Just a little plot on Nagisa's career as a teacher.
Disclaimer: If Assassination Classroom were mine, Karma would have gotten together with Nagisa at the end of the manga. Probably. Then again, I wouldn't have been able to write out the whole series.
Everyone was rowdy, noisy and wild.
I slammed my hand onto the table and the class silenced immediately.
That's right; I was the boss.
As the man who was only 160cm entered the classroom, the other delinquents surrounded him, making stupid faces in attempts to frighten our new teacher. The college intern started crying with a 'when-and-where-did-things-go-wrong' face. Well, it was time to show him who was in charge.
I kicked my chair behind- breaking it at the same time-, walked up to the shortie, pulled his tie and bent down such that my face was only a few inches away from his. "Try ordering us around one more time... and I'll kill you."
For a moment, his expression was unreadable. Then, a loud clap resonated and I was paralysed. I felt a gust of wind and before I knew it, he was behind me, pressing a finger against a spot on my neck with his other hand turning my head away.
"Wha..."
My facial expression was the same as all the other students- shocked and astonished, except mine had fear included. The teacher, on the other hand, was wearing a smile that sent chills down my spine.
He spun me around, held my shoulders and grinned, "Good luck with that! You have until graduation!"
What?
He let go of me, turning around to pick up his book on the floor, and headed towards his desk.
For a moment, I saw an octopus in the background.
A big, yellow octopus's back, holding an attendance book with a tentacle that was separated in half, wearing some weird clothes with a tiny little hat at the top of its round head.
Again, what?
Placing the attendance book on the table, still smiling, the little creature of great monstrosities spoke, "Please be seated. I will now begin class."
I would have, in less than a second, if the chair I had kicked away earlier had not been so fragile.