A tale of voodoo and humiliation that stretches beyond a simple class project.
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“And that, my wonderful students, brings us to today’s special elective!” Korosensi flourished a tentacle, producing a thick, leather-bound book from seemingly nowhere. Dust puffed from its pages. “Beyond ballistics, beyond blade-work, beyond even the subtle art of psychological warfare… lies the occult.” A murmur rippled through the seating. Karma Akabane, lounging in his chair, raised an eyebrow.
“Occult? Sensei, are you suggesting we try to summon a demon to do the job?”
“Oh, I am the demon, Akabane-kun!” Korosensei chirped cheerfully. “But your question is excellent! The occult is, at its core, the belief in influencing the physical world through non-physical means. Curses. Spells. Rituals. If you can harm my body through a symbolic representation of it…” He tapped the book. “Then you bypass my speed entirely.”
Nagisa Shiota, seated near the window, felt a familiar spark of interest, however. Assassination was, at its heart, about finding the angle no one else had considered. This was certainly that.
“We’re going to learn voodoo?” Karma asked, his lazy posture suddenly sharp with mild intrigue.
“We’re going to try,” Korosensei corrected, his smile softening. “Whether it works… well. That’s the experiment, isn’t it?”
—
A voodoo doll, baring the pudgy, yellow likeness of their alien teacher, lay motionless on the classroom desk, its crude yarn body and button eyes blankly staring up at the ceiling. It was surprisingly easy to make. Kaede Kayano prodded it with a pencil, then sighed.
“Nothing,” she muttered.
Beside her, Karma Akabane tilted his chair back, watching with mild amusement. “You really thought sticking pins into a doll made of old gym socks was going to kill the unkillable?”
“It was worth a shot,” Kayano said defensively. “And I didn’t use gym socks.”
Across the table, Nagisa Shiota looked on, deep in thought.
“What if,” he said quietly, “we don’t try to hurt Sensei directly?”
Korosensei tilted his head into frame, startling them. “Elaborate, Nagisa-kun.”
“Voodoo dolls are about sympathetic magic, right? Connection through effigy.” Nagisa’s blue eyes were thoughtful. “But the connection doesn’t have to be used for harm. It can be used for control.”
Karma sat up straighter.
“You’re suggesting,” he said slowly, a dangerous smile spreading across his face, “that we don’t assassinate Sensei. We puppet him. Make him attack himself.”
“Or make him vulnerable,” Nagisa said. “Make him hold still. Open his mouth. Anything.” Korosensei’s smile had not wavered, but his expression had shifted. Genuine pride and genuine interest was there. “A tactical recontextualization! Excellent, Nagisa-kun! You’ve identified the true strategic value of material magic!”
“How will we get the control part to work if we can’t get the pain part to work?” Karma asked, brow raised.
“Uhh… I guess we just… wing it?” Nagisa suggested. “I don’t know how this stuff got so popular if it’s so hard to do.”
“Because it’s obviously fake,” Karma said, closing his eyes with his hands in a shrugging position. “Material magic. Feh.”
Kaede listened. And an idea began to form.
Kaede retrieved two fresh burlap squares.
She worked quickly. Her fingers, so adept at sewing and craft projects, moved with practiced ease. Button eyes. Red thread smiles. And hair she just plucked from Nagisa’s head, making him belt out a shocked “EEP!”
She collected strands of red hair from Karma’s collar that had shed like cat fur. He eyed her doing this but didn’t stop her.
She bound the hair into the dolls’ chests with tight, neat stitches.
Then she held up her two new voodoo dolls. “Nagisa. Karma. Meet Nagisa and Karma.”
She held the Nagisa doll in her left hand, the Karma doll in her right. “…Sorry about this,” she whispered before they could say anything.
She moved the Nagisa doll’s right arm.
Nagisa’s right arm swung casually at his side and then suddenly jerked upward in a stiff, robotic motion.
He stumbled. Looked down at his arm. It was trembling slightly, held at an unnatural angle.
“What the-?” He tried to lower it. It wouldn’t lower. It moved again, this time in a slow, deliberate arc, like a puppet on strings.
No way, he thought. No way!
Kaede bit her lip. She made the Nagisa doll wave. Made it point. Made it touch its own face.
It was working. It was actually working.
She switched to the Karma doll. She gave a tug at his left leg and it decided to kick out sideways for no apparent reason.
