The sound of a whip cracking, and swinging chains echo throughout the poorly lit, dark room. The only sources of radiance is the small window on one side of the wall, and the two candles faintly emanating light. One located by the locked door, the other in the furthest corner of the room.
As Nagisa hears the clicks of the door unlocking, he mentally prepares himself and does the normal protocol: smile and lift his head to greet his mother, while his wrists and ankles are firmly locked to the shackles connecting to the floor and ceiling; which propels him upwards.
"You know the drill, Nagisa. Bad children must be punished. This is so you learn to be someone mommy can be proud of. So, I'm gonna try to not stain your beautiful blue hair this time, but from here on out I'm going to make this more painful, so smile for mommy," Nagisa's mother says with pitch black pupils and a crazed smile.
"P-Please mom! I said I was-"
Before Nagisa could finish his sentence, he realizes someone saying something... Calling him? Somewhere far from his grasp, in the distance…? As Nagisa began to open his eyes, he realized he'd fallen asleep during one of Koro-sensei's lectures.
And the one to wake him up from his nightmare? None other than Koro-sensei himself.
"Nagisa-kun! Next time, please do your best to get a good night's sleep, so you don't sleep during class! Your sleep and education are both very important," says Koro-sensei.
As soon as their sensei appeared back in front of the chalkboard, most of the class began to laugh at the comment made by their sensei; while Nagisa awkwardly blushed, sinking further into his desk. He tried to mask his embarrassment from the class by folding his arms to shield his face until he calmed down.
How embarrassing, but luckily... It was just a dream.. Of a memory, I guess. Nagisa thought, in slight relief as he began to sit back up, using his palm to remove the light sweat from his brow.
"Alright class E, we will be working on science projects that should take around a week long in groups of two. The theme is... Explosions! Nurufufufu! So you have the option to choose between making a visual mini form of an explosion of any kind, or write up a report on explosions of any kind and how they work. The choice is yours, but you MUST work in these partners," their teacher states before pulling out a list.
As Koro-sensei read out the pairing list, Nagisa felt a combination of nervousness, and relief when he heard his friend Karma's name paired with his. He loved spending time with Karma in general, even more than his other friends, though he wasn't exactly sure why.
As he turned around, Nagisa's azure eyes met the taller redhead's, amber like eyes. Karma immediately flashed his devilish grin, wide enough that most of his teeth were visible, while signaling a "V", for victory sign. This left Nagisa's heart beating even faster and his cheeks feeling warm.
Maybe I'm getting sick? I hope I don't give anyone a cold or anything like that, 'cause this seems to be happening more often now...
After Koro-sensei finished his lecture, he left the class at his top speed to a baseball game in America. The class, no longer surprised by their sensei's speed, continued to pack up their stuff, and leave the classroom in their project pairs, discussing what they'd do.
While Nagisa was packing, Karma silently approached his desk.
"Yo, Nagisa, nice job sleeping in class earlier, pretty gutsy! So do you wanna come by my house to work on the project? Nobody's home anyways," says the taller teen.
Surprised and somewhat embarrassed by Karma's sudden proposition, the smaller teen nervously responds, "U-uh, sure! I just can't stay too late or my mom'll get mad though..." Wait, I might be sick, maybe I shouldn't, I'd just get in his wa-
"Alright! Get prepared, because I already have a bunch of explosion related plans on reserve. We'll easily ace this project, just leave it to me," Karma says, gesturing towards his purple notebook with a skull in the center of it, and words below it reading: 'Be Prepared'.
Nagisa chuckled off Karma's comment, a sound that Karma couldn't deny he loved hearing, before the two began walking their way out of the classroom together.