

"A few matters, but we'll start with the most recent. Were you aware that your mom called yesterday and thanked about me helping with your Japanese?"

Nagisa stayed silent for a moment... both answers would likely send him down the same path, because either way, Nagisa had still lied about Mr Karasuma which would definitely be the next question.

"I... was aware yes."

He was also very aware of his moms reaction when she found out he had lied. Apparently 'she hadn't raised a liar.' in her own words.

"Right. So as you can imagine, it was a bit confusing getting a call about something that didn’t happen. My next question, is why did you say that? It doesn't come with any consequence for me so you won't be in trouble."

He reassured towards the end of his sentence, letting Nagisa answer almost immediately.

Mr Karasuma is sharp... I have to be careful.

"Mom... doesn't like Karma, because of his troublesome and lazy nature. We were and still are friends, but mom doesn't know about that last part. When I went home with Karma yesterday, we stopped somewhere and I knew she wouldn’t be happy to hear that. U-unfortunately she saw through my lie..."

Karasuma scanned Nagisa's features as he spoke. He was very well versed with people and their expressions and feelings... yet Nagisa was easily the hardest person to get a read on.

"So you lied to avoid getting in trouble with hanging out with Karma... speaking of... what caused him to lash out at Terasaka? Since you are friends, I thought you may know."

"Right... you're better talking to Karma about that.. cause admittedly, I don’t understand what the big deal about it was. Sometimes even his actions are beyond me."

A lie of course, but Nagisa didn’t know how much information Karma wanted public... so it would be better for him to explain it instead. Looking a bit unsatisfied with the answer but knowing it was reasonable, Karasuma nodded before speaking.

"Finally, I never got the chance to ask about the assassination attempt that injured the target. No matter how small, please provide any details you can."

"Thank you for dropping by."

Koro-Sensei, Kayano and Nagisa currently stood in the forest due to Karasuma and Karma using the facility lounge. Giving her usual smile, Kayano took control of her body and spoke.

"Of course! So... what is this about?"

Not wanting the silence to linger, Nagisa spoke up.

"Is it... about Karma?"

"Right... always observant aren't you, Nagisa? As we're all aware, Karma lashed out at Terasaka today due to him forcing Nagisa into his attempt at my life."

The silence lingered heavily as Kayano lost her cheery attitude and the air grew a bit heavy. Seeing neither had nothing to contribute yet, Koro-Sensei continued to speak.

"I realised that I didn’t actually check how it affected you, Nagisa. Of course I was angry at Terasaka for the stunt... but I didn’t actually check on you. So, although time has passed since then, can you tell me how you are feeling?"

Now that the attention was on Nagisa, he closed their eyes so he didn’t have to look at them. Though he could still feel the gazes lingering on his form. It made him almost feel uncomfortable. Opening his eyes and taking a look at Koro-Sensei and then Kayano, he spoke.

"Honest thoughts?"

Koro-Sensei would be the first to reaffirm his want.

"Of course. I would never judge a student."

"It stays between us if you really want it to, Nagisa...! Promise."

Hearing Kayano's uplifting tone and Koro-Sensei's mature one, Nagisa felt a bit more at ease as he let his true self do the talking to some of those that he trusted most.

"Honestly...? It was... gratifying to see Karma care so much. Maybe he was a bit over the top... but is it bad to say that it made me happy? Of course I didn’t want Terasaka to die, but I was happy to see him get his own delivered."

A faint smile was present on Nagisa's lips as he said so, nearly eerily so. Yet neither person on front of him wavered. They promised to hear his honest thoughts so they would. Planting a tentacle on Nagisa's head, Koro-Sensei spoke.

"Of course it's not a bad thing. If you had said you wanted him dead, maybe we'd have a problem. But it's common human emotion. However, we cannot endorse having a student be sent to hospital. Mr Karasuma is having to work overtime to give a valid explanation to Terasaka's family without revealing the truth of this class to them. Of course, Karma will have to face punishment too."

"I... I understand."

Drifting her feet across the ground, Kayano spoke up.

"Not to distract from Nagisa... but why am I here? Wouldn’t it be better to have this private discussion with just Nagisa?"

"Ah! Right...! You got quite emotional during Karma's scuffle... are you alright? You seem to have a lot of feelings leftover."

The tentacle wielder hadn't expected that... genuine concern for her? She was stunned, her tentacles rage was malfunctioning for a moment.

"I do. I get a lot of the class has apologised to Nagisa now. But it took prompting to do something with human decency! I wouldn’t say I hate them, but as the latest recruit... I'm worried that the class only care about themselves."

Like she was doing anything different... but it made her annoyed and upset that the rest of the class genuinely didn’t care.

"Umm... about that. Nakamura started crying w-while apologising... I think a lot of them genuinely didn’t know how to bring it up."

A faint smile was on Koro-Sensei's face as another tentacle was put onto Kayano's head as well, her expression softening up.

"Every person in E Class has their own troubles... whether it be anxiety... anger... trauma... and I think I realised that today. You each have individual traits, so please don’t judge the others, we may not know the whole story. Like with miss Nakamura. You're a social butterfly Kayano, so try to bridge the gaps with the others and discover their stories and troubles. In Nagisa's case, he draws people in with his mystery. We have to use these individualities to connect as a class, otherwise we'll never perform at the pinnacle of what we could be.

With a sigh, Kayano crossed her arms, trying to stay tough. Then she nervously scratched the back of her head with a soft giggle.

"Fine... you're always making things an opportunity to teach huh?"

"That he is... but, he isnt wrong. I'll see if I can branch out to the others."

Earning a smile from both of them, Nagisa gasped as he remembered.

"I promised Nakamura I'd grab a bite to eat with her! Sorry sir, but I have to go if thats okay?"

"Of course it is. Have a safe journey home, Nagisa."

"Cya, Nagisa!"

And so Nagisa swiftly left back to the school building, heading towards his few hours out with Nakamura.

Chapter Text

Luckily for E-Class, the woodland and forest surrounding their mountain was truly beautiful to look at. That's where the luck ran out though.

"Hurry! If we're late, who knows what they'll fo to us this time!"

The worried voice of Isogai called out to the group behind him. Currently the class were trudging down the mountain on their way to the main campus for an assembly.

"Oh, yeah. Last time we had to clean out the main campus!"

"Man, that was rough. Their flowerbeds are way too huge."

"You slacked off the entire time!"

The banter of the E-Class filled the lush greenery as they were forced to walk down in different groups. More so they didn’t lose any students, smaller pairings were easier to look after. This group consisted of Isogai, Maehara and Okano.

"Urgh! Why are we the only ones who gotta put up with this?!"

The sunlight was truly harsh on all of these separate groups. Through snakes, bees, rickety bridges, treacherous terrain and more it was truly a hellscape to navigate through. They even had to get down there during lunch before the other classes, doing it on a timer was difficult even for the more skilled members of the class! One truly had to pray for Okajima as he disturbed everything.

Once they were nearly all the way down, the class were panting and wheezing. Some too dazed to currently get up. Sugino was lying on the floor practically dying, Nagisa was against a tree catching his breath - Even he had troubles with the journey down - and the others were in a state between. Except for Okajima who had taken the full force of everything the mountain had to offer.

"Oh, man... Please, no more bees or anything else..."

Kayano panted out through begging teeth. Sure, she could have called on her superhuman prowess via her tentacles, but the fact she even had to consider that was a testament to how much of a shit show the mountain was. Seemingly unfazed - Though some could hear small labored breathes -, Karasuma arrived to check on the students.

"Are you all right? There's no rush. We'll arrive with plenty of time at this pace."

"HOLD ON... YOU BRATS!!"

The bitch-like shouting of their teacher in the distance caught their attention. While still an assassin, Irina was far from Karasuma in terms of endurance.

"Oh! Professor Bitch!"

When Irina arrived, she seemed just as dazed as some of the students. On her hands and knees just trying to get some of her breath back.

"No one told me about a class trip during lunch break..."

"Wow, you're a real mess Professor Bitch."

"It's extra-exhausting running in heels!"

While Sugino teased and prodded Irina, Nagisa - Now mostly recovered - turned to Karasuma.

"Mr Karasuma... it may not be my place to ask, but how did the meeting with Karma and Terasaka go?"

Taking a moment to see if the students deserved to know, he soon decided that Karma probably wouldn't keep quiet about it much longer anyways.

"There was a bit to work through... Terasaka's family were shockingly not too bothered. Instead saying 'our young man had it coming'. They even insisted on punishment on campus, but we decided against it."

Karasuma explained and recalled. While they hadn't gotten Terasaka's parents up to the campus, they had instead managed to get them on the phone. That had certainly been an odd interaction.

"And Karma...?"

"Right, he's forfeiting his breaks and lunches in detention."

"But if both of you are here... who's watching him?"

Karma sneezed as he tried to get round Koro-Sensei, but the yellow octopus stood in front of the door so the delinquent couldn’t leave as he spoke.

"I never knew my real ladder! Get it?~"

Karma was truly going through hell... forced to listen to one liners by Koro-Sensei during his free time. If the damn octopus wasnt so fast and squishy, he would of knocked himself unconscious against the wall by now.

"The main campus isn't far now. Let's go."

"Okay..."

True to his word, it actually hadnt taken that long. Only about an extra five minutes or so. But everyone, minus the few that rested for a moment, was laid out on the floor and done for. Being as bright and cheery as ever, Isogai tried to get everyone into form.

"Come on, guys! Let's hurry and line up!"

He was met with several different answers, but they all did so anyways. Now they were lined up in the main hall (and had been for 15 minutes) as the other classes started to flock in. Of course constant teasing and degrading came from those other classes as E-Class was forced to keep their heads down and bite their tongues.

Would anyone really miss one D-Class student?

Nagisa had to quickly brush that thought from his mind... he'd rather not lose control in such a public place. Even the teachers and speakers gave subtle jabs to the E-Class. Though since they weren't really included, some weren't worried about being caught whispering. Kayano was one of them.

"Hey, Nagisa... how'd that date with Nakamura go?~"

There was a clear tease evident in her voice which made the faintest pink appear on Nagisa's cheeks. He put his hands up to his chest in defense, but also so the other students wouldn’t catch him.

"I-It wasn't a date! Though... it was quite nice. I thought it would be more awkward. Nakamura actually is quite genuine when you get to it."

By now, his blush had died down and he had a more fond look on his face. Content with the answer - Though begrudgingly accepting there wouldn’t be much juicy intel - she just nodded and left it at that.

Karasuma took to introducing himself to the other staff while making sure the troublemakers of 3-E didn’t raise unwanted attention. Unfortunately, that meant having Irina slip through his radar and into Nagisa's.

"Nagisa."

Even though he was already hyperaware of the immature teacher approaching, now he was giving her his attention. A small hum gave her permission to continue.

"Now's my chance, now that that octopus isn't around. You've been keeping track of all his weaknesses, right? Let me borrow your notebook."

Maybe the voices aren't in the wrong.

He wanted to absolutely push her away for getting so close... when she touched his shoulder, he visibly jolted and swatted her hand away on impulse, only muttering a short 'sorry' after.

"What? Didn’t we have this discussion when you first got here...? I thought it was clear I'm not giving it up."

He pridefully resisted, locking eye contact with the femme fatal staring him down. She glared at him for a moment, while she had gotten on some of the students good radars... she and Nagisa hadn't really spoke since Karma broke them up.

"It's unfair to hide stuff like that from your teacher, Nagisa."

Seduction doesn't work multiple times. Especially on Nagisa. While he may have been happy to combat her in her own field when she first tried it. He truly didn’t feel up to doing so, even if his hormones were yelling at him to agree.

"And...?"

The students of E-class watched the cold reply with a soft giggle under their breath. Both at Nagisa's bluntness and at Irina's dejected expression at her seduction not working on someone.

"Come on! Give it to me, kid!"

The hands surrounded Nagisa and pulled him into her tits as his face turned bright red. He didnt want to die yet! Even if they are nice... Several different reactions spread among the entire student body. Before Karasuma could pull her back and restrain her, she found the other blonde of the class doing that same thing. Yanking her back to Karasuma as Nakamura sighed.

"If you're gonna be a bitch and seduce a teenager, at least pick the right target, Professor Bitch."

She sneered at the teacher who was currently whining and complaining as Karasuma dragged her away. Slowly recovering from his flustered state, Nagisa raised a hand in thanks before turning back to the assembly. No one spared them, even the student council. Said group had even not printed off enough sheets for the school events for Class 3-E.

"Huh? What? Where are ours?"

Whispers made their way up to Isogai as he drew the courage as their class president.

"Excuse me, Sir! E-Class didn’t get any handouts!"

"Oh? You didn’t get any? Now that's strange... I'm sorry! It seems we forgot to make some for 3-E! I guess you'll just have to memorize it all before you leave! In fact, you and your classmates could stand to sharpen your memory anyway!"

Laughs rang out from the student body, seemingly truly amused at this prank that had been played on them. Classic case of belittlement... at some point it loses its meaning. 

A strong gust of wind broke the laughter and awkward tension as every student was gifted a sheet for the events. Softly hearing his name, Isogai turned to the staff members... there was Karasuma, Irina and--

Could that disguise be any more suspicious?!

Karasuma certainly wasn't thrilled about the state secret being in public, though it wasn't like he could force Koro-Sensei back to the classroom. Putting his hand up again, Isogai spoke to the Student Council member.

"Oh, we got our handouts! Please continue, Sir!"

"What? N-No way! How?! Hey, now! Who killed our fun?!"

He truly stuttered over his words before he continued as normal, allowing 3-E to stand up more highly and not as awkward. Of course the ridiculous sight of Irina trying to stab Koro-Sensei in plain sight was enough for some of the students to burst into laughter.

Ridiculous disguise or not... he did save the class a whole load of embarrassment and loathing.

"We're going on ahead, Nagisa!"

"Okay! I'll catch up after I buy something to drink."

Once departed from Sugino, Nagisa crouched down at the vending machine to claim his drink. Of course though, E-Class students would always be picked on if they stayed too long.

"Hey, Nagisa."

Turning his attention up to the voice, he noticed two D-Class students who were basically glaring at him.

Probably from the lighter mood from the assembly.. could they be any more pathetic?

People seriously needed to stop making Nagisa want to sta--

"Don’t you think you guys are gettin' a bit carried away? Laughin' during the assembly and stuff... you should learn some respect! E-Class should just keep its head down and shut up."

"You got crappy lives weighin' ya down, after all."

If only you knew the half of it.

Nagisa knew he was supposed to be obedient. He was supposed to lay down and be a good dog. But... in that moment, something took control of Nagisa. His hands curled into fists and he glared at the two students with nothing but annoyance. Not even hatred, but seeing them more as flies that wouldn’t leave him alone. Almost as if they weren't even worth his time. Perhaps Karma is rubbing off on me.

