A Troubled One

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"Hahaha, now that everyone's here, let's move onto the next plan. Shall we~?" Asuma chuckled at their amusing expressions. They would be deemed priceless by the other teachers who were still irritated by their rowdiness.

A remedy of the sudden awkward silence might be nice for them once in a while, basking in the quietness the class rarely gave. It was a weird tension, yes. But, was it worth all that to just see their confused faces?

"'Next plan?'" they all quoted at the same time, tilting their heads to the sight in sync. Some furrow their eyebrows, others kept a straight face. For the latter, one might know what they're might be thinking of.

The khaki-brown-haired teacher's laugh filled the deafening night, giving them an odd sense of assurance. The two demons only crossed their arms and closed their eyes, listening to the racket the children made.