He stumbled to the side before his leg swung over to try and attack Korosensei. “The hell?”
His leg kicked again. Then his arm jerked up, index finger extended, pointing at nothing. Then she had them grab their weapons and take aim!
Coordinates attacks sprung from Nagisa and Karma both at once! The way the two moved was intense! The way their attacks came at him made it so that they didn’t need to think about moving. They just did. As such, their speed and timing had increased… but not by much.
Korosensei managed to pin his tentacles to both their foreheads. Nagisa and Karma’s arms were pinwheeling like little toddlers at him as Kaede made them continue to spin.
“Well, that almost worked but…” Korosensei smiled at her. “Puppeting a human being with another human being still makes it so there’s a slight lapse in reaction time. Also, the longer it goes on, the more you need to concentrate. All of a sudden, you found yourself doing the work of three people instead of just one.”
“Aww… so it’s a bust,” Kaede sighed.
Nagisa and Karma’s arms flopped to their sides and then they flinched as they felt control come back to their hands. They examined them with keen interest. That felt strange.
“This is still remarkable, however!” Korosensei zipped closer, examining the dolls with genuine scientific interest. “You’ve established a sympathetic link! The mechanism is unclear, but the results are undeniable!”
Kaede beamed a little bit before a less enthused smile settled on her face.
Kaede looked down at the dolls. She’d been so focused on speed and coordination that she hadn’t been paying attention to how much of it she was suddenly accounting for.
“It’s an excellent start,” Korosensei assured her. “But to be viable against me, you would need much finer control. Real-time feedback. Perhaps a more sophisticated interface.” He patted her head gently with a tentacle. “Still, Kayano-san. This is genuine progress. I’m very proud.”
Kaede smiled, but the exhilaration was already fading. He was right. The movements were clumsy, useless against someone who could move at Mach 20. She’d proven a concept, not a weapon.
Class ended shortly after. She was left with three dolls. One that didn’t work at all and two that did but weren’t of Sensei so who cared?
She should destroy them. Break the link.
But they’d worked. They’d actually worked. It seemed a shame to waste that.
She slipped the dolls into her book bag.
“Goodnight, Sensei.”
“Goodnight, Kayano-san! Excellent work today!”
The walk home was quiet. Kaede’s mind churned. If she could improve her control, somehow see through the dolls’ eyes, or feel their movements in real time then maybe it could be viable. But that was research for another day.
When she got home, she ate dinner. Did her homework. Took a bath. Went through the motions of a normal evening.
It wasn’t until she was unpacking her book bag, preparing for the next school day, that she saw them again. The dolls.
She pulled the three of them out and decided to set them aside on her abnormally large shelf. There wasn’t anything on it but she did have the strange idea to one day fill it with extremely large dolls for the sake of showing off.
As fun as it would be to keep them as a start to her collection, they were too small and too… connected to her classmates to stay here. She’d return them in the morning.
She left them there and yawned her way into the other room for the evening. When she closed the door, the force from the slam jostled the Nagisa and Karma ones.
The dolls tumbled to the floor. —
Nagisa Shiota was walking into his room, still puzzling over the inexplicable arm movements, when his body suddenly pitched forward.
His balance, usually excellent, simply failed. His center of gravity shifted without his input. He toppled over headfirst and cracked his forehead sharply against the corner of his nightstand.
THWACK.
Stars exploded across his vision. He lay on the floor, dazed, seeing double, seeing triple, seeing floral patterns that definitely weren’t there. His bladder, without even consulting him, decided this was an excellent moment to release.
Warmth spread through his pants and a puddle soaked into his carpet!
“…Ungh,” Nagisa whimpered to the ceiling before a slight realization struck him when he peered at his wet front. “Oh no.”
—
Karma Akabane was in his kitchen, pouring himself a glass of water. He’d spent the last hour dissecting the experience of being puppeted, finding it more fascinating than troubling. He’d have to congratulate Kayano tomorrow. Maybe convince her to let him try controlling her next.
Then his legs buckled.
There was no warning. It was just a sudden, complete collapse, as though his strings had been cut. His head struck the granite countertop on the way down with a CRACK! He saw a constellation of supernovas behind his eyelids!
His glass shattered on the floor.
He lay there, facedown in spreading water and broken glass, his forehead screaming in protest. And somewhere, in the distant, detached part of his brain that was still capable of thought, he registered another sensation.
