"Don't look at me like that," Nagisa's mother said, gripping the steering wheel like she was choking it. He was almost surprised she wasn't doing the same to him.

Nagisa was out of tears, so he just kept his eyes down, praying the journey would be over soon. All he wanted to do was shut himself in his room and hide forever. Everything felt like a bad dream, like he could wake up in his bed, completely fine, at any moment. He was much too solid for it to be some nightmare situation tucked in the depths of his brain. That didn't mean it felt real, though. Considering his mother hadn't let him say yes to a print of the ultrasound, there was no physical evidence of it.

"Nagisa." Her tone was sharper than the blade Takaoka had given him. "Stop being so pathetic."

He clenched his fist and kept quiet, staring out of the windows as buildings went by. It didn't help when he started to recognise the structures closer to the apartment building. He hadn't taken the anti-nausea tablets the doctor had given him, but he was sure the feeling of impending doom was making it much worse. His mother was silent when she finally pulled the car to stop, probably in an attempt not to make a scene for the neighbours.

The pretence was over the moment Nagisa closed the door behind him. Like the entire room had been doused in shadows. A shudder ran through him. This was worse than when he'd initially been transferred into class 3E, so much worse. She'd been angry back then, livid and disappointed in him. But with the way she was looking at Nagisa, it was almost as if he was dead in her eyes.

"First," she said with a tone that could be mistaken for nonchalance, "you get transferred down a class. And now this?"

"I-I don't-"

There was only ice in her eyes. "Call up the clinic right now, I want you to get rid of it as soon as possible."

He felt frozen. It didn't feel real yet, and now it would be gone? Perhaps that was easiest, and Nagisa could pretend none of this ever happened. The mere thought seemed to go against him on an instinctual level. He was certain that he had it in him to kill, but something so defenceless… Even if it felt hypothetical, he knew he couldn't do it willingly. Not before he'd processed it.

"I can't." He said, way firmed than he felt.

Her fist clenched. "You're fourteen years old, Nagisa. You're still a child."

Nagisa shook. "I can't kill it."

"How do you possibly think you can look after a baby?"

He didn't know.

"You can't f-force me."

She looked at him in disgust. "Get out of here. I don't even want to look at your face. You won't be welcome in this home until it's gone."

Honestly, he should have seen that coming a mile off. It wasn't the first time she'd thrown him out, but he had a feeling that she definitely meant it. His legs carried him independently towards his bedroom, surprisingly cold despite the summer heat. He didn't know how much to pack, so settled for just a couple of outfits, plus his school stuff, or anything else that was completely essential. By the time he emerged from his room, his mother was nowhere to be seen, and he was able to slip out silently, turning his back on his life.

A few doors down, Nagisa stood for a moment to collect his thoughts, before knocking lightly. This was not an unfamiliar position to be in, stranded in the hallway with only a backpack's worth of belongings. It had happened just a few months ago, when he was originally transferred. Though, a small chill ran through Nagisa's bones, and he knew deep down this held a greater sense of permanency.

"Oh," the elderly woman swung the door open. "Nagisa chan!"

Nagisa forced himself to smile and lightly bow politely. "Good evening, Hiranka san."

She let her eyes rake over him, before sighing and stepping aside. "You'd better come in."

He nodded once more out of politeness, and stepped inside the apartment. Whereas his own was mostly very clean and white, like something out of a catalogue most of the time, Hiranka san's home immediately smelt of old dust from the collection of ornaments that covered every spare surface. Though he'd offered to clean more than a few times, the least he could do in return for somewhere to stay, she'd rejected him. Nagisa always wondered if she found the smell comforting or something, like an ancient book shop.

At least she didn't ask why he was here, a tradition he much appreciated. Nagisa knew he wouldn't be able to hide it for long, though. Oh god, was he going to get fat?! He made his way to the small, second room. Hiranka san had been his babysitter when he was younger, and the room was like a second home to him. Setting his bag down on the futon, he stepped quietly to the wall, stroking his finger tip against the rip in the paper he'd caused when he was seven.