"Hey. What's with that dirty look?"

A few meters away, walked out Karasuma. Taking a look, an ordinary and sane person would think Nagisa was about to be picked on. Of course, the squishy tentacle that grabbed his shoulder, stopping him in place was anything but that.

"None of the students trying to assassinate me... would ever succumb to students of their level."

"That's fine... but it's not Nagisa's safety I'm worried about."

Of course Koro-Sensei knew what he was talking about. Both had heard about it and one had seen it. Nagisa's unending determination and skill of assassination.

"Say something, E-Class! You want me to kill you?!"

Said one of the D-Class punks who grabbed Nagisa's collar and held him up.

"Nagisa! Come down... I've got a new knife to train with...~"

His father (demondemondemondemon) walked around the house like he was some demon from a 00's horror game. An 8 year old Nagisa held his breath in the cupboard of pure darkness, trying oh so hard to conceal his presence.

'He's bought it cause he cares... he's spent so much on me... just to make me better...! Why am I so selfish to not like it?!?!'

Was not liking his father trying to force his rage onto his son a crime...? He wouldn’t get to answer that as the cupboard door opened to see his father's deranged face. Pupils shrunk to that of a feline hunting a mouseand smile so eerily wide one may think it'd fall off his face.

"Why're you hiding...? It's dusty in there, come out."

He went to grab him, and Nagisa's soul took over, his eyes widening as he let out a scream.

"NO!!"

His father paused for a moment as if he was in disbelief. And then his smile immediately turned into something filled with anger. His hand found itself slamming his head into the back of the cupboard, caring not if he got a concussion.

"What's with that look, huh?! Do you want me to kill you?!"

Another scar was added to Nagisa's body that night.

Get off me get off me get off me get off me get off me get off me--

Within an instant, the student body watched as Nagisa flipped the situation, pinning the D-Class students body to the ground with his face slamming into the concrete. His long and sharp nails out and pressing into the boys neck, having trickles of blood coming out. Nagisa's breathing was erratic, neither teacher expected this.

"Karasuma--"

He was already on it, rushing towards Nagisa... though the boy didn’t hear what came out of his own mouth. It was like he wasn't in the drivers seat of his own body anymore.

"Touch me once more and I'll show you how to kill someone."

His fingernails that his mom had forced him to cultivate dug into the boys neck a tad bit more before he heard a voice.

"Nagisa. He's not worth your time."

Safe. I'm safe...? Right... Karasuma's voice is safe. 

Nagisa slowly got up off of the boy, shooting the one with glasses a glare as his sense slowly returned. Nagisa's breathing shallowed out while he looked around... the two teachers who showed shock... but didn’t judge him. The two bullies who were scared and hurt... and the student body who were shivering and backing away. Without another word being said, Nagisa turned away from all of them and started the track back up the mountain.

"... Are you sure you should have stopped me before this happened?"

"Hmm... perhaps. But perhaps this was needed. One cannot be picked on forever."

"While it's true, you'll still have to talk to him once you have time. Ideally before he goes home."

Koro-Sensei hummed... giving a nod of agreement before turning a different direction, out of sight, then moving at Mach 20.

An office half filled with darkness and empty space was where the principal sat. He hummed as he watched the scene unfold. That Nagisa had always had some sort of fire within him... but this wasn't the strong fire he hoped for. This was one triggered out of panic and autopilot.

"When it's like this... the End Class should not be shoving normal students aside undauntedly. That doesn't make sense. Not in my school. It seems I'll have to make a few changes. The assassination can wait... This is my top priority now."

The school bell rang for a brand new day... it should be normal right? Just some revision, some note taking for the exams that were soon...

"Now, then, class... shall we begin?"

Koro-Sensei questioned as he used his mach 20 speed to create several afterimages of himself. Each of which had a different headband designated to one area of study. The classes deadpanned expression explained it all really.

"Midterm time has rolled around, and that's why this period will be spent in high-speed enhanced test studying! My doubles can work with you one-on-one to drill you on each of your worst subjects."

I think... Koro-Sensei is getting faster and faster. It wasn't that long ago that he could only handle four or five doubles.

Nagisa wasn't sure how to react, his face both a bit of pride, excitement but also sourness. Assassinating him was only going to get infinitely harder. As they were all studying though, a hole appeared in Koro-Sensei's head across all his images. Karma was guilty as charged, sticking an anti sensei knife in front of him.

"No sneak assassinations now, Karma! Dodging will disrupt my persistence of vision!"

Using this distraction as a chance to get information, Nagisa spoke out loud to the double in front of him.

"These doubles are so fine and delicate. But do you have any strength left after making them?"

Maybe it was a bit blunt, but the whole class was built on assassinating him. So getting as much information as possible simply made sense.

"Not to worry. I have a double resting outside."

How is THAT helping...?! If he's accelerating this much in power, is it natural growth? Or is he storing energy for the destruction of Earth? He's only going to get more tricky for me...

Yet at the thought, Nagisa couldn’t stop a small smirk making its way onto his face. The chase was so much fun!

"So, do you understand so far, Nagisa?"

He looked up at Koro-Sensei, The one adult who accepts my bloodlust, and let some of said bloodlust trickle out before nodding.

"Yes, sir."

Most of the students had been let out of school for the day, only Nagisa and Kayano staying behind due to being on cleaning duty.

"Goodbye, Koro-Sensei!"

Nagisa farewelled as he mopped the floor. He felt like he was being chosen for this more and more often. Though if what Koro-Sensei suspected may be a rocky home life, he wanted to lighten the burden as much as possible until Nagisa gave him undeniable proof.

"Hope you manage to kill me tomorrow!"

Koro-Sensei started to make his way to the faculty office. The faculty office wasn't that grand, just a large wooden table in the middle and a window at the end. Karasuma and Irina were already there, stood watching a dark ginger-ish looking man in a fancy suit sat in a chair, turning a rubix cube.

"I want to line up the colors on this cube--all of them, and quickly, with a method anyone could use. How would you go about it, teachers?"

As Koro-Sensei came in through the door, the rubix cube was pried apart and scattered across the floor. The man who did this was Kunugigaoka Academy's Principal, Gakuho Asano.

"The answer is simple. Take them apart and pit them back together again. Very logical."

Seeing the yellow octopoid enter the room, Gakuho put a smile onto his face and spoke formally as he just had been.

"We meet at last, Koro-Sensei."

Before Gakuho could explain himself - Due to Koro-Sensei humming out of confusion - Irina stepped up and spoke before he could.

"He says he's the principal of this place."

"As teachers, he's our boss."

Karasuma added onto the end, eliciting a screech from Koro-Sensei who immediately started dashing around Gakuho. Giving shoulder massages and immediately sucking up.

"My, my--you've come all this way! Say, might I receive a little bump in my salary? I've added a few more doubles, you see, and I'm sure it's in your power to--"

As he was doing so, Nagisa walked past the open crack in the door. Seeing it was open, he immediately hid any intent of anything that he had and started to stare through at the scene unfolding.

Koro Sensei's Weak Point #7: Subservient to higher-ups.

"I must apologize. I'd meant to come pay my respects."

Gakuho cut off the rambling suck off and then stood up. That same fake pleasantness still plastered onto his face like a mask. It was quite shocking how well he wore it, if they weren't all pro assassins it'd be extremely hard to tell.

"The Ministry of Defense and Mr. Karasuma have told me all about you. I can’t claim to understand everything, but..."

Gakuho turned to face Koro-Sensei, looking up at him yet in a similar fashion to how Karma would. Like he's looking down on Koro-Sensei...

"How very sad you are. Looking to become the savior of the world, only to fall into the role of the great villain who would destroy it."

Of course to a stalker like Nagisa, it made some sense to someone who spent most of the time he had studying on his target. Gakuho turned his head down, seemingly ending the confrontation since his target didn’t respond.

"But let's set that aside for now. Struggle as I might, I cannot hope to save the planet from its crisis. Barring the unexpected, I'll stay out of your assassination altogether."

Barring the unexpected... so he plans to make some attempts?

Gakuho started to walk away from Koro-Sensei, seemingly content with what he had delivered. Then he paused and turned around, walking back past Koro-Sensei and towards the window.

"As principal, I must consider what's in store next year and beyond, should the Earth survive. In other words, if someone does happen to kill you, what is this school's future? Frankly, we need the E-Class to remain as it is."

He took a seat on the window ledge, the way he was postered... Nagisa noticed it and he was sure his assassination target also did to.

He's... letting his bloodlust slip through. Who knew someone like him could control such a large amount...

Admittedly, was Gakuho not the person who made this shitty E-Class system, he may have even gathered some courage to ask about it. But now wasn't that time nor was he comfortable doing so. Especially not in front of the other teachers. Letting the silence brew, Koro-Sensei eventually continued.

"As it is? You mean, with rock-bottom grades and treatment, like now?"

"Yes. Are you familiar with the worker ant principle? In any group, 20 percent will be lazy, 20 percent will work hard, and the remaining 60 percent will be average. My goal is a group with 5 percent slackers and 95 percent hard workers. 'I don’t want to be like the E-Class.' 'I don’t want to be in the E-Class.' With 95 percent of students thus determined, my ideal ratio is attainable."

It made sense on a logical level, it would and does work. But there were several things unaccounted for. That of which Koro-Sensei immediately picked up on. The emotional aspect on both sides. Was it worth it is the top 95 percent turned into coldhearted business guru's? Was it worth it if he had students like this that wanted to kill themselves? Unfortunately, he wasn't confident he could voice these views without the potential of getting fired... and the condescending look on Gakuho's face showed he knew that.

"I see. How logical. Then the 5 percent in the E-Class must be kept weak and pitiful."

Gakuho didn’t respond to that, knowing the message was already understood, so it was time to get to the next point.

"I received a complaint from the D-Class teacher today, on top of witnessing this situation myself: 'A student from E-Class assaulted one of my students and threatened to kill him.' I'm sure the statement is part and parcel of the whole assassination thing. And that's fine. The problem lies in a student with rock-bottom grades not only defying a regular one, but battering them in the concrete."

Having witnessed the situation himself as well, Karasuma decided to speak up. For the actions of Nagisa both weren't his own at the time and D-Class started it.

"If I may interject... if you saw it, you would see that they grabbed his collar and threatened his life first. It is surely on them that it triggered my student to have a panic attack and be put in fight or flight."

Glaring at Karasuma, he stayed silent for a moment before clearing his throat.

"If this student had simply maybe glared at the D-Class or gently backed themselves away, I could have been enlightened to let this slide. I could have perhaps even seen it as quite humorous. But that wasn't what happened. Under my policies, that cannot stand. If this student is having uncontrollable panic attacks under the tutelage of the E-Class staff, perhaps it is in my jurisdiction to appoint new ones."

His glare met all three staff members, daring them to so much as even challenge that point. It was clearly wrong, but in a case of law... he may possibly pull through. In this case, it was simply better to bite their tongues and let it happen.

"I'll let it slide this once since it is partly my negligence for not having enforced my polices up here earlier. However, please tell this student in no uncertain terms to control themselves, or I will not be this lenient again."

With that, Gakuho started to walk towards the door once more, when an idea struck him.

"Oh, and--Koro-Sensei? You have one second. Solve this."

A bundle of metallic keys were flung towards Koro-Sensei who immediately grew flustered and tried to pull them apart.

"What? Just like that?!"

Even moving at mach 20, he found himself on the floor tangled in it himself.

Koro Sensei's Weak Point #8: Metal ring puzzles freak him out.

This man... he's immediately had an idea that none of us have let slip, gave it a go and targeted Koro-Sensei's weak points... he's a dick... but he's smart. 

Watching him struggle on the floor, Gakuho approached and watched the same way one may do to a show animal.

"Your amazing speed lives up to the hype. No doubt you can dodge any attempt on your life. But you know, Koro-Sensei... there are some problems speed can’t solve. Now, if you'll excuse me."

As Gakuho left, Koro-Sensei kept his face turned to the floor for he was beyond embarrassed at himself. Both out beaten and outsmarted by the principal. Seeing him coming, Nagisa flipped round the corner onto the wall as the door opened. With eyes as sharp as Nagisa's, he saw how Gakuho's eyes actually widened as if he was truly surprised. Looking eyes with Nagisa - Who Gakuho already knew to be skilled - he put up that pleasant mask and tried to get Nagisa back in line with the other students.

"Hey there! Looking forward to seeing your midterm results! Good luck."

The way Gakuho's face turned completely stoic and dead after... it'd be enough to basically demoralize basically any normal person. And for someone like himself with such low self esteem... Nagisa's breathing started to grow ever more rapid.

With that dry 'good luck,' I spiraled from an assassin spying on his targets to a weak, insecure mess of a student.

Nagisa clung to his upper arms as he slowly slid down the wall, tears threatening to spill from his eyes as he started to hyperventilate.

"Sa--"

His heart was practically in his ears as different comments from his history filled his mind. The laughs and demoralizing comments from several students who degraded him for simply existing.

"Gisa--"

A blue haired female figure cursing death onto the boy she spent so much time raising for he was such an ungrateful daughter. Not to mention how he would be beaten to near death by his supposed f--

"NAGISA!!"

Looking up, he saw the concerned looks of Irina of all people... fuck... he'd messed up and now he was at his weakest in front of someone he hated so. Someone who only existed to be an utter bitch, in his mind at least. Slowly evening out his breathing, with cold eyes too tired to hide his disinterest in her, he looked up and spoke stoically.

"Can I help y-you...?"

He was expecting a laugh, or a pitying look if she felt merciful. Yet... all that was on her face seemed like familiarity. For that woman had - And still occasionally did - experienced panic attacks of the war filled environment in which she grew up in. Nagisa found a hand being offered to him with long-ish yellow nails. It didn’t force him in the slightest, instead letting him take his time.

"C'mon kid... wanna grab a drink? Water will normally calm you down."

They waited in silence for about a minute, not able to notice the discreet stares of the other two teachers from in the classroom. Soon, without accepting her hand, Nagisa pulled himself up and sighed.

"If I don’t have to owe you anything... that would be nice."

He started to walk off, missing the tender smile that appeared on Irina's lips. She had always wanted to stop herself going down the road and struggles she was on... for she could have gone into something that didn’t pull on her softer side. And now she may have that chance. For this kid shared a scary amount of similarities to herself.

"Fine. As long as you score fine in English, runt."

As the duo left the school building, Koro-Sensei - Who no longer was trapped in the metal kets - gave a grin on his green stripped face to Karasuma.

