So yeah it's almost the end of the year and things are starting to clear up so I can continue to work on my fics that I intended to complete some time go (like a freaking year ago).

Disclaimer: Look up Nitro+chiral and you will most likely not encounter my name anywhere in the crew list or whatever.

Warning: You know the drill


As soon as Aoba made it to his class, a barrage of glares darted toward him. Bracing himself for the threats and the berating the teacher usually delivers towards her students, Aoba walked painfully slow into the classroom.

"You know you should be thankful that I'm generous enough to not lower your points at the rate you deserve…"

The teacher went on with the usual scolding Aoba has heard more times than he has tripped over himself, and that is saying a lot. Aoba simply sighed and started looking through his phone while the teacher continues her daily tirade.

"Be lucky you're here. You want to know wha—you have three seconds to put the phone away before I make sure you won't be seeing your family for the weekend."
Aoba took his phone out of sight, not planning on dealing with whatever the teacher had to throw on him. It seemed like things were settling down once everyone's mobile have been put away, but a 21st century college class can be subdued for only so long. Within a span of five minutes, Noiz took matters into his own hands and devised on what he should do to pester Aoba.

"Alright class, when you return from the weekend we'll wrap up our final presentations. Today we'll be doing a handful more presentations now and spend the rest of our class time on last minute crap on yesterday's lecture. Show of hands who'll start today's presentations,"

Sighs sprung from all over the room; hoards of students hunch over to whisper to each other.

"If no one is volunteering I guess I'll just have to invite someone,"
With the teacher's statement, the sighs and tongue clicking across the room transfigured into ghoulish moans of rife devastation. The countenance of each and every student mirrored that of a young school boy waiting in a long line somewhere in the '40s. Each and every student, except one.

"I'll go."

Now it was the teacher's turn to air her displeasure but if it was any means of getting through the time, she'll have to proceed. Noiz strutted towards the front of the class and expressed a fecal matter consuming grin towards Aoba who had long brought out his cellular to contact the Before Anyone Else. As soon as Noiz finished fumbling through his laptop to set up his project, music began to play and the beginning melody was all too familiar to those in the class.

Sie sind das essen und wir die jagar!

It only took moments for the whole class to sing along in unnaturally perfect synchronization. At this point the teacher turned over in humiliation concealing her face in her hands. The ludicrous nature of the environment is overwhelming to her yes but what else was to be expected from an alternative cultural history of mythological science studies class anyway? The presentation was stunned for several minutes as the intended introduction morphed into a performance itself, wasting precious time. Though it's only a matter of time, the hype eventually died down once more as it was time to present seriously, if one could call it that.

"…The Confectionery Inquistion…"

You cannot be serious right now, the senior teacher thought to herself and many others would most likely not disagree.


Look I just felt like I had to turn in something as a placeholder since I can't think of anything to write during this part of the story updates should be more common from now on.