Just a normal day

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I can't find the name of Karma's dad, so the one here will be the real one.

Apologies for the confusion.

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"You guys are back. About time." Sugino cheered.

"Haha, it was fun, but I think being here suits us more." Nagisa sheepishly took his seat.

"Well it's supposed to." Meg teased.

"Korosensei's lessons are more fun than the other guys, and that says a lot." Itona slumped in his seat. 

"Well I'm flattered, nurufufufu! Oh right, today we have a special guest. Please come in." Korosensei waved to the doorway, and a man walked in. 

Everyone, including Karasuma, was surprised. 

"K-Kazuko Adachi?" 

"Yo! Dad!"

The man had similar red hair to Karma, just a little darker. His eyes were sharper in a golden color, and he was wearing a simple black suit. 

"Hm, well, before I begin what I'll be talking about today, I need to do something." He walked over to Karma's desk in the back and slammed down his hand.  

"Are you stupid? What made you think going after the League of Villains and that organization at the same time was a good idea? And making enemies with them? And dragging others into this?" He scolded. 

"I didn't drag them technically....they came on their own accord and the government made them?" Karma answered cheekily. 

"Same thing, getting yourself involved. It takes difficulty keeping everything a secret." 

"Oh so-"

"Don't give me that attitude and don't do that again." 

"Fine...."

'Despite appearances and status, he seems like a pretty cool father.' Korosensei and Karasuma thought, while the rest of the class was just deadpanning. 

"So, moving on from my rather problematic son, you guys are studying economics, correct?" 

"Yes." Korosensei said. 

"You're not a student, so kindly shut your mouth. Now, I'm not going to bore you guys with an entire lecture. Instead, I'm going to show you this." 

With a wave of his hand, the classroom they just sat in disappeared. An elegant white room appeared. Screens and holograms of charts, statistics, and graphs were on the walls. Plenty of other business-y things filled the room. 

The students fell on the floor, taking it all around them. 

"Holy-" Okano stood up, walking around and looking at all of it. 

"Exactly how rich are you?" Nagisa asked, and the other students turned to look at him. 

"It's not my money, it's my dad's." He suddenly had an idea. "Dad~ You're embarrassing me!"

"Who's embarrassing who?" Kazuko sighed at his son. 

"I struggle to work the TV and you're here having this!" Isogai laughed. 

"It's settled. Adachi shall pay for all our school fees!" Korosensei joked. 

"Actually, let's get the octopus out of here." He waved his hand and their teacher disappeared. "He's fine, back in the classroom." 

"What's your quirk exactly? Teleportation?" Rio asked. 

"Close. Actually, it is-" Adachi began.

"Pocket-space creation. It's pretty amazing. He can create a room in space-" Karma butted in. 

"Don't. Interrupt. Me." 

'Their father-son relationship is actually pretty funny.' Class 3-E thought. 

"But it's as he said. I can create a pocket-space, and do as I wish in there. However, I cannot bring things out, only take things in. Humans are an exception." He said. 

'I heard he was strong, but I didn't expect that.' Karasuma thought. 

"Pay attention to the charts. These are updated in real time. In testing basic information, I will have you working and identifying these." 

Karma's face immediately turned sour. "He's doing that? Y'all are dead." 

"What's that?" Kayano tilted her head. 

"Look at the screen up there. It's how he makes me study when he visits me." They all looked up, and turned pale. 

"Your dad is definitely a despot." Sugino shivered. 

Of the grueling tasks they were supposed to do, they only managed to finish about half they were given. Only a few were able to finish more than that, and afterwards, they were all burned out. 

"Are you students okay?" Irina actually looked worried. 

"I've concluded. Mental torture is worse than physical torture." Rio laid down on the floor. "How do you even survive this Karma?" 

"Get's normal after a while." The redhead rubbed his head. 

"That's not something to be normalized." Nagisa looked at him. 

"I've earned a newfound respect for him." Sugino stared at him with respecting eyes. 

"Hate to break it to you, but it's a lot like the pressure you feel from debts, bills, high paying jobs and keeping them, etc. Especially in the beginning." Karasuma tried to make themselves feel a little less tense, but he's terrible at Ted Talks. 

"You guys did a lot worse than I expected. Moving on, we need to get you back to the classroom." With another wave of his hands, Adachi put back everyone in their rightful places in the classroom. 

"I have all the data from the activity saved in my memory!" Ritsu dinged after she finished downloading. 

"MY STUDENTS! I thought I'd never see you again!" Korosensei cried. 

"You're going to do that and leave? At least tell us something." Karma whined at his dad. 

"I feel nothing to say to you all, especially you, since we'll be having a long talk at home, but...." He paused a bit, and thought. "In five hours and twenty six minutes, you should be prepared for a turn of events. That's all." 

He slammed the sliding door behind him. 

"How oddly specific and a horrible way to exit." Irina commented. 

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But for some reason, the man's prediction did come true. And at the same time he said, no less.

First, they received a few calls from an anonymous person on Korosensei's phone, but it was all lines of static. 

"Turn of events? I don't see it..." Maehara said. 

"Yeah, a turn of events is definitely not the bulldozer outside trying to knock down the building." Meg looked at the window, and so did everyone else. 

"Is that the principal I see?" Isogai asked. 

"What the hell?" 

The principal smiled as he stepped out. "Hello, Class 1-E. I've come to create a future I envision." 

"Not this crap again. I still haven't gotten my ramen." Itona sighed. 

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