"It may take a bit... but I told you something may blossom between them. It could be a day, a week, a month, or even after I die... but I promise you, those two will find comfort in each other for each other."

Karasuma thought he had seen it all... but seeing the prideful Jelavich sympathies with a student who detested her... this class kept surprising him huh?

The duo stood outside the wooden building of the E-Class by the tap. Currently Irina was filling a plastic water bottle with water while Nagisa was trying to get over the end of his panic attack. Once she finished filling up the bottle, she passed it over to Nagisa careful.

"Here, take small sips. If you go too quickly you may choke."

It truly was surprising Nagisa about how serious Irina was being. He knew she could be genuine like when she asked the class to accept her, but he hadn't expected serious and gentle. Not from a temptress like her. As he took small sips, Irina noticed his hands still shaking on the bottle. The sloshing of water making it more clear than ever, he clearly still wasn't finished.

"Hey. Name 5 things you can see."

Nagisa was clearly taken by surprise as he looked at her like she was an idiot. Tilting his head, she growled slightly under her breath... was this what she was always like?!

"You heard me, 5 things you can see. It's not rocket science!"

Perhaps gentle was the wrong word, as she was still rough around the edges like the Irina he knew. But the fact that she was trying meant quite a lot.

She's not trying, she's just pitying how utterly pathetic I am.

"Well... I can see you... this bottle... the tap... t-the building... and the sky?"

His hands were still shaking and his eyes were occasionally glossing everything over. Internal thoughts? Very likely.

"Good. Now 4 things you can touch."

Nagisa truly didn’t understand the point of this...

"Professor Bitch... a-are you an idiot?"

"KNOCK IT OFF!! Just trust the process."

He couldn’t help but chuckle a little bit at how her hot headedness still remained. But he closed his eyes to heighten his feel.

"The water bottle... I could feel the ground... my torso and my arm."

He responded after composing himself, as Irina eyed him up, she noticed how his breathing had basically fully evened out. Now it was just his shakiness and occasional stutters.

"3 things you can hear."

"My voice, your voice, t-the wind."

She nodded in response even though his eyes were closed. He was accepting this a lot quicker then she had expected - Even if she rather he didn’t question it at all - and she couldn’t help but rest a hand on her hip while she leant against the wall.

"2 things you can smell."

Nagisa took a moment on this one, taking a sniff for a moment before answering.

"The flowerbed and... the rusted wood on the building."

"Finally, whats 1 thing you can taste?"

After taking another sip of water, he opened his eyes which were a lot more in focus now and answered with more confidence.

"The water."

Irina was about to hug him congratulations on instinct, but she remembered how he flinched at touch in the assembly. Perhaps they weren't there yet, and that was fine... even if she was a touchy person.

"Well done. Do you feel better now?"

While Nagisa took a moment to look within himself, she lit up a cigarette and started to inhale the tobacco before blowing out the air.

"Actually... I-I do. A bit... but it's something."

Extinguishing the cigarette on the tap, she gave a nod before pocketing the rest of the finished cigarette.

"As you said, that's something. Better than the pitiful state you were in before, that's for sure."

She found a glare being sent her way from Nagisa... mostly playful though since there wasn't any real and true bloodlust behind it. Normally Nagisa would look up at this time to see the sky darkening, but Summer was truly making itself known.

"I'm gonna head home now."

He started to walk towards the stairs of the mountain, leaving Irina behind as she likely had work to do. She didn’t even expect a wave goodbye, but shockingly, she saw Nagisa turn his head just slightly towards her.

"... Thanks."

And then he started to descend the stairs... god being a teacher was hard!

"Good morning, class. Today I've tried making even more of me!"

No one knew the context... no one except for Nagisa who stared with a deadpanned expression for only he had seen the miserable defeat Koro-Sensei suffered at the hands of Gakuho Asano.

Is there even a need to have that many... yesterday was fine. The afterimages are getting sloppier now.

The greenete next to Nagisa though - Or the tentacles at least - were furious. For not only did they still have yet to find a good way to kill the monster, but he was getting faster!! Trying to distract her thoughts, she spoke to the afterimage in front of her.

"What's wrong, Koro-Sensei? Isn't this a little too gung ho?"

"Hmm? Not at all!"

The class was filled with intense studying as Koro-Sensei ran himself dry. So dry that when the bell for class went, he was lying on his desk and fanning himself. He was even steaming!

"You know, he does look pretty beat."

"Maybe now's our chance!"

"Why's he teaching this hard, anyway?"

Pride. Pride and something else...

Hearing that last statement, Koro-Sensei couldn’t help but chuckle to himself at the image he was getting in his mind.

"All to get your teat scores up! If that happens... I'll have no fear of being killed, I'll be rolling in good fortune!"

The students could tell he was thinking of something perverted, the way his face turned pink giving it away a lot much to the unamused looks of the students. Thinking about how to respond, some started to mutter among themselves.

"Uh, the whole studying part is fine and all... Yeah, but if we assassinate him, we get ten billion yen. And with ten billion, you don’t need good grades to live the good life!"

A screech came from Koro-Sensei as if he couldn’t believe these money grubbing gremlins for students he was teaching.

"I-is that what you think?!"

"We're the End Class, Koro-Sensei."

"Assassination is way more accessible to us than any exam."

For the first time in a while, Koro-Sensei's head lowered and a shadow casted over his face. With this, he slowly started to stand up to full height, letting his imposing figure show.

"Ah. I see how it is. You still don’t have what it takes to be assassins. Out into the schoolyard, all of you!"

His face was purple with a darker X laid across it... clearly he disagreed with the students on a fundamental level.

The students - And staff - of E-class were stood in the courtyard just above the stairs. Meanwhile, their target stood in the middle of the field a safe distance away. The confused murmurs of students filled the crowd as they awaited for him to speak.

"What's the big idea, sendin' us all out into the yard like this?"

"Who knows? A bad mood came over him all of a sudden."

As the murmurs continued, one of the students was bringing Irina out who was questioning quite heavily about what was happening. As Koro-Sensei pushed something around the field, he spoke out to Irina.

"Ms. Irina, let me ask you something as a professional assassin. When you're on a job, do you have one single plan prepared?"

She took a moment to think and stare at the octopus who had his back to her... she couldn’t understand what he was trying to get out of her, though that also likely meant there was no harm to telling the truth.

"No... it's not often that my main plan goes as expected. Making more detailed backup plans in preparation for any contingencies is Assassination 101."

Spoken like an actual pro... I keep forgetting she knows what she's doing. Though... I think I get what Koro-Sensei is drilling into us. Yet, does it apply to me... someone who adores assassination with their entire being?

Nagisa mused to himself, finding himself looking at her in a slightly more positive light after what occurred after class the day before. Satisfied with her answer, he turned his attention to the other staff member.

"And you, Mr. Karasuma. When you teach knife skills, is the first strike the only important one?"

Unlike Irina, Karasuma was nearly instant in his reply, not wasting any time.

"The first strike is of course the most important, but your next move matters, too. Against a powerful foe, your first blow is likely to he dodged, so the precision with which you can land your second and third blows can decide the fight."

The students though - Most at least - didn’t understand the point though. And when questioned on it, Koro-Sensei began to spin in a circle at mach speeds having dust spread from the floor.

"As your teachers have said, having a trusty second step is what makes for a confident assassin. But what about you? 'We're got assassination, and that's enough.' You think, and down go your academic goals. You're just trying not to face the reason for your inferiority complex."

Way to cut deep... but it doesnt sound targeted at me particularly...

At this point, wind from the speed he was moving was threatening to blow some of the students over. The dust and smoke bringing its way all the distance to the students who were stood up.

"What if I got away from this classroom? If another killer managed to do me in? Without the assassination you rely on, all you're left with is gold ol' E-Class inferiority. A word of advice from me to you, as you walk that fine line: Those who can’t wield a second blade aren't qualified to be an assassin!"

Actually... that's a fair point. What if someone gets to him before I do? Can I afford to be patient like this? Hope I get him on my own...?

The wind at this point had created a small scale tornado made of dirt and dust, threatening to blow over even the staff. It could even be seen from the main campus which the principal couldn’t help but scoff at. Soon, the tornado died down as the dust settled. The clouds were parted as the sun brought its way in.

"The yard was very uneven and full of weeds. I tidied it up."

The entire yard now looked like a proper sports field. With a clean floor, lanes for track and field, football nets and more.

"I am a super-creature capable of wiping out the Earth. Flattening out this area here is a piece of cane. If you can’t show me that trusty second blade, I know there's no assassin in this classroom worth taking me on, and I'll flatten this entire campus before I go."

A few students in particular felt challenged by this, but it was a declaration to every single one of them at large. Perhaps it was egotistical nature, of his pride as an assassin... but Nagisa couldn’t help but question Koro-Sensei first.

"A second blade? When?"

"Tomorrow, of course. I want you all in the top 50 after tomorrow's midterms."

Shocked gasps left the student body as they looked around. Yet as some were distracted by the pure shock, one blue haired boy locked eyes with her who helped him yesterday. After a confused look, a nod was given in seeming understanding. The same was done from Nagisa to Karma who was watching this unfold from behind everyone else.

"I've already been developing your second blades. I don’t use the doltish teaching methods they do at the main campus. Wield those blades with all confidence! Succeed in your mission and hold your head high, smiling, unashamed. You are proud assassins-- and proud members of the E-Class!"

Classes were over and everyone had left. Outside of the wooden shack of a building, Nagisa knocked on the faculty office door. A few moments passed before the door slid open to reveal Karasuma.

"Ah, Mr. Karasuma."

He had to register why Nagisa was here for a moment, but then he gasped quietly and nodded to himself.

"Right, she's just doing the last touches now. Come in."

Karasuma let Nagisa walk on in as he stayed by the door, seemingly planning to leave and go off either home or to the Ministry.

"Actually... I was wondering if you can stay too, Mr. Karasuma. You're a part of this plan."

They locked eye contact, as if it was a battle of who would back down first. But seeing that the usually quiet and reserved student kept that serious gaze... Karasuma decided to follow through and walk with Nagisa to the table that Irina was at. Seeing them sit down, Irina gave a wave.

"Heyyy~ so, I'm not a psychic, you're going to need to explain what you want from us."

Taking a seat, Nagisa clenched his fists together against his trousers, scrunching them up a bit as he looked towards both of them.

"I-I... need you to lie to my mother for me."

Chapter Text

Taking a seat, Nagisa clenched his fists together against his trousers, scrunching them up a bit as he looked towards both of them.

"I-I... need you to lie to my mother for me."

Of course this was quite the out there request. In fact, the quizzical expressions on their faces - even if Karasuma's was more subtle - was something Nagisa had expected from this sort of question. Now Nagisa didn’t expect Irina to clock onto what he was asking without futher explanation, but Karasuma's eyes soon widened in realization.

"Fine, I can do so. Though I would like to clarify the reason."

Something Irina immediately required for she still was completely left out of the loop, her face displaying a derpy sort of look as Nagisa gasped and put his hands up in defense.

"W-well... I don’t want to let Koro-Sensei or any of you down. I want to pierce the top 50 and to do that, I need to spent the night at Karma's."

The silence loomed over the room as Karasuma picked up the phone and started to put in the number. Karasuma clearly trusted Nagisa's reasoning, for this blue haired student, while occasionally unstable and unpredictable... was the more genuine boy he'd seen. And If his suspicions were true... before he could even think about the dreaded situation, a female voice interrupted them. 

"I haven't been teaching long... but isnt it improper of us to lie to your guardian just so you can spend a night with your hubby?"

"WE ARENT LIKE THAT!!"

While normally composed, that left Nagisa's mouth in a shout somewhere between anger and flustered. Nagisa's shock was much higher than Karasuma's, yet this almost comical statement had even made him pause putting numbers into the phone. Not that he doubted Nagisa's want to see Karma nor the reason he gave, but rather he'd want to have Irina in the loop before lying to Nagisa's beast of a mother. Recovering from his embarrassment, Irina beat him to it.

"You sure...? You look quite embarrassed to me, Nagisa~"

It's been so long that I forgot people used to think Karma and I were an item. It's infuriating.

"First off... me and Karma a-aren't together like that. Secondly, I don’t even swing that way! Third... what the fu--"

"Ahem."

Karasuma coughing would get the conversation on track as the phone started to ring. Both of the others in the room immediately came to a stand still in terms of their back and forth. The phone rang for a few dials before it soon picked up. Nagisa couldn’t make out the exact words, but that voice was certainly his mothers on the other end of it. Almost on instinct, Nagisa went eerily still. He needed to be still in the presence of her, for even the smallest movement could set her off. Nagisa just wanted to be a good tool.. As much as Irina wanted to question Nagisa's sudden statute-like behavior, Karasumas conversation made her rethink her decision.

"Hello, Ms Shiota? I'm calling in regards about Nagisa-"

"Oh dear, what did she do this time?"

The first red flag... his only other conversation with her was when she confirmed Nagisa had lied to her. In which it was only a two sentence conversation confirming the truth that she expected. Now he was going to get a much deeper look into Hiromi's psyche even if he couldn’t see her facial expressions.

I'm hoping that's just a slip up... but given all that I've seen of Nagisa so far, there is certainly something deeper here.

Karasuma would muse towards himself before getting back to the phone call.

"No ma'am, your son is completely well behaved. It's about the exams starting tomorrow. I've offered a few of the students the chance to stay overnight for a last minute revision session to boost the chance of success."

The way Karasuma just strung together an excuse was quite impressive. There was a silence from the other end. While one may think it was due to a mother being wary of sending her child off for the night, or how Karasuma thought the issue was Karma lingering in her mind, Nagisa knew what it was.

There was such emphasis on the word son that she's probably resisting the urge to correct him. Though if I know her... she cares more right now about getting me out of E-Class.

And admittedly, the fact that Karasuma even felt the need to correct her, even if it was subtly, made Nagisa's heart swell enormously. Almost enough to actually move again. After hearing no answer from Hiromi, Karasuma continued to speak.

"If you're worried about Nagisa's safety, I can reassure you that I have never had a negative experience in the work field of minors. My teaching licence is public information you can get from Principal Asano. Joining me there will also be our latest addition to our facaulty, Miss Jelavich, the English teacher."

Upon hearing her name, Irina wanted to counter, not exactly wanting to spend her evening teaching a bunch of punks overtime-- though the immediate glare she got from Karasuma shot her down immediately. She understood that this was a ruse from that alone. How Nagisa wanted Karasuma to lie to his mom, it all made sense in her head now. Then the voice of Nagisa's mother soon spoke.

"May I ask which other students are in attendance? I'm admittedly a bit worried about Nagisa getting caught within the troublemakers of E-Class."

