Astralyn’s POV.

“Good morning, class!” Mr. Britch called out.

“Good morning, Mr. Britch!” the class responded in unison.

Several people in the back snickered, and I rolled my eyes and tapped my desk with a pencil.

“Idiots,” I muttered.

“Well…….” Kosuke drew out. “It kinda does sound like *redacted*.”

“Oh, shut up.”

Mr. Britch cleared his throat. “Today, we have some special guests from Japan visiting for a while. I expect all of you-” Mr. Britch glanced at the kids in the back “-to be on your best behavior!”

“He got that right,” Kosuke murmured.

“Japan? That’s pretty far away,” I answered. “And kinda weird. Why would people from Japan come all the way here to our class where the teacher’s nickname is *redacted*?”

“Guess they want the chance to call him *redacted*,” Kosuke said.

I coughed. Loudly.

Mr. Britch raised an eyebrow at me. “Anything you’d like to share, Astralyn?”

“Nope! I’m fine!” I replied quickly.

Someone by the door cleared their throat, and everyone turned to look at them. Then someone outside pounded on the wall.

“What the-” Kosuke started.

“Hey, don’t do that Inosuke! That’s rude!” someone shouted.

“Don’t tell big boss Inosuke what to do!” another person yelled back.

“What in the actual heck?!” I said.

“Are we really sure these are the people from Japan? They sure don’t sound like it…” replied Kosuke.

The sound of someone cursing furiously echoed around the classroom.

“Yup. They definitely have the mouth of your average 8th grader.” I agreed.

“Oh shut up!” someone outside yelled.

“Ohh, this is gonna be great!” I could practically hear the glee in my classmates' voices.

“I thought these guests were gonna teach us something?” Pala, the teacher’s pet, grumbled.

Mr. Britch sighed. “Tanjiro, please get Inosuke under control, many thanks.”

“On it sir!” there was the sound of wrestling, then silence.

“Hey, Tanjiro, do you think there’s gonna be pretty girls in there?”

I choked on my water.

“Shut up, pervert!” another voice came.

“Just asking, okay?!”

Mr. Britch sighed again. “Please come inside!”

14 people marched in, bumping into each other as the classroom became extremely crowded.

I won’t even try to describe all of them. It would take me approximately 5 years to do that task. Kosuke might be able to do it, seeing as she talks at the speed of light. Not kidding, by the way. Half the time no one can understand her. Guess I’m special, then. Oh, speaking of Kosuke, she slouched down into her seat, trying to make herself as small as possible. She has selective mutism. Basically means she can’t talk to strangers. Wait, how did she even become my friend in the first place?

Unlucky for her, Mr. Britch called on her. “Kosuke, could you please introduce the class to our guests?”

“Uhh……” everyone proceeded to stare at my friend as she sank even lower into her chair.

I raised my hand to save her from the wrath of our teacher. “Mr. Britch, can I do it?”

“No.”

“Guess we’ll rot here for all eternity.”

Someone snickered.

“Uh..uh…hi…this is…uh…our history class…um-uh….t-taught by Mr. *redacted*,” Kosuke slammed her hand on her mouth as everyone gaped.

I started wheezing with laughter, then jumped up. “She said Mr. Britch! I swear on all the stars in the sky that’s what she said!”

Mr. Britch groaned.

“Soooo…our teacher is Mr. Britch, this is our homeroom, room 218. This class is full of a bunch of idiots in the back, so pay them no mind. All the smart people are in the front. You can talk to them for the whole period. Anyways!”

Mr. Britch interrupted. “Thank you for the introduction, Astralyn, but you may sit down now.”

I shrugged. “At least I tried, right?”

“I’d rather you just kept your mouth shut.” Mr. Britch said.

“Sure, sure. Keep lying to yourself.”

One of the guests, a boy with yellow and orange hair suddenly yelled, “Hey, you, girl!” He pointed to Madeline, a nice girl with brown hair. “Marry me!”

Madeline gave him a strange look. “Uhh…what?”

“Zenitsu…!” a boy with reddish hair hissed.

A girl resembling the boy with reddish hair looked at the ground.

“What?” the boy called Zenitsu said, turning to the girl. “Don’t worry Nezuko, I’ll just have multiple wives like Uzui! I mean, if he can have three, I can have-” he quickly counted the number of girls in the room. “Sixteen!”

“Ok, this guy is really weird.” Kosuke whispered to me, having fully recovered now.

“Agreed.” I whispered back.

“I bet five gallons of air that all the guests have some sort of issue,” Kosuke told me.

“I would accept, but unfortunately, the problem is I agree with you.”

“Astralyn and Kosuke. Do you need to be moved?” Mr. Britch gave us a hard stare.

“Hold on, how come you’re picking on us when there are like ten people in the back always doing absolute freaking nonsense and you never raise a finger?!?” I stood up and threw my arms back to indicate two boys tumbling on the floor, with another asleep on his desk.

“Well…” Mr. Britch was at a loss for words. “You’re supposed to be a model student, Astralyn!”

“AND THEY AREN’T???!!!!” I almost shouted.

“This is getting flashy!” one of the taller guests commented.

I groaned and sat back in my chair. Kosuke bopped me.

“Koosssuuuukkeee………” I groaned once more, flopping my head backwards.

“Hehe!” my friend giggled.

“Awww, those two are so cute!” a guest with pink and green hair cooed.

I exchanged a horrified look with Kosuke.

“Hold on, are they sisters?” the tallest guest asked.

“NO!” Kosuke and I shouted together.

“They are!” the entire back shouted.

“Shut up!” I seethed.

“Womp womp!”

“Hey you!” Bob shouted. “The one with green and pink hair! I hope you know CPR, because you take my breath away.”

“Did you seriously just try to rizz her up?” I said in disbelief.

“Yes, and what are you gonna do about it?”

“Absolutely freaking nothing. They’ll probably beat you up later or something.”

Mr. Britch clapped his hands loudly. “CLASS! QUIET!”

“No one cares, Mr. *redacted*!” some idiot guy in the back, Johnny, shouted.

Mr. Britch glared. “Lunch detention.”

“He’s right though!” Thomas defended his best friend.

“LUNCH DETENTION FOR THE ENTIRE CLASS!” Mr. Britch turned to the guests. “I am so sorry about this.”

“Uhh, Mr. Britch?” Kosuke raised her hand tentatively.

“What!” he growled, not even trying to hide his annoyance.

“The Common Article 33 of the Fourth Geneva Convention states that collective punishment is prohibited.” Kosuke said.

You could hear a pin drop from a mile away.

“Aren’t you the history teacher?” a girl with deep purple eyes that looked almost soulless and black hair questioned.

“Yes.” Mr. Britch grumbled.

“Oh.” the girl had a small smile on her face that seemed to be plastered there.

Thankfully, the bell rang and everyone ran out for lunch, pushing the guests aside.

I dragged Kosuke out with me.

“Is it just me, or do you have a really bad feeling about this year?”