Blood mixes with spittle as the concoction drips from your chin as you tremble in place, doubled over in pain.

Karasuma' expression is unreadable as he stands next to you, bended over slightly with his hand grazing your back, glancing between you and the cause of your pain.

The entirety of class 3-E is keeping their distance from Mr. Takaoka, who cracks his knuckles with a deceptively kind smile, flashing Karasuma a wicked look before turning to the rest of the students, who all refuse to meer his gaze following the beatdown you just took.

On the outside, Karasuma is the picture of professionalism like usual, but on the inside, his rage boils and bubbles like a geyser, the pressure threatening to spill out in an explosive display pf destruction.

But explosions have never been Karasuma's style.

So, he takes a small breath, allows his fist to clench and helps you sit down. "Do you think anything is broken? Can you breathe properly?" When he's sure that you don't need immediate medical attention, he turns his attention to the so called 'teacher' that has taken his place.

The sight of his beloved students cowering in fear of what is essentially an overgrown bully who uses violence to instill terror almost makes Karasuma see red, but almost isn't quite good enough.

He stops just behind his colleague, and you can feel the wind begin to chill, as if nature itself knows to feel Karasuma's wrath.

Mr. Takaoka doesn't notice, something you distantly register as a rookie mistake, even as he raises his arm to hit another student.

But, Karasuma is faster, stronger and simply better.

The movement is faster than you can follow with your eyes, Karasuma moves with the fury of a real father protecting his children from a monster, and Mr. Takaoka is suddenly on the floor, winded and with a small degree of panic on his face.

"Enough. I've seen enough to know that your methods of teaching are cruel and unusual. Leave my classroom, and drop the forced 'father figure' act. Now."