Slowly, he drew his hand down again, and rested it against his stomach for the first time. It felt just as flat as usual, in fact, he was sure a large meal would have made it more swollen. Before his mother had made him leave the appointment, Doctor Kawahara had told them that the baby was around the size of a bean. That didn't seem so scary…

Nagisa knew that he couldn't get rid of it. It was ridiculous, but it was almost as if he felt a kind of flutter or warmth underneath his hand. Logically, that didn't mean he'd actually have to keep it, either. There were plenty of people out there who wanted a baby, much more than he did. It would just mean holding out for a few months, in which it would be bigger than bean sized and a thousand times more terrifying. It was some kind of plan, at least. Nagisa felt more comfortable with having a plan.

Eight or nine weeks, the doctor had said. She'd told him that he would have an appointment with an actual midwife, to confirm it officially. Alone in that dark bedroom, Nagisa knew he had to admit it to himself. There was only one night he didn't really remember, a result of a hang out turned party that got out of control, and one person he'd woken up with in an incriminating enough position. With the haze of the alcohol that had been brought out, Nagisa had very limited memory of what had actually happened that night, but he'd silently prayed it hadn't gone that far.

He at least had the right to know. Cringing slightly, Nagisa pulled out his phone, opening up LINE.

-Hey

-Thanks for taking me to the hospital earlier

-Can we talk about something?


Under the sweltering sun, responsible for the heat wave that was plaguing Tokyo, Nagisa dragged his feet down the mountain. Even Ritsu didn't seem to have any idea where Korosensei was taking them. All Nagisa wanted to do was nap, honestly. It had only been a few days, but now he knew the cause of his 'mystery illness', the symptoms hit him tenfold. At least the anti-nausea tablets had done absolute wonders. Nagisa no longer had the desire to throw up every five minutes.

"Hey, Nagisa kun." Karma caught up from behind him.

It caused Nagisa to jump slightly, not prepared for Karma to suddenly want to talk to him. He hadn't replied to Nagisa's message, and honestly Nagisa didn't know how to bring it up. Karma was already completely unpredictable, so he couldn't see how dropping that bombshell would go well at all. Making he should just bake it into a cake or something.

"I hear you really did a number the other day. I sure wish I could've seen that assassination of yours."

There was a certain edge to the end of his tone, as if he'd wanted to say something else entirely. Being Karma of course, he recovered quickly, keeping his posture tall. Nagisa had doubts about his fight with Takaoka. Though he'd proven he could assassinate a human, Korosensei was an entirely new ball game. He wondered how well he'd be able to stab a knife with life growing rapidly beneath his skin.

Nagisa couldn't help but beam under the praise, regardless. Another side effect of his condition – now that he knew he was an omega, some sort of placebo effect had kicked his newfound instincts into overdrive. At least he wasn't drooling over the scent of every alpha that came his way, but Karma's approval made his legs a little wobbly.

"Alright, we're here!" Korosensei finally announced, turning to face them. "Behold!" He pulled back the bushes they'd stopped in front of, revealing an expanse of water. "A pool I made specially for E Class!"

In the height of summer, the pool looked incredibly inviting. He could practically feel the ghost of the cool water against his skin, some much needed relief. Everybody cheered at the sight, stripping their clothes off rapidly. Nagisa almost did the same, yet his fingers stilled on the hem of his t shirt. He'd spent at least an hour tiptoeing up in front of a mirror to survey his stomach from every angle. There was no discernable bump, but he was frightened to reveal it, nonetheless. Swallowing in shame, Nagisa made his way over to the shade, where a few sun loungers had been set up.

"Nagisa kun?" Sugino looked over his shoulder. "Aren't you coming?"

His eyes raked to the ground. "I'm still kind of sick, swimming can't be good for it."

At least he seemed to accept that with a shrug, not questioning it further. Nagisa wasn't sure if he could deal with that right now. He settled down on the lounger, the other one taken up by Hazama, and instantly felt better to be off his feet. Though hopefully the sickness would be over soon without the need for pills, it would only make sense that the exhaustion got worse. He forced himself to keep his eyes open though, watching his classmates play around in the pool. Nagisa supposed he didn't have the right to be a child anymore.

