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There was an eerie silence in the air as Narumi left. He had just delivered a devastating piece of news. There was going to be a new subject in the curriculum. And not just any subject. It was going to be the horror of horrors. The worst of the worst. The most torturous of all...
Physical Education.
They internally groaned as they thought about it again. They hated this. There would, however, always be someone who had different opinions. This time, it seemed like one person though, really liked the idea, and it was getting on everyone else's nerves.
"Eh? Why is everyone so quiet? We should be happy! PE is so fun. You know, I was really good at it back then in school..." Mikan blabbers on in her cheerful little bubble, ignoring the ominous auras of the rest around her.
Luckily for her, before the annoyed 'uns could pounce at her, the door bursts open, diverting everyone's attention.
"Wari, wari! I guess I do need a watch." The girl sighed. She seemed about their age, their height. If they didn't know better, they would have thought she was a new student. However, there was a huge and noticeable difference between her and themselves.
She was wearing track pants and a hoodie. School rules stated that no student step into class without proper uniform unless given permission. Well, that was what Inchou said anyway. Nobody else really cared about rules. That was enough, however, to plant the sinking suspicion in their minds that this girl... This girl, not even a full-grown woman, was going to be... Dare they even think it?
Their teacher.
The girl turned to face her now-students.
"Hello! I'm Kaida Yume. Your sensei for Physical Education. Any questions?" Her short and easy introduction left the students dumbfounded.
No. Way.
The room fell silent. Completely silent. The students were staring at her in disbelief, while she was grinning back at them. Finally plucking up the courage, a brave student broke the silence. He jumped up and asked, "Sensei! Um... I... We... want to know... Just... H-How old are you?"
She hardly showed any hesitation. "12 years. Why?"
The students stared at her wide-eyed and open-mouthed. She was the same age as them!
Murmurs were going around the class. Some seemed like they couldn't care less-Natsume and Hotaru. Some seemed like they were shocked beyond belief-Mikan. While some seemed to just be able to accept that fact-Ruka.
She smiled. She could not really blame them. It was quite a shock. Even she was twitching after hearing the plan, but she wanted to believe it would all work out in the end. Her mission wasn't that hard...
Important mission... Highly dangerous... No one must know about this...
I-It couldn't be that bad.
She shook her head vigorously, earning weird looks from her pupils.
"Anyway, let's do attendance taking now, since I have the first period of the day," she said, reading from a piece of paper taped to a clipboard she was holding.
She monotoned the names, giving each pupil a quick glance as they yelled, "Hai!" or whatever floated their boat.
"Hyuga Natsume."
No answer.
She looked up.
"Hyuga Natsume-san? Answer if you're here." Perhaps it had been her casual manner and vicious undertones that surprised them when she used honorifics.
She put her clipboard down. "Is Hyuga-san here today?" She directed the question to the class. They immediately broke eye contact with her. Though some brave ones murmured a small "Hai." Luckily, it was loud enough for her to hear.
"Alright, I'll just mark Natsume absent today." Though she pretended otherwise.
Natsume twitched, irritated. Her eyes flashed to that small movement, a hint of a smirk on her face.
"He's over there!" screamed an almost-bald boy in exasperation, pointing to a purple-ish haired boy near him.
She raised a brow. "Oh? Natsume, I expect you to answer next time, or at least give some sign that you're here. Got that?" She slammed her hand on the desk in front of her, staring the boy straight in the face. He narrowed his eyes.
The nearly-bald boy then jumped up and yelled, "Don't talk to Natsume-san like that! You're the same age as us! Who do you think you are?" With, that, he jerked his hands upwards.
Suddenly, Yume felt herself being lifted to the air, in a not-so-gentle manner. She face-palmed. The first day and she's already got rebellious students hating her. She speedily formed some hand seals behind her back, in the least noticeable way possible. She then gestured toward the boy with a buzz cut, just for show.
The boy then found himself completely and utterly drenched. In a fit of shock, he accidentally released his hold on Yume, letting her fall. Fortunately, she did a small balancing turn in the air and landed quietly.
"Respect, my dear, and we can forget everything." She smiled lightly and with a wave of her hand (which again was only for show, hand seals were done stealthily) the water evaporated, leaving the boy's clothes cleaner than before.
"She walked back to the front of the class, pretending nothing had happened, and said in an amiable voice, "Let's continue taking the attendance..."
As soon as the teacher had her head being hidden by the clipboard, the students started whispering among themselves.
"That was actually kinda..."
"Scary..."
"And wet!" That received a few snickers.
Mochiage slumped in his seat, head slightly down, face red as a beet root.
Mikan gazed at the teacher in admiration
"If only I could be like her... Then I wouldn't be bullied by that stupid panty-thief ever again!" she muttered under her breath, shooting Natsume a deadly glare.
Natsume frowned. He wasn't happy about Mochiage being embarrassed by the stupid new teacher, but he had to admit he acted recklessly. Still, she – what was her name again? - seemed like a handful. He hoped she wouldn't get in her way. She was surely one of the minion teachers too.
Had he ever seen someone different?
Did you remember his name? Mochiage? Sorry Mochiage fans, I like him too! But someone had to be sacrificed, and Mochiage volunteered. Brave boy, ain't he? Well, I guess Yume wasn't the most likeable!