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The speaker seamed to drone on, his thin head stock still on his stiff, brittle neck and his sharp narrow hazel eyes mimicked calm but they all knew there was a storm behind the dim hazel orbs.

The first chance they got, the main campus patronized 3-E. They joked at their expense, taunting and ridiculing without restraints and restrictions, without limit, but no-one would stop them, not a single soul in the depths of earth would guide them through life, but that is fine. It's always fine, they would all die after all, if the upperclassmen continue to taunt them to insanity, they would give up. Then the world would come to an end and they could only blame themselves in retaliation.

A bird chirps a happy song, as a butterfly lands on a certain alien teacher. His face was a metalic silver, an odd change from the normal bright yellow it is. He blinks his beady black eyes and watches the leaves away in a breeze, brilliant greenery overwhelms the mountain. Fungi grows on the stem of a tree, draining all life from it, killing for its own survival, what a funny concept.

He decides to break the rules and head down, squishy limbs closing the hollow wooden door behind him. It echoes once he leaves, zooming through the sky.

The butterfly lands on a desk in the back of the aliens class, wings coming to a standstill, yes this is where it will die.

Atsu stares at the polished wooden floor, his head is in the sky, in the clouds as the blabbers of his classmates fill the empty space around him, it's all so calm. So quiet. So slow, Atsu thinks. His eyes are closed, boredom looks him in the face and he looks right back. He's just about ready to doze off.

"You are the cream of the crop, this year's shining elite, never forget that." The dean says, his wrinkled face put in a patronizing smile to the sea of students before him, how condescending this system is. Crooked teeth break into a terrible grin as he warns them of falling down to the horrid level of E-class. Oh, what a travesty, how terrible.

Atsu ignores it, everything, all of it fades to a white noise, he can't see, everything is too dark. He never learned how to swim. The salt infested liquid burns at his coal orbs. He snaps out of it, he's in school, there is no ocean.

Static rings in his ears, his eyes seem heavy again, he doesn't understand why, he'd slept enough today. He should feel fine, the nightmares only came when he least expected, so if he expects them, they can't come and he can go back to being numb.

Atsu cannot shake the dreadful feeling from splitting his gut open.

The speech drones on far too long about things they've all heard before, about small fixes and making routines to study. The annual midterm is coming up, they have to do this, it's a warning, Atsu ignores it. His head is stuck underwater and he can't hear a thing, his ears are stuffed with cotton and his eyes are full of fear, he can't breath, his lungs are dying, full of sin.

He let's out a breath of something like relief when the old man stops talking and begins to limp off stage, holding the railing so hard his knuckles become the color of his hair. He sucks it back in when the student body president walks up on stage, shoulders broad and a nervous grin on his soft face.

Dark green hair and black-blue eyes hidden behind black rimmed oval glasses, Atsu looks him in the eye and the student council president gulps, his adams apple jumps on his throat and he places a mask of confidence above his fear. Sweat breaks out across his face, a shiver running up his spine.

Atsu looks upward, away from the young politician in the making, his thoughts drift to before the incident, to his first meeting. He can almost feel his school tie strangling him, not that he cares. Not that it matters.

"Straighten your back Atsu, if you show weakness they will steal your soul and everything you hold dear, you wouldn't want to end up like your repulsive uncle, now would you?"

"No, mother, of course not."

Laughter fills the auditorium, Atsu looks up, his lids roll open to show his dim onyx orbs, his shoulders are square and his eyes stone cold in his head. His hands hang limp by his sides like a body from a rope and he clenches his jaw tightly against his head.

His face flushes a shade paler and if his mother could see him now she'd scold him. But she can't see him, she doesn't care enough to see him. His father would just teach him a method to keep himself more composed, a coping mechanism for it. But it doesn't matter, he is not ment to feel, so he won't. He will be the perfect little robot his parents want, and then maybe his scars will have a chance to heal.

Maybe he could run away.

Karasuma walks in through the front cooly, the black eyed boy looks back, they make eye contact, Atsu just stares blankly. His lifeless eyes boring into his teachers, the agent gulps and turns away from the penetrating look, introducing himself to 3-C's homeroom teacher, shaking hands and exchanging small talk and greetings. The woman smiles at this revelation, pink dusting her chubby cheeks as she is curious of the handsome male teacher approaching her, is he new? She wonders.

The conversation is short and sweet and ends when he looks toward E-class.