The mood shifted when Kurahashi attempted to splash Korosensei, causing a huge amount of alarm from their teacher. Karma decided to mess with him, rocking the lifeguard chair back and forth, threatening to push him into the water.

"Karma kun! Stop it! I'll fall in!" Korosensei continued to shriek, until he noticed the class stare at him with rapt attention. "Oh, I just don't like swimming is all. It's not like my tentacles get all swollen up so I can't move or anything…"

Korosensei couldn't swim! Nagisa instantly logged that in his mind. He'd been writing down all of Korosensei's weaknesses, but finally they'd come across something truly useful. If they could get their teacher weak, he'd lose the incredible Mach 20 skill that made him so impossible to kill. When Nagisa returned to Hiranka san's apartment, he immediately made for the notebook he'd been keeping, adding it to his previous list of weaknesses. He decided on highlighting it with a massive ring around it. This really could finally be something actually usable. Though Nagisa wasn't good at coming up with plans for himself, the endless streak of possibilities.

Though nobody else had come up with anything either the next day, there was definitely a shift in the mood, a buzz under everybody's skin that they might have some kind of chance. Korosensei didn't seemed too phased by the reveal, acting like his normal self. Nagisa watched amongst the others as their teacher demonstrated his fake motorbike.

The moment was cut short, Terasaka slamming his way in. "What are you doing, Yoshida?"

"Hey, Terasaka!" Yoshida replied. "The two of us were talking motorcycles the other day, since no one else here is into them."

"Not only am I a grown up," Korosensei explained, "I am also a capital M Man among men. I've been known to dabble in this kind of hobby. And this baby can hit 300 kilometres an hour. What I wouldn't give to ride the real thing one day!"

Yoshida pointed a finger. "You kidding? It'd be faster to just hold it and fly!"

Though amongst everyone else Nagisa laughed, something appeared to boil in Terasaka's blood. He stepped forward and kicked the bike over sullenly, causing Korosensei to freak out.

"Geez Terasaka, what was that for?" Yoshida reprimanded.

"You apologise!" Nakamura joined in. "The not only am grown up, but also capital M Man among men Korosensei is crying."

Terasaka didn't seem to be phased by their complaints. "You guys are just buzzing like a bunch of bugs." He reached behind him. "Time for an extermination!"

He tossed an aerosol can onto the floor, causing it to burst open and flood the room. Nagisa wasn't directly close to it, but even from where he was stood it reeked of chemicals, swiftly flooding the room. He found himself spluttering as the air was poisoned by it, trying to keep it out of his lungs.

"Terasaka!" Korosensei raised his voice. "Pranks are pranks, but this is going too-"

Terasaka shrugged the tentacle off his shoulder. "Don't touch me, monster. You're beyond creepy – and so are all of you, getting pulled into being all buddy buddy with the monster!"

The atmosphere soured completely. Though Korosensei was technically their target, Nagisa like most his other classmates had grown to actually like him a lot. He'd witnessed it himself, Korosensei went above and beyond any other teacher he'd ever had in the past. Though they were still definitely trying to assassinate him, there was no hatred in any of their hearts.

Karma was leant casually against the wall. "Don't get your panties in a twist. If you don't like it, just kill him. I mean, that's kind of what we're here for."

It was plainly a challenge, and Terasaka picked up on it. "You trying to start something? Fine by me! From day one you've been-"

He stepped forward, but before he could even lay a hand on Karma, he was grabbed firmly by the face. "Now now Terasaka, if you want to fight, actions must come before words."

Nobody missed it when Teraska's legs shook under the grip. Karma was an alpha, a fact he was making obvious. Despite being shorter physically, it definitely felt as if Terasaka was below Karma's foot, he himself only a (perhaps overcompensating) beta. With just a gaze, the high tilt of his chin, and the scent he casually released, Karma was easily able to display his dominance. It made Nagisa's legs tremble, just a little.

Humiliated, Terasaka slapped his hand away. "Let me go! Bunch of losers."

He stormed off, but the atmosphere dragged behind him. Terasaka's anger issues were the least of Nagisa's worries, though the tension didn't make anything easier. Karma had raised quite a good point, one that Nagisa himself had been thinking. They had the means to kill Korosensei, so why not come up with a plan?