Wetness. Warm wetness that wasn’t from his cold glass of water. Spreading in his underwear and throughout his pants..!
Karma Akabane laid there, eyes wide, and twitching, trapped in the brain breaking realization that he’d just fallen and wet his pants…
—
Kayano woke the next morning with the vague sense that she’d forgotten something important. She dressed, ate breakfast, grabbed her bag… and stopped.
The dolls.
She’d meant to return them. Or throw them away. Or something. But now she was already running late. She grabbed them from the floor and shoved them into her bag. She’d deal with it at school.
When she reached her seat in class, both Nagisa and Karma were already there and they were both staring at her.
Kayano felt a prickle of unease. “What?”
Nagisa’s expression was complicated. He was clearly embarrassed but also looking a little uncertain. “Nothing…”
Karma turned away from her and sat down as well. She found that weird. This sense of unease was building.
Nagisa and Karma clearly had an idea of what had happened but had resolved to confront Kaede about it after class.
When class ended and she was walking down the hall, past the open doors of the gym, Nagisa and Karma stood in her way. Nagisa wore an expression of strained patience. Karma just looked annoyed.
“Hey,” Nagisa began. “Did you… perchance do anything unusual after class yesterday?”
“Unusual how?”
“Like,” Nagisa’s face reddened, “like say make the dolls you made of us fall to the floor..?” Kayano’s blood ran cold. The dolls were on the floor this morning, huh.
“Because something happened to me,” Nagisa continued, his voice dropping. “I just... fell. But it didn’t feel like a normal fall. It felt like something pulled me.”
Beside him, Karma was watching her with narrowed eyes. “Same. And I don’t believe in coincidences.” Kayano’s hand drifted unconsciously toward her bag. “I don’t-I mean, I was-uh. No. Sorry, I brought the dolls home with me and meant to sever the link but I just kind of didn’t. I forgot to but-well I didn’t really forget to. It seemed like a good idea to keep trying but I guess I hadn’t made up my mind just yet and uhm… w-well I brought them here today anyway so if you don’t think the voodoo thing is a good idea anymore, we can scrap it! S-Sorry! I put them on my shelf at home and they uh… must have fallen off it… last night.”
She stopped.
Nagisa and Karma exchanged a look.
“You don’t think-” Karma said slowly, “that maybe you should be more careful with voodoo dolls of your classmates?”
“Listen,” Kayano began again, “I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean for—”
A knife suddenly flew by.
Someone in the gym class that shared their hallway had been throwing them as target practice. It flew through the air, spinning end over end, before slicing clean through the fabric of her bag.
The two small dolls tumbled out, bouncing once on the floor before coming to rest at Nagisa’s feet.
The effect was instantaneous.
Nagisa’s body jerked like a marionette with its strings cut. His back arched. His arms flew out. He hit the floor hard, the back of his skull cracking against the tile, and his entire body went rigid.
Beside him, Karma fared no better. He crumpled like someone had kicked his knees out from under him, his head striking the edge of a nearby locker with a sickening thud.
Both of them lay motionless for a terrible, breathless second.
Then Nagisa made a small, strangled sound.
PSSSSSsssss~! PFFFRRRRRRRrrrrrttt~!
And Kayano smelled it.
The hallway had gone silent. Students were staring. Someone whispered. Someone else laughed nervously. And Kayano stood frozen, her bag torn through and the dolls on the floor between the two boys as they twitched and spasmed on the floor.
Nagisa’s face was was burning a bright red as his eyes rolled. His uniform pants were dark and wet.
The back of them had ballooned out a bit due to a messing accident this time!
Karma’s expression was absolutely murderous despite it also being crosseyed. His anger couldn’t hide the spreading stain down his leg, or the way his hands shook as he tried and failed to stand up smoothly. His pants sagged, showing that there had been a mess in his pants as well!
“I,” Kayano whispered. “I can fix this.”
“Not here,” Karma murmured out. His voice was strained, barely controlled. “Not in front of everyone.”
The three of them fled before the few onlookers that managed to catch this scene said or did anything past look confused and giggle a little. Kayano grabbed the dolls, shoved them into her ruined bag, and followed Nagisa and Karma down the hallway, through the door, into the empty boy’s bathroom.
The silence stretched.
