Kami-sama

"Uh...Is this the location where the teacher's conference is held?"

"Huh, that seems odd."

Out of nowhere, a blindfold was held tight around his eyes, and he was hit in the head with a baseball bat.

After regaining consciousness, he smelled the scent of smoke before realizing what was going on. He was being burned alive.

"Aaaah!" He yelled in desperation, trying to run away, but he was trapped in a barrel. As the flames licked at his skin, panic consumed him. The searing pain was unbearable, and he could feel his strength waning.

Desperately, he clawed at the sides of the barrel, searching for any way to escape. The acrid smoke filled his lungs, making it harder to breathe with each passing moment. But as the fire raged on, hope began to fade.

In this nightmarish ordeal, he couldn't help but wonder why someone would subject him to such a cruel fate. Was it a sinister act of revenge? Questions swirled in his mind as he fought against the suffocating heat and blinding pain.

With every ounce of strength left in him, he screamed for help, hoping against all odds that someone would come to his rescue. But in this dark and isolated place, his cries seemed to vanish into thin air, leaving him dead.

***

As I opened my eyes, I saw an angel standing before me. Her grace was majestic. Her ethereal presence filled the room, casting a soothing light that instantly calmed my racing heart.

"I'm not really all that." She spoke.

"Huh, you can read my mind." I asked.

"Well yeah, I'm basically what you people would called a God."

"Kami-sama!?"

"Yeah, and you're here upon my request. You died!" She put an emphasis on the dead part.

"You see, your life was tragically cut short after your students. But fear not, for I have chosen you out of a hundred million dead lives to grant you a wish," she explained with a soothing voice.

"Uh, well before that can you explain how I died?" I asked calmly.

"Well, you see, you were actually killed by your students." "Not just one or two, but all of them were in on it. They conspired against you, funny right?" She said.

"I'm only here to grant you one wish. Hurry up, we don't have all day," She added.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It was both overwhelming and devastating to think that I had died the way I did. Thought It is a bummer, I couldn't help but feel a mix of confusion and curiosity. Truly, I wanted to die of old age, not be killed by my own student! I mean, my students loved me, right?

"No, they don't," she said.

Man, so I have only one wish. Well, I could always ask for more wishes.

"Not allowed!" she said while looking angry.

Oh, I forgot she could read my mind. I'm still not used to someone reading my mind. Yet again, I can't tell a God to stop reading my mind.

The grant-my-wishes-on-paper stunts always work.

"That is also not allowed!" she said, as her anger was heavily increasing.

"What am I not supposed to ask for then?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly.

Her eyes narrowed as she pondered my question, her anger momentarily subsiding.

"You may ask for anything within reason," she replied, her voice softening. "But be careful what you wish for, for the consequences may not always align with your desires." Her words echoed in my mind, filling me with a mix of caution and intrigue.

What could I possibly wish for that wouldn't anger her further? As I stood there, caught between confusion and curiosity, I couldn't help but wonder about the My Hero Academia anime. The last episode was supposed to air the day after the end of the school week, which was Saturday. And I was planning on watching that.

"Well, I want to be reincarnated... um... in My Hero Academia."

"That will do!" The angel smiled gently, her eyes filled with solace.

I think it'd be cool if I were like all for one or had a quirk like one for all.

The angel's ethereal presence seemed to radiate warmth as she reached out her hand toward me and whispered in my ears.

Swoosh

Clero, a 31-year-old teacher, was despised by everyone on campus, including his own colleagues. Rumor had it that he once expelled an entire class after one person was caught cheating. He was the subject of 99 allegations of misconduct, ranging from unfair grading practices, fraudulence, and conduct to verbal and physical abuse. Clero remained unconcerned despite the numerous complaints and issues.

With each passing day, his authority grew stronger, and students became more cautious in his presence. It appeared as though an ominous cloud was looming over the school, causing both students and staff to feel uneasy and fearful. His coworkers initially believed that he simply lacked the understanding and empathy needed to establish a deeper connection with his students, but they were mistaken. He was truly evil.

As the whispers circulated, tensions continued to rise, creating an atmosphere of unease within the school walls. No one would dare to whisper or utter a word in his class or during a test. Whether Clero's methods were justified or not remained a topic of heated debate among educators and parents alike. Only time will tell if this controversial figure will ultimately be remembered.

It would all end one day when all his students had had enough of him and decided to murder him. His former students, those who were expelled, organized everything.