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A little while later, we sit in class as usual, Korosensei at the front of the room teaching us about whatever's next in the curriculum. However, one thing catches my eye today. Sugino seems to be feeling down. I'm not close to him or anything, but he normally looks significantly happier than he does today. Sugino sighs, looking at his palm. He probably failed an assassination attempt. Eh, it happens.
Suddenly, Korosensei zips past me, the force ruffling my hair, first backwards, and then forwards as he returns to the front of the room. Wha?
"Sugaya!" Korosensei exclaims, his eyes gleaming as he holds up a notebook. "You were very close, but my features are a bit finer than that." He says, holding up the drawing, corrections in red pen drawn over the original.
"Finer how?!" Maehara exclaims.
"Yeah, it just looks creepy now." I say.
"You wound me..." Korosensei says, laying a tentacle across his face dramatically. Sorry, but you don't actually have a jawline! A while later the bell rings.
"Now then, class, I have some business to take care of today, so if you'll excuse me..." Korosensei says.
"Business?" Isogai questions.
"That's right." Korosensei confirms, opening the window. "I have a game to catch in New York." He answers, disappearing but a moment later, a layer of dust coating the room.
"There he goes." Yoshida comments.
"What's his deal?" Terasaka frowns.
"It'd be nice if he brought back some souvenirs for us once in a while, at least." Kurahashi says, busying herself with packing up her bag.
"But who'd want something to remember their assassination target by?" Kataoka points out.
"Well, he could still bring us something to eat." I say.
"Yeah, that way it wouldn't stick around." Kurahashi agrees.
"That's one way of looking at it, I guess." Kataoka says.
"What could he bring back from New York?" Isogai asks as me and Maehara wait by his desk for him to finish gathering his supplies.
"Booze?" Maehara suggests. I quickly whack him on the arm.
"Hiroto! We're underaged!" I lightly scold him.
"Yeah, I think snacks would be best." Kurahashi says.
"Or a blonde beauty! Hell yeah!" Okajima exclaims suddenly, leaping out of his chair. Here we go...
"Right?" Maehara agrees.
"Blonde, blonde, blonde, blonde!" Okajima chants. I roll my eyes at the pair.
"Oh, Karasuma!" Nagisa says suddenly. I turn around to see the dark haired man standing at the front of the classroom, his male subordinate next to him.
"How's it going? Any clues on how to kill him?" He asks.
"Clues?" Nagisa murmurs. Most of us either avert our eyes or stare at our desks.
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