“Okay,” Nagisa said finally. His voice was very small. “So. The dolls.”
“The dolls,” Karma agreed. His tone suggested imminent violence.
“I didn’t know it’d work so well!” Kayano burst out. “I made them for the assassination attempt, and when it didn’t work on Koro-sensei I just forgot about them, I didn’t think-I didn’t realize they had actually done anything until just now when you guys asked me about it, and I was going to give them back, I swear I was going to give them back, and then the knife-!”
“The knife,” Karma repeated flatly.
“It cut my bag! It wasn’t my fault!”
“You’re still the one who made the dolls.” Kayano couldn’t argue with that. She looked at the floor. “I know. I’m sorry. I’ll destroy them right now, I promise, just let me-!”
She reached into her bag and pulled out the dolls.
Nagisa and Karma flinched back so fast they nearly collided with the wall.
“Don’t-!” Nagisa’s voice cracked. “Just…don’t touch them near us. Please.”
“I’m not touching them near you! I’m destroying them!”
She looked around for something to cut them with, but her scissors were in her destroyed bag, scattered somewhere in the hallway. The bathroom had nothing useful. She could rip them apart with her hands, but what if that hurt Nagisa and Karma? What if pulling a doll’s arm off meant pulling Karma’s arm off?
“Okay,” she said, trying to think. “Okay. I’ll just… I’ll put them away. I won’t take them out again. I’ll lock them in a box and throw away the key.”
“I’d rather you just ask Korosensei to break the spell!” Nagisa sounded frantic. Understandable.
“Class is over though, so we’ll have to wait until tomorrow,” Kaede said with a wince.
“And what about now?” Karma’s voice was dangerously quiet. “What are we supposed to do about-!” He gestured sharply at his own pants. Smelly and full. Right. The pants. The very wet, very noticeably crappy pants.
“I can get your gym uniforms,” Kayano offered. “You can change, and then-!”
“And then walk home in gym shorts while everyone who saw us in the hallway asks why we’re not wearing our uniforms?” Nagisa’s voice had an edge of hysteria. “Everyone already saw. Everyone knows.”
“Not everyone saw. Just like maybe four or five people. They weren’t even in the same class as us, right?” Kayano said weakly.
Both boys stared at her.
“Not helpful,” Nagisa said. “Sorry. That wasn’t helpful. I just-I need to get out of these clothes.”
“I’ll get your gym uniforms,” Kayano repeated. “Wait here.”
She slipped out of the bathroom before they could argue… and came back rather fast. “Right so… the locker rooms aren’t accessible right now because the door to the Gym just got locked.”
Nagisa and Karma swung their heads back and belted out identical harsh sighs.
“I know. I’m sorry.” Kayano was rapidly accumulating apologies. “We need to get you home. You can change there, and then I’ll figure out how to fix this, I promise.”
“How?” Nagisa asked. “How are you going to fix this?”
Kayano didn’t have an answer.
They decided to leave through the side gate, avoiding the main crowd. Kayano walked between them, her ruined bag clutched to her chest, the dolls pressing against her ribs. Every few steps, she glanced at Nagisa and Karma, checking for any sudden movements, any signs of another uncontrolled fall.
They made it three blocks before the problem became unavoidable.
“I can’t,” Nagisa said suddenly. He’d stopped walking, his face pale and hands pressed against his butt. “I can’t go home like this. My mom will… she’ll ask questions. She always asks questions.”
“Anyone at my place who sees me like this WILL NOT let me hear the end of it!” Karma whined.
They stood on the sidewalk, three teenagers with nowhere to go, one of them holding the weapons that had caused the entire disaster. Nagisa and Karma were positioned behind mailboxes and benches to hide their accidents but this strategy wouldn’t work for long.
Kaede was stumped. Her two classmates who were looking at her like she held their lives in her hands. She did, she realized. The dolls were in her bag. She literally held their lives in her hands.
“I need to change,” Nagisa said quietly. “These clothes still smell.”
He wasn’t wrong. Their clothes had absorbed the accident and the long walk had only made it worse. Kaede looked at them and then turned her head to the window of a shop. In that window were baby clothes. Cheap baby clothes that were purchasable with her meager funds…!
She got an idea.
—
“This is insane,” Karma said.
“Do you have a better idea?”
He didn’t.
