Everyone was on the field practicing their assassination skills. I was sitting on the stairs that lead down to the field, with a clipboard.

My job was to evaluate everyone's skills and take notes on where they're excelling or need improvement. 

So far everyone was doing fine, but there are some students that stand out more than the rest.

Isogai and Maehara: catlike reflexes, best when working together, blades are bound to strike.

Karma: at first glance seems lazy, but has instincts of a killer.

Okano: gymnastic skills makes it hard to predict the next move.

Kataoka: has the reach and momentum of male counterpart.

When I finished writing, I watched as the rest of them practiced. Not soon after, I felt a strong wave of bloodlust. It was strong enough that I put my guard up immediately.

I looked around and saw Nagisa flipped onto his back by Karasuma out of instinct.

"Nagisa are you okay?" I asked.

"I'm fine," he reassured and I took down a few notes.

Nagisa: hidden bloodlust beyond imaginable, yet doesn't know it.

Karasuma gasped at what he had just done without realizing it. "Sorry! That block was a little over the top." he apologized.

"Ah. I'm good, no worries." he reassured again.

As he walked up the stairs, I whispered something to Karasuma that was inaudible to the rest of the class.

"You felt it, didn't you?" I handed him the clipboard, Karasuma nodded and continued up the stairs.

"Hey, hey, Karasuma!" A really pudgy man with many bags called out from the top of the stairs.

"Takaoka?" Karasuma questioned.

"Yo! Name's Akira Takaoka and I'm here to give your gym teacher a hand. Please to meet 'cha gang! So, whaddya say? Ready to have fun?" he introduced himself to the class.

Already, I could tell there's something up with this fat man, but I went to join the rest of the class on the field to blend in more.

He came over and started unpacking his bags, turns out they were pastries from some of the more pricier bakeries.

"Um, these look sorta pricey, sir. Are you sure?" Isogai asked.

"Yeah! Chow down, kiddos! I didn't break the bank so we could stare at these babies all day!" Takaoka exclaimed with a smile.

"You really know your way around brand name sweets, don't 'cha?" Yada complimented, "Nice."

"Trust me. When it comes to the good stuff, it's love." His face lit up and he had his tongue out.

Trust you? Like hell I would... But I can trust the flavour of those mouth watering treats of yours...

I joined the others and chose a fruit pastry to indulge in.

"So, you're gonna take over PE to help Mr. Karasuma get caught up?" Nagisa asked, holding a chocolate éclair.

"Yep! Those are my marchin' orders from the brass at HQ. Poor guy needs some time to himself-" he answered, then saw Koro-sensei behind him all pink and drooling. 

"Ah! And this fella must be Koro-sensei. Please, help yourself." he offered, as a waterfall of drool came pouring out sensei's mouth and disgusted everyone. "Heh. Don't want to die on an empty stomach." Takaoka started laughing.

"You know, sir, for being colleagues, you and Mr. Karasuma are like night and day." Kimura commented.

Not even...

"He's nice to us and all, but you're like the neighbourhood dad." Hara joined in.

Yeah, sure... A sketchy neighbourhood dad sounds more like it...

Takaoka laughed, " 'Dad'. I like the sound of that!" He wrapped his arms around Mimura and Nakamura, "Life's too short to spend it with people ya think of as family, am I right, gang?" Takaoka, as well as the class, except me laughed.

This man sus...

The next day at practice.

"All right, everybody here? Now, things are gonna be tougher than usual, but stick it out like the champs I know you are and we're talkin' more sweets!" Takaoka exclaimed.

"For us, or are you really just saving them for yourself?" Nakamura questioned.

"Nope, nope. Don't wanna ruin this girlish figure." he joked and everyone laughed.

I was watching from the faculty room since I had a real bad feeling about this guy. I managed to sneak away from the class and him undetected, thankfully, but I'm worried about the others.

"How are you kosher with this idiot? If he was a toupee, a chinstrap couldn't make him look phonier. Even Karma could tell, and he's not even here today. Shiniko as well, even she's getting a bad feeling from him." Irina complained.

"Look, he and I go back to the Airborne Brigade. We're not best friends or anything, but based on the information I have, he's a great teacher." Karasuma answered without taking his eyes off the screen. 

