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Tears fell from everyone in class 3‑E as they all watched the person who believed in them most disappear into the sky like a thousand fireflies.
“Happy Birthday, Koro‑sensei, you're finally with her,” Nagisa whispered under his tears.
For a long moment, no one moved.
The night air felt too still, too fragile, as if the world itself was holding its breath with them.
The glow of those fading lights lingered in their eyes, soft and aching — a reminder of everything they had gained, and everything just lost.
Slowly, the weight of the moment settled.
The grief didn’t vanish, but it shifted — becoming quieter, deeper, something they could hold without breaking.
And with that quiet, the class finally began to move again.
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The next day, Bitch‑sensei and Karasuma‑sensei stood before the class.
Their expressions weren’t sharp or commanding like usual.
Instead, there was a seriousness in their eyes — not cold, not distant, but steady. Understanding.
The kind of seriousness that came from people who had lost someone, too, and were trying their best to guide the ones left behind.
“Listen up,” Karasuma‑sensei said sharply. “As per your agreement, you all will receive 10 billion yen. While I know as of now you all don’t care about the money, as of this moment. I do believe Irina, and I have something you all will care about.”
As Karasuma finished speaking, he brought out a huge box filled with books, almost triple the size of a dictionary.
“These were all left behind by Koro‑sensei. Each contains pictures of your time here together in 3‑E, as well as a couple of personalized notes for each of you.”
That got the class’s attention. Karasuma-sensei slowly called each student to the front to retrieve their book.
Once everyone had received one, they all started looking through it, causing half the class to start crying all over again.
But it was the final note from their teacher that surprised them the most.
“𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓒𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓼 3‑𝓔, 𝓘𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼, 𝓲𝓽 𝓶𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓾𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓘 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓾𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓵𝓵. 𝓣𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓘 𝓪𝓶 𝓷𝓸 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮, 𝓘’𝓶 𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓭 𝓘 𝓪𝓶 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾. 𝓝𝓸𝔀 𝓘 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓰𝓷𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓵𝓵, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓼 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓯𝓵𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓼. 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓸 𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝓸 𝓪 𝓱𝓲𝓰𝓱 𝓼𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓵 𝓲𝓷 𝓜𝓾𝓼𝓾𝓽𝓪𝓯𝓾 — 𝓲𝓽’𝓼 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓤𝓐. 𝓘𝓽’𝓼 𝓼𝓾𝓹𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓼𝓽 ‘𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓸’ 𝓼𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓵 𝓲𝓷 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓙𝓪𝓹𝓪𝓷. 𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓳𝓸𝓻 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓵: 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓯𝓸𝓬𝓾𝓼 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓻𝓮𝓹𝓾𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵‑𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼. 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓽 𝓪 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝓫𝓪𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 ‘𝓠𝓾𝓲𝓻𝓴𝓼.’ 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓘 𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽. 𝓝𝓸𝔀 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓰𝓷𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽. 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓸 𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝓸 𝓤𝓐 𝓪𝓷𝓭… ᎠටⱮįហȺͲƐ ͲǶƐⱮ. 𝓢𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓪 𝓬𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓼 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓭𝓸 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓯𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓱𝔂 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓻𝓴𝓼.”
The classroom fell into a heavy silence as the last line of Koro‑sensei’s message settled over them.
Nobody spoke. Nobody even breathed too loudly. It was as if the weight of his final assignment pressed gently on each of their shoulders — not crushing, but guiding. A reminder that even in death, he was still leading them forward.
Nagisa closed the book slowly, fingers trembling just a little.
Karma wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, pretending he wasn’t wiping tears.
Kayano held her book to her chest like it was something fragile and irreplaceable.
They had already lost their teacher.
But now, for the first time since that night, something new flickered beneath the grief.
A challenge.
Karasuma‑sensei watched them carefully, his expression softening.
“This wasn’t an order,” he said quietly. “It was a wish. One he believed you could fulfill.”
Bitch‑sensei nodded, her voice gentler than usual.
“And knowing him… he chose UA for a reason. He always saw potential where others didn’t.”
The class exchanged looks — uncertain, emotional, but slowly sharpening with determination.
Nagisa took a breath.
“So… we’re really doing this?”
Karma smirked, though his eyes were still red.
“Of course we are. It’s his last assignment. We can’t exactly fail it.”
A few students laughed weakly. Others nodded.
And just like that, the room shifted — grief giving way to resolve.
Karasuma stepped forward, placing a stack of pamphlets and printed maps on the desk.
“UA’s entrance exam is in two weeks. Written test, physical test, and a practical exam. Though your previous training should be enough to get you in. We want to make sure you excel.”
The class straightened, instinctively slipping back into the mindset Koro‑sensei had trained into them:
observe, adapt, overcome.
Bitch‑sensei leaned against the desk with a small smile.
“But don’t worry. We’ll help you get ready. Koro‑sensei may be gone… but you’re not alone in this, both Karasuma and I will be here to help you even after you graduate and move on to UA.”
For the first time since the night sky lit up with a thousand fireflies, Class 3‑E felt something warm rise in their chests.
Resolve.
Nagisa looked down at the book in his hands — at the photos, the memories, the handwritten notes meant just for him — and whispered:
“We’ll make you proud, Koro‑sensei.”
And with that, the path ahead of them became clear.
UA awaited to be overruled by a class of assassins.