Second Place {Nagisa x Reader}

||Chapter 27!!||

||Y/n's P.o.v||

In the end we had to do what Takaoka said, and do his terrible regime. Currently we were doing 300 hundred squats. I was freaking dying while doing them because my ankle was hurting so bad. I literally had to do one footed squats because any time I put pressure on my left ankle it hurt like hell. I could feel my right leg giving out, and I fell onto the ground,

    "Y/n!" Okuda exclaimed.

I remained on the floor for a second before getting on my hands and knees, trying to get it up, but I couldn't...

    "Hey, L/n who said you could rest?" Takaoka threatened.   

    "Sir--" I breathed out, "I can't do this  anymore...I'm dehydrated and my  body physically won't get up. You can beat me all u want... It's not gonna change anything..." I told him out of breath.

"Y/n stop talking back! Just do what he says or hurt you!" Okuda whispered.

I shook my head, I was starting to get scared

"I'm not talking back...I can't stand on my own...I—I twisted my ankle..." I tell her.

I heard her whimper in fear, but before Takaoka could do or say anything to me Kurahashi called out to Mr. K,

                  "Hey, now! Karasuma's not part of our family. Punishment time." Takaoka warned cracking his knuckles.

Another surge of adrenaline surged through me and I grabbed Okuda's arm and she helped me up. I wasn't about to let another girl get beat up,

    "This is what happens to kids who don't rely on dad alone!" He threatened happily, rasing his fist.

He got ready to punch Kurahashi but Mr. K caught Takaoka's arm. Sighed a breath of relief, Mr. K was gonna save the day,

    "That's enough. If you want to get violent, get violent with me."

    "I figured it was about time for you to stick your nose in, Karasuma..." Takaoka said.

Mr. Karasuma let go of Takoka's arm, since he wasn't going to hit Kurahashi anymore,

    "And it's about time for me to go there. Like I said: This isn't violence, it's education."

'Education my ass...we're not in the military, you don't get to hit us' I thought as I glared at Takaoka. Takaoka turned to Mr. Karasuma, facing away from us,

    "I don't want to engage with you through violence. If we do face off, it'll be as teachers. Choose the best of the students you've trained, Karasuma. They can fight me, and if their knife so much as touches me..."

Takaoka walked over to his army bag on the floor and opened it up,

    "...I'll concede that your style of education is better than mine and take my leave."

The whole class including myself gasped. That was a pretty promising deal,

    "But we won't be using these old things." He said bending a green knife, "No you'll be killing me...and that means you'll need the real thing."

When he said that and stabbed his knife into the ground, my blood ran cold...

    "Enough! They're neither trained nor prepared to kill a human!" Mr. Karasuma argued.

    "Relax-- stopping just before contact will count as a hit." Takaoka assured him, "And I'm barehanded. What more of a handicap do you want?"

Before I could stop myself I raised my hand and started limping through the crowd,