"Young people respond to him. He speaks their language. That's what you want in an educator. I think maybe I've been going about this the wrong way. My approach was to draw a line, stay professional, but taking on the role of father figure might be more effective." he explained.

"I disagree. Since when have you met an educator who's that cheerful and supposedly a 'father figure'?" I retorted. "If he has this extremely cheerful and likeable personality, then he is more than capable of turning against them. Even harm them if need be."

He didn't turn away from his laptop, but he gasped. Curious, I went over to see what he was seeing.

What the fuck is this... I knew there was something shady about him...

I rushed out and without anyone noticing, I climbed up a tree closest to where they were seated on the field to spy on him.

I heard many students complain about the new schedule. Ten periods altogether and they train 'til 9pm.

There's no way they can even survive 30 let alone 5 minutes of his bullshit training.

Maehara started to complain, "I mean, c'mon! We can't go by this. When are we supposed to stu-" Takaoka grabbed his head with a single hand and kneed him, hard, over his knee.

Dammit, I knew it!

I jumped off the branch in anger and went back to the faculty room to spill the tea.

"Karasuma!" I busted in and caught my breath. I warned and told him what happened. When I finished, I opened the faculty room window, allowing them to get a full view of the class.

The first thing we saw was Kanzaki getting slapped across the face. It was even strong enough to smack her into the ground.

You fat shit, you're going to pay for that!

I rushed to the infirmary to grab an ice pack and wrapped it before running to the field.

"Here." I gave the ice pack to her and she held it gently to her face.

"Thanks, I'll be okay." Kanzaki said quietly.

"What about you?" he asked Maehara, who was clenching his stomach in pain.

"Eh. I'll survive." he answered.

"See? We're fine! Don't go gettin' your boxers in a wad. I'm not gonna go full throttle on my beloved fam!" Takaoka said as if that will lighten the mood. "And who are you? I don't think I've seen you on the field today. Skipping my class is a big no no and you'll have to be punished."

He winded his arm back ready to punch. I had my guard up to dodge, but didn't show any signs of bloodlust.

Luckily, a very red and furious Koro-sensei stopped his fist mid punch. His eyes were glowing red, "Whatever you've been filling their heads with while my back was turned, it stops now."

"Ha. Sorry, big guy. This isn't your class. You teach your subjects, I'll teach mine. In Phys Ed, I call the shots. Nothing I've done falls outside acceptable corporal punishment. I gotta train these kids to kill you. That doesn't leave me a lotta time. I don't have the luxury of goin' easy on 'em. What, are you gonna attack me? Over a dispute about educational philosophy? 'Cause if that's what this is, you just don't care for the way I teach." he argued, as Koro-sensei popped a few more veins, knowing he was right.

As Takaoka continued his training, Karasuma and Koro-sensei were sitting on the stairs watching them, Irina was standing behind them, in case Takaoka tried to hurt them again.

I was excused because the three teachers convinced the monster that I was Irina's niece who came to visit her and I wasn't actually part of the class.

He's going to destroy them physically, mentally and spiritually... This isn't right, damn it...

"I'm counting on you. You're on par with this fellow, are ya not? I need you to shut him down." Koro-sensei said to Karasuma.

The students complained as they were doing their ridiculous amount of 300 squats.

They won't be able to move for weeks... Let alone finish one set...

"Mr. Karasuma, please," Takaoka heard Kurahashi plead and walked over to her.

Karasuma, knowing what he would do, went up behind him and as Takaoka was about to throw his punch, Karasuma grasped his arm.

"That's enough. If you hurt these kids, then you'll have to answer to me." he said seriously.

"Here's what I propose. Cherry pick your star pupils out of the students you've trained by your methods. Set 'em on me, and if their knife so much as grazes my aura, I'll concede that the way you train is superior to mine." he said opening his camo patterned bag and started to take out a few things.

"No fuss. No backpedaling. I'll pack it in and leave. We won't be using these, though. No, sir, we won't." he wiggled the anti-sensei knife and threw it on the ground. 

He took out a real knife and stabbed it into the anti-sensei one.

