Disclaimer: I do not own Oresama Teacher
Chapter 10: Field day
I felt like I was trick, and now I was trapped. The fact that I had to do ever single event didn't cross my mind as being difficult until I saw students sharpening their swords and loading their guns. I already had to play as Natsu as well as usa-chan man. Turning towards Takaomi he was no longer there, instead one of the students he kidnapped stood there shaking.
"Hi." I said absent minded.
"Umm... sensei said if you lose the 1st round he'll seen me in my friends into the games...so please win." The boy stuttered. I wondered why someone like him enter the school. "The games about to start." The boy whisper, he look completely worried and concerned. I decide to win.
All the game had one theme, be the last one standing. Races, and the other games were easy. Banchou and I was always the last one standing even when I put on my different customs. But we were the only special students playing.
After dominating all the games we were declared the winner, and the 3 kidnapped students were released. While the students walk to there dorm all tired, I spotted others pink uniform students, one of them was the ninja from the other day. They all sat in area were they could see the games. They were just watching.
Turning away from them I follow the rest of the students back to the dorms. The sun was setting and I admit I was just as tired as the rest of the students.
Once back in my room I collapsed on my bed, I wasn't sleepy, but I was thankful that we didn't have classes to tomorrow.
When a knock came to my door I plan on just leaving it, it wasn't the first time someone try to attack out of school hours. My door open and I sat up as Takaomi walk in.
"What a small room." He said inviting himself in, and taking a seat at my small desk.
"What are you doing here." I dared asked.
"I'm staying here tonight, I was very upset about the turn of events of today." He said standing back up and walking to my closet.
"Wouldn't you feel more comfortable in your own home." I stated, and he pulled out some of my shirts and posed in them.
"No I'm find." he said choosing a shirt. Then he spotted a picture on my dresser. He reached for it, and I flew towards it, put he already had it.
"You were a gang leader." He said more as a statement then a question.
"Yes." I signed.