This one made Karasuma pause... Nagisa had told him she had an open hatred for Karma. But what if he wasn't the only one? 

Or worse yet... she's simply going to use any excuse to get Nagisa to not attend.

"Please give me a moment to grab the attendance list, Ms Shiota. I'm afraid I'm still getting used to each students name and how to pronounce it."

A blatent lie that anyone who knew Karasuma could tell was false, for they knew how attentive and caring towards the class and mission he was. But for an outsider like Hiromi, it made sense to her as the class had only been going for a few weeks. She gave a hum of approval as Karasuma got out of his seat, leaving the phone at the desk before walking towards Nagisa and whispering so the phone wouldn't catch anything.

"I need you to write down which students your mother would trust you to be around. I would rather not give her a reason to complicate things."

Karasuma... he's willing to understand and figure something out?

Nagisa, in the midst of his amazement for his teacher, felt like he could actually move in the presence of his mother... even if she wasn't directly in front of him. With a faint smile and some newfound confidence - However small it may be - went towards the draws and pulled out some paper. Then he started to write down a few names. Once done, he passed the list to Karasuma who walked back to the desk and sat down before putting the phone back to his ear.

"Apologies for taking so long, ma'am. The list was in the classroom as those who wanted to do the extra curriculum study session personally voted themselves for it. So first we have both the class representatives: Yuma Isogai and Meg Kataoka. Then we have Kotaro Takebayashi and Manami Okuda. It will only be those four, plus Nagisa and us faculty."

A drawn out hum came from the other end of the phone. Now while Hiromi didn’t know all of them, she had heard of all the trouble-makers from Nagisa's old D-Class teacher. With her specifically requesting for Nagisa to be sat away from them.

"Yes that should be fine then. Please let my dear Nagisa come home though if she gets homesick though."

"... Of course. Thank you for your time, Ms Shiota."

With that, Karasuma hung up the phone and leant back into his chair with an exaggerated groan, swiping his hands down his face and pulling his eyes south unintentionally comically. This was reminding him of the days where he actually had to use his safeguarding skills. 

The only difference being just how confusing this whole dynamic between them is.

When he turned to Nagisa, he couldn’t help but give off a faint smile. For the boy looked utterly shocked that someone had gone so far out of the way to help him. Nagisa's eyes were wide and shocked... even starting to gloss over a bit. It was always hard to read the assassin-in-trainings emotions, but Karasuma could of sworn the boy would burst into tears at any moment. From the shakiness of his body, to the way he had his fringe cover his eyes... all the way to how tense the boys shoulders were.

Are E-Class students not used to even such a small level of help from an outside force?

"You should be free to head to Akabane's house, assuming you know the address. Of course if your mom asks, you'll have to keep consistent with the lie. I trust you to keep yourself safe from any complications. Okay?"

Part of Karasuma wanted to say harm instead of complications. But the teacher had no proof that Nagisa was being abused. While he displayed similar symptoms to others he'd dealt with in the field, each person was different. Nagisa gave a quick nod as he speed walked out the room past Irina who looked towards the now closed door that Nagisa left out of. She let out a gasp and folded her arms before tutting.

"He should know from last time that I'm not bothered by him being like that..."

Karasuma wanted to agree, but this was such a complicated case. Nagisa clearly hadn't been taught that while he was young... or perhaps even ever.

"He should... but part of me thinks he doesn't know what is and isn't okay to show in front of others."

He probably didn’t want us to see him in such a fragile state yet again.

"You don’t say."

As Nagisa left the building, he was drying tears off of his face with his sleeve. He would hiccup lightly to himself as he had a huge and cheesy grin stuck onto his face.

Mr Karasuma trusts me...

Nagisa was unable to catch every tear that fell from his eyes.

A sharp breath was taken from Nagisa as he looked at the door to the prestigious manor in front of him. Nagisa only had come with whatever he took to school, for he knew that if he stopped home - No matter how brief it was - his mother would quickly make him stay. How she'd project that anger she was harboring towards Karasuma's phone call onto her dearest 'daughter'. Nagisa wouldn’t mind taking that brunt force once exams were over, but for now he needed to get into that top 50.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

For as long as Nagisa knew Karma, he had never moved. Karma always lived in this grand mansion on it's own, completely recluse from any neighbors and interruptions but still close enough to the town where it wasn't too long a walk. It was a three story building that was what someone on the lower end of upper class may own. On the outside was a decent amount of moss growing near the top, spreading from the right corner of the roof down to halfway across the second story. One would expect some middle-old aged man in a suit, perhaps paired with a cigar, to come walking out, yet instead Nagisa got what actually opened the door. The red headed devil whos face went from mild surprise to clear amusement.

"Well how the fuck did you pull this off? Finally take my advice and run away? Even better yet, stab the bitch between her eyes?"

"You know that's a terrible idea, Karma. I'll explain once I'm inside and comfortable... I think Koro-Sensei's 'demonstration' earlier actually bought a storm with it."

True to his words, a huge, grey stormy cloud was overtaking the visable horizon. It certainly was going to start raining much sooner than later.

"Imagine the clout I'll get when I kill him-"

Karma held the door open for Nagisa to walk in as he continued talking.

"Red headed teen assassinates weather changing monster which even the militaries of the world couldn't handle. Ha! Screw the reward money, I'd be set for life off of the fame and publicity alone."

Nagisa just rolled his eyes as he wiped his shoes on the doormat and walked inside, letting Karma shut the door behind him. Then he spoke back in an almost mockingly sarcastic tone.

"You're saying that like you're gonna do it without my help. Besides, news titles are never that long. Try 'Teen duo prevent calamity!'"

Shrugging his shoulders, Karma walked over to Nagisa and then started to noogie him, much to the protests that Nagisa kept giving off.

"Oh dearest Nagisa, you're so right~ Whatever would I do without a cleaner as intelligent and full of wisdom as you?~"

"L-let go, Karma! I'll kill you I s-swear!"

The two boys would banter as Karma eventually gave Nagisa mercy from the terrifying noogie. Even if Nagisa could have likely stopped it at any moment, it was endearing. No one, not Koro-Sensei, not Karasuma, not Irina and certainly not his own home enabled him to be as open and free as Karma did. In his mind they just clicked in a way that no one else did.

The boys would continue to talk about random nonsense as they started to walk through the messy, cluttered hallway. None of the boys pointed it out though, choosing to ignore the piles of occasional clothing, or dvds, or games... he clearly didn't clean up after himself. The walls were covered in halls in the shape of fists... some even slashed across possibly by a knife. From those slashes on the wall was a small bit of moss. If it was this awful on the first floor, it likely only got worse the higher one went. Any other person would have judged him, yet Nagisa never did. They were just different, they understood each other. Stopping near the end of the hallway before the kitchen, Nagisa looked at once of the walls where there was the faint marks on the wall of a painting being there previously.

"Not a guy for possessions of the past?"

Nagisa would ask Karma without looking at him, both the boys now staring at where an old painting used to be.

"Why would i be? The past just makes me pissed more than anything. They probably have fourty others like it in Europe alone. Ever since they left, my life got a hell of a lot better anyways."

"What did you do with it then? Sell it?"

Karma would put his thumb and index finger to his chin while humming out loud, as if trying to remember what he did do with it.

"Nah, probably used it as toilet paper."

"Pfffft-"

Nagisa put a hand to his mouth as he giggled a little bit at Karma's straight-faced humor.

"I'll contact you via messenger pidgin if Hiromi ever leaves, clearly your ideas are a lot more creative than mine."

The blue haired assassin would joke back, emitting a small snort from Karma in response. Both knew that Nagisa was trapped until the day he died, but joking about the situation always took it off his mind for a sizable amount of time... only with Karma though. For he was the only one who would even begin to fathom what he went through behind closed doors.

Once they arrived in the kitchen - which was equally as unkempt with pots and pans thrown everywhere, not to mention the constant marks in the walls -, Nagisa sat down at the table and started to empty his schoolbag onto the table. His pencil case, text books and all. Karma with some snacks from the cupboard threw one at Nagisa, scoring him right in the temple as he spoke.

"Ow!! What was that for??!"

"Well we can’t let your first blade get dull while we sharpen your second, right?~"

While he didn’t have to go about it in such an annoying way, it made sense... though in Nagisa's case...

"Karma, I literally want to become an assassin. I don’t think that applies to me. In fact, I think you just wanted to do this!!"

Nagisa would then throw a snack at Karma as hard as he could, but much to his annoyance, Karma would catch it with one hand before it poked out his eye.

"Call it a tuition fee."

"Wow."

As Karma would set up his own books and writing equipment, he'd see Nagisa already starting and dotting down notes or answers... it was hard to tell from a glance. Though the look in his eyes, the way he'd tiptoed around his mother to get here...

"You really respect Koro-Sensei, huh?"

This would cause Nagisa to look up with a bit of a quizzical expression at where the question came from. Seeing his confusion, Karma would just continue.

"This ain't even about hitting top 50. He could tell you to do anything and you'd try your best to do it."

"I'd do the same with you. And Mr Karasuma. And Hiromi. And--"

"I know. And that's infuriating sometimes."

Sometimes. That's the key word that stuck with Nagisa. But he wouldn’t ever change, for being a tool that carries out its tasks is all he's ever been good for.

Except for assassin... the only other thing I'm good at.

"I think... you have it a bit wrong in this case."

"Hmm?"

Karma would look up at Nagisa who was looking to the ceiling, trying to organize his thoughts and think how to speak them out loud and clear.

"In this case, I'm not just trying to appease Koro-Sensei. I want to show him I'm an assassin who's up to the task. An assassin who rises above and excels. An assassin who doesn't want this class to end."

There was clear adoration on Nagisa's face upon speaking, like he respected Koro-Sensei more than just a regular teacher. It made sense though, for no one ever accepted Nagisa's bloodlust or even challenged it. This was Nagisa's ideal environment.

"Then forget studying. Don’t come top 50."

The curt reply cut across Nagisa's adoration like a knife. With fists slamming onto the table, Nagisa would raise his voice yet not into a shout.

"The hell I should!! Why would you even say that?"

Karma would stand up after closing his textbooks, the slamming of pages echoing through the mansion as he would speak bluntly and to the point.

"Hiromi will force you into D Class if you do."

Oh.

Oh...

Being so caught up in his want to impress Koro-Sensei and actually make some use of himself, Nagisa had completely forgotten about the beast who ruled his life with an iron fist and chains wrapped around so tightly that escape was impossible. Nagisa's face would instantly drop once the realization hit that it wouldn’t be possible for him to both make Koro-Sensei proud and stay in the class much longer after that. Though it was also impossible to stay in the class and keep his mother happy.

It's always about her second play through and never about me. 

"I hate this.."

Nagisa would whisper, causing Karma to raise a brow in his direction. Nagisa would bring both hands to his hair so his hands covered his face while he shook a little bit uncontrollably. Digging his nails into his scalp, Nagisa's voice would come out with more of an edge to it.

"No matter w-where I go.. her shadow follows me everywhere...!"

Karma would just watch as Nagisa started to spiral. Nagisa would drag his nails down and pull out some strands of hair, his breathing starting to pick up. Before it could continue to escalate, Nagisa would get up and run to the bathroom before locking himself in there. Karma slowly walked over to the bathroom after Nagisa and kept his voice clear and smooth.

"... Take your time."

Karma would loudly say through the door, being one of the only ones able to relate to Nagisa's struggles. Who was Karma to stop him if that's what he needed?

In the bathroom, Nagisa would frantically look around as if trying to locate something. Slamming open the cabinet which housed the bathroom mirror on the outside - Which was already cracked a few times prior to Nagisa entering - Nagisa would manically search through the supplies until he found what he'd connect to his skin for that release. The only semblance of control which Nagisa was able to enact on his life, how deep he could go...

"You won't l-laugh right...?"

A younger version of Nagisa would speak, his hair going past his neck a decent amount would speak up to his friend - At least he thought so - with clear hesitance and worry in his voice.

"Eh? Of course not, I just wanna see since your bandages weren't tied properly. Need to make sure you won't die of infection, right?"

In front of Nagisa in the cramped bathroom stall with Karma. Karma never changed much through his years at Kunugigaoka, for he looked exactly the same as he did in the current year. Besides some less overall height and muscle perhaps. 

"You know I'd never judge my partner!"

Hearing this brought Nagisa some reassurance, deciding to look up at the taller boy and nod with the smallest bit of found comfort.

"Y-you're right... it was p-p-pretty hectic last night."

Trusting Karma, at least enough, Nagisa would roll up his school sleeves. The bandages, while wrapped alright, quite clearly were done with a lot of haste. For in some areas they were a bit looser or tighter. Undoing the little bow in the middle, Nagisa let the bandages fall to his feet before repeating the process for his other arm. Then, laid bare and exposed, were his forearms. Each were littered with tens of clean gashes across to the side. None of them were opened heavily or recut, but rather each had just been straight to the point. Between each one was still a bit of dried blood that had previously dribbled down to the cuts below. When Nagisa didn’t hear anything from Karma who was just starring, he started to worry.

"S-sorry... I shouldn’t have s-shown these pathetic things."

"Huh? Where're you getting the word pathetic from?"

Karma would ask as he gently hovered a hand over Nagisa's forearm, silently asking permission to touch to which Nagisa would nod. As Karma traced his thumb over one of the cuts, Nagisa would speak again.

"I never h-h-have the guts to go deeper... or c-cut over a pre-existing one."

Karma would just chuckle gaining Nagisa's attention. He'd strip himself of his blazer as Nagisa would watch, confident nothing weird - Because this seemingly wasn't weird in their eyes - would come from it. What he immediately noticed however, was the bandages on Karma's arm. The only difference being that they were a little lower down so they couldn’t be seen from his blazer sleeve deciding to blow open a bit.

"I knew we'd be great partners. We're alike once again. Well... perhaps I should teach you to actually clean yours."

Unwrapping them, Nagisa would see the similar form of self-harm across Karma's arms. His had a few bruises though from all the fights he got into. Certainly made hiding bandages a hell of a lot easier during physical education and such. Nagisa admittedly was in awe at how open Karma was being, along with how accepting he was. Like he was the only one that got him!

"Say, Nagisa."

"Mmh?"

"Next time you wanna do this, come over. I got some amazing ways and blades to do this sorta thing!"

Was it the right thing? No. Was it healthy? Fuck no. But in that moment, that's what Nagisa had needed to hear in order to cheer him up from his hellish life.

"O-okay!"

Once Nagisa finished wrapping up the bandages nice and tight, he'd stand up and look at himself in the mirror. Dried tears, a lip that was bleeding from being bitten too hard, and now two new sets of bandages wrapped up his legs. From his knee to his hips, for if he went at his arms, his knife swinging skills would dim. Not to mention how everyone would notice during physical education.

