He was able to get upstairs without issue and used clairvoyance to observe the classroom in an effort to avoid triggering a certain nuisance's "pal radar".
The environment of the classroom was as he expected. Papers and books were strewn every which way and students were yelling incomprehensibly. At the center of the cacophony was none other than Hairo, with the other students following suit like dogs that join the orchestra of howling after a conductor raises the baton.
I wonder whether Hairo and his lackeys even know the space rock problem has been resolved.
Kaidou was still huddled under his desk doing his best to calm down but could not stifle a rather pathetic whimper while Kuboyasu tried unsuccessfully to console him. Kaidou's bandages had definitely seen better days.
The gorilla was spotted making his trademark sound and searching for something, probably a banana. His face sported the usual misleading expression, which paired with the creepily fast rotation of his head would have given anyone nightmares had they been paying attention to him.
Toritsuka was nowhere to be seen but through telepathy and clairvoyance Saiki figured out he had collapsed in a pile of trash summoned by the commotion.
Akechi was still transfixed, muttering something about the kinetic energy of celestial objects while paying no mind to the soil of his trousers.
Mera had fallen to her knees wracked with sobs because a missile had somehow atomized her ticket out of perpetual poverty.
Good grief. Add convincing the government that the meteorite that could not have been destroyed by the world's most powerful weapons to my list of annoyances.
Through telepathy, Saiki discerned that Saiko's concerns about his friends fell on deaf ears as he continued to be forcibly removed from the school's premises. Unfortunately for Saiko the only thing more powerful than a rich kid is his father.
Aiura and Yumehara huddled in the corner while Aiura feverishly tried to use her divination as if she were flicking a lighter to get a spark. While Yumehara attempted to use her experience in the occult club to aid Aiura, she was grossly under-qualified to be of any use in this endeavor.
Teruhashi had come back into the classroom and attempted to use her cheat ability to quiet down the ruckus.
Nendou gave up on whatever he was doing before and approached Kaidou who was shivering and whimpering under a desk. He stuck out an accusatory finger and proceeded to belch out laughter loud enough to rival Hairo and his ilk.
"Oi! Hey runt, you look pretty stupid huddled under that desk! Do you need a safety blanket? I can go home and get the one I put over Riki jr. #2's cage when he gets scared!" Nendou guffawed, placing his hand on his stomach to contain his obnoxious jubilation.
"Y-You're one to talk! Our lives were in actual danger and you were too stupid to realize that! All you did was stand around, pick your nose, and make creepy expressions!" Kaidou screeched back at Nendou, mirroring the gorilla's accusatory point.
"Gahahaha! Well if our lives were in danger, where's your proof then? I don't see any meteor or whatever outside anyway-" his mouth twisted into a wicked smile, "-or is this like that Everyday Fool situation with the camera?"
Kaidou stammered something incoherent and subsequently screamed. Being thoroughly humiliated by Nendou whether the latter knew it or not was not a fate that Kaidou had signed up for. Given all the stress of a near death experience and near Nendou experience, Kaidou's mouth refused to produce any more sound, his body went limp, and he crashed onto the floor like a sack of feathers.
"Hey man, don't you think that was a little bit harsh?" the former gangster said in a low, placating voice.
Nendou scratched the back of his head while bearing a look that was as close to genuine consideration as his face could get and said, "Yeah, you might be right. I'll apologize to him when he gets back up and treat him to some ramen."
Kuboyasu's inner turmoil had become too loud to ignore. His gangster sense had allowed him to put up a veneer of level-headedness, but Saiki knew the truth of his emotions was not so clear. He heard many conflicting thoughts rushing through the former gangster's mind. In his thoughts Kuboyasu was attempting to beat up the meteorite with a fire extinguisher. It sounded just as silly as it is to read. This was probably one of the only times he had experienced genuine fear in his life, so his reaction is understandable. Saiki would leave him to tend to his own mental health. With the Nendou situation resolved, Saiki turned to the next disaster.
