DISCLAIMER: Naruto is not mine, sadly. The Ebay auction ended before I could finish sending my bid.
I'm toying with the idea of whether to post this in short chapters, with an update every few days, or in long chapters, with updates about a week or so apart. I hate waiting for fics, and I don't want to drag this out too much... I also don't want to disappoint, though... xD Well, review, and please tell me which you would prefer.
Iruka paused before entering his classroom. He knew this day would be... interesting, to say the least, for the class as a whole. He knew, even better, that this was one of the worst forms of yearly public humiliation, for him.
Every year he had to go through this one little unit of study with his classes, and every year he had found himself wondering if committing seppuku with the nearest remotely sharpened object were less painful than this.
However, this year in particular, his definition of 'items to be used for questionable purposes in order to save self from teaching this unit' had been expanded to include such random objects as rulers, chalk, headbands, and scrolls.
For this year in particular he thought that he would surely never be able to look his students in the eye again.