Mom's gonna have a field day with this...

Yet Nagisa couldn’t find himself to care in that moment. Instead, he just unlocked the door and opened it with an emtpy expression. Opposite the door sitting against the wall was Karma who had a set of disinfectant next to him along with some bandages and a DS. Seeing Nagisa, Karma would look up from his sat position before speaking.

"Yo, looks like I wont need to break in as emergancy aid."

Nagisa would just nod as he went to go sit down next to Karma. His head resting on the red headed devils shoulder, yet it didn’t bother either of them for it was normal behavior to them.

"You all switched up and good to go? Theres a Sonic Ninja rerun I have recorded."

"No... not in the slightest. Maybe in a bit."

Karma would just shrug as he rested his own head on Nagisa's, clearly content to just stay sat against the broken up wall with Nagisa.

"Sure. However long it takes."

The room was completely silent. Each student was doing their own sort of mental gymnastics to calm themselves before the storm that were the exam questions. As the D-Class teacher walked in, he sat at the desk and proclaimed for them to begin. Of course he wouldn’t do the class any favours, instead deciding to loudly tap his finger against the desk.

Would anyone truly care if he was gone?

All students at Kunugigaoka take the exams at the main campus. Which of course means it's an away game for the E-Class Students. Those of which were fighting for their lives against the monstrous questions prepared by the examination team. The questions were horrifying and all...

It's hard to put your all into it if you'll just get punished. 

Nagisa Shiota - Ranked 105th of 186

The arguing of Karasuma with the examination could be heard across the campus up the mountain. All students looking at their test results in utter dismay for how the scope of every subject was broadened in a truly unfair fashion just days before the exams begun. As Karasuma stopped, Koro-Sensei would slide open the door to the room and slither to the podium. Yet instead of facing his class, he stayed back turned and head held low. After a large gap of silence, Koro-Sensei would speak out.

"I take all responsibility. I seem to have underestimated the system at this school. I can’t bear to face you."

As the silence continued to stretch, Koro-Sensei would let out a screech as he just aboud avoided a knife being thrown towards his head. Seeing it fall to the floor, he would look to see the culpret walking towards him.

"You sure? If you can’t face us, you can’t see me coming to kill you~"

Koro-Sensei's face would turn bright red as that sudden shame seemed to be misplaced with anger... or more likely annoyance.

"Karma! I'm very depressed right now, and--"

Karma would interrupt his teacher though by dropping his exams onto his desk. All of them in the range of 98-100 with him scoring 2nd in the entire year. Truly a magnificent feat especially with how the exams had changed last minute. Nagisa couldn’t help but give a small smirk towards everyone seeing Karma's utter brilliance for the first time.

In everything he does... Karma excels. He just gets things that no one else can comprehend...

"Changing the questions didn’t matter to me."

"Whoa!"

"100 in math? No way!"

The students would marvel in awe as they had gathered around Karma's test papers, still in disbelief that such a thing was possible from someone in their own class no less.

"With my grades, you taught more than you had to. So I could handle the questions even if they'd changed their scope. Still, I won't be leaving. Assassination is way more fun than going back to my old class. So, what's the plan? You gonna use our not all making it into the too fifty as an excuse to turn tail and run?"

Continuing to press further, Karma would close the gap and hold a knife to Koro-Sensei's round head.

"You're just afriad of being killed, that's all."

"Oh, is that it? You were afriad!"

"You should have just told us!"

"Right? Like, 'I'm scared and want to run away!'"

As some of the students would continue to taunt and prod at their teacher, some could see he was clearly getting a bit ruffled by all of it. Almost like a child who wasn't allowed their turn on the computer.

"I am not running away!"

"Oh? Then what?"

Turning back from red to yellow, Koro-Sensei would set the new target that they were all to overcome.

"We'll get revenge on them twofold in the end-of-term exams!"

In response to him though, the entire class would laugh. Or at least most of them who didn’t try to hide themselves behind different facades.

Sure, E-Class ran smack into a wall with their midterms, but it seems that we're all quite proud to be in E-Class.

Chapter Text

"Hey, Nagisa. You figure out who all's in your group?"

A question that should have had a clear-cut answer went completely over Nagisa's head. His thoughts had been in every single place other than the upcoming Kyoto trip— it hadn't even crossed his mind a single time. So now he was left staring at Meg completely confused like she had grown a second head.

"My what?"

"It's mine and Isogai's job to keep track of who's with who, so let one of is know."

With his head still in the confines of the abyss, Kayano would take a step in with a flyer in her hands. She had to compliment Nagisa for his acting, truly! For even she had to do a double take on if he was just extra oblivious today— yet oblivious was a trait that never befell Nagisa, so that already provided Kayano enough of an answer.

"You seem to be confused. She's talking about next week's trip."

"OF ALL THE— Who in their right mind schedules a class trip this early in the year?! Unbelievable!"

As Koro-Sensei's figure slivered into frame however, the traditional Geisha look he was going for clearly showed an immense amount of excitement. 

"I cannot say I approve."

First midterms and now a school trip, yet Nagisa was struggling to take any of it in— that was until one of the staff of the building walked up to him.

"May I have a word, Nagisa?"

His gaze would get broken out of immediately, for he looked up to the much taller male figure now in front of him and Kayano curiously.

"Mr Karasuma?"

It was certainly unexpected being told to follow Karasuma to his office, yet Nagisa wasn't exactly going to argue to one of the only authority figures he's ever met that trusts him. Once they got inside, Karasuma would close the door behind them and pull a chair out for Nagisa.

"Take a seat, I won't keep your time for long."

Did I do something wrong while switched off...?

A bit skeptical and worried, Nagisa would sit down. He wasn't the type to do something wrong that needed private talking to, right? Right?! Gosh, the thought made Nagisa want to dig his nails into his knees.

"So, as you're aware, we're off to Kyoto next week."

Nagisa would stare at Karasuma blankly for a moment... Kyoto? 

Oh right!! I need to get my head back in it... can't just mope about exams and Hiromi forever if i want to kill Koro-Sensei.

"Yeh... what about it, Mr Karasuma?"

Upon his clarification, however delayed it may have been, Karasuma would hum to himself as if faintly noting his delayed response.

Strange... I thought Nagisa would be the type to be on top of this. Did the exam results put him out that much?

"Do I need to talk to your mother again so you can tag along? I'm sure no one exactly wants to leave you behind— especially with how gifted at assassination you've proved to be so far."

Huh...? He's... willing to do that more than a one off?

Nagisa wasn't going to play the fool in this, for he knew that Karasuma had an inkling on how batshit insane Hiromi was from two calls alone. What Nagisa didn't have in mind was all the extra red flags he himself gave off about his mother. Thinking about it for a moment, Nagisa would shake his head and speak.

"Last time it was something unofficial, that's why I needed the excuse. I think... since this is an official trip organised by the school, she won't have a problem w-with it."

It all made sense so Karasuma would just give a nod of approval before going and sitting down at his laptop.

"Don't worry, that's all I wanted to ask. I'll be giving more details about what I want you and the class to accomplish during our trip during Phys Ed. You can leave if you want."

Not that Nagisa hated Karasuma's company, but it was nearly time for lunch— so he nodded and left his teacher to his own thoughts. 

The school bell chimed as classes were over for today. Karasuma had let everyone know that there would be several snipers on every route in Kyoto ready to lock onto Koro-Sensei while his attention is grabbed by the students. Most of the students didn't seem that bothered, yet it was clearly putting a blue haired student off. Currently Nagisa stood between Kayano and Sugino who were talking about the trip and the different groups— yet Nagisa was staying out of it, he'd practically used his stealth to fade into the background. That was until he felt someone's shoe lightly kick his back.

"C'mon Nagisa, you know you're more than some background character, right?"

Karma had been the one to lightly kick Nagisa to get his attention. It also had got the attention of the other two students next to him. 

"Karma, do you wanna be with us?"

Before either of the other two could object, even if none of them were going to, Karma would smirk and practically force his way into the group of previously three.

"Count me in. While I'm here, care to tell us what's got your panties in a twist?~"

In his own joking way... Karma always knows when somethings bothering me. And vice versa...

There was a moment where Nagisa wasn't sure if he should he honest in front of the other two or not. Yet... with them being two of the four students he was closest with, he could find it in himself - in that moment at least - to be honest.

"I'm kind of bummed about the snipers... like... They weren't the ones Koro-Sensei asked to assassinate him."

Three different reactions came across the group. There was Karma who simply replied with an 'oho'. There was Sugino who seemed a little confused and not on board. And finally, there was Kayano who thought she understood for the wrong reasons.

"Oh! You're upset they may take some of the reward money, right?"

She'd suggest, trying to piece together that puzzle in her head— for Nagisa was an enigma that she was constantly trying to work out. While Karma would just shake his head knowing it's the wrong answer, Nagisa actually went to correct her.

"I'm not really bothered about that... but it's more so pride in my actual talents. I want to be the one to assassinate my target, no one else."

Shockingly, Kayano didn't really seem to judge. Yet Sugino would have a small bit of sweat drop down his forehead as he looked between Nagisa and Karma.

"Uh... you two are gonna behave yourselves, right? No funny business? No gettin' into fights and all that stuff?"

Good luck getting Karma to agree to that.

Sugino made sure to look at Karma especially for that last one. Nagisa in his eyes just wasn't the type to go round offending people and starting altercations. Karma would reply as nonchalant as ever.

"Yeah. Sure. Don't worry, dude. When I stir up trouble out of town, let's just say... I know how to keep witnesses from reporting it."

The red headed devil of the class was back in peak fashion. Even showing a blackmail photo he had of him and some guy all beaten up. This obviously didn't quell Sugino's nerves much at all.

"Oh, great! And now he's part of our group. Way to go!"

This time, it was aimed at Nagisa who was just looking away and feigning ignorance at the possibility of anything like that happening in the slightest.

"Eh. What can I say?"

"YOU CAN SAY SORRY!!"

Cutting their light banter short, Karma would come back in to set the group on track.

"So... Who else? There's me, you, Sugino, Kayano, should be two more."

Without even asking, Kayano would grab Okuda, hereby coronating her as a member of the group.

"Yep. Got it covered! Okuda's in!"

"You could at least ask her first..."

Sugino at this point seemed practically dejected with everyone around him. Was he the only sane one here for goodness sake?!

"Still one shy... you think our number six should be a girl, too?"

And all those negative feelings Sugino was feeling about his group completely vanished as he was given the opportunity to pick their sixth member. He would have hugged Karma for offering a third girl as an idea if he didn't care for his health and safety.

"Heh-heh! No sweat. I foresaw this and took the liberty of enlisting someone very special. Ladies and gentlemen, class idol, Kanzaki!"

"Ohhh! I'm totally for it!"

Kayano would agree with a nod. Similar to Kayano dragging in Okuda, it seemed Sugino wasnt much better. The good part was that neither Okuda or Kanzaki seemed to mind. Just at her mere presence however, both Sugino AND Nagisa were blushing... it was certainly gonna be added to Karma's bank of material to tease Nagisa with.

Nice girl, Kanzaki. Doesn't exactly stand out in a crowd, but everyone in E Class is nuts about her. Overall, good addition to the group.

Kanzaki would bow her head before turning her attention to Nagisa. For someone so good at hiding his emotion, he was noticeably more shy and flustered than normal.

"Thank you for letting me join! I'm flattered."

"U-uh, yeah..."

Seeing the group now form together, they'd start to discuss where to go— only for the wooden door to slide open with Koro-Sensei slithering inside. Countless books rammed to the brim with pages filled his tentacles as he delivered one to each student at mach 20.

"One for each of you! They're field trip guidebooks!"

Upon taking a hold of them, a majority of the class would struggle with their initial weight.

"What the hell?!"

"They're more like dictionaries!"

Flipping through his own, Koro-Sensei would start to give the brief on his reasoning for it all. All the while he was blushing as if he was nervous about showing off what he'd personally made.

"Just a little something I threw together last night! Included are: illustrations of every major tourist attraction, the top 100 local souvenirs and where to find them, travel self-defense techniques from basic to advanced, oh, and best of all: the first edition comes with a model of Kinjakuji!"

Showing off his creation with eager excitement, it was certainly a way to set the tone for the trip to come. 

Koro-Sensei certainly is excited about this trip. If the way he's been around us is any indication, then this is going to be an education trip to sharpen our blades... I'm actually kinda stoked!

It was the day of the trip. The entire school, let alone just E Class, was gathered at the train station currently onboard. Classes A through D all had the privilege of riding first class while E Class was stuck in coach. Currently each group for the Kyoto trip were sat on different segments of the train discussing different routes and avenues to explore. With this, it gave some needed downtime before their plates would be constantly full the next few days. Sensing this opportunity, Karma would turn his attention to Nagisa and whispered.

"So... you're still in one piece— how did Hiromi take the exam results?"

Just the name alone made Nagisa tense up. He wasn't so delusional to think she was here and present from her name alone. Yet it was certainly enough to make his hairs stand on end, no longer relaxed as he was. Thankfully, he wasn't exactly panicked either due to how laid back he had been today.

"Well... all things considered... I-I got lucky."

Nagisa sat at the end of the dinner table with Hiromi on the other side. There was an envelope under her hand that had been opened. It was clearly the exam results. Nagisa was stressed. In fact, he was mortified of what she may say or do. He was biting his lip so hard in anticipation and anxiety that blood was dribbling down it.

"Dear... don't do that, it's unladylike to have blood running down your body."

"Sorry mom..."

Hiromi's voice was eerily calm... that told Nagisa a lot. Hiromi's anger was like a bell curve. If she was only slightly annoyed she would be quiet and calm. If she was angry she'd get loud and physical. If she was pissed beyond belief... she got back to quiet and calm. Cutting Nagisa from his thoughts, Hiromi had actually used a cloth to wipe the dribbles of blood leaving his mouth.

"Seems that study session with your class paid off... what did you get last time? 160 something?"

But it's not good enough for her. Nothing ever is.

"Yet I specifically needed you, my only daughter, to buck her ideas up and place top 50 so we can discuss you leaving that awful, awful class."

"Sorry mom..."

Hiromi stood up and walked over to Nagisa who sat completely still, not even shifting an atom in case it rubbed Hiromi the wrong way. Once she got to him, she would rest a hand on his cheek and make him face her.

"A woman of the Shiota name should have no trouble whatsoever hitting the top 50..."

"Sorry mom..."

Her nails dug just slightly into his cheek, her face getting more agitated before she kissed Nagisa on the forehead.

