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When Nagisa woke up after the worst night of his life he hadn’t expected to get arrested. After dealing the final blow to their beloved Korosensei class 3E and their remaining teachers returned to their classroom and fell asleep reading their guidebooks. They awoke to military men kicking down the door and demanding they put their hands up. They found out later on that Mr. Karasuma had delayed them as long as he could but hadn’t been able to prevent the arrests and what was to come next.
“What do you mean we can’t go to our highschools anymore?” Nakmura shouted.
“I worked my ass off to get in and now you're telling me all of that was useless,” added Terasaka.
“Unfortunately the media found out you were Korosensei’s students not victims,” Mr. Karasuma told the class, “and the government has decided to feign innocence and pretend they had no knowledge of the assassination classroom. In exchange for our silence on the issue they’ve made me and Irina your legal guardians.”
Well he’s already the class dad, Nagisa thought.
“What about our parents,” Isogai asked, “Surely they’re worried about us.”
“Each of your parents relinquished custody to the government after they learned what happened although some opted for visitation.”
This earned a mixed reply of sobs, angry exclamations, a few numb acknowledgements, and some very loud finally’s, Nagisa of course in the last group. He’d been waiting for the witch to give up custody already and let him live with his dad but this worked too, Mr. Karasuma acted more like a dad anyways.
“What are they gonna do with us if we can’t go to school,” asked Kataoka, “They can’t just leave us locked up forever.”
“I’m not old enough to go to jail,” whined Okajima, “I have such a bright future.”
“Yeah sure,” snarked Hazama, “just like my blossoming modelling career.”
“You’ll all be going to UA,” damn, the governments using the good bribe money,” and you’ll be learning alongside the current class 2A. They’ll be acting as your mentors and guide you towards a normal life.”
“I believe the word you were looking for is jailers,” Karma interjected, “and I like my insane life just fine thank you very much.”
“What happens afterwards?” Takebayashi asked, “I don’t know about everyone else but I had plans for the future.”
“What he said,” added Kurahashi, “Korosensei encouraged all of us to follow our passions and now we're being told to give up again?”
“The government has decided that after a year with class 2A if you can be called stable you’ll be allowed to continue on with your regular lives. And before I’m interrupted again,” whoops, “while at UA you’ll be given the materials you would’ve studied in the first year of your desired courses.”
“Whelp I guess Karma’s never gonna be a politician,” remarked Terasaka, “he wasn’t stable even before 3E.”
This was met with the raucous laughter and a small smirk from Karasuma.
“Tomorrow we’ll be driving around to collect any personal items from your homes before moving into the dorms. You’ll also each be given 250,000 yen for any clothes, decorations, or other necessities to be bought online.”
“Mr. Karasuma that way mo-” Kanzaki started before noticing Mr. Karasuma’s completely subtle wink and continuing, “way too little, we definitely need more than that. Do you think you could maybe negotiate more for us? It's just that they’re tearing us from our homes and that’ll be so hard to adjust to.”
“Of course Kanzaki, I’ll see what I can do.”
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Apparently most of the class didn’t have many personal items. Karasuma had gotten them a tour bus and a driver to take them to everyone’s homes to collect their things but most left with a bag or two upon the promise of a fully furnished dorm room and the money to buy anything else they needed. At his own apartment Nagisa found a trash bag with his name on it outside the front door and that said enough to him about how his mother felt about this situation. The two outliers were Karma, who waltzed out of his family mansion with a small but incredibly spicy smelling bag, and Hazama, who required at least half of the class and multiple trips to move her hoard of books.
As everyone settled into their rooms Nagisa lay on his bed and started thinking for the first time since he’d been arrested. He felt bad for some of his classmates losing a family they loved but all in all he thought he came out of the situation in the green. He didn’t have to live with his egg donor any longer, had stable housing for the year, got to live with his friends, and he was staying in one of the safest places on earth, so he might finally be able to sleep through the night. A lot of 3E had trouble sleeping at night due to their time together or something from before but at least the rooms here were soundproof. When they’d been staying in bunks on the military base everyone’s nightmares had resulted in zero full nights' rest for anyone.
He pulled out the laptop he’d been issued and headed downstairs to start on the ordering process. Everyone had been assigned a laptop and a phone with limited functions that Itona already had plans with Ritsu to update. The phones were there for communication purposes and the laptops had their course modules and shopping sites. Along with the electronics every room had came with a full sized bed, a desk and chair, a smaller table, shelves, and a dresser. The boys had a shared washroom and presumably so did the girls.
When he got to the living room he found Nakamura, Yada, Maehara, and Okano huddled in a circle with all of their laptops giggling maniacally.
“I just found a listing for a hundred tiny plastic butts,’ shouted Maehara, “beat that.”
“Already did,” said Nakamura, “feast your eyes upon the glory of Lord Wimplesnatch the 3rd, the longest furby ever made.”
“No fair where are you even shopping?”
“What are you guys doing?” asked Nagisa cautiously.
“We all have leftover money after ordering everything we needed so we’ve decided to see who can find the weirdest thing to buy,” chirped Okano.
“Okay I guess,” said Nagisa, “who's winning now?”
“I am,” said Hayami, “I just commissioned a statue of Mr. Karasuma in Tiger from the Wild,Wild Pussycats outfit.”
Well that’s an image I didn’t ever want to imagine, thought Nagisa.
“Bow down before the queen of chaos,” praised Maehara.
“Isn’t that breaking the rules,” said Yada, “we were trying to find the weirdest thing not make it.”
“Objection overruled,” said Nakamura, “due to Hayami seeing the vision and achieving it tenfold.”
Suddenly living with his classmates was no longer a positive. It seems chaos shall be ruling the dorm.
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It was the first day of class and Nagisa thought the class should be a bit more nervous, just as a courtesy. This poor class was going to have to deal with them the whole year. They could at least start by pretending they were nice and well behaved children before they were exposed to 3E in its natural state, the state of chaos. Plus Miss Bitch had told to “behave you little shits.”
“Alright everyone start placing your bets,” said Fuwa, “Takebayashi will be keeping track so no skimping out on your dues.”
“Come on guys,” said Isogai, “we don’t want to scare them off already.”
“Chill class pres,” said Nakamura, throwing an arm over his shoulder, “if we're doing this all year they're going to have to get used to us eventually. Also I’m placing fifty bucks on Nagisa making someone cry today.” Rude.
“Come on,” protested Terasaka, “there’s no way in hell the shrimps gonna make someone cry.” Double Rude.
“Yeah man, that’s the day pigs fly,” Yoshida added.
“Then you aren’t afraid to bet on it,” goaded Nakamura.
By the time Karasuma called them in and they’d walked into the classroom she’d looped half the class into the bet and Karma was being, unfortunately, himself.
This was going to be the start of a very interesting school year.