"Good morning, children," I greeted the students as I entered the classroom after the bell. Yesterday had been quite unsettling, in a bad way; I had to gather a lot of information and formulate a plan of action. Pardon the expression, but the plan wasn't originally part of the plans—I crafted it because I woke up at four in the morning, unable to sleep any longer due to obsessive thoughts plaguing my mind.
My greeting was met with silence, broken only by my footsteps as I made my way to my desk near the board. Glancing around the classroom, I immediately noticed the so-called "key figures": Flash Thompson, sitting next to a brunette, apparently they were a couple. Of course, there was Peter Parker, or rather, the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, a fact only I among those present knew. Harry was seated next to Flash, occasionally glancing at Mary Jane, while Peter, in turn, had his head buried in his arms behind them, presumably catching up on sleep after a long night in costume.
Most here were filled with arrogance towards me. Football players, the wealthy, or even actors naturally considered themselves above anyone else. Frankly, it didn't bother me. I just wanted to finish my workday as soon as possible.
"So..." I began, placing my bag on the table and taking out some papers, "we're going to deviate from the prescribed curriculum today. I've prepared a test for each of you, just a knowledge check, nothing more. These grades won't go into the record book."
"Then what's the point?" Flash protested on behalf of everyone present.
"You see, dear student, taking a test after a few days of cramming is one thing, and recalling that information some time after studying is another. Knowledge should stay with you for life, not just for an hour during a test," I replied to the blond's question, which seemed to calm him down a bit, though his irritation didn't diminish.
"There's nothing difficult about it, unless your brains are mush," I said, handing the sheets to the front desks, and they gradually passed them to everyone else. "And one more thing," I added, standing in front of all the students in my signature Kiryu suit and tie adorned with skulls and cat-like ears, "I have one condition. If I see anyone cheating or anything of the sort, that grade will go into the journal, and it won't be a good one. This is a knowledge check, not a test of your internet browsing skills. Understood? Let's begin."
As the test began under the students' malevolent gazes, I sat back, relaxed, legs crossed at the desk, alternating my gaze between the sunny street outside the window and the students. Initially, no one gave themselves away, but then I saw Flash discreetly using his phone. Without saying anything, I just recorded a grade in the journal. I noticed a few more cheaters and noted their grades until a student from the back rows raised his hand - "May I ask a question?"
I nodded - "Yes."
"Do we submit the completed work?" asked Peter, unsurprisingly the school's most gifted student.
"Already finished?" I asked, checking the time on my left wrist - "Fifteen minutes into the lesson, and he's done even earlier."
With his nod, I merely smiled faintly - "You're free to go."
"Eh?" the boy, as surprised as the rest of the class, said - "What do you mean.... free to go."
"Your lesson is over, well done," I said, still somewhat surprised and pleased, Peter approached my desk, placed his test down, and headed for the door - "Take care."
"Goodbye."
As the door closed behind him, a frustrated female voice spoke up - "Will you let us go too? Or is that a privilege only for the 'smart' ones?" asked the brunette sitting next to Flash.
"Of course, I have no reason to keep you here unnecessarily," I replied, prompting all the students to bury their noses in their tests.
× Midtown School | Cafeteria ×
Mixed sounds of cutlery clanking against plates, a cacophony of loud voices, and laughter filled the cafeteria. Life buzzed as students discussed their plans, shared experiences, and enjoyed a break from lessons. At one of the tables sat the school's elites: Flash, Liz, Harry, and Mary with her friends.
"That stupid blond annoys me," Flash grumbled, biting into a piece of meat - "He's too arrogant for his own good."
"If you look closely, you're also blond, right?" Harry teased, sipping his lemonade.
"I'm different. I'm handsome, popular..." Flash was cut off by Liz, who added her two cents - "And humble. I think he's quite nice."
"Eh?" everyone at the table, including Mary Jane who had been distracted by her friends, echoed in unison.
As Harry processed the information, he teased Flash about the potential of a student-teacher romance - "Is this the start of one of those stories where a student falls for her teacher?"
"Shut up..." Flash retorted, almost angrily, waiting for an explanation from his girlfriend.
Liz, slightly embarrassed by the awkward situation, blushed - "Hey, hey! I meant that he doesn't scream at everything that moves like other teachers, okay?!"
Mary just giggled, covering her mouth with her hand - "Sure, sure..." she said, trying not to laugh louder at Flash's reaction.
× Kira | Evening ×
*Sigh* I hadn't expected my workday to drag on like this, all because of those damned papers. If it weren't for all the issues, I'd already be home, but fate had other plans. Maybe I should have taken the day off; the opportunity was there, but I thought it would be useful to learn about the situation and how my memories work. Obviously, my past self was far from any scientific fields, whether it be mathematics or physics, but this body, likely due to its previous studies, remembers everything. It's convenient but feels strange, like recalling something long forgotten. This doesn't just apply to subjects, but also to the names of other teachers; at first, I didn't know them, but as soon as I see them, their names come back to me.
