Chapter 1

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"I wanted to write 'I want' because wanting is one of the things I wanted most in my life."

~ Jarod Kintz ~

-x-

When I was young, there was this one time when a distant relative of ours came to visit and asked me this:

"What would you like for your birthday, Hajime-kun?"

"I want a rabbit!" I answered hopefully.

The very next day, a rabbit was delivered to me. With pure white covering its entire body, two large glossy eyes, and an adorable twitching snout, I was only too happy to receive it. Cuddling it and snuggling it, I fed it under the watchful eyes of my parents.

"Thank you so much! I promise to look after it and feed it every day!" I promised that relative.

For some reason, Father and Brother both hated that rabbit with a passion. Animals, they always say, were inferior. Inferior beings have no place amongst humans, much less amongst the perfect family they thought us to be. We ought to be perfect. Impeccable.

However, seeing my simple happiness, they indulged me for a little.

A month later, while cleaning out its pen, the rabbit bit me.

Enraged, my older twin – Asano Gakushu – tore it from my hands and kicked it far away from us. Grabbing my hands gingerly in his, he murmured gently and comfortingly, urging me to walk back into the house. However, all I could focus on was the red blooming against the white – the light fading in those dulling eyes.

"Pathetic thing should have never gone against its master." Gakushu spat.

I never had a pet ever again.

-x-

Two years later, at a Christmas party, I watched Santa pick up a blue-haired child and sat him on his lap.

"What would you like, dear little one?" He asked, voice gruff but smooth.

The child – with shocking long blue hair and blue eyes – gazed at him for but a moment before clutching onto the red fabric with tiny hands.

"I'm sorry, but I cannot want anything without mother agreeing to it." He murmured.

Santa, perplexed, talked to him in low tones for several seconds before letting him off.

I gazed at that boy for just a moment longer than I should and walked away.

When the party ended, I found him sitting beside me. We were both waiting. Amongst the many kids who attended this large party, we were both the last ones to leave, as our parents were apparently both busy.

I had anticipated this.

Father, I knew, would go pick up Gakushu at the other party before coming over to this one. It was lonely yet relieving at the same time as Father is infallible as a stone wall and cold as ice.

Donned in my winter clothes, I was tracing circles with my feet when the blue-haired boy talked.

"Why…didn't you ask for a gift?" His voice was girlish yet boyish both at the same time.

I stopped my feet and blinked blankly up into blue eyes that were surprised to see my brown eyes.

"Because I cannot want anything without Father and Brother agreeing to it." I repeated his words for him.

There was a bubble of understanding and shock that I saw in those blue orbs. In that moment, it felt as if there was a stronger bond between us than there ever could be between Gakushu and myself despite being twins.

This boy, I knew, was oppressed by his mother, just as I was by my Father and Brother. We were both forced into the mould that we could never fit, and we both kept our feelings under wraps despite feeling uncomfortable, afraid to go against the iron fists that raised us.

It felt nice knowing that there was someone in this world who understood. At the same time, it felt painfully intimate to have my feelings known to a stranger like him.

I looked down, flushed at that weird feeling, and tucked my hands beneath my lap.

I wonder if I should talk to him. I wonder if Father and Brother would accept him.

As such hesitant thoughts swirled around in my mind, the boy-who-is-so-similar-to-me made a decision. I flinched when his hands grabbed mine, holding it securely in his palm.

"…Is it okay if we be friends?" He murmured gently, smiling so vibrantly despite everything.

"I…I cannot want anything." I looked down, ashamed.

He was offering his friendship, and despite everything, I still dare not want anything. Memories of that tiny rabbit came to mind, its whiskers painted in blood and unmoving. This boy was tiny, just like I am, and Brother and Father are oppressive and big.

"In your place, I'll want things for you then." He stated, a simple solution.

"But your mother…"

"…will definitely agree to having a friend like you." His smile was so sincere it made me feel blush. He is such a bright and pure person, unlike me. If only I was a little bit more like him… "What is your name? I am Shiota Nagisa."

"…Asano Hajime."

"Let's be friends, Hajime-kun!"

"M-mh."

-x-

Nagisa, I learnt, is like an elevator door to most people.

At times, when you press the right buttons, the door would open up and one would peer inside and see the truth behind the tall wall Nagisa has put up. Other times, Nagisa merely maintained a low profile, keeping up the face of a kind, open classmate.