"When the object is to kill a human being, you can't rely on toys. So we'll be using the real McCoy." he stated.

Yeah, no shit... He's gone and is insane...

I walked up to the rest of the class to join in.

"This is ridiculous!" Karasuma exclaimed, "These kids aren't prepared to take down a real human being, and you know it!" he argued.

Damn well they ain't...

"They ain't gotta kill nothin', just come close. And I'll do you a solid by defending myself barehanded." he said, still looking insane. 

"What're you waiting for? Pick yourself a champion. Or save us the headache and agree to let me run this show from now on." He dropped the knife on the ground and it stabbed through the dirt in front of Karasuma.

"You're the only headache here." I grumbled under my breath.

"What was that, girly!" Takaoka yelled upon hearing her words, "You just volunteered yourself!"

Well, that saves time and a life...

"I accept your challenge. But, you said, 'Pick your star pupils'. So that means I get a partner." I said confidently, earning a few gasps from her classmates and backlash for putting another student at risk.

Karasuma was silent and stunned. I signalled him to get over here, so we could discuss who will be my partner. It was a concise, but serious talk.

Besides, I needed to use someone to mask my own bloodlust.

"What do you think you're doing?" Karasuma asked. "I know you can handle this alone, why a partner? You'll be risking a life."

"Out of everyone in our class, the other student who's capable of pulling this off is Nagisa. You felt that boy's bloodlust, right? He can do it," I suggested that Nagisa should be my partner. "And if anything goes wrong, I can take him out. I just need him to hid my bloodlust." I added.

"Fine. But still, be careful out there and make sure he doesn't get hurt." Karasuma instructed and he walked back to the group.

"Nagisa. You're up." Karasuma said, looking down at the blue-haired boy, shocking the class. "In my eyes, we're all fellow soldiers on a mission to save Earth from destruction. Whatever our differences are, we share that goal. So if you don't feel comfortable, you don't have to take up the knife. Our duty as teachers is to prepare you for life, not force you into it kicking and screaming." Karasuma finished his speech still staring into Nagisa's eyes.

Nagisa stayed quiet for a few moments thinking to himself; then, he hesitantly took the knife which shocked the class again.

"I'll do it." he said and held the blade in his mouth as he warmed up. I went next to him and whispered my plan to him.

There were questions firing from the students and many with concerned looks.

Takaoka threw his jacket to the ground, "Ready when you are."

Nagisa and I went into a fighting stance with our knives up.

"You ready?" I whispered to him. After what felt like an eternity, he whispered back, "Yeah."

We both held our knives by our side with a smile on like it was a normal day, and began walking up to him like we were walking to school.

Takaoka was caught off guard with this approach. When we were in front of him, we waited for a second before slashing our knives in front of his face, making him lose his balance.

Nagisa let out his bloodlust and I followed after, adding on to his bloodlust, amplifying it, and making it seem like it was all coming from him.

We pushed him down, scaring the soul out of him. 

Nagisa was behind him, covering his eyes and his blade was on his neck. I was on top of his mountain belly and the tip of my blade ever so slightly touched his Adam's apple.

"Looks like we win." we said together.

The whole class was shook.

Hahahaa, take that you fat fuck!

"Oh, wait a second." Nagisa snapped out of his thoughts, "Was I s'posed to use the back of my knife?" He asked.

"Dunno," I lied and stood up, weapon still in hand.

"I'll take those, thank you." Koro-sensei said taking the knives from us and ate them. "Giving two of my students real knives! Have you lost your marbles? They could've been hurt, or worse!" he scolded, and Nagisa and I chuckled.

I held my hand out to Nagisa, "Nice job." I congratulated with a smile.

"You too." Nagisa said in return and grabbed on to get up.

The class surrounded us.

"Easy, guys. Let's not make a big deal out of it, okay? I just did what Mr. Karasuma told me to do, that's all. And Shiniko was the one who made the plan." Nagisa said awkwardly.

Maehara walked up to both of us, and slapped Nagisa and pinched my cheek at the same time.

"Ow! What was that for?" We asked in union, holding our now red cheeks.

"Sorry, uh... I needed to make sure that was you." Maehara answered, putting an arm around our neck, "Sincerely, though. You guys were awesome! That whole ordeal was a total rush!" he praised.

