"–and, action!"
Itona played an audio recording of the school bell. The students pretended to pack their bags and gather their notes, some leaving instantly and others staying a bit to chat and offer to walk together home.
Karma walked over to the teacher's desk with a blue notebook – it was one of Nagisa's; he had so many notebooks he could open a shop, and he found that quirk adorable – and slipped it over.
Bitch-sensei looked up with a bored expression on her face.
He nodded to the notebook. "My homework, Iris-sensei."
She cocked an eyebrow, tossing her blonde waves over one shoulder as she put her paperwork aside and took the notebook. "You're actually passing your homework? Well, that's new."
He laughed, sticking his hands in his pockets. "I try," he drawled. "So, sensei, need any help with your nonexistent love life? I've never seen someone so smitten before. It's kinda pathetic."
"You're actually doing something nice," she said in slight disbelief.
He feigned pain. "Why, sensei, I'm a very nice person, you know."
"Tell that to judge," she muttered under her breath. "And no, I don't need help, thank you very much."
She flipped open the notebook and screamed as Karma stifled his cackles, a handful of (fake) insects falling to the floor. She noticed they weren't real and a vein popped in her forehead. "You brat–!"
"CUT!" Kataoka yelled, looking utterly exasperated. Karma was laughing so much he had to sit on the floor. "Karma! What is wrong with you?"
Karma composed himself, sticking out his tongue. "You're no fun."
"We're doing this properly! Stick to the script!"
"Just Another Love Story, scene three, take four!"
…
…
"–scene four, take one!"
"Iris," Karasuma-sensei said calmly. "You need to make an English test for this week. That is all. See you tomorrow."
He left.
Bitch-sensei threw her head back and groaned, "That straight lace will never notice me."
"Can you blame him, though?" Karma said casually, poking his head through the doorway.
Bitch-sensei glared daggers at him.
Nagisa slapped an open palm on his forehead.
Laughs and groans scattered to all the students who were watching.
"Cut!" Isogai said with a (slightly exasperated) smile. "Karma-kun, please don't enter the scene when you're not a part of it. We're running on a schedule here."
"Just Another Love Story, scene four, take six!"
…
…
"–scene five, take eleven!"
The girls were gathered around Kataoka's table. Minus Hayami, who was leaning against the blackboard, looking apathetic, and Hazama, who was nowhere to be seen, they were all giggling quite loudly.
Enter Bitch-sensei in five… four… three… two–
"Get back here you brat!"
Isogai's eyes widened, his antennae bouncing like they always did when he was surprised.
"That sounded like Bitch-sensei."
"Yeah," Maehara nodded, appearing by his side. "2,000 yen that Karma's being Karma."
Isogai turned to his best friend with a smile on his face. "Hiroto, I don't do gambling, we've established that. Besides, I'm almost sure that you're righ–"
"When I get my hands on you–"
The door slammed open and Karma came running in, cackling madly.
Bitch-sensei followed suit, looking enraged. Her face was flushed red and a vein seemed to pop in her forehead. Everyone sweat dropped.
Karma laughed. "Careful, sensei, you're going to get wrinkles at this rate," he teased.
"You little–!"
Isogai and Maehara glanced at each other, exasperated, before grabbing their teacher and holding her back. She thrashed in their grip. A few other students joined in, for fear that she would murder their redheaded classmate – teacher or not, she was still an assassin, and a well-known one at that.
Karma was still laughing when he felt a tug on his hand
He looked down to see Nagisa, peering at him with his blue eyes that rivalled a cloudless sky and an exasperated smile. "What did you do this time, Karma-kun?"
He smiled, cherubic innocence painted on his face. "How mean, Nagisa-kun. You say it like you were expecting it."
Nagisa just continued to smile at him, staring at their teacher, still glaring daggers at the redhead. "Oh, Karma-kun, to be honest, I'd be awfully worried if you didn't pull at least one prank a day. I suppose I can rest easy for now."
"Please, sensei! We really need to film this scene!"
"Yeah, Bitch-sensei, don't you want to assassinate the octopus?"
"You know how Karma is. Whatever he did, it coulda been worse!"
"Fine! Brats!" Bitch-sensei said, dropping her glare. "Well? Let's get to it, then!"
The directors were glad at this bit of news. Isogai smiled, shaking his head as Maehara laughed by his side. Kataoka sighed in relief, pinching the bridge of her nose as her ponytail swayed at the movement.
"Let's keep going then," she said sternly. "Everyone, back to your places. Okajima-kun, Mimura-kun, fix the camera positioning if you must. Itona-kun, please get your camcopter ready."
She turned at Karma, eyes narrowed. "And you–"
Nagisa shook his head. "Kataoka-san, it's alright. I promise that Karma-kun won't cause any more trouble. I'll make sure of it."
Kataoka sighed – Nagisa was pretty much the only one who could set Karma in line anyway – and turned to Isogai, saying something about schedules and budgets.
Karma ruffled the bluenette's hair. "Thanks, Nagisa-kun. For a moment there, I thought she was going to lecture me. My poor eardrums aren't ready."
Nagisa playfully glared at him. "Only you, Karma-kun," he said with a slightly exasperated sigh. "Only you."
"Just Another Love Story, scene five, take twelve!"