"I'll trust however that this is a sign of things to come. You've improved a lot, so if you achieve the top 50 on your next exams, I'll be generous enough to forget about your little hiccup here."

At this, Nagisa was confused. Hiromi wasn't the type of person to extend olive branches. That was something she never did. It was always her way the first time or no way. So what was happening.

"Thank you m-mom for your generosity."

Nagisa's voice showed no emotion like it always did around Hiromi. Yet it never bothered her. For her next play through on life it didn't matter if Nagisa was stoic to her because it showed her the proper respect. Hiromi would walk to the sink and fill a glass of water before handing it to Nagisa.

"For your lip."

She'd start to walk past Nagisa and towards the hallway as she left him with something to ponder while he drank.

"By the way, I'm taking us to do a jail visit with your father if you fail."

SMASH!! 

The glass shattered all over the floor along with the water spreading out that was inside of it.

"And please clean that up will you, Nagisa?"

"Ouch... are you sure you're okay now?"

Karma would reply upon being told further in depth what Hiromi had said. Nagisa's father was always the one place he didn't really tell Karma much about. He knew the basic information, but nothing in depth or severe... Because Karma would never make Nagisa suffer a panic attack from talking about him.

"You should know by now... I'm only okay when I'm with you, Karma."

Nagisa would beam... a smile full of lies. Yet that statement in itself was nothing less than the truth. Karma knew that for a fact for he felt exactly the same way. Cutting the two from their private conversation, Sugino approached the group about playing cards to pass the time. While Nagisa didn't really know much about it, anything was better than thinking about him.

Listening to the other students - and Koro-Sensei now that he'd gotten onto the train - socialise and show off random tidbits of knowledge, such as Sugaya making a brand new nose for Koro-Sensei, Kayano would take note and speak to the group.

"Isn't it awesome how when you travel together you see a whole other side to people?"

Cheery eyed as he normally was, which admittedly wasn't huge but still enough to be a better mood than the other week, Nagisa would nod and agree.

"Mm-hm! I don't know what we'll learn about each other on this trip but I'm ready to be surprised."

While there was always the ulterior motive of wanting to know the other's strengths and weaknesses, there was a part of Nagisa that was genuinely excited and curious to learn more about the class. What made them tick? What were some of their pastimes? Their skills? Their hobbies?  He prided himself on knowledge and information after all. Pausing their game of cards - and Sugino's not so subtle stares - Kanzaki would speak up as she placed down her cards.

"Hey, guys, I'm gonna make a run to the main car and get us some drinks. Anybody else feeling parched?"

Raising her hand, Okuda would volunteer to join in along with Kayano— practically making a small girls trip to go get some drinks along the main side of the train. Going through the automatic door, Kanzaki would bump into a larger figure immediately embarrassing the group and causing them to look down.

"Sorry. Excuse us."

Unknown to them, Kanzaki's itinerary would come loose after bumping into the figure and be subtly snatched up. An unfortunate loss but nothing major. Yet that set of a chain reaction which would lead to the Kyoto trip divulging into pure chaos and disaster.

Once the entire school arrived in Kyoto, the discrepancy between both halves of the school was put on full display again. While classes A through D were greeted with a luxury hotel that had the highest of standards, E class were left with your basic run of the mill, cheapskate hotel. Everyone was inside currently paying attention to their deflated octopus target who looked green around the gills which a certain assassin was immediately noting down.

Koro Sensei's Weak Point #9: Prone to motion sickness. 

Perhaps there would be a way to assassinate him on something that moves?

Taking a page from Nagisa's books at the start of the year, several students were attempting to stab at him in this weakened state. Yet none of them were successful in landing a blow on the target.

"You'll probably feel better if you lay down in our room for a while."

"Perhaps later... I need to pop back over to Tokyo for a moment first... Koro-Sensei forgot his favorite pillow."

Yet he apparently didn't have room to fit it in the monstrously sized green bag that weighed more than five students combines!

Koro Sensei's Weak Point #10: He cannot sleep without his favorite pillow. 

If I completely ruined his pillow, would he turn up to class more groggy and prone to mistakes than usual?

Meanwhile, Kanzaki and Kayano were searching hard through the bag for Kanzaki's itinerary but to no avail. No matter how much she searched, she couldn't find it. If only they could have predicted how Kanzaki's itinerary was being used against them as of this very moment.

It was their first actual day looking round Kyoto. Sure, they arrived the day before yet they didn't actually go out sightseeing and planning their assassination. Thankfully, Kanzaki practically had her itinerary memorised since she was the one who wrote it— so they were currently scouting out the area.

"Nice spot. For assassination, I mean. Don't you think, Nagisa?"

"If the snipers can see it, sure."

The word snipers clearly left an irritated feeling in his mouth, yet if he was to properly use all the tools available to him— he may as well suck it up and make the best use that he can with what he's got. What building was used didn't matter as long as it could be used well.

"What a bizarre field trip, right?"

"Maybe. But you gotta admit it's fun!"

The fact I could kill Koro-Sensei in one of the meccas of professional killing around the world... it's awesome! I could join that league by the end of this trip.

As they stood on the side of a bridge, Sugino would cut into the chatting about possible assassination ideas.

"Not to be that guy, but I gotta tell ya: I was sorta hoping we could put the whole assassination thing on hold while we were here. We're in Kyoto, people! What do any of these sites have to do with assassination?"

Nagisa being the nerd that he was for assassination was immediately the one to point out the fault in Sugino's statement as they continued to walk.

"You'd be surprised. Theres the inn where Sakamoto was cut down by assassins in 1867. Just a little further down is Honnoji Temple. Though it's moved a few times since they built it. Since Oda's death counts as an assassination it only adds to the countless assassinations that have taken place within these city blocks."

"... Are you a historian Nagisa?"

Making the group giggle to themselves at Nagisa's passion, they'd continue on the trip as Nagisa couldn't help but geek out a little more in his head.

Throughout history, tons of targets have been neutralised here, targets whose lives the world still feels the repercussions of. As far as that goes, Koro-Sensei is definitely in good company.

"Next up is Yasaka Shrine!"

"Mind if we take a break first?"

After their break, Kanzaki would lead the group down a darkened alleyway which seemed to have no presence in it at all. Seeing all this, Kayano would be the one to speak up as they walked.

"Talk about off the beaten path. Gion is a ghost town this far in."

Yet there was clear awe and marvel on Kayano and some of the others faces while they continued to walk around.

"Yeah. Places like this put a cap on the number of visitors they allow so you don't catch many people just wandering around. Secluded, lots of good hiding places. That's why I made sure to put it on the itinerary. It's ideal for assassination."

"Good job Kanzaki! You really do your homework! I vote this is where we do the deed!"

Kayano would praise as they continued to walk, it even had Nagisa admiring all the places everyone could hide and ambush Koro-Sensei... not even just the snipers. It seemed there were others already taking use of the hiding spaces as three male high schoolers appeared from in front and eight appeared behind the group.

"Ideal is right. It's also a great spot for kidnappers to ply their trade."

The punks from the other school would simply laugh as they stood in the way of any escape path. Immediately everyone was on extremely high alert. A few of the high schoolers even had weapons such as baseball bats. Now some of E-Class were ready to fight their way out if needed... that being Karma and Nagisa. Yet to their knowledge...

Everyone else is probably just dead weight in a fight... this isn't ideal at all. It's hard enough to fight while surrounded and outnumbered, but while defending classmates as well...

Being the arrogant smartass as always, Karma would speak up to the group clearly not intimidated at all.

"I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but, something tells me you gentlemen aren't tourists."

"Don't try to be a hero, carrot top. Hand over your lady friends and wa—"

Without any warning however, Karma would dash forwards, grab their face and slam him backwards into the ground. Judging by the smile on Karma's face...

He's enjoying this.

"Y'see that? What did I tell you? To hell with 'em. Without any witnesses, it's basically a free-for-all, so go nuts!"

"Karma!"

Nagisa would interrupt and point in front of Karma, helping his partner with the incoming attack from another thug with a switchblade of sorts. It kept Karma on alert, but Nagisa would be the one to grab a nearby cloth and throw it at the assailant— temporarily stunning him as Karma used his brawn to send him rolling back along the concrete with a shove. As hell started to break use, Nagisa would quickly dive unnoticed to the second punk and secretly grab his switchblade before pocketing it.

Would rather they didn't have extra weapons.

"Strong words for a guy kissin' the sidewalk."

Karma would taunt the punk on the floor, yet voices behind them from Kayano and Kanzaki immediately took their attention.

"Let go of me!"

"No! Stop!"

Even though it only took Karma's attention for a moment, it was enough for the tides to immediately change. Another punk would get behind Karma and slam him face first into the floor causing him to grunt in pain. Immediately, several of the punks would surround Karma and start aggressively beating and kicking him while he was down causing Nagisa's sense or urgency and dread to skyrocket.

"Leave him alone!"

Karma can defend himself... but not while he's down on the floor and surrounded... but then theres Kayano and Kanzaki too who need helping!

Nagisa would rush towards Karma as Sugino who had tried to help the girls was kneed in the stomach and sent flying into Nagisa, causing both to collapse on the floor. While Nagisa tried to get back up as soon as possible, the girls were already being taken to the van. Nagisa was only able to rise back up to his knees by the time him and Sugino were surrounded.

"Bring the car round! Yeah, that's right. Don't mess with us, dweebs."

Karma was now unconscious on the ground so the entire group had them surrounded. Not deterring, Nagisa would immediately charge and try to do what's possible... yet he was just beaten senseless along with Sugino until they were passed out, bloodied and battered.

As the group started to walk away, Okuda stood in a crevice completely hyperventilating. Her classmates had just been beaten and abducted while she only had the courage to hide. She found tears streaming down her face as she covered her lips to make sure she wasn't heard.

"God... I-I'm worse than u-useless..."

She'd whimper in the mist of her panic attack, yet she heard movement. Did they hear her?! Turning to face the noise... it was Nagisa! His torso stretched upwards almost unnaturally as he slowly rose up from the ground. Yet something felt off, he felt different... it wasn't until he spoke that Okuda even realised he had seen her and been looking.

"Are you okay, Okuda?"

Something was wrong with his voice. Normally there was a natural feminine-like highness to his voice... this one felt completely flat and void of anything cheery. Though perhaps it made sense... Kayano and Kanzaki had just been kidnapped after all.

"uh... Y-yeh I'm fine... but you're all b-battered! We should find K-Kor—"

Nagisa would start to approach Okuda which caused her to pause. There was something about Nagisa that felt terrifying. It wasn't even directed at her, yet she had felt this feeling before. It was like how she and the class felt when Koro-Sensei got pissed at Terasaka's assassination attempt! It was his sheer levels of bloodlust radiating off of him that made Okuda feel panicked. 

There were a few deep purple bruises forming on Nagisa's face along with a slightly busted lip, but the main thing was his eyes. They looked dead. Dead even though the clear emotion he was displaying is raw bloodlust. When he got in front of Okuda, he would hold one of her hands.

"I'm glad you're safe. Tell Karma and Sugino that I'll meet them back at the motel with Kayano and Kanzaki."

It took Okuda a moment to properly register what Nagisa said as he turned away and started walking up where the rival high schoolers had gone just thirty seconds ago. She wanted to tell Nagisa how stupid of an idea but in that moment, the worry of if she refused filled her too much.

"R-right... umm, come b-back please!"

While Nagisa had clearly heard Okuda, he offered her no response as he walked out of view. Thankfully just after the turn, it seemed the punks were still loading the rest of their school into the car. Not wanting to get jumped in the street again, Nagisa would wait until the car started to drive. Now he just needed to follow his targets all the way and take them out privately.

"KARMA! SUGINO!"

Okuda's voice would ring through the area as Sugino and Karma slowly awoke and started to get up. Pain filled both the boys as they clutched some of the bruises on their body... Phys Ed was going to be miserable for the next few days that was for sure.

"Oh thank goodness! Are you two okay? I'm sorry, I would h-have helped but I was so scared I hid..."

"Don't sweat it. You did the right thing."

Karma would say as he fully sat up. Rubbing some of the excess blood off his face, he'd look around to try and gather his bearings before noticing something incredibly wrong.

"Okuda, where's Nagisa?"

A question that would get Sugino to immediately rise to his feet and look around as well. Unlike Karma though, Sugino didn't feel uneasy about it. Instead, he simply curious to where their classmate had vanished off to. 

"Uh, I wanted to t-talk about that... just seconds after those guys left, he woke up and told me he w-was going after them."

Karma would shoot up and rush over to Okuda. He didn't grab her or anything but got extremely close and personal. This alone told Okuda that Karma knew something she didn't.

"How long have we been out for, Okuda?!"

This was new... the only time Karma even got close to this emotional was when he had beat the hell out of Terasaka. Yet this was different, this felt closer to panic than actual anger.

"A-about three minutes since Nagisa left..."

Immediately Karma cussed and ruffled his hair in anger before starting to rush off in that direction. Yet when Sugino ran to catch up with him, Karma would turn and shove him on his ass.

"You're not coming. Do whatever but don't follow me."

If this ends up being anything like last year, there can’t be any other witnesses.

"Like hell I'm not! Nagisa's my friend dammit!" 

Sugino would try to stand up only for Karma to push him even harsher just as Sugino was about to stand. This one knocked the wind out of him as Karma stood over him like a giant in a similar fashion to how the high school kids stood over them previously.

"I swear to you, Sugino. If you try to follow me or even stand up while I'm here again I will personally make sure you don't have arms to play baseball with again."

Clearly stunned, Sugino would take a moment to ponder his options... leave Nagisa and the other two to just Karma... or help his friend. The option seemed clear so he slowly began to stand.

"Guess you'll have to take off my arms then because I'm goi—"

"GUYS!!"

Okuda would get between them with a panicked and frustrated look on her face. For a moment, this made both boys stop... yet it stopped Sugino for longer as Karma started to rush off.

"Make him stay here."

Not waiting to see if she did or not, Karma would rush round the corner not caring on if he was short on breath or making any of his wounds worse. What mattered right now was stopping a catastrophe from happening. With Okuda and Sugino, the baseball player would get his flip phone out.

"Thank god it's not broken..."

Currently traversing Kyoto with the first group, Koro-Sensei wasn't expecting any calls. So it was especially strange when his flip phone started to ring. Telling the other students to hold on a moment, he'd answer the phone.

"Sugino, my boy. Whatever is the matter?"

The other students around him couldn't hear what was being said on the other end, but the fact that Koro-sensei wasnt cracking any jokes and the fact that the voice they did hear was relatively panicked... it showed that it was quite bad.

"My, that's quite bad. Where's your group currently? ... uh huh..."

Then with one more pause, Koro-Sensei's voice suddenly dropped to that much more serious level as panic levels started to rise.