I am glad to be one of the only few he is constantly open to. Even if it was only granted, given our similarities, I felt privileged to know I was wanted despite my preservations about wanting.

The first time I felt that was that first time he appeared before me with a slap mark on his face.

"Nagisa…" I whispered, knowing he would understand my worries.

Sky blue eyes blinked, wavering for just a second long enough that even I could see through the darkness within, before he gave a close-eyed smile.

"Mother hit me for wanting to play!" That smile was exactly what he normally gave the others, but the quiver in his voice told me what I needed to know.

I frowned and dragged Nagisa gently behind a tree – away from the playground and all the other ignorant children. Sitting him down on the ground, I spoke as I rummaged my bag for the first aid kit I always had with me, looking carefully away from him.

"Here, nobody can see you cry other than me, Nagisa."

Silence resounded for a long while after my words before the first of the sniffles broke. I carefully treated his cheek, carefully navigating around the tears all the while.

I wondered if I should say sorry; He did get that mark because he wanted to come out to play with me. I wonder if I should hug him; He did say that he would help me want things, and that was the origin of this incident. I wonder if I should do anything.

"If one day you feel like crying, call me. I don't promise that I can make you laugh, but I can cry with you." The words I blurted out of my mind made blue eyes look up at me curiously. I flushed. "…Robert J. Lavery."

"I can't want anything, Nagisa, but you can." I said, looking away. "What do you want me to do now?"

He blinked. He sniffled. And then, he smiled.

Chuckling softly under his breath, I was bewildered when I was pulled into his chest and held there by surprisingly strong arms. Hesitantly, I looked up and our eyes met.

The blue eyes that gazed down at me were as blue as the sky, gentler than anything I've ever seen, and filled with tears that rained down on my face like pure crystals.

"For now…" He smiled. "Just stay with me, Hajime."

"Okay." I choked out, looking at anything but his face. Even so, I could not help but occasionally look back at him. Every time I did, he would be staring at me with that puzzling emotion in his eyes.

Perhaps that was when friendship turned into love.

-x-

When we were twelve, Nagisa made a new friend named Akabane Karma.

His first words to me were:

"Are you like that asshole of your brother?"

I blinked, saw Nagisa shocked at his friend, and cocked my head blankly, shaking my head.

"I'm quiet and imperfect, so you need not worry."

"I see." The grin that spread over his face told me I had just passed a test or two.

With a sly grin always constantly on, he was your typical manipulative good boy character. In some ways, he reminded me of my brother, and yet, unlike him, Karma was straight forward with his intentions, naïve in ways that made me smiled.

Spending day after day with him, it was only natural that Nagisa fell for his charms.

"But I love you at the same time, Hajime." The serious eyes made me blink blankly.

"But I cannot desire." I repeated, just as I have so many times, and he nodded.

"I know."

Karma's answer to Nagisa's sudden confession one summer evening was point blank.

"I love the both of you; I love the Hajime who's always so irritatingly caring and blunt, and I love the Nagisa who's in love with Hajime." He grinned, only a hint of pink on his cheeks giving away his embarrassment. "I love you guys."

"I love you too." Nagisa nodded.

"…But I can't desire you guys." The words felt out of place in such a situation.

I looked down, hiding a flush behind my messy platinum blond locks.

A hand descended down on my head, ruffling my locks fondly.

"We know, but we love you anyways." Nagisa only smiled.

Gentle and kind, these two best friends of mine were. Love was too early for us, and these may become empty words in the future, but nevertheless, I cannot deny I felt a rush of happiness at their words.

-x-

When I was thirteen, things started becoming too much.

Perhaps the Asano in me was finally starting to take shape. Perhaps the rebellious stage was taking over for once. Needless to say, I felt a nagging sense of irritation towards my family.

I wanted to be able to decide my own club activities without them always changing clubs for me. I wanted to be able to decide my own schedule. I wanted to be able to choose my own friends. I did not want to be Father's proud heir. I did not want to scowl down on Class E's students. I did not want to be that weak little brother who needed looking after.

For the second time in my life, I wanted things. But for too long now, I have abided by the King and the Prince's rules. Just a look at those brown orbs now told me anything I want was sure to be rejected. Just like that rabbit. And so, I kept my desires under wraps and continued about my days.

Class E, I soon discovered, were blessed.

They had the silence that the city did not allow. They had the traditional things which were frowned upon on the main campus. They had friends who did not threaten them daily with 'Class E'.

