A/N : lol wdym i haven't updated in 3 months?? that's crazy hahahaha (pls forgive pooks 😔🙏🫶) anywaysyyyyyyssssss
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Punctuality is often regarded as a virtue. People generally hold those who are always on time in high esteem, viewing them as reliable and trustworthy. This societal preference inevitably led to the invention of the alarm clock—a simple device designed to emit the most irritating sounds known to mankind at predetermined times.
As the main character of this scenario, you appear to be unaffected by these societal cues. Ugh, if only your eyeliners matched on both sides, you wouldn't be in this situation!
When you finally showed up to class, a full half-hour late, you braced yourself for the inevitable lecture. You imagined the teacher—Korosensei—giving you an earful, maybe even throwing in some sarcastic quip about tardiness. But as you pushed open the door, what you saw was far from anything you'd expected.
Instead of a stern reprimand, you were greeted by absolute chaos. Or, more accurately, what felt like chaos to you.
At least a gazillion copies of Korosensei—your octopus-like mentor—were darting around the classroom, moving at breakneck speed. His vibrant yellow tentacles zipped across every inch of the room, effortlessly filling the air with textbooks, study guides, and practice sheets.
Desks rattled slightly as paper after paper landed perfectly in front of each student. His exaggerated movements made it seem as though he was in several places at once, teaching, testing, and assisting simultaneously. One version of him was at the whiteboard scribbling equations; another was explaining history to an overwhelmed Isogai; and yet another was by Nagisa, hovering over his shoulder, making corrections with lightning precision.
The hum of rapid shuffling filled the room, like the buzz of an overworked photocopier, only amplified. His octopus eyes gleamed with enthusiasm, and his voice echoed in that familiar, sing-song tone as he dished out last-minute advice for the upcoming test.
You just stood there, stunned. He was right. This really was no ordinary class—this was Korosensei in full-on exam prep mode, moving at Mach 20 to ensure every student had exactly what they needed to ace the upcoming test. Your usual irritation with school vanished as you took in the sheer absurdity of the scene. It was almost like witnessing a circus, except the ringmaster was a yellow octopus determined to make everyone top-tier assassins... academically speaking, of course.
And here you were, late to the spectacle, standing in the doorway like a deer caught in the headlights. You couldn't decide if you should sneak to your seat unnoticed or just turn around and pretend you never saw this. "Ah, [Name], lovely of you to join us this morning. Why are you late? Oversleep, did ya?" A clone of Korosensei popped up right in front of you, blocking the doorway with his signature grin. There went your plan to quietly slip in unnoticed.
"Uh, yeah, sure... let's go with that," you muttered, not feeling up for explaining the reality of why you were late.
"Happens to the best of us," Korosensei chirped. "Now, go take a seat. If I'm not mistaken, your worst subject is math, right?" he asked, all the while somehow managing to keep his many other clones zooming around the room, still in full preparation mode.
"Yeah, math is definitely my Achilles' heel," you admitted, walking towards your seat. "Maybe, if it was Dostoevsky's theorem instead of Pythagoras."
Korosensei chuckled, ushering you to your desk with a tentacle. "Well then, let's work on that today!"
You sat down, half-expecting some free space in this whirlwind of activity, but nope—one of Korosensei's clones appeared next to you in an instant, holding a math workbook. "Let's start with algebra, shall we? X and Y are much simpler than guilt and redemption!" he quipped.
Sighing, you opened your book and tried to focus, though it was hard with the sheer chaos all around. From the corner of your eye, you noticed Karma leaning back in his seat, that usual smirk of his firmly in place. He glanced your way, clearly amused by the whole scene.
"You know," Karma said in his usual relaxed tone, "even I could probably teach you the entire year's worth of math in like a week, if you just crammed it all in. So honestly, you don't even have to pay attention right now."
You stifled a laugh. "Yeah, I'm not really paying attention anyway, but..." You glanced over at Korosensei, who was now explaining quadratic equations with way too much enthusiasm. "I feel kinda bad for him, you know? I mean, he's really trying, so I'm just pretending to listen."
Karma raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Oh, you feel bad for him? Well, watch this."
Before you could even process what he meant, Karma pulled out his anti-Korosensei BB gun. His movements were so casual, as if this was second nature for him, which, to be fair, it was. You didn't have time to react before he aimed directly at Korosensei.
Korosensei, of course, hadn't missed a beat. Despite teaching the entire class simultaneously and floating around like an overenthusiastic octopus, his reactions were as fast as ever. Karma fired a shot right at him, and in the blink of an eye, Korosensei's face warped alone to dodge the bullet which did inevitably ruin his clones' stability.
"No sneak assassinations now, Karma!" Korosensei called out, sounding slightly exasperated as he zipped across the room and his chair outside. "Dodging will disrupt my flow!"
Karma just leaned back in his chair, smirking as he reholstered his gun. "Worth a shot, right?" He gave you a knowing look, clearly enjoying himself.
You shook your head, half-amused, half-annoyed. "Seriously? That's how you show me how not to feel bad for him?"
Karma chuckled. "Well, at least you're not bored anymore."