I think I've had enough complex thoughts for today; I need to stop by the store and buy some rice. I'm really craving rice with meat and some sauce. My appetite has definitely kicked in. Lost in these thoughts, which unconsciously brought a relaxed smile to my face, I was suddenly jolted by a strong grip on my arm. Then, I realized I was rolling on the ground. What happened?
"Hey Mike, we caught one!" exclaimed a youthful male voice, somewhere between 17 to 20 years old.
In response, a very annoyed voice, which I pegged at around 21 years old, retorted - "Idiot! You might as well have given out my phone number too!" - a shock made everything go dark before me. When my vision cleared, I saw my clothes were half-soaked from water dripping from a pipe in an alleyway. My heart was racing; was I being robbed? It felt like everything was against me.
Turning my head towards the empty street from which I was dragged, I saw three
silhouettes, one rummaging through my dropped bag.
Trying to stand, I supported myself with my right hand, only for a wave of sharp pain to shoot through my body from the hand - "Ouch, damn it..." - looking at my palm, I saw glass shards sticking out and blood flowing freely - "I... need a hospital..." - barely standing on one knee, I felt a strong blow to my face, knocking me down again.
"Where's your wallet, huh?" - such a vile voice. I wanted to tear out his tongue, to make him feel this pain.
"Take it easy on him. What if you accidentally kill him?" - their voices got closer as I tried to crawl away, constantly hitting glass shards. Their conversation turned into an indistinct murmur I couldn't make out.
Why must I go through this? Thrown here against my will and subjected to such torment?! I hate it! Vile creatures, I'll make you feel this! It's only fair. Completely justified, without any guilt!
× Mike ×
If that idiot Roger hadn't blurted out my name, things would have been simpler. We just wanted to scare him and take his money, but now it looks like we'll have to kill him. No choice, we'll have to lay low for a while since this fancy-dressed guy will probably be missed.
By the way, we caught a wealthy catch today. Expensive suit, even his watch wasn't cheap, overall a good day. But there wasn't much of value in his bag, just papers. He seems to be in shock now, mumbling something as he tries to crawl away.
"Alright, let's make it quick," I told Roger, so he'd get on with it. We'll need to talk about keeping things confidential later; if he slips up like this again, I'll have to deal with him too.
"AAAAAH!" Suddenly, everything happened so fast, I barely understood what occurred. The man, lying on the ground, swiftly turned and stabbed Roger in the cheek with a glass shard as he approached with a knife. Roger's cheek was slashed open, and he fell to his knees, dropping the knife.
"Stupid kids..." the man stood up, swaying slightly, holding the glass shard in his injured hand - "Your lips haven't even dried yet, and you're already robbing people?!"
"PAIN!" Roger was still clutching his torn cheek, mumbling incoherently, but was silenced by a kick from the blond, who continued to stomp on the boy's head until his body stopped twitching - "SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! I DON'T HAVE TO LISTEN TO YOUR WHINING!"
Finally stopping, the man fell to one knee next to the mutilated head, dropping the glass shard from his hand. Then, Kyle ran towards him from my left, pulling out his knife. He seemed to have recovered from the shock.
"Die!" - As Kyle was about to stab the man in the head, his hand froze.
"What... What are you doing? Kill him!"
"I can't move my hand! WHAT'S HAPPENING?!" Kyle screamed, struggling to pull his hand away.
"ha... HAHAHA, YES!" Suddenly, the man began to laugh, falling to his knees and raising his hands towards the sky - "FINALLY, IT'S MINE! I KNEW IT, I BELIEVED! LUCK IS FINALLY ON MY SIDE!"
God... What's even happening here?
× Kira ×
There it was before me! My stand! It might not be Killer Queen, but I'm satisfied; finally, my prayers were answered! The stand before me was Sticky Fingers, firmly gripping the wrist of this bastard.
Feeling adrenaline surge through my body, I managed to stand, not noticing how I'd calmed down. I still felt anger, but the joy of acquiring a stand overshadowed it - "If you kids haven't been taught that you must face the consequences of your actions, then I'll teach you. STICKY FINGERS!"
"ARI ARI ARI ARI ARI ARI ARI ARI ARI ARI ARI ARI ARI ARI ARI ARI ARI ARI!" - the stand cried out as it pummeled the masked thug with a barrage of punches. The blows were so fast they seemed to blur, making it hard for even me to keep up with the speed.
After the beating ended, the boy fell to the ground, dead or nearly so. I had broken too many of his bones for him to survive. The leader, frightened, began to run from the alley, trying to escape.
"I won't let any of you get away!" - Sticky Fingers grabbed one of the many glass shards and threw it accurately into his neck, piercing it through.
Finally, the body, clutching its bleeding wound, fell to the ground, dying quickly and painfully - "It's only fair."