On days without Nagisa or Karma – we were in different classes, me and them – I sneaked into Class E's secret library.

The books there were covered with comprehensive notes, a far more useful material compared to those in the main campus' library, and there were literature not within the curriculum as well.

On one of those days I sneaked in, a teacher caught me.

"You-! You're the Chairman's son, aren't you? What are you doing here?" She questioned incredulously.

All I did was to pursue my lips and look away.

If this gets to Father, I am screwed for certain. Just like that rabbit, I wonder what if this library would be torn down. Inferior beings should not go against their masters, that was the law all Asano – other than me – lived by. Since I went against that law, it was only right that the object defying that law be removed.

Such a pity this is…Considering the good literature there are here.

I closed my eyes, giving a minute of silence for the loss before looking up at the teacher.

"…What is your name?" She asked instead.

I blinked and slowly, I answered.

"…Asano Hajime."

"Well, Hajime-kun – you don't mind me calling you that, do you?" I shook my head and she winked. "I won't tell the Chairman about this little thing, so come here and play whenever you will! In return, talk to me if you have any problems and let me talk to you about mine as well!"

Watching her walk away, I wondered if she was joking. A student playing counsellor sounds just like my brother, not a duty befitting for me.

The next day, she brought me red bean soup and talked – really talked – about her students. She spilled her worries about her students, sighed about their attitude, and released her stress in a long ramble that sounded like a long line of curses.

"If only I can get anything I want…I want to plant a tree of hope and delegate a fruit to each of them." I stared as she slumped. Her imageries were weird yet comprehensible. "You understand that, don't you?"

"…I don't." A small white lie. "I've never wanted anything ever since I was five, so wanting is a concept that is incomprehensible to me."

"Eh?! Really?!" She asked, eyes wide. "If that's the case, you've never really had much of a life then."

"If wanting means living, then I suppose I don't." I agreed, handing her an unused pen I bought the other day. Her bewildered look was fascinating to look at. "Here. In return for the red bean soup today."

I looked back down at my books, allowing the black and white to envelope me once more. She was staring, that much was for certain, but I was used to having people stare at me because of the attention-seeking things Father and Brother are always making me do. For her, she even makes numerous expressions to go along with her thoughts.

Ignoring was marginally harder because of that, but still, it was easy.

"That's it!" She slammed her hands on the desk and stood up. Pointing at me, she proclaimed loudly. "Let's make a bet, Hajime-kun! A bet that would resolve that problem of yours right away!"

"…Problem?" I sweatdropped.

"For a month now, I will do everything I can to make you want something enough that you would say it aloud and act on it!" She announced. "If I succeed, I win, and you have to tutor some Class E students in your free time. If you win, I'll do anything you ask for a day! Is that agreeable?!"

…How could I refuse when she's already so adamant about it?

"…Whatever."

-x-

That one month excluded the holidays, meaning it included the days after promotion into the third year of Middle School. I got down with a cold for a few weeks, meaning that one month lasted long after the third year begun.

When I returned, too much information was forced into me.

Nagisa was placed in Class E; Karma was suspended for attacking a Class A student; And that blabbermouth, irritating, graceless yet good teacher was dead.

I should have sensed something.

There was something in those gazes Nagisa and Karma had exchanged over those days when they came to visit me in my sickbed, something that I was missing out on. I should have known as much, yet I let the lull of sleep lure me into oblivion, forgetting the things I want to ask.

Why, I was an idiot.

I packed up in class and I went off to visit Karma.

He was naked waist up when he opened the door, his mercury eyes wide with shock.

"H-Hajime…!"

I frowned up at him and cocked my head.

"What happened." It was a demand, not a question. "I return to school one day and they tell me you attacked a teacher. I doubt that is the truth."

It wasn't, judging by the hardening of those eyes.

Pursuing his lips, Karma turned away and tried to close the door.

"Leave, Hajime."

"I need the truth." I insisted.

"Knowing it won't help you in anyway." He stated.

"I want the truth to help you, Karma." I stated.

"It won't help me-"

"You don't get it, do you? I want to help you, Karma." I emphasized on the two words, watching in amusement as those mercury eyes widen.

To hell with the bet. She's already won from the beginning, ever since I stuck myself onto these two.

"Tell me. Please."

He stared at me for a good minute before making a decision and grabbing my wrist gently.

"Come in."

The truth was decidedly more different compared to the summary the school crafted. It always has been that way, just as decided by that Father of mine.

