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Kanda Yu was pissed.
Anyone could see that he was not teacher material. Teachers were supposed to be kind and patient. He was not kind and patient. Everything about him-the murderous glint in his eyes, the intimidating way he held his ever-present fencing foil, just screamed get the fuck out of my way or your ass will be up for sale this time tomorrow.
So how in the nine hells had his annoying housemate got him a job as a sex education teacher?
"You needed a job," Lavi had said, shrugging casually. Or as casually as one can shrug with a pointy katana at his throat.
"I know," Kanda said, grinding his teeth. "But why a sex education teacher? Wasn't the phys ed post open?"
"Nope! You're looking at Black Order High's new PE teacher!" he declared happily. "Babes doing laps, in netball minis and shorts…" he sighed, off in pornoland. "Man, I can't wait till we get to the swimming component."
Then he ran for his life, because Kanda had lunged at him with his katana and a kitchen knife.
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First day of work. He had planned on giving the students their handouts, then going back to cursing Lavi.
Unfortunately, his gory torture ideas were being interrupted with scuffles and giggles from the back. A group of girls were sneaking glances at him, and when they happened to make eye contact, they'd hide behind their handouts.
God. How annoying.
And suddenly, a scrawny boy with a mop of white hair raised his hand.
"If you want to go to the bathroom, go ahead," Kanda said.
The boy blinked.
"Um, no, it's not that, sir. I don't understand this…intercourse thing." The giggles increased.
"And your point?"
"Could you give me a practical lesson in that?"