"Sugino, where's Nagisa?"

A question that certainly had the students muttering... what was the issue, why was Nagisa missing? Koro-Sensei knew that Nagisa was a wild card. He'd gotten inklings and senses of the boys bloodlust over the last few weeks. There was no doubt in Koro-Sensei's mind that Nagisa already had some previous experience in the assassination field... so not knowing where he was or what he was doing after an abduction, especially with that heroic selfless behaviour of his... it was a terrifying combo. 

"Oh dear, I'll be there in a minute." 

Immediately understanding the severity of the situation and not doubting the fact Nagisa could do that for even a second, Koro-sensei hung up the phone and turned to his group.

"Apologies students! However two of your classmates have been abducted."

Not providing anymore context, he'd immediately blast off and try to cover the distance of Kyoto. While he usually was quite laid back, there was a worry on his mind.

I hope Nagisa doesn't do anything to the high schoolers that he'll regret...

Chapter Text

Inside a nearby warehouse, the white car had pulled up and loaded everyone inside including Kanzaki and Kayano who were tied up. The group of eleven or so stayed surrounding them as Kanzaki was talking to Kayano about her story, worried that this would be the end of any future she may have.

"It's so stupid. Where did I expect to end up, right? It's E Class for me. But now, I don't even know where I belong anymore."

The head honcho of the group would crouch down in front of them with a shit eating grin and a sleazy looking smirk plastered onto his face. Yet unknown to everyone there, a pair of dark blue eyes would already be watching them from the door, his presence completely masked.

"Sounds to me like you'd be right at home with us. Grades and all that pointless bullshit don't mean jack here. We eat elitist scum for breakfast. Nothin' sweeter 'n knockin' stuffed shirts down a peg or two. The only thing that matters is having a little fun, right?"

As the group started to laugh, Kayano's gaze would wonder... and she saw Nagisa in the slightly opened door waiting... or at the very least, what she assumed to be Nagisa. She had been able to read him better than anyone else besides Karma due to her years as an actress along with having a malicious secret of her own. There was something else to Nagisa and she was dying to see it, dying to see what that enigma was that made him nearly impossible to read. It's not like she's in any actual danger here anyways— if it truly comes to that point, she'll simply just have to knock Kanzaki out and kill everyone with her tentacles.

So... let's see what reaction this brings.

"You're a jerk." 

The smile on the punks faces vanished immediately as Kayano venomously spat that out, clearly trying to get under their skin. It seemed to work nearly immediately as she was grabbed by the collar harshly and lifted into the air.

"I see how it is! Little Miss Perfect thinks she's better than me! This is exactly what I'm talkin' about, you uppity bitch!"

Kanzaki was too stunned to speak as he threw Kayano onto the sofa— she made sure to play up her pain a bit by coughing and gagging harder than she needed to... and it was working in full effect. The door clicked open and shut as everyone's attention went to the short assassin standing in front of it. His blue fringe covered his eyes before he glared up to the group. Kayano and Kanzaki could FEEL Nagisa's bloodlust from across the warehouse, and so did everyone else in the building— momentarily feeling scared until they realised...

"Ha, it's the scrawny kid from earlier. Tryin' ta play hero or some shit?"

The others would start to laugh while Kanzaki shivered... she'd never seen Nagisa look so cold before. If looks could kill, she wasn't sure if there would be anyone left alive in Kyoto right now! Similar to Okuda... it was actually scaring her. Yet with him being the only person untied that was actually on her side, there was no option to rely on him. Even if she was unsure on what he could do besides buy time.

Meanwhile, Kayano felt strangely certain of Nagisa's abilities. Having studied him nearly as much as Koro-sensei himself, there were a lot of tells Kayano had gathered that made her think Nagisa was more than he seemed.

Nagisa is strange... he acts all timid, nerdy and quiet.  That's his first layer. The second layer is that he's eager to learn, wanting to please and seemingly just make himself useful. The third layer is an extreme passion for assassination and the art as a whole. This seems like something even deeper— it feels like just raw bloodlust at its finest. 

Nagisa's fists would tighten just slightly as he looked up to see Kayano and Kanzaki near the back of the warehouse behind what looked to be eleven different thugs. He would take a single step forwards as if the entire size and number difference didn't deter him at all before speaking in that same cold and expressionless voice he used with Okuda.

"Give Kayano and Kanzaki back. I'd really rather not clean up your blood from the floors."

There was a moment of silence that overtook the warehouse before laughter erupted from all the eleven high schoolers.

"PFF HAHAHAA!!! You're fucking hilarious! You'd rather 'not clean up my blood from the floors'?! Get over yourself."

"How about WE cut your face open and see whose blood will be everywhere?"

Yet the two in the back took it as a promise. In that moment, despite his size and all— neither of them doubted that he could and that's what scared them. Such bloodlust levels were dwarfing even Koro-Sensei's already quite ridiculous levels. Nagisa would turn towards the two girls before speaking directly to them, ignoring the group in front of him.

"Kayano, Kanzaki. Close your eyes. No matter what you hear or what happens, do not open them until I say. Understand?"

Nagisa never spoke in a commanding tone like that, Nagisa never directly demanded things from other people. Added to the sheer level of terror that was accompanying him, it was almost like if they didn't do so— they wouldn't have eyes to close by the end of this. So with reluctant nods, both girls would close their eyes as one of the thugs walked over to Nagisa clearly not threatened. 

"Right you prestigious fucking runt, I think we need to talk about the sorta shit we're about to do to ya."

Once he got right next to Nagisa, he put a fingernail to Nagisa's forehead and dragged it down while Nagisa didn't seem to react in the slightest.

"We're gonna scar your face until you're so unrecognisable you'll make US look good by comparison. Then we—"

SLASH

Immediately a groan of pain filled the room as Nagisa then kicked his torso and made him land on his back. Now on view was the drawn switchblade in Nagisa's hand along with a slash down the front of the high schoolers face. Not to the lethal amount, but to where a scar would definitely be left. 

"Ten left."

All of the boys were shocked for a brief moment at what just happened while they looked at Nagisa. For a moment, they thought they saw the Grim Reaper himself as their heart thumped unnaturally in their chests. But this was just a boy!! If they jumped him all at once, there was no way for him to do anything about it even with a weapon.

"GET HIM!!"

As the group rushed towards him with different weapons - some carried shattered glass bottles, some had bats and others had switchblades - Nagisa would study the situation in front of him before he would gracefully sidestep a swing from one thug. In retaliation while the thugs arm was still to the side, Nagisa would swiftly swipe at the side of his wrist with the blade causing blood to gush out and make him drop to his knees while he attempted to stop the bleeding.  

Dogging every hit was obviously impossible, yet Nagisa wasn't getting touched at all. With the agility of a dancer, he'd dodge and back up before steadily damaging the group. He'd shatter one of their teeth with the blunt end of the blade. Another he'd crouch down and slash at the backs of their ankles with the switchblade. As Nagisa backed into the wall, the group got confident as they started to approach. Instead of beating him— Nagisa would instead run towards one of them. While he was much smaller than the punk and weighed probably only half of him... all he saw was death itself running towards him. That moment where he froze was enough for Nagisa to rush past and slash the side of his stomach as he did so.

All Kayano and Kanzaki could hear was the groans of pure agony and constantly slashes of skin accompanied by the sound of blood spilling to the floor. The smell that was gathering was truly awful— yet Nagisa had told them not to open their eyes and probably for good reason. They heard a particular agonising scream as they could hear several small objects fall to the floor accompanied by a glass bottle smashing. 

"If you were only going to use those fingers to touch girls, did you really need them?"

With half of the group of high schoolers on the floor clutching their wounds in agony, wanting no more of what Nagisa was dishing out... It was dawning upon the group now...

"He's fucking insane!!"

He'll kill us if we keep going, he doesn't care.

With half the group down, something needed to change. So the ringleader, Ryuki, would start to back up as his squad continued to fruitlessly fight against Nagisa. Being charged by one, the moment he tried to hit Nagisa with his bat, the python in disguise would slither around the foot taller high schooler smoothly and climb up till his blade was held against the punks neck.

"I'll kill him if you move a single step."

Nagisa proclaimed as every single person froze where they stood. They were all rough and tough but they didn't want one of their guys to die!! Plus the look Nagisa gave them all— he was serious. Punishments by law be damned. His blade was already pressing into the thugs neck who had small dribbles of blood going down his neck. In fact, he was whimpering and starting to tear up.

"P-please... don't kill me..."

There was no response from Nagisa... he instead moved the knife away and the moment he did the punk turned around to try and hit him. Nagisa would jump back and duck before shoving his blade upwards and having it go through his closed fist before Nagisa twisted the blade and yanked it out in a swift motion— the high schooler curling up on the floor to try and stop the bleeding however he could. 

The two who had paused before were now shivering and slowly backing up. Seven of their gang were on the floor writhing in pain and bleeding with varying injuries of severe levels. 

"No g-girl is worth this, let's bail man!"

But as both tried to run away, they'd find that Nagisa was faster. Much faster. It felt unnatural. Nagisa would ram into one at full strength, which while little, would manage to knock one onto their face since they were panicked and running in the direction he was pushed. Mercilessly stepping over him as Nagisa caught up to the other one, Nagisa would cut off the other and push him to the wall with a knife at his throat. The other male would put his hands up in defence as nothing short of fear was shown on his face. He'd even start sniffling like a bitch as Nagisa very lightly pressed the blade to the top of his throat. Surely Nagisa wasn't going to kill him... right? Thankfully, Nagisa gave him mercy and pulled the knife away.

"GRRAHHHH!!"

The boy would yell in pain as Nagisa thrusted the blade into his lower abdomen and left it there. The high schooler slid down the wall and sat on the floor clutching where he'd been stabbed, about to pull out the blade when—

"You'll die if you pull it out. If you leave it in, maybe a doctor will find you quick enough to patch you up."

Nagisa would walk over to the one he stepped on and pushed over... then he'd look down at him for a moment before kicking him in the back of the head and knocking him out for the punk was trying to act unconscious to avoid further injury. Nagisa then took the unconscious high schoolers switchblade and hummed.

"I only took down ten, where's—"

"STOP!!"

Ryuki, the gang leader, got Nagisa's attention. He was by Kayano and Kanzaki with a shattered bottle of alcohol pointed at Kanzaki's head. Clearly Ryuki was beyond panicked and afraid... yet he was the only one left. 

"If you c-come any closer, I swear I'll kill them!!"

Due to how close the girls were, the threat immediately rose some alarm bells. Especially in Kanzaki though who didn't have any way to defend herself should it get extremely bad. While her eyes were still closed she started to sniffle and tear up. 

"Let them g—"

"ON YOUR HANDS AND KNEES!! I swear I'll fucking gut them otherwise!!"

A silence passed between the room as Nagisa had a stare down with Ryuki, neither of which moving as the tension of the room got to an uncomfortable level. A lot of the groaning from the grunts on the floor had stopped due to them passing out, yet small amounts remained.

"WELL?!"

Ryuki would press the bottle closer to Kanzaki's head, one of the sharp edges now pressing against her cheek as a little droplet of blood leaked out. She - and Kayano - felt awful... Nagisa was going to get beaten senseless due to his selfless nature and the situation this rat of a high schooler had placed them all into—

"Do it."

"... h-huh?"

"N-nagisa?"

Both Ryuki and Kanzaki were confused... yet Kanzaki was scared completely due to her life literally being in the ringleaders hands right now. Even Kayano tensed up extremely uncomfortably due to the smoothness of his voice as he said that. It was like he actually wasn't bothered. Part of her wondered if she even heard it right.

"Did y-you even hear what I said?! I said I—"

"Yeh. You said you'll kill her. Go ahead. Hell, go for Kayano while you're there."

Feeling extremely betrayed, Kanzaki would start to leak tears from her closed eyes and started to uncontrollably shake in her binds. Before she could speak, Nagisa would continue as he started to step towards them.

"Just know, the moment you do— I wont stop here. I will personally make sure all of your lackeys and ESPECIALLY you suffer a slow, gruesome and terribly painful death."

Completely stunning Ryuki, Nagisa would continue to walk closer. Every step that Nagisa took, Ryuki could feel his heart rate increasing at a rapid speed. Each thump replaced Nagisa's face with a bleak looking skull in Ryuki's vision as if the symbolism for death was approaching him. The reaper would be there in moments if he followed through on his threat. Shaking like never before, Ryuki would freeze for too long and lose the will to do anything in the face of an assassin. 

With no fight in him, it took Nagisa nearly no effort to grab Ryuki and press him harshly against the wall via his collar on his uniform. 

"Good decision."

Yet as Nagisa looked at the last thug who had lost the will to fight back or hold onto Kanzaki and Kayano any longer, Nagisa was finding it increasingly difficult not to bring him right to deaths door for what he did. Both to the two he kidnapped but also to how he beat up Nagisa, Karma and Sugino earlier. Pressing the blade right between Ryuki's eyes against the skin, Nagisa's emotion would start to spike from the cool and calm bloodlust earlier to something steadily more erratic. Just as he was about to press that blade between his eyes...

SLAM!!

"Karma wait!"

"Nagisa— holy shit!!"

Karma was sprinting as fast as humanly possible. Having asked a few random passerby's he knew he was at least on Nagisa's trail. Yet he didn't have an exact estimate. It'd been five minutes since he left Sugino and Okuda with no luck.

"FUCK! Where is he...? If he kills all of them he'll go to jail... and if he goes to jail then I'll—"

With a sudden sonic boom, Koro-Sensei would appear in front of Karma and provided him a small towel to rub any sweat he may of had going down his face. Shocked to see his teacher, Karma would speak up.

"Koro-sensei...? Wait— I don't have time! I need to—"

"Find Nagisa?"

As if wondering how Koro-Sensei knew his thoughts, Koro-Sensei opened his Kyoto trip manual and turned at least 1000 different pages before pointing at a map. In the map was a bunch of circles around different sites that kidnappers may stay. 

"Sugino filled me in on the quick details. Kayano and Kanzaki were taken by high schoolers, yes? Then that narrows it down immensely. I've quickly scanned all of them and found a similar looking car to the one Sugino described outside of one, it's just up this hill and then..."

Seeing Karma already rush in the direction that he was talking about, Koro-Sensei decided a further explanation wasn't needed and instead just followed Karma. Having arrived at the warehouse 30 seconds later, Karma and Koro-Sensei stared at the entrance as they debated their options... yet Koro-Sensei's strong nose smelt blood, and a lot of it.

"Karma, before we go inside I should warn you— Karma wait!!"

But it was too late, Karma wasnt one for patience and had kicked the door open and recoiled a bit. 

