Monday, 9 February 2026

The Troublemakers’ Lair: Side Story – Tuesday Diary Entry

Meisa High School Teachers’ Daily Diary



Tuesday — Mathematics
Teacher: Tsugai Makoto, age 48

Rikka High School. How I wish that institution would simply disappear from the face of the Earth.

Today, while teaching Class 2-A, a series of alarms began blaring from the direction of the neighbouring school. At first, I assumed it was merely their class bell—an irritation, but a tolerable one. I was wrong.

It was the fire alarm.

Excellent. Forget sequences, coordinate geometry, functions, and polynomial equations altogether. Not only was I unable to concentrate on my lesson, my students were suddenly wide awake, their eyes shining with curiosity, heads repeatedly turning towards the windows as if mathematics had ceased to exist.

From the second floor, we could clearly see smoke pouring out of one of Rikka High School’s laboratory windows. Shouts echoed across the grounds—teachers yelling instructions, students shouting fire, fire, though notably not in panic so much as excitement. Fifteen minutes later, a fire engine arrived. Apparently, an experiment on the second floor had gone disastrously wrong.

It took nearly another fifteen minutes to extinguish the fire. The firefighters remained on site, checking for further risks due to the laboratory’s stored liquids and gases. Thanks to the wind, the smoke drifted generously into our campus.

It was both a visual and olfactory assault.

Once the firefighters departed, the Rikka students were dismissed and herded back into their classrooms. All except one group. The students responsible for the incident were left standing in the field.

As expected, it was none other than Class 2-B—the undisputed champions of troublemaking.

Their punishment was loud, public, and thoroughly deserved. We could hear the teachers scolding them from our side of the grounds before ordering the entire class to run ten laps around the field. Collective responsibility, they called it. A reminder not to repeat the same mistake.

And yet, as they ran, some of them were laughing.

I knew it. There was no repentance to be found among them. Only amusement.

I can only hope this is both the first and last time my mathematics lesson is sacrificed to Rikka High School’s enthusiasm for chaos.

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