And just as always, the truth seems to bother Karma more than he cares to show. He was looking down again, just like those times when he was thinking too much and needed someone to cheer him up. With face as dark as night and eyes swirling with a torrent of emotions, he was clearly in need of help.

I sighed gently as I ruffled his red locks, pulling him into my lap gently.

"Right is right even if no one is doing it; Wrong is wrong even if everyone is doing it. …Augustine." I recited from my memory.

The mercury eyes widened slightly at that. I combed my fingers through his hair, just as I have done so many times for the both of them, and watched his eyes close in comfort.

"I won't say that you are right, neither will I say you are wrong, Karma. But for doing what you think was right, I'm proud of you. If Nagi was here, I'm sure he would be as well."

"...You certainly are more expressive when you acknowledge the things you want." He murmured into my tummy.

"You sure are subdued when you feel sad." I retorted, pinching his cheek lightly.

"Hmph." A huff. "…How is Nagisa doing? I blew him off a few days ago."

"I don't know. And you won't either unless you go back to school soon." I stated blankly.

"School." He sighed, dragging my face down to his.

I flushed as our lips met in an innocent kiss, looking away from those amused mercury eyes staring up at me. Pulling away, I covered my lips with the back of my sleeve and sighed.

"We are too young for this, Karma-kun."

"And now it's back to '-kun' again?" He teased.

I shot him a glare and dropped his head, walking away.

"I'm just teasing, Hajime!"

-x-

Karma was still suspended and Nagisa was still in class, so I waited patiently in the library for the final chime of the bell.

There was something about sitting in this very seat once more, something nostalgic and bitter-sweet. The scent of the books in the library, the chill that came from outside the opened window, the laughter of class 3-E…

Things were the same as those days with that female teacher. It felt almost as if she would come back.

I blinked as a letter dropped out of the book left on the table.

'Hajime-kun'

My name was written on the envelope in neat, cursive letters. With a right amount of wariness, I opened the envelope and read its contents.

'I am the new teacher of Class E, Koro-sensei. Before Yukimura-sensei's unfortunate death, I have spoken to her and she has told me much about you. A student who is unable to desire anything despite everything…I am fascinated by her stories about such a child. As such, even though Yukimura-sensei is no longer around, I wish to continue the bet under different conditions.'

Different conditions?

I narrowed my eyes.

'If you managed to win, you will still get a teacher as your slave for a day. However, if you lose…' My eyes widened at the following words. '…You will enter Class E, is that acceptable?'

That's…agreeable, although difficult to manage.

With Nagisa and Karma in that class, I do want to join them and be together for our last year. But with the Asato mindset Father and Brother have developed, it's next to impossible that they would allow me to enter Class E.

'If it's okay, please proceed to the next page.

I will now begin my first attempt to make you want to do something. This is the revealing of the truth, per say. But since this is a state secret, please make sure you do not reveal this to the public.

I am an artificially created creature on Earth. And even though you might think it's impossible, I can travel at Mach 20 and I was the one who blew up 70% of your moon early this year.'

…Ha?

'Don't laugh, Hajime-kun, it's the truth. Currently, Class E has been renovated into an assassination classroom since I made a deal with the government: To allow me to teach Class E of Kunugigaoka Junior Academy and in turn, the students of Class E get the opportunity to kill me at close range. Of course…That includes your precious Nagisa-kun and Karma-kun as well.'

I scowled and tightened my hands over the corners of the paper. This sensei…

'Did that make you want to kill me? If you want to kill me, please use that anti-sensei sword and those weapons at the corner of the library? Although…If you did try to kill me, it would mean that you wanted to protect Nagisa-kun and Karma-kun, wouldn't it? It would be your loss!'

He's annoying!

I sighed as I squashed the piece of paper, grabbing the sword nimbly.

This…Koro-sensei…certainly knows all the right buttons to press. The moment Nagisa and Karma's safety was put into question, he knew I wouldn't be able to refuse. Not to mention, to know my strength in Kendo and to hand the weapon over to me so confidently…

Even against Father and Brother, he would be a difficult opponent.

-x-

The day had ended off like any other day.

Throughout class, Nagisa had filled his thoughts with Karma and Hajime, worrying repeatedly over whether they would be alright. The last time he had seen Karma, the redhead had dismissed him in his pain. The last time he saw Hajime, he had still been down with a high fever, wrapped in layers of blankets and panting heavily.

Worrying has always been Hajime's job, but he wondered if they were doing okay.

