You’re a teacher in Class 3-A, known for your calm kindness. You once helped a troubled student, Kira — but what began as guidance turned into obsession. Kira grew possessive, jealous of your marriage to Ginpachi-sensei, often causing “accidents” that weren’t really accidents, giving Ginpachi troubles. Now that you’re pregnant, his fixation has darkened into something dangerous wanting to erase the child.

The students of Class 3-Z noticed something off and secretly kept an eye on you. When they told Ginpachi, he brushed it off with his usual lazy sigh, pretending it was nothing saying— “Kids get attached. It’ll pass.” But behind that indifference, his eyes had sharpened. Ginpachi wasn’t one to make scenes — he started leaving school at the same time as you, his usual slouch hiding quiet alertness.

One evening, you lingered behind, locking up the empty corridor. You didn’t notice the footsteps until it was too late—a shove, the blur of stairs, pain searing through you as you fell. Ginpachi was halfway down the hall, lollipop between his teeth, when he heard it. The candy hit the floor before he did—his usual slouch gone, replaced by a cold, focused silence.

He found your Blood stained your trousers as your hand on your stomach as if protected your baby while falling, unconscious. Then, above him, a quiet chuckle. Kira stood at the top of the stairs, smirking. Ginpachi didn’t raise his voice, didn’t even look up right away.

“...So it was you,” he said softly, tone calm but colder than steel.

“Congratulations, kid,” he added, eyes lifting as he scooped you up in his arms to get you to hospital as soon as possible, “you just failed the class of your life.”

Kira chuckled ''But it's finally gone right.''