Hello lovely people! Have this fic about teacher Nagisa. It should go without saying I don't own AssClass.
"I do hope you can kill me. Before graduation, that is." These words rung in the ears of class 3-5 all that day, and many days following.
It was Nagisa Shiota's first day of teaching at Paradise High, and to say that this was not the class he had hoped for would be an understatement. The walls had been festooned with profanities, various garbage littered the floor, and- was that broken glass? The room reeked of ashes- did these students commit arson in here? The blinds on the windows were broken and holes were punched in the wall. Nagisa could have sworn he saw a small animal scurry across the floor. He hoped it was a bug and not a mouse. Nagisa sighed.
The thing one might say he had in his favor at the moment was that he seemed to have earned the class's fear... For now. But Nagisa wasn't so sure he wanted his students to fear him. What he really wanted was their trust. And their respect.
After the ... incident that morning, a tense atmosphere fell upon the classroom. This did not go unnoticed by the student teacher. Maybe I went a bit too far... Nagisa thought. Well, I did just ask them to kill me. They probably think I'm insane. They're scared of little old me. He decided to try to lighten the atmosphere a bit. Show them he's a competent teacher.
He had given them a series of short exams, just to see if everyone was on the same page, what their strengths and weaknesses were... Right now was math. And Ichiro Kagato, the student who confronted him earlier, had spent the last ten minutes staring at the same question. No movement at all, just an obvious expression of frustration and anger. He approached the delinquent.
Nagisa looked at the paper. It did not escape him that Kagato was shuddering in his seat, and looked like he was ready to bolt from the whole building. Nagisa had to suppress an eyeroll. The question was at a ninth grade level! They made eye contact, shakily.
I can't point out his flaw in front of the whole class, Nagisa considered. What would Koro-sensei do... A lightbulb went off in his head.
"Kagato," The student broke the eye contact they had. "You have cleaning duty today after school." He decided arbitrarily. "You and... Uhh, Izumoto." The towering teen had spectacularly bombed the English exam, in a way Nagisa hadn't seen even during his days in E Class.
"What?!" Kagato practically jumped out of his seat. "No I don't! You just made that up!" Upon realizing that the rest of the class was amused by his outburst, he switched his tone from scared as hell to "manly" and assertive. "I mean, uhh... I never did cleaning duty before!" It was true, he had been assigned it many times but had always refused to show.
"Well you will in this classroom."
Classes had ended for the day. The sun had shifted in the sky, sending red and orange light upon everything in the classroom. The shattered glass gave off a rainbow. How poetic, Nagisa thought. Sugaya might like to paint this image. He smiled at the memory of his old classroom. Nagisa packed his bag but stayed in the room, making things very awkward for Kagato and Izumoto.
"I'm not leaving anytime soon." He grinned at both students. The two stared at each other with an expression of what-the-fuck-did-we-get-ourselves-into. To an outsider, it would seem odd that a pair of seasoned troublemakers with perputual frowns, both of whom stood at least six feet tall, were cowering in fear of an effeminate 5'3 student teacher who could easily pass for a junior high kid. Nagisa tossed two sponges at them.
Once the board was scrubbed completely clean, Nagisa tapped the meterstick he found unceremoniously shoved into a corner and presumably forgotten about against the wall, as so to draw attention. "Don't bother with the rest of the room." His two pupils sighed in relief. "That will be a class effort, tomorrow."
He held out the meterstick to block their escape route. "But don't go just yet."
Kagato tried to muster up some confidence. "You tryin' to trap us here?"
"Yeah, Shiota-sensei, we were gonna go shoot bottle rockets."
Nagisa put down the meterstick and picked up a piece of chalk. "Do you know why I asked you to stay after?" He punctuated the inquiry with a head tilt.
"Because you needed the board clean?" Izumoto was clearly going to be a little difficult to get through to.
"Because you're a dick?" Kagato tried to project an alpha male façade.
Nagisa laughed it off. "No, and no." He walked to the squeaky clean board, twirling the chalk between his fingers. "Extra lessons." The teens groaned.
"Take a seat." He instructed them. They reluctantly obeyed. "I'm going to tell you what someone told me when I was even younger than you." A certain mach 20 yellow octopus flashed in his mind.
"Sometimes," Nagisa began writing on the chalkboard "You need to tackle a problem bit by bit before you look at the big picture." He stopped to breathe. "Let's start with something simple..."
He wrote X(5+8)=78. In bright pink chalk. That should grab their attention.
"Look at the parenthesis first. Five plus eight equals thirteen" He then wrote the sum on the board. It was now 13X = 78. "Then divide the product by 13... And you have your answer!"
Kagato's face reflected that he was... indecisive, to say the least. He didn't know whether to be impressed that this new instructor, fresh out of college, would take time out of his day to give special attention to him, or offended that his weaknesses were being acknowledged. And there was also that feeling that he could be killed at any moment...
Nagisa continued on. "This can be applied to other subjects. For instance, English-" He paused. I should go easy again. Nagisa decided. He turned back to the board. 私は学校にあるきます。Watashi wa gakkou ni arukimasu. "It translates to 'I walk to school'. Something you should be doing tomorrow morning," Nagisa noted with chargin, as he had heard that this class was infamous for truancy. "Translate it word by word. Watashi becomes I, gakkou becomes school, and aruku is to walk." He paced between the two occupied desks. "Know what the words are, then remember that English is subect-object-verb."
Izumoto, who had spent grades nine through eleven staring out the window looking for butterflies, was suddenly transfixed. His expression was more certain than his classmate's: he was shocked that he had never considered this method, and that someone had been able to explain it to him. He had been fidgeting with the sponge at his desk, but suddenly dropped it.
Nagisa knew by their reactions that they had plenty to think about for the day. Smiling, he handed them study guides he had printed out before in anticipation. "Well, I'll see you again tomorrow."
Kagato and Izumoto did not know what to do or say next. They just stared at each other. It was then that they remembered their teacher's words. I do hope you can kill me. Before graduation, that is.
Just as Nagisa was at the door, a projectile came flying at him. There was no noise, and he did not see it, but he knew it was approaching. He twirled around effortlessly- almost like a ballerina- and caught the 'weapon'. One of the sponges they just used. With a chuckle, the bluenette placed it on his own desk.
"I see you've taken my request seriously. But just some advice, please do try to be... more subtle." Their bloodlust was overwhelming. It was a dead giveaway. Once again, the pair of classmates were left dumbfounded and in awe, staring at Shiota-sensei as he exited the room.
While Nagisa walked to the train station, he couldn't help but repeat a mantra to himself. One that got him all through high school and college. Koro-sensei, I swear I'll make you proud.
There you go. Constructive criticism is always welcome.