The clothes were, mercifully, stretchy. The shirts were clearly designed for infants, which meant they pulled taut across Nagisa’s shoulders and strained across Karma’s chest. The bottoms were worse. They helped in that they were actually designed to contain accidents.
However, they made the situation worse because they were literally diapers.
Nagisa stood with his arms crossed over his chest, trying to cover the too-small shirt. The diaper was visible to the open air, white and conspicuous. His face was the color of a ripe tomato.
Karma had given up on dignity entirely. He stood with his arms at his sides, staring at the road just past Kayano’s left ear, his expression carefully, dangerously blank.
“At least they’re comfy and don’t smell like a dump truck…” He breathed.
All she could afford were those baby shirts and a package of stretchy baby diapers. Pants were off the table as were shorts. Even a package of underwear to change into cost more than those diapers. If they didn’t get the shirts then maybe she’d have enough but them being bare chested would draw attention. Wearing diapers would too but they were planning to hide behind more mailboxes and benches on the way home. A bare chested person doing that would just look naked from far away.
Kayano looked at them. Nagisa miserable, Karma furious, both of them dressed like oversized infants. They looked like actual dolls themselves.
She should have felt terrible. She should have been drowning in guilt and horror at what she’d done.
Instead, something warm and unfamiliar curled in her chest. Something that felt, distantly, like satisfaction.
They couldn’t fight back. The dolls in her bag meant they couldn’t refuse her, couldn’t run, couldn’t do anything she didn’t allow. They were completely, utterly in her power.
And somehow, watching Nagisa fidget with the hem of his too-small shirt and Karma pretend he wasn’t wearing a diaper, Kayano found that she didn’t want to give that power up.
Not yet.
Not quite yet. —
Nagisa and Karma were not heading home. Not yet. They couldn’t.
Whether it be wet and messy pants or baby diapers and toddler t-shirts, they had to head to Kaede’s house. It was the only option as she was the only person that knew about their predicament and they needed it to stay that way.
They were likely going to have to wash their clothes and head back that way.
At least, that’s what they thought would happen.
No. Instead, the evening had started with a spanking.
When they entered her house, she made the dolls twitch experimentally. She had taken them by surprise, interrupting their comments about getting their clothes washed and making them squeal with shock.
Karma had jerked forward, his face going white. He saw Kaede’s face. Nagisa looked back and forth, confused. Karma wasn’t though. He clocked what that look meant for the two of them.
“Don’t,” he said. It almost sounded like a plea.
Kayano hesitated. Then she remembered the way he’d looked at her in the hallway, like she was something to be eliminated. Like she was a target.
“Bend over,” she said as she sat down. “My lap.”
Karma bent over her lap. His face turned as red as his hair.
The spanking itself had been brief, awkward, deeply embarrassing for everyone involved. Kayano had counted to ten, her palm connecting with the padded back of Karma’s diaper, and tried not to think about what she was doing. She then got daring and tugged the diaper down to expose his butt! Her heart leapt to her throat but she giggled and administered punishment to his bouncy, bubbly cheeks too! Nagisa had watched with wide eyes, clearly hoping he’d be spared.
He hadn’t been spared.
When Karma was rolled off her lap, his steaming diaper butt in the air and tears in his eyes, she gave the order to Nagisa.
“Bend over my lap,” She said.
“WAAAH!” Nagisa shot down over her lap like a missile. He even wiggled his diaper butt a little. The spanking was administered. First over his diaper and then they were yanked down to expose the boing in his booty. She continued on his backside, delighted by the squeaks and funny faces he made.
The diaper wedgies had come next. Kayano wasn’t proud of that, exactly, but she also wasn’t not proud. There was something intoxicating about this level of control, about watching two of Class 3-E’s most competent students reduced to blushing silence because she’d tugged upward on a doll’s makeshift clothing.
Karma had made a sound like he was being strangled. Nagisa had simply closed his eyes and waited for it to be over.
Tugging on the diapers she had on the dolls was so much fun. The two made crosseyed faces and bit their lips as they bounced and jerked about. It was awesome.
She figured, why not utilize the extra fabric she had for even more fun.
It was an incredible discovery. She made baby clothes for them and put them on the dolls. As a result, their clothes would just change! Problem solved right?
Well, yeah. That’s why, to thank her, they had no choice but to let her have more fun with them right?
