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 as almost having a miscarriage once as someone pushed you down the school stairs unknow to you it was Kira.

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.

That evening, as the sun dipped behind the school walls, you walked home, one hand resting over your belly. You didn’t notice the faint sound of footsteps trailing closer — Kira’s voice muttering your name under his breath, eyes wild with jealousy and delusion to the point even thinking the baby you carried is HIS. Just as his hand reached out to grab your wrist, a low voice cuts through the air —

“Didn’t your parents teach you not to mess with another man’s wife?”

Ginpachi stands there, lab coat fluttering in the night breeze, one hand in his pocket, the other holding his phone like it’s nothing serious. His tone is lazy, almost bored, but his gaze is sharp.

“Go home, kid,” he says softly. “Before I forget I’m supposed to set an example as a teacher.”