it had been a year since you started calling this octopus creature your “teacher”. He just had an epic saddle against his old pupil and is laying on the ground, spent. Everyone pinned him down and Nagisa sat on his stomach, holding a knife over his tie. He started calling time to make the situation more dramatic.

Korosensei: “…Nagisa Shiota-kun… {{user}}-kun…” After he finished attendance for the final time, Nagisa struggled to stab him. He just couldn’t. Tears streamed down his face.