He wondered if he should have been more going and forceful with them.

Even if they were their own person, they were his as well. Nagisa has always considered them as his people – his lovers – and considered his thoughts to be for their welfare.

His thoughts came to a screeching halt the moment Koro-sensei opened the door and walked through it – only for all eight of his tentacles to be cut.

It took a moment to process. The sight of that powerful Koro-sensei with a third of his body sliced away from him when they could not even remove one of his tentacles.

Someone screamed and the students near the door jumped back in shock.

It was a wire. An anti-sensei wire that was set up such that it was invisible to them all.

As Koro-sensei's upper body fell forward, there was the sound of something tripping. All of a sudden, a bucket of anti-sensei bullets were raining down on Koro-sensei from the ceiling, the pink even more dangerous than when shot from a gun.

And just a moment before Koro-sensei fell to the ground, Nagisa's eyes widened.

He saw that tell tale platinum blond hair. He saw the warm brown orbs flickering to his for a moment before looking back down.

Hajime stuck out his sword, waiting for the moment the yellow octopus dropped to the ground before stabbing his sword down into the ground, pinning part of Koro-sensei to where he was.

Koro-sensei, Nagisa knew, could escape even without his tentacles. But when there is a sword tying him down to where all the pink bullets were falling, it was just impossible for him to escape.

Koro-sensei was going to die.

The realization hit him hard.

Steam then exploded, surprising the students with its large amount. When the vapour has all but disappeared, Nagisa blinked, wide eyed at the transparent skin that was on the ground. Hajime stared blankly, unfazed by his apparent failure.

Koro-sensei was at the side, panting heavily at it.

"Thank goodness I still had my molting skin!" He said, relief clear in his voice.

The students of Class E only stared, wide-eyed at the show they were given. It was the closest anyone has ever come to killing Koro-sensei. Not to mention, the student who was the cause of it was familiar to them.

"Oi…Isn't that the Chairman's son?"

"Y-Yeah, it's that kid who's always jumping clubs."

"What is he doing here?"

Hajime was slightly irked by the whispers, Nagisa could tell as much.

Narrowing his eyes, Nagisa frowned as he approached his friend, grabbing his shoulder gently but firmly.

Hajime, with all his messy platinum blond locks and sharp but warm chocolate brown eyes, looked towards him blankly, a hint of concern touching his eyes. He was just the slightest bit shorter than Nagisa – all the good genes were stolen away by his twin Gakushu – but even with that, he seemed taller, regal almost, because of the confident, casual way he stood.

"What are you doing here, Hajime?" He questioned.

Not that he wasn't happy about seeing Hajime, but a Class A student should not be seen around this campus or they will be demoted. And there was Hajime's sickly health, too, to consider. Having just recovered from one bout of illness, it would be unfortunate if the dusty environment here cause yet another one of those endless bouts of illnesses.

"I wanted to kill this 'Koro-sensei' of yours." Hajime stated blankly, just as always. His face was stiffer than usual as he tightened his hands painfully over his sword, glaring down at the octopus. "I wanted to kill him."

Nagisa tensed. 'Wanted'-?

"Oh my, I suppose you have found that letter of mine then, haven't you?" Koro-sensei smirked. Green stripes painted his face as he stood up and looked smugly down at them. "And since you 'wanted' something, I suppose the bet is in my favour then."

What? What bet?

Sky blue eyes flashed as they peered down at his friend. Hajime only stared, straightforward as always, and frowned.

"Yes, it is."

"I see…" Koro-sensei wiggled his tentacles, pleased. "Did the thought of having Nagisa-kun and Karma-kun under my tutelage really displease you that much?"

"Yes, it did."

"Urgh." It's self destruction, Nagisa deadpanned watching Koro-sensei flinch and shrivel up.

"I will get ready all documents and I will attend Class E from tomorrow onwards." Hajime stated, turning away. "Please take care of me from now on, Koro-sensei."

He walked away, his steps sharp but his shoulders slumping a little.

Nagisa frowned as he ran after him, ignoring shouts of his own name.

"Just what was that just now, Hajime?" He asked, allowing the demand to seep into his voice, accompanying the concern he was feeling.

A dry cough was his response.

"What caused you to be so angry?"

A tiny shake of the head to discourage him from asking.

"Are you really going to be in Class E?"

A tiny nod, an affirmative.

