Ever since she joined the school, rumors about Kotori Heiwajima were flying. She'd only been there a day, and already everyone was wondering what exactly was her connection to the Student Council President. Asano was tight lipped on the whole matter, he refused to talk about it. He refused to talk about anything, really, since she'd joined he'd been in such a bad mood he wouldn't talk about anything, and just sat doing work, muttering about how much of an idiot everyone was.

Kotori became popular with the boys as soon as she joined, because of her tall build, and sharp model's proportions, and her cool mysterious aura. She was already getting love letters (Which she promptly burned- She didn't want to deal with stupid little boys who proclaimed their love based of looks alone).

After PE she got even more popular, since it was clear she was the most athletic girl in the grade. She was impossibly fast, and impossibly strong. She beat the other girls in everything without breaking a sweat, much to their frustration.

As much as the males loved Kotori, the females hated her even more. Fueled by the flames of jealousy, they defaced Kotori's locker and tore up her stuff. Cruel words such as; Bitch, whore, Scalawag

Where scrawled all over it when she got back from gym class. Everyone expected her to be upset, but the girl didn't even bat an eyelid. Ren felt bad for her; Normally Asano dealed with bullying problems (Since A class fighting within themselves was counter-productive) but he clearly wasn't going to help Kotori no matter how many people ganged up on her.

"I'll help you clean up, Kotori-Chan." Ren offered, not noticing how that only made the female members of the class glare at her even harder.

"hm. I don't require assistance. This is nothing." She said. Was she a Tsundere? Ren thought. Cute.

"Just let me help." Ren said, wincing when he saw her desk, and her stuff- it really was a mess.

"Fine." Kotori said. The two of them worked in silence, cleaning up her desk.

"So." Ren said, finally. "What is it between you and Asano?"

"It's complicated." Kotori said, shortly.

"I don't get it- " Ren frowned. "Asano's not exactly Mr Nice guy, but I see no reason for him to be so horrible to you, especially when your so sweet."

He blushed and turned away. Kotori laughed lightly.

"Trust me, if you knew the truth about me, you'd think I was anything but sweet." Kotori said, Ren was about to argue, but suddenly, there was an eruption of screams. He ran to the window, and saw that the girl who had bullied Kotori's bag was on fire.

"Like! put it out!" She screamed. Ren's eyes widened.

"You did this."

Kotori smirked. "Anything but sweet." She said, and walked out. Something dropped out of her bag as she left. Ren picked it up and looked at it.. A green rubber knife? but why?


Koro-Sensei was sipping some tea, sat on top of a skyscraper when Kotori approached him, her long red her blowing in the night wind. The yellow monster gasped.

"Y- You- " He garbled, frightened. "It's you!"

"The view out here is so mundane.. so industrial." Kotori said, with a sigh as she looked over the city, her red eyes narrowing. Koro-Sensei just gaped at her.

"Are you here to k-kill me?"

"No. I'm not going to waste my time on something I know is currently possible to achieve." Kotori said, sitting down next to the Octopus, who jumped away.

"I- If you don't mind me asking.. u- um what are you doing? I mean, I know everyone has to have a hobby but.." He blathered. Kotori put a finger to her mouth, making him shut up immediately.

"I see no reason to explain myself to you. Just don't make any trouble for me, and I wont make any for you, okay- " The red haired girl said, with a deadly smile.

Just what are you planning? Koro-Sensei wondered.


Why is Asano so shocked and angry and Kotori's appearence? Why does she have an anti-sensei knife even though she just transferred to A class? what is her history with Koro-Sensei and why is he so subservient to her.

The truth and Kotori's past will be revealed next chapter. Please review if you want to find out.