She’d changed Nagisa into three different outfits in as many minutes, watching in fascination as his actual clothes flickered and transformed with each adjustment she made to the doll. The real Nagisa would be wearing whatever she dressed the doll in. The implications were staggering.
She gave him a cute little sailor uniform. Then an outfit where he had on cute shortalls over his diaper and a spinny hate. Oh, and of course, she had to get him in a short, pink tutu. Nagisa blushed and nervously chuckled, a bit of sweat on the side of his face.
Karma had endured a baby pirate costume, a painfully small tuxedo, and something that might have been a mascot onesie. The bunny outfit she put him in was the worst. The ballooning diaper made it such a thick outfit. Karma wasn’t nervously chuckling like Nagisa. He was just full blown flushing with extreme humiliation, pupils shaking as he whimpered and whined through it all. His suffering was so much more intense than the blue haired boy going through it with him.
“This is power,” she’d whispered, more to herself than to them.
“Yes,” Nagisa had said quietly. “We noticed.”
“Why…?” Was all Karma could mutter by this point. They were back in their diapers and t-shirts now. Of course she made sure to take pictures of the other outfits.
The poses that came next were her favorite part of this whole escapade.
She guided the two of them over to her large, empty shelf. She knew what she was going to do here.
She’d started simple. She had their arms raised and one leg lifted in the kind of stretch you might do before exercise. Both boys complied stiffly, their bodies moving to match the dolls she manipulated.
“More interesting,” she’d murmured, and twisted Karma’s doll into something dramatic.
Sitting on the shelf, Karma’s body folded into an exaggerated thinker’s pose, chin on fist, elbow on knee. His face suggested he was thinking primarily about murder.
Nagisa ended up in a lunge position, one arm extended forward like he was reaching for something just out of grasp while standing on one foot. His expression was remarkably serene, all things considered.
“Again,” Kayano said.
In the second round, Karma was in a dramatic kneeling position, one hand over his heart like a rejected suitor in a period drama. Nagisa had his arms crossed behind his head, one knee bent, somehow managing to look cool despite the diaper situation.
“Last one,” Kayano said. “Something memorable.”
She positioned Karma’s doll carefully. She made him sit down on a particularly high shelf this time. She spread his legs slightly apart, got his knees bent just enough to emphasize the bowlegged stance, and got both hands raised in double peace signs. It was ridiculous. It was undignified. It was, she thought, exactly what he deserved.
Karma’s real body shifted into position on the shelf. His face went through several stages of disbelief. His face eventually twisted into an embarrassed grin despite itself. It looked like his brain had snapped in half and the blush on his face would only grow.
Nagisa’s final pose was simpler. His arms were behind his back, his body was lowered into a deep squat, and his legs were spread wide. He complied without resistance, his blue eyes meeting hers in a similar embarrassed shade of nerves.
Now they were arranged on her bookshelf like collectibles, frozen in their final poses. Nagisa in his deep squat, Karma with his double peace signs. Both of them blushing with embarrassed smiles.
“Help,” Karma muttered, the word barely audible.
“Help,” Nagisa echoed.
Kayano looked at them. Really looked. Two of her classmates, dressed in diapers and too-small shirts, posed like dolls on her shelf, asking for help with expressions that suggested they didn’t actually want to be rescued at all… even though that was just their brains breaking.
She was blushing. She was definitely blushing hard now.
“You’re staying there tonight,” she said. Her voice came out softer than she intended. “That’s your punishment.”
Karma didn’t respond. He couldn’t. She hadn’t given them permission to speak. He stood bowlegged on the shelf, arms slightly bent, both hands raised in double peace signs. His too-small shirt had ridden up, exposing a strip of stomach above the diaper waistband. His expression was slightly derped and humiliated
Nagisa was in worse shape. His arms were tucked behind his back with his body lowered into a deep squat with his legs spread wide. It was an undignified position by any standard. He looked slightly better off than Karma at least. This wasn’t the weirdest thing that had happened to him. Not even top five, probably.
Well… maybe it was actually, thinking about it more.
Kayano turned off the light and lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. The shelf was visible from her pillow, a dark shape against the wall with two smaller shapes perched motionless on it. Occasionally she heard a soft sound like whimpering and maybe the crinkle of a diaper and knew they were still awake, still there, and still hers.
She fell asleep to the rhythm of their quiet presence. Eventually, they fell asleep too, stuck in those ridiculous poses.