Hairo and his mooks were busy trying to put on fire hoods and barricade the windows with desks. This would have done more harm than good assuming they wanted to survive. "A METEORITE SHOULD NEVER IMPACT CLASS UNITY, PUSH YOURSELVES UNTIL YOUR LAST BREATH! THIS IS OUR FINEST HOUR!" Hairo bellowed while waving a broom around like a battle standard.
That answers that question.
Teruhashi had been doing her best to calm the racket in the classroom by using her Calming Presence™.
"Why won't these idiots listen to me, Kokomi Teruhashi? Do something about this, God!" Teruhashi thought, curling her fist into a white-knuckled ball.
She sauntered over to the general's pulpit, delicately touched his shoulder, and said in the most saccharine voice she could muster, "Hairo is right! Nothing should ever shake our class unity. Peace should always be what we strive for though. The meteorite is gone now, so we can continue to do our best in all aspects of our lives!" she cooed, pinning on an Angel Wink™ for good measure.
Hairo had been whisked off of the stage and in his place the indomitable Kokomi Teruhashi stood. The orchestra immediately stopped their jingoistic exultation and erupted in a symphony of "Offu!"
"Whew, I almost forgot that I'm the most perfect, pretty girl in the world! Eww, Hairo's shoulders are gross though, how is he always covered in sweat?" she recoiled internally, but barely managed to keep it under control on the surface.
Her work ethic never ceases to amaze me. The second question is something that eludes even an all powerful psychic, however. Since when are excessive sweat and body heat cheat abilities?
The offus died down and everyone save a few started to talk as if nothing had ever happened. The few were still huddled in the corner muttering incantations. It appeared that no one had put fluid in the lighter.
They're starting to get annoying now.
The meteorite threat is gone. You can stop your whining.
"Whaaat there's like no way! Unless... Of course, my beau saved us! You're my hero (wuv you)!"
Tch. Don't ever call me that again. Just get Yumehara to stop as well.
"Well how am I supposed to do that, mister?"
Tell her your fortune telling power came back or something.
"Chiyopipi, my fortune telling is back! It says the big space rock or whatever is gone!" Aiura said, jerking her finger over to the window with a blatantly overenthusiastic smile that bordered on a sneer. A comical sweat bead dripped from her brow.
Why do you need fortune telling to tell you the meteorite is gone? Just go look outside.
Yumehara snapped out of her ritual and exclaimed, "Oh, that's fantastic! My ritual must have something to do with it coming back, right?" she said cheerily, placing her palms together in a praying pose to the god that stole away her bikini centerfold.
"Uh... Yeah sure, Chiyopipi, your chanting helped a lot," Aiura sputtered, her eyebrow afflicted with an uncontrollable twitch.
Luckily for Aiura, Yumehara's love fixation would keep her from comprehending the lame congratulations. Upon surveying the state of the room and in particular the object of her obsession, she turned white quicker than she changed her weight. Wailing at the sight of the unconscious Kaidou, she rushed over and attempted to administer medical aid that she was grossly underqualified to render.
Kaidou must have sensed the presence of Dark Reunion, as he sat up straight as a board, just barely missing Yumehara's face. He turned his head to discover his best friend Chiyo inches away from him. Their sudden proximity prompted a stammering of unintelligible syllables fast enough to put the discovery of Nendou's baseball team invitation to shame and flailing of limbs to catch some ground in a rather lame attempt at putting some distance between himself and a scary girl. Yumehara giggled at the sight.
Both you and Nendou need to be nicer to Kaidou in the following chapters, writer.
Akechi had slipped out, not unlike a detective vanishing from under a street light.
It's strange that no one has seen how Akechi cleans up after wetting himself.
"I guess weird mushrooms and grass are on next week's menu as well..." Mera thought under the veil of sobs.
Takahashi slipped in the puddle of urine Akechi had left behind and fell on his back, soaking the back of his school uniform.
It seemed that things were starting to return to normal.