The other students joined in as well.

Wow... is this what it feels like to be included?...

Takaoka got up and turned to face the class, "You ungrateful punks! You think it's fun shaming your father figure, huh? Having the time of your lives pretending you've won?! Hope it was worth it 'cause daddy's about to rip you apart. Mind, body, and soul!" he threatened angrily, his face red, his hair all risen up and eyes like an insane person. 

Well that's what he is sooo....

"Not gonna lie, if we went for a round two, we'd lose." Nagisa stated.

I wouldn't...

I smirked, almost smiling, to myself at the idea of a second round. It almost felt like a genuine smile, the ones you can't control, but it felt more sinister. I quickly snapped out of it before anyone noticed.

"But I'll tell you something." he continued, "Whatever you do, you're not the boss of us. Mr. Karasuma is our PE teacher. That's all there is to it. When you try to be our dad, it just makes us feel like children. Mr. Karasuma may come off as all business, but he treats us as equals. He's approachable, he's cool, and he's got nothing to prove. Thanks for trying, but he's the Class Dad." Nagisa bowed as a sign of apology.

Facts...

Takaoka was infuriated, shaking in anger.

"Am I the Class Mom?" Professor Bitch asked all of a sudden, no one answered.

Sure... Sure you are...

Takaoka started threatening them and was about to take that anger out on Nagisa, but before he could do any harm Karasuma elbowed him so hard he fell backwards.

"I'll negotiate with my superiors to put things back the way they were." Karasuma said.

"It's gonna take more than that to be done with me!" Takaoka exclaimed.

Ugh, he's still not down yet?...

"You'll get this job over my dead body-!" he was about to continue, but was interrupted.

"That won't be necessary" A voice said behind them, making everyone turn to the source of the sound, and it was none other than the principal himself.

He walked over to Takaoka, "I trust you'll forgive the intrusion, everyone. I came to see our new hire in action. And it must be said," He grabbed Takaoka by the jaw, scaring him, "Your methods are nothing short of a travesty."

He held up a piece of paper, then his aura turned dark and controlling.

I got the chills again.

"Granted, fear is the engine of education, but a teacher able to instill fear only through violence is nothing but a brute." he stated, and shoved the paper into Takaoka's face hole. 

It felt like he overpowered him with his slight anger and annoyance towards the man, as well as his overall intimidating aura.

So this was what Shuu meant...

I remembered what he said to me a while ago.

"And I do not employ brutes." He made it clear.

"But I was only trying to-" Takaoka didn't finish.

"Your walking papers. The Ministry of Defence does not call the shots here and I intend to keep it that way." Principal Asano said, walking away. "This is my school and my school alone. Remember that."

"Damn it. Damn it. Damn it!" Takaoka kept repeating and grabbed his bag and ran away like a little crybaby.

All the students erupted in cheers as Karasuma was their PE teacher again. After they were done celebrating, the class went up to the conversing teachers.

"Mr. Karasuma, sir?" Nakamura asked ever so innocently, "We were wondering, since we kind of got your job back you and all, maybe we've got something in the way of a lil thank you coming?"

"Yeah. Mr. Takaoka would've given us a bunch of sweets for being so good." Kurahashi added.

"Well now, I'm not much of a connoisseur." He started to dig at his pocket and pulled out his wallet, "But I guess you could buy your-"

"Yoink!" Professor Bitch and I said and took Karasuma's wallet.

It feels like I'm slowly, finally starting to fit in...

The students started cheering.

"Uh, surely I deserve some thanks, too?" Koro-sensei asked.

"For what? You've been on the sidelines the whole time," I said and made Koro-sensei panic.

As he was freaking out since he wasn't getting any treats, the class started to get moving.

Koro-sensei was on his tentacles and all, he started to slowly grovel behind them, and when they noticed, he sped up repeating 'please' the whole time.

They didn't let him go.

That same evening, when I got home, I called Koro-sensei over to get something. 

He flew over in no time. I gave him a few treats that I chose out for him from the shops they went to. 

Koro-sensei thanked me before flying off and enjoyed his treats that a fellow student and friend got for him elsewhere.