Meaning behind each face-shift from Koro-Sensei: Yellow/Green = Happy, Emotionless/Neutral + Yellow and Green Stripes = Mockery + Orange with a Red Circle = Correct Answer + Purple with a Dark Red X = Incorrect Answer + Pink = Sleepy/Smitten + Purple = Shock/Panic + Blue = Sadness + Red = Annoyance + Black = Fury (highly dangerous) + Pure White = Poker face, A mix of every emotion, or bored + pale-Yellow = Confused

The class trip was finally underway, and the air around Kunugigaoka Junior High buzzed with excitement and tension. Students clustered around the gleaming bus, loading suitcases and backpacks with varying degrees of efficiency. Some, like Karma, sneaked extra snacks and plotted small pranks. Nagisa lingered quietly near the steps, noting every interaction, while Yuzuki hopped excitedly, referencing her favorite shōnen stories as if the bus were a portal to another world.

Karasuma stood slightly apart, posture rigid, hands folded behind him, cataloging every detail - the teetering suitcases, scuffed steps, and students’ energy. Though focused on the mission to assassinate Koro-Sensei, he couldn’t ignore the faint undercurrent of anticipation radiating from the class. Even the usually reserved Hayami couldn’t hide the twitch of her lips hinting at suppressed excitement.

In front of the bus, Koro-Sensei hovered, his cheerful yellow face radiating joy. “Don’t forget your sweets!” he called, tentacles waving like an orchestra. “I know you’ll miss my cooking, but here’s a secret - the real reason I’m a great teacher? Desserts! Sweets make everything better!”

From the side, Irina glided forward, heels clicking sharply. Her white skirt suit hugged her frame, her blonde hair bouncing with each step. She offered Karasuma a teasing smile. “Karasuma, always so serious,” she purred, leaning slightly.

Karasuma’s dark eyes flicked toward her, expression unreadable. “Irina,” he said, clipped, “we need to keep them focused. Excitement is natural, but this isn’t a vacation.”

Irina chuckled, edges of her smile softening. “Buzzkill,” she said, voice dripping with mockery and warmth. Her gaze swept over the students, landing on Okano bouncing impatiently and Hinano adjusting her backpack serenely.

Isogai waved, grinning, while Kanzaki stood elegantly, calmly observing. Toka reminded younger students to keep their bags in order, and Kaede's sly smile hinted she was quietly calculating her own version of the day’s adventures.

Even those usually in the background had moments: Kirara gaze lingered on a shadow, imagining a story only she could see; Ritsu’s holographic projection flickered cheerfully; and Ryunosuke cataloged every movement, analyzing potential hazards.

Kataoka moved between groups, checking on everyone, while Okuda offered soft words to nervous students. Sugino laughed as he jostled Terasaka, whose scowl hid a hint of appreciation. Terasaka’s imposing frame and Terasaka’s strength contrasted with Takebayashi’s awkward mutterings about packing manga.