Nagisa decided that he hated the silence afterall. Allowing a frown to take over his face – one which he wouldn't dare show in the presence of Class E – he wrapped his hand around that tiny, breakable wrist and dragged him behind a tree like that one day at the playground.

Tilting his face up, Nagisa dropped his lips down on his, sky blue eyes staring into widened, flustered chocolate browns just like that day.

His hands were twitching, Nagisa noticed. His face were painfully red, a sharp contrast against his usually pale and sick pallor. And he was reminded once again that that blushing habit of his was something that was awfully charming, something that easily found a place in both his and Karma's hearts. With one kiss or two, that emotionless countenance of his easily fell down, leaving behind a blushing boy behind.

Karma and Nagisa both loved the control they had over him.

They parted, a trail of saliva stuck between them.

Nagisa held his face as he panted, wiping his thumb gingerly against those lips glistening with evidence of their deed.

Is it okay for him to open the door so easily? Is it okay to reveal his uncertainties?

He brushed aside those questions easily and stated, looking into warm chocolate browns.

"You can want things now." He said, voice deeper than usual.

Hajime paused, stared, and nodded regrettably.

"But even so, do you still want me?" Nagisa asked, allowing the sadness to seep into his voice.

There was no pause this time round. Hajime nodded, firmly and confidently.

"Since I can desire now, I love both you and Karma." He said proudly.

Nagisa blinked at the sincerity in those words, surprised by the vibrancy of that blank expression and those shining brown eyes.

Slowly, he smiled.

-x-

"I want to enter Class E."

Those words made brown eyes flicker up at once.

Father. Chairman. Asano. This person was all three of them when he smiled coldly at me, his eyes tearing down my defences and digging for the reasons in my eyes.

"Why." It was a demand, not a question.

His eyes were glinting, narrowing, threatening. And despite having to use everything I have to go up against those eyes, I said:

"Because." I answered, knowing it was childish of me.

The tension increased. Father frowned before smirking, looking so incredibly smug it unnerved me.

"I see." He stated. With his hands arranging documents, he continued blankly. "Very well. Since it has got to do with the security of our students, I will allow you to enter Class E this time round."

I nodded, waiting for more.

"However…" His eyes turned condescending. "Do make sure you take care of that pet of yours a little bit better this time round, or who knows what unfortunate things might happen."

I tensed, clenching my fists tightly.

It was both a warning and a threat.

Don't let Class E go against the main campus, or the same tragic end will happen just like that rabbit of yours the last time round.

"…I will." I promised determinedly before turning around.

-x-

"Things will be alright." Nagisa whispered to me as we left the main campus. "Koro-sensei will definitely protect Class E."

"I guess." I looked down, pondering upon the words of Father when Nagisa planted yet another kiss on my head.

I flinched. I flushed. And I looked down.

"…What a wonderful couple it is I'm seeing."

Koro-sensei grinned as he flew down from the tree.

"K-K-Koro-sensei!" Nagisa exclaimed, flushing slightly as well. "This is…Well…"

"No need to explain, Nagisa-kun. I am here just for one last thing." I blinked as beady eyes turned to stare at me, the grin remaining plastered over that round face. "Hajime-kun, welcome to my class."

"…You already welcomed me just now, didn't you?" I deadpanned.

"An assassination isn't a proper greeting!" He huffed, coughing to clear his nonexistent throat. "Well, anyways, from now on, despite your relationship with Nagisa-kun and Karma-kun, please treat your other classmates well and be friends with them. Be focus in your studies, be diligent in assassinating me, just as you did today. And also, do your best in pursuing what you want."

I blinked at the last sentence and he smiled wider.

"I understand that it is difficult to admit that you want things since you've been denying it for years, but even so, try hard in pursuing it. Nagisa-kun and Karma-kun will be able to help you, so will your friends. If you have any queries, I will be there for you, too." He smiled. "Let's have a good school year ahead of us, shall we?"

Nagisa and I exchanged a glance.

"Koro-sensei," Nagisa started. "…How do you know about Hajime, Karma and me?"

"E-Eh? T-That's-!" His face turned pink.

I scowled and grabbed my sword while Nagisa whipped out his gun.

"W-Wait-! No assassinations outside school curriculum time! Please~!"

Class E; An assassination class with a weird octopus sensei.

Even though a new beginning came without warning, I could hardly wait about starting school with my companions and this odd sensei.

-x-

A/N: I think this is both okay and horrible, to be honest. Please tell me how you feel about it.