Only a week had passed, and Yotsuba was beginning to regret joining this school.

He didn't exactly have high expectations about his classmates. On the contrary, that expectation was already shot down to the lowest level on the very first day.

He could still remember that accursed moment.

"All in favor of Yocchan raise your hands!"

Numerous hands instantly shot up. Only a few chose not to do the same.

"What?! Why?!" Yotsuba demanded.

"Y'all lit, y'all lit." The girl on the wheelchair, Yumi, was grinning from ear to ear as she did a thumbs up. "I support you."

"I don't need your support, dammit!"

"This. This is precisely why." Runa Karuizawa cackled as she snapped her fingers to point at him with a finger gun, winking. "Just tell me if you need my legal drugs."

"Legal drugs?" The boy sitting next to her was shocked.

"Drugs?" Another boy asked aloud as he narrowed his yellow eyes into a fierce glare.

"I think she meant medicine, Shakariki." The boy with the mechanic leopard chuckled. He didn't seem to mind the mean look on his seat mate's face.

"Good luck." Izuna said with an elegant looking smile. Kioshi, sitting behind her, nodded sagely.

"I would vote, but I don't know you that well enough yet." A black-haired boy sitting next to her, Kenji Sato, calmly said, the back of his index finger placed against his chin in thought. "So I'll trust their judgment."

The boy sitting on the left of Yotsuba's seat glanced at the carefree crowd and smiled nervously at him.

"W... Well..." Haruhito coughed. "I'm sure you'll do just fine!"

He said that with a smile so bright, several of them had to cover their eyes.

And so Yotsuba had to painfully accept the role of class president, while Renjou, bro-fisting the air, happily accepted being vice.

That was only the first day.

As if his classmates weren't bad enough, even the teachers were the same.

He already lost hope on the principal after their student orientation, but the teachers teaching the classes?

It was a rather fine morning, the next day after he was elected to be class president. And on Crafting class, one of their main subjects.

Two men entered the classroom, one dressed in a fine white tux and the other one in casual outing clothes.

The one in the tux stood with a serious expression in the middle of class. In his hand, he brought a small device.

He had an aura of charisma in his golden-eyed gaze, one that immediately silenced the classroom's chatter the moment he came in.

His long glossy silver hair glowed in the light, fluttering even though there was no sign of wind. His eyelashes were long and seemed to sparkle, and he blinked elegantly.

Then, his pale white lips slowly opened to speak in a voice that they never imagined could be heard among mankind.

"Geh."

.

.

.

Geh?!

"He said, 'Today we will build this remote.'" The other man next to him translated as he pushed his glasses upwards.

The beautiful man gracefully swung his arm towards the door and pressed a button. Before their eyes, a cute stuffed rabbit began hopping adorably into the classroom. Its big round eyes stared at them and made a cute sound in greeting.

"Geh." The elegant man said.

"'Your job is to do this.'"The man pressed another button, and the rabbit suddenly exploded into little bits of flesh and blood.

There were a few gasps of horror.

"Geh."

"'I forgot to say, I'm known as Voidman Umbaba. I'm the owner of Voidman Productions. The one beside me is my translator, Hiro.'"

"Geh."

"'I look forward to working with you.'" The man said as Voidman Umbaba smoothly bowed his head with his arm placed against his chest in a curtsy.

"I didn't know a single geh can mean so much." Renjou's eyes widened in awe.

The others nodded along with him, while a few stared at them or are just plain amused.

"No one's gonna question how violent the thing we're going to make is?" Yotsuba stared at them, deadpanning.

Voidman Umbaba suddenly stared at him with shock, his eyes turning a comical white as he did a dramatic 'oh my' pose. Lightning struck behind him.

"Seriously?!"

His own homeroom teacher's class was just as bad.

"D... Dear, please! I have a class to teach today!" Kikuta blushed a bright red as her husband embraced her in front of the classroom.

"Well, I don't have class, so I'll watch you instead." The young man said as he nuzzled her hair.

"We're in school..!"

"So?"

"Does this mean we get to have bonus scores in math?" Renjou whispered to him.

"I hope so, Renjou. I really hope so."

He was incredibly stressed.

Today, they were having a joint class with the hero course. The teacher, to his dismay, was their homeroom teacher's husband, Ishiki Seo. He was otherwise known as pro hero Thriller.

He didn't know much about pro heroes, but he had a bad feeling about this one.

"Alright, you little brats, let's get this over with." Ishiki growled as he sat back lazily on his seat, a whip in his hand. "If anyone interrupts me while I'm talking, you know what you'll get." He threatened, whipping the air with said weapon as it made a loud whacking noise.

"But, Sir — YEOWCH!"

"I said, no interrupting." He glared. "Good. Now listen. As you all know, this school is well known for its joint courses. This class. So we'll have you work together nicely. This means teamwork. Got that?"

They immediately nodded.

"That means team battles. The usual." The teacher continued. "We'll be grouping you all into groups of four. Two hero course students, and two from the support course. We'll have five matches today."

"Also, since you'll be from different courses, the hero course students do the fighting while the support course assists at the back. However, your support course teammates are the ones you'll have to be protecting. The match ends when both of them are caught by the enemy. You can use anything at your disposal, even the support course students."

Said support course students stared in disbelief at him.

'What the hell did you say?'

"Just make sure you reach your target. Understand?"

A few support course students gulped nervously, but they all nodded.

"Good. Any questions?"

"Sir," A gray-haired boy raised his hand as he kept a straight face, "How much violence is tolerated here?"

Yotsuba noticed that several of the boy's classmates were slowly taking steps away from him. Only one student stayed beside him, seemingly his friend.

"Good question. As long as they're not dead, you're good." Ishiki replied uncaringly. "I heard we have a lot of medics this year."

Someone cursed in a low voice.

"No more questions? Very nice."

The teacher took a remote from his pocket and clicked on a button, showing a large blue translucent screen filled with their names.

"I've decided the teams with my wife based on your ranks in the entrance exam. Have a look."

*coughs* I had too much fun in this chapter.

Voidman Umbaba is created by XYZ334332. Thank you, for this mighty fine OC. :'3 He'll appear again some time uwu

Sorry for the short chapter, but until the cast is entirely finished I can't write too much things yet. I hope the fighting scenes in the next chapters can introduce the OCs well instead uwu

The team list will be given next chapter. The first match too. Look forward to it! owo/

Thanks for reading~