Karasuma becomes ice, he is frozen in place, water dribbling from his head. His eyes are wide as saucers and his back tenses as if he is igniting a brawl, as if he was back in training. He thanks the woman and rushes to his students. Sweat beads off his forehead, forming droplets that roll down his face. He approaches the two chattering girls and he pushes their knife holders down from Atsu's view, Atsu watches with well hidden but nonetheless, curious eyes as he makes them put their knife cases back into their pockets. The familiar sound of a zipper makes Atsu bite his tongue. The though of Kanashi struggling with her jacket this morning comes to mind and heart can't help but let himself ease, if only slightly.

His body laxes and he let's put a grumble of something that not even he understands.

The school bites and growls at the lucky class, as if they are a pack of feral dogs in the wild. Then Irina walks in, they burst with rage, with unrequited anger, and envy spilling from each of them like a ceaseless fountain. It comes out in infinite amounts, like the ocean, like the earth spinning around. She flips her blonde, curly hair and walks to her designated class, her sapphire blue eyes analysing the school, peering at the infamous students attending the prestigious Kunugigaoka junior high, she is disappointed to say the least. Not that any of this shows on her face. Her act is foolproof, nothing could stop it. Nothing could make her break. The entire school gasps, besides her own class that is, not that she's surprised. She stands on the side of Karasuma, her classic white outfit contrasting against his black suit, they pop out despite being teachers of the End Class.

"What are you doing here?" Karasuma remains calm, his smooth voice is hushed so that no-one but the intended recipient can hear. His lips are turned upwards ever so slightly, not that anyone would see.

She responds cockily, her voice snarky and louder than his is, though only slightly; "Don't even try to pull rank on me, I'm an educator, just like you."

He looks away from her, hiding a smirk from breaking out on his otherwise straight face. "So, you're finally accepting your role then,"

"Or I just need an excuse to scope out the student body," She curtly answers, bright blue eyes faring from her associate as he turns to look straight ahead at the mount of teens.

She stares at the school, her analysis forming in her head as her eyes are fencing over everyone, assessing them with far too much cruelty, her lips are twist into a purposeful grimace, eyebrows shooting up in pure disgust. "Me-ow, said nobody ever,"

Then a realization comes to her head and Atsu closes his eyes as she starts to walk toward his classmate, she really can't keep to herself. Atsu shuts everything out and thinks of his conversation with the principal's son.

"Just who are you, Hino Atsu?"

The streetlight that sticks outside the alleyway flickers and critters chirt, cars scream and dogs bark back.

"Just a nobody that can and will disappear if given the chance."

"Nagisa,"

Atsu covers his ears with his hands, his eyes going back to staring at the boy with dark green hair and black-blue orbs. The council president gulps, his eyes darting across the room to find anyone to look at as a distraction. Someone, anyone!

Everyone is too busy talking, he looks back at the vacant eyes of the End Class boy, a shutter leaves his throat and leaves as a shaking breath, he plays it off as stage fright. It's only a teen his age, what could the idiot do? Unless he got put in E-class for delinquency like that Akabane guy.

Ignoring the feeling of fear and intimidation, the dark-green haired boy begins his speech, his voice amiable and almost sugar-coated. It sounds like plastic, everyone can hear it. At some point the representatives anxieties have faded and he was pushing around 3-E like everybody else was. It was humiliating to them, to the majority of E-class class, Atsu is aside from this majority, he wasn't listening, though, instead thinking about methods of torture.

His parents weren't all to creative nowadays, he had to come up with the methods to make the people who couldn't pay either die a painful death or give into submission, giving his parents the probable thousands of yen they owed. Millions of thoughts rang through his head, poison room? No, overused. Fire? No, to quick. Hypothermia? No, their teeth will be chattering to hard, the sound will keep Kana— me up. Oh, I know, dehydration, yeah, that'll work.

When he finally settled on one, he realized there is a paper in his fist, it's edges are crumpled up and torn in his harsh. And he noticed immediately after that Korosensei was dodging his blonde English teachers futile attempting to stab him with a rubbery gree knife E-class was all too familiar with.

The white, blocky letters spell out S.A.A.U.S.O. in English, that was a stupid idea.

Who decided to print English when Japanese students will be using these?

Karasuma stops her, of course, the voice of reason entering from the depths of Hell, he's ready to stop everything, it's his mission. His pride and joy. He twists her arm behind her, as he had done so many times before, it cracks and she whimpers, though nobody can hear it, their focus is on assembly.

Nobody ever notices, but that's fine, because then nobody can see, nobody will know, we'll all die in a world akin to Hell.

N is for Nonchalant;

All they ever seem to do is taunt

To put me on the spot

Then leave to let me rot

I think the world might come to an end

I think my soul will die again

Through the rain and past the trees

Below the wind and over a bee

Where we go no eye can see

We'll be alone, just us three

Me, Ame, and Kanashi