Lesson Learned

Just try to be useful for once.

"All right people," The target was mocking them again. "Let's get started shall we?" Waving his tentacles about as he chuckled. "Class monitor, if you would do the honours."

Mitsuko gritted her teeth, holding her gun tightly.

Nagisa stood up abruptly. "Right. Ready!"

The whole class stood as one, brandishing their guns.

"Aim!" Nagisa's voice rang out.

She aimed her gun at his head, clenching her jaw.

Their teacher didn't move a muscle.

Nagisa's eyes narrowed. "Fire!"

A hellfire of bullets sprayed out.

It looked like they were seeing triple with the way he moved so fast and the music grew faster. "Well-oh my- I'll be taking attendance, so please, fire all you like. Isogai-kun?"

Mitsuko felt a flare of rage. (Is he even taking this seriously!?)

In short, he was not taking this seriously.

They all kept firing throughout the entire roll call.

"Asano-san?" the Target called.

"Here!" She snapped, reloading her gun. (Come on, we must be making some kind of damage!)

When they ran out of pellets, they had left no damage except that they were now all exhausted.

The Target's permanent grin stayed fixed in place, closing the roll call book. "All present and accounted for." His face changed to a bright red, with an O in the middle. "Excellent! That makes me very happy."

"He's too fast," Rio said, out of breath.

"The whole class opened fire and he doesn't even have a scratch," Isogai rubbed the back of his neck and sighed.

"Ugh!" Mitsuko dropped her gun and glared at the mutated teacher. "How are you not dead?"

"Yeah, that was full-on warfare," Mimura commented.

Their teacher kept grinning.

Mitsuko groaned, sitting back down. (Even a full-on attack did nothing.) She ignored the rest of his rambling and scowled. (How are we ever going to kill this thing?) Her gaze strayed to the crescent moon, sighing. (Damn it.)

***

Their barely qualified yellow teacher droned on about English pronouns, a problem she'd already found the answer to.

"Um..." It was that violet haired boy again.

Sugaya wasn't it? That's what the Target had called out in roll call.

Mitsuko arched an eyebrow, looking up from her notes. "Yes?"

He smiled sheepishly. "Can I borrow your pen again?" He held up a broken pen.

Her eyes twitched. "Don't you bring spares?" her gaze snapped to his bulky pencil case. "What's even in that thing?"

Sugaya smiled weakly and rubbed the back of his neck. "It's mainly just pencils and art supplies..." He showed her the inside of the pencil case where an array of different coloured and shaded pencils were stuffed in.

Her eyes narrowed. "But, not one pen?"

He gave a strained laugh. "Um...I'll just ask—"

"Oh, just take it." She tossed a spare pink pen in his direction.