—
Kayano woke to the smell of wetness.
Not her own. She sat up abruptly, her eyes adjusting to the grey morning light filtering through her curtains.
On the shelf, Nagisa and Karma were exactly where she’d left them, but their postures had changed and they were awake.
Nagisa’s shoulders were hunched. Karma’s jaw was tight. Both of them were very, very still but in a normal sitting position on the shelf. It seemed as if they could move properly again but were too stunned to do so. Looking at the front of their diapers, she could see why.
The diapers were no longer dry.
“Oh,” Kayano said. “Um.”
The silence stretched.
“We just… it happened. On its own.” Nagisa said, staring at the wet diaper with shocked eyes.
“Real accidents,” Karma added flatly. “Not doll accidents. Real ones.”
Kayano looked at the dolls on her desk, still posing in their final arrangements. She looked at the boys on her shelf, visibly miserable, visibly humiliated in a way that had nothing to do with her manipulations. She made a decision.
“No,” she said. “It was me. I did it. With the dolls.”
Nagisa blinked. Karma’s expression shifted from humiliation to something more complicated.
“You didn’t,” Nagisa said. “We would have felt it.”
“You were asleep. Maybe it works differently when you’re asleep.” Kayano grabbed the dolls, holding them demonstratively before fixing their posture to be similar to how they were currently sitting. “I made it happen. It was me.”
The lie hung in the air. Karma studied her face for a long moment, and something in his eyes softened almost imperceptibly.
“Fine,” he said. “You did it.”
“Okay,” Nagisa said quietly. “Sure…”
They didn’t discuss it further.
Kayano dressed them in the least embarrassing clothes she could find, regular shorts from her old things, plain shirts that almost fit, and they prepared to leave. The dolls sat on her desk, suddenly inert and suddenly just dolls.
“They don’t work anymore,” Kayano said, prodding Karma’s doll experimentally. Nothing happened. The real Karma remained standing exactly where he was, no double peace signs, no involuntary movements. “I think they’re done.”
“Good,” Karma said.
“We should pretend this never happened,” Nagisa said. “All of it. Just forget it completely.”
Kayano nodded. “Agreed. Completely forget.”
“I mean it,” Nagisa said. “Never speak of it again.”
“Never,” Kayano confirmed.
Karma said nothing. He smirked to himself.
—
They did not forget.
Kayano knew she wouldn’t forget. The images were burned into her memory. Karma’s double peace signs, Nagisa’s deep squat, the way their embarrassed smiles had crept out despite everything. She didn’t want to forget.
So she took pictures. She took so many pictures yesterday. There was so much evidence on her phone. But not to worry. She wouldn’t share them with anyone and the boys trusted her not to. If she were going to, she’d have made a big show of them at school instead of helping to sneak them to her home.
She’d look at the images later. Alone. When she could process the complicated feelings churning in her chest without anyone watching.
Nagisa and Karma left her house before she did. She sighed. The fun was over.
The walk to school was ordinary. The morning routine was ordinary. Everything was exactly as it should be, which meant Kayano was immediately suspicious.
Then, at class, Nagisa was late.
This wasn’t unusual in itself, Nagisa was sometimes late, but today it felt significant. Kayano kept glancing at the door, waiting for his familiar blue hair to appear.
When he finally did appear, Kayano’s pencil snapped in half.
Karma entered the room pushing a large stroller. It was enormous and it had to be because inside of it was Nagisa wearing a onesie.
The onesie was blue, short-sleeved, with a simple collar that could almost pass for a regular undershirt. The slight bulk around his lower half was unmistakable to anyone who’d spent yesterday dressing him in diapers.
He was back in diapers.
“Good morning,” Karma said cheerfully. His voice suggested he was having the time of his life. “Nagisa had some trouble walking this morning. Very unfortunate. So I offered to help.”
Nagisa’s face was the color of a ripe strawberry. A pacifier dangled from a clip on his onesie, and when he saw Kayano looking at it, his blush deepened even more.
“We agreed to forget it,” he whispered. “We agreed to pretend it never happened.”
Karma grabbed the paci and plugged it into Nagisa’s mouth, making his eyes cross. He suckled on it, in his confusion.
“I am pretending it never happened. This is the first time anything like this has happened,” Karma said with a gleam in his eye. “What a completely normal way to transport my classmate to school. Don’t you agