With no inkling as to how this new world would treat her, Nagisa chewed the cud as she made her way through Kunigagoaka Junior High. The panties she was wearing felt alien, and the skirt breezy. Even as the boys from 'A' through 'D' class looked at her with lust, and the girls with admiration, she couldn't help but keep her straight face and wanted so very much to return to the assassination classroom. The ludicrosity of this world was almost laughable, yet a kind of melancholy was fostered around it.

"Yo! Nagisa! Girl, what's up?" was mixed with the occasional wolf-whistle as she passed. Nagisa could feel himself starting to blush at the constant onslaught of comments and harassment. Keeping the straight face with much difficulty, he eventually started to go red.

By 7:40 Nagisa was running to the 'A' Class just to escape the perverseness of this world and the people in it. "Shit, I'm gonna break that goddamn game when I get back to my original body." He thought to himself, all the while trying to fight down the flush that was currently on her face. She slid the door to the 'A' Class open, and calmly stood at the back. Her plan was to stay out of everyone's way and wait until they were seated so she could find her seat without looking like a fool. At least that was the plan. So when Amano started walking over to her she started panicking.

'What do I do? Do I tell him to piss off? Do I encourage him over? Am I friends with him? Do I hate him? What if this Amano is really nice?' He thought.

"Yo Nagisa. So how 'bout it? Tomorrow?"

"Y- y- yeah, sure." He said in reply. 'Wait, what the fuck's happening on Saturday?'

"Alrigh' see ya there at ten, okay?" And as if without a care in the world, he sauntered off to talk with his freakish friends about something about "pulling" and "council".

As it turned out, Nagisa didn't have much time to think about what was being said, for the homeroom teacher came in, and thus started the Friday morning from hell.