Third Person Point of View

Karma sighed for the nth time. After he was done with his long, boring, and completely unnecessary meeting - it was basically their boss complaining about his marriage almost failing than the stocks- he was then dragged by his assistant, who was more like his grandmother, back to his office.

And there he sat, alone and tired from typing a 30 page speech for the next day. It was handed last week but since Karma was too busy and definitely not lazy, he crammed it to the last minute. The red haired politician grumbled one more time and cracked his knuckles.

He thought of all the fun he was missing from Paradise High. Or more importantly, the new Class-E. Just the thought of their reaction made the devil like Person grin. He could tell them stories and scare and/or irritate them. But no. He can't. Literally. His assistant who he now dubs as 'grandma' glared at him and shook her head, pointing at the stack of paper on top of his desk.

Right. Paper work. The bane of his existence.....aside from Asuno Gakushuu. Believe him when he says that I'd those two were in the same room, he'd loose it.

Karma took a glance of the clock. 12:45. Nagisa is probably eating her lunch. He was tempted to call her, but then again, she could be busy. The young politician sighed back into his chair. 'Better get this dumb thing over with.' Karma grunted at the thought and wrote the final 2 paragraphs ending his written speech.

He saved it and closed his laptop with a triumphant grin. Being trapped in his office was always dull. But the paycheck was worth it. Sometimes. He was saving up to buy a gift for himself and Nagisa. So he did overtime whenever he can. He knew that he could just ask his parents, but his pride had to be defended.

After 3 minutes of sitting in his chair, he grabbed all the paper that made his table look like paper wonderland and stuffed it into a drawer. He grabbed his laptop and gently seated it into its compartment. Grabbing his suitcase, he rushed out his office and into the parking lot as if he'll was chasing him.

Or an angry Nagisa was chasing him while on her period.

The red haired politician shivered at the thought. He had made the mistake of pushing her buttons at the wrong time and paid for it severely. Never again.

"Never again", he whispered to himself.

He walked over to his grey car and drove off to the direction of Nagisa's school at the exact point of e speed limit. He wasn't going to get hauled over for speeding. Not when he was on a hurry. He wondered how Nagisa was doing.

~With Nagisa~

The blue haired sensei sighed as another of her students fell unto the ground. She, Irina and Karasuma had agreed to let them start training as soon as possible. The sooner the better as the old saying goes.

Karasuma stood in the center. Barely sweeting and not a single scratch. Surrounding him was a wave of students trying to find a way to attack without being pushed to eat the dust.

"And here I thought that your batch was difficult to train. But these delinquents might as well be impossible!"

Nagisa turned to the blond busty woman and said in a soft yet warning tone, "Irina I would appreciate it if you would keep those remarks to yourself. We are here to help them. Not degrade them."

"But sometimes degrading them helps them to better themselves."

Nagisa glared down at the floor, "but too much could break them. You should know. You saw and felt it. Didn't you?"

There was a pregnant pause.

"Yes. I suppose you're right."