“Nagisa— Holy shit!!”

There was blood splattered all over the walls and floors... not to mention the bodies of high schoolers in clear pain and—

"Did you cut his fingers off?!"

Immediately upon hearing their voice, Nagisa put the blade away from Ryuki's face and looked towards the door where two figures stood. Karma was stood closer and was visibly out of breath. It was clear he had dashed here at full speed. Next to him was Koro-sensei. As the two looked at the scene in front of them, they'd see Nagisa near the back with the switchblade in hand. Across his face and clothes were several areas where blood was splattered across them showing that he was undoubtedly guilty. Paired with this, there was a few dark welts on his face from the busies formed by the beating earlier. Upon seeing his teacher, Nagisa would immediately smack Ryuki in the temple with the blunt side of the blade knocking him out. Nagisa would then turn to Kanzaki and Kayano before grabbing one of their arms.

"Keep your eyes shut st—"

"Get off of me!!"

Kanzaki would yank her arm back and was noticeably shivering. While Kayano understood where she came from, having Nagisa literally played with her life moments ago, she did think Kanzaki was overreacting a little bit for he had actually saved them. Even more so, Koro-Sensei and Karma were completely out of the loop. While they could assume that Nagisa took out all eleven high schoolers, something else had happened if it caused this reaction.

This all falls on me as their teacher. I should have either stopped this from happening or taken the precautions to make sure this situation never appeared in the first place.

"Clearly... a lot has happened here."

"Koro-Sensei?!"

Immediately Kanzaki would open her eyes to see her teacher and instead of his yellow octopus like self filling her vision... she was greeted to the vision of all the high schoolers on the floor with varying different levels of wounds. From all the excess blood, the sudden sight and smell to the realisation that the blue haired classmate of hers covered in their red fluids right next to her had done all this.. through it all, Nagisa didnt even look the slightest bit remorseful either!! Sure, they had been horrible and kidnapped them but this level of violence… Kanzaki turned to the corner and couldn't keep the contents of her stomach within her. Deciding to take care of her, Koro-Sensei appeared beside her and patted her back before turning to the other three, especially Nagisa.

Is it really right for me to nurture this talent...?

"I think it may be best if you three head outside for now while I tend to Kanzaki."

Seeing as it was for the best, Nagisa would help Kayano out and lead her and Karma out the building all while the greenete didn't open her eyes. The moment Kayano felt the fresh air hit her, she opened her eyes and turned to Nagisa's bloodied state.

"Wow... you certainly went all out didn't you?"

So it's not even in competition... Nagisa is by far the best candidate to kill Koro-Sensei in our class... outside of my tentacles.

Seemingly, Kayano wasn’t too bothered by the events. She knew she probably should act it— yet with how fucked in the head Karma was and how Nagisa had caused all this… she rightly assumed they wouldn’t really care. The moment Nagisa got outside though, he just looked towards Karma and handed him the switchblade. When Nagisa didn't explain why, Karma would take the time to ask.

"And you're giving this to me because...? You worried you're gonna—"

As soon as Nagisa nodded, Karma didn't need anymore clarification. It seemed that Nagisa didn't really feel like talking anymore. While that huge bloodlust level had gone down, Karma could still feel the afterparty of his rage. Probably not a good idea to potentially stir that any further.

"Hey, Kayano. Until Nagisa or Koro-Sensei give the go ahead, don't speak to anyone about whatever happened in there... okay?"

"Got it!!"

Meanwhile, inside of the warehouse, Koro-Sensei had just gotten off the phone with Karasuma giving the roughest rundown that something terrible had happened. Sure, he had told Karasuma that Kanzaki and Kayano got kidnapped but he also told him that while safe the situation had escalated. Koro-Sensei also told him that he needed him to pick up the others at the warehouse and not to ask questions until later. While it was clearly enough to make him skeptical, Karasuma had reluctantly agreed due to him knowing that Koro-Sensei had his students interest at the forefront of his mind. Once that was done, Koro-Sensei turned Kanzaki away from the corner as she shook.

"D-don't turn me back...! I don't wanna see it!!"

Koro-Sensei stayed silent for a moment before he got closer to her and covered her entire view. When he did, he began to speak a little slower than normal.

"You won't see it. I'll keep your eyes covered until we leave. Now— you don't have to go in depth... but I do need to know what actually happened so I can figure out where to take this. You understand, yes?"

While there was no answer from Kanzaki, she did nod her head however shaky it may have been. Koro-Sensei didn't rush her explanation however, instead, letting her take as much time as she needed to be ready enough to speak. An entire minute passed as Kanzaki took a deeper breath.

"So... we were taking a shortcut through a-an alleyway when we were jumped by these guys... they knocked out everyone w-while they took Kayano and I to this warehouse. They s-said how they were going to take photos and how they tried to get me before... then... HE showed up-up."

Seemingly, Kanzaki was so distraught by the entire event and how her entire faith in Nagisa had been shattered that she wouldn't even use his name anymore. There was another pause and an extremely shaky breath while her hands started to tremble. Koro-Sensei would put a tentacle to her hands with his gentle touch and start to soothe them.

"Hey.. it's no rush. Take all the time you need, alright?"

“Y-you didn’t see him… but he w-was more than happy to kill them… it was h-horrifying..!”

Kanzaki’s breath started to speed up as she hugged Koro-Sensei and started to cry into his chest. Clearly they would be here for a while, however, Koro-Sensei didn’t mind for it was his job as a teacher to make this all better.

On the outside of the warehouse, after about a minute of Nagisa not speaking to Kayano and Karma - who had since started chatting amongst themselves - Nagisa would gasp and tap Karma on the shoulder. Once he had Karma's attention, he pointed at the black car that just pulled up.

"I think that's Mr Karasuma."

"You're probably right."

Stepping out of the black car was in fact Mr Karasuma. He took a moment to inspect the trio of students as his gaze lingered on Nagisa a moment longer. With the shade of red in his school uniform and with it making a new addition to his face along with the bruises that were on him and Karma, Karasuma could only assume that the worst case scenario had happened. 

Until we know what happened... I can't let Nagisa out of sight.

"Everyone get in, we're heading back to the hotel. Assassination is canceled for today."

They'd all nod and start to walk to the car. As they did, Karasuma just pulled Nagisa to the side for a moment and spoke.

"Obviously, I'm going to have to talk to you about this at some point. You understand that, right?"

"I do, sir."

A bit taken aback at Nagisa's lower voice, Karasuma would continue to speak for now.

"Right now, just enjoy the rest of your trip. Okay? We will discuss it more when we get back."

Hours had passed and the sky was now dark. Everyone was in their dorm separated by gender after a group of five failed to spot Koro-Sensei naked for better or worse. Paired with that, the entire incident hadn't been made public with the class along with Kanzaki spending the night away from her class. The poor girl clearly needed it. Right now, the boys had just finished a favorite girls ranking among them with everyone there— including Karma. While he wouldn't voice it out, he'd been told by both Karasuma and Koro-Sensei to keep watch on Nagisa till they arrive.

Makes sense they picked me... we're practically soul mates and joint at the hip.

"Kanzaki's in the top spot. No surprise there."

While there were nearly votes towards every girl in the class, a good half were taken by Kanzaki. 

"Well, yeah. Everybody likes her."

"I know, pretty slick of you to pull her in your group, Sugino."

Sugino, who was stood nearby Nagisa and Karma, shrugged and rested his arms behind his head. While he had been present for the entire kidnapping, he wasn't aware of just how hard it all escalated and probably for the better.

"I was hoping me an'her would have had a chance to talk a little on this trip. But with how the trip went down, no dice."

"Sucks to be you, man. Better luck next time, I guess."

Wanting to get back to the topic of girls Mimura would try and get them back there as he looked at the list.

"Dudes, you're killin' me! Can we just focus on who has the hots for who?"

A simple question, yet clearly tough enough for the resident pervert of the class, Okajima, to flip out and have an existential crisis over it.

"Don't ask me to choose! I can't do it! No! No!"

"You're exempted."

There were a few people in particular that the class were interested in finding out about. One of them, even though he still wasn't fully back to normal, was Nagisa. So Maehara would turn towards him and bluntly ask.

"What about you? Which of the class shorties is your top pick?"

While everyone expected Nagisa to act like a deer in headlights, ever since he'd gotten back from his group being out— he'd been extremely coolheaded and blunt to the point. No one had even heard him stutter since he got back. This had everyone's attention though, whether he was a stuttering mess or not, they were curious to see who the best assassin in the class found appealing.

"Huh? Probably Nakamura or Kayano if I had to choose."

Even Karma who was sat next to him and was his best friend hadn't expected him to be so honest. Giving him a little nudge, his traditional metaphorical devil horns and tail appeared as if he was concocting all sorts of ideas.

"Nakamura? She'll eat ya alive, Nagisa~"

"I get where he's coming from, though."

Maehara would jump back in, standing behind Nagisa's choice as the class immediately shifted their attention when Nagisa spoke again.

"What about you, Karma? Which of the girls do you like?"

"Hmm... I believe i'll have to go with Okuda."

Taking the entire class by surprise, they'd start to chime in after each other.

"Dude, you're kidding. Really?"

"Huh. Interesting. But why Okuda?"

Not even missing a beat, Karma would look up as he started to openly fantasise about the countless amounts of trouble he could get into with her.

"She's a demon with chemistry. Think of all the concoctions she could brew up. To enhance my shenanigans. It'd be a match made in heaven."

"Yeah, heaven. Sure."

With that over and done with, Isogai would pick up the list, seemingly ready to pocket or burn it as he spoke up.

"Hey, guys. We're agreeing to keep these ratings just between us, yeah?"

"Of course. We're not stupid."

"So absolutely none of what we're saying leaves this room? If this information got out, we'd have a real problem."

This speech started to teeter off towards the end as his gaze was taken up by something at the door. Seeing Isogai get distracted, the entire class turned their attention to the currently pink octopus writing something down in a diary of sorts.

"Don't mind me. Just passing by— WA!!"

BANG!!

Before he had even shut the door or his diary, Nagisa had whipped his anti Koro-Sensei gun out and tried shooting him. While it would have been a dead on shot, the teacher had blocked with his diary and rapidly shut the door leaving the class to synchronise their thoughts before immediately taking chase.

"Oh, no he di'n't!"

"Kill him!!"

All the while Koro-Sensei was traveling at mach speeds through the inn and losing them entirely. As he did, his annoying cackle would fill their eardrums.

"If I can't get the low-down on juicy gossip like this, what's Mach Twenty good for?!"

Koro Sensei Weak Point #11: Loves Gossip.

That evening of fun and banter for everyone went by as a blur and a hazy memory for Nagisa who wasn’t capable of enjoying any of it.

The half-crescent moon was on show tonight as the entire building slept. Currently with it being one in the morning, all was quiet. 

“Hah!!”

With a sudden jolt, Nagisa would wake up and sit up in his mat. After the fun that the group had, he’d been told to sleep in the staff room with Mr Karasuma and Koro-Sensei as they needed to keep a close eye on him. Right now, Koro-Sensei was asleep across the room. Nagisa’s breathing would immediately increase as his eyes grew dilated, his hand clutching his chest while he’d look around but not take anything in. He wasn’t even aware of the figure standing up with a hot chocolate nearby until they spoke.

“Prone to nightmares?”

Mr Karasuma’s voice would cut across Nagisa’s subconscious like a knife as the boy immediately looked at his teacher. He swore Karasuma never took off that work uniform. For now however, Nagisa would immediately jump up and grab Karasuma’s arms as if he was in some urgent business. Obviously Karasuma tensed up, yet he didn’t react in case it’d startle Nagisa.

“Mr Karasuma!! Thank g-god you’re here..! Kanzaki and Kayano— they were taken by a group of high schoolers and—“

“Nagisa, they’re in their dorms sleeping.”

“Huh…?”

Karasuma had never seen Nagisa look so confused in his entire stay so far. The poor boy would look around helplessly as his grip on Karasuma’s arms slowly loosened while the night tried to make its way back into his mind. Countless seconds passed by with Nagisa biting the inside of his lip trying to figure out what was happening.

“We… definitely fought those t-thugs though… and I saw them get t-taken. Did Koro-Sensei save them?”

Does Nagisa not remember what happened…? Surely not, he was cognitive and knew what I was talking about whenever I mentioned it earlier.

“Don’t you remember…? You went and retrieved them yourself.”

Nagisa’s gaze would snap back up to Karasuma as he mentioned this. His hands ran over his own face where he felt the bruises that happened from fight beforehand. It certainly wasn’t a dream, yet he went to save them. It sounded so familiar yet it wasn’t a memory that was his.

“But that’s… I don’t…”

Suddenly, a flash of a memory appeared in his mind. A memory of him walking away from Okuda to go pursue the vehicle that took his other two classmates away. Had his switch flipped due to being knocked out? Nagisa’s breathing was starting to rapidly increase to the point of a panic attack, so Karasuma put down his drink and rested his own hands on Nagisa’s shoulder.

“Breathe, Nagisa. No one thinks any less of you for reacting the way you did.”

While he was trying to be reassuring in the moment, that only shun light onto another memory. A memory of Nagisa going through thug after thug inflicting terrible levels of damage which made him jerk suddenly. He recalled how one boys fingers would hit the floor. How he flat out stabbed one of them. Worse of all, how he coaxed Ryuki to kill Kanzaki and Kayano. Nagisa whimpered as tears formed in his eyes before the entire shell he constructed came crashing down. His hands would uncontrollably tremble as the strange feeling overflowed causing the waterworks to leak out.

“I-I didn’t m-mean… HIC!”

Nagisa was starting to sob as Karasuma watched him break down right in front of him. The assassin was so upset with himself he couldn’t even choke out his words anymore and was bawling his eyes out right in front of his teacher. Instead of judging, Karasuma would stare for a moment before wrapping his arms around Nagisa in an awkward but warm hug.

“It’s fine to let it out… I’ll stay as long as you need.”

“Sorry… I-i’m so s-sorry!!”

As he pat Nagisa’s back, the tears he’d been holding back for so long came gushing out into Karasuma’s clothes. While Karasuma’s profession had made him prone to all types of break downs before… this one particularly tugged on his heart strings like none had before. He wanted to tell Nagisa it would all be okay, yet he also wasn’t a liar.

“Sorry! S-sorry! HIC!! S-s-s-sorry!! I-”

“I know you are. We’ll work through this.”

Karasuma would promise as he continued to reassure the broken boy in front of him. Koro-Sensei, who had been silently awake and listening to everything shared the same thoughts as Karasuma who was actively hushing Nagisa after the constant flow of ‘sorrys’ that left.

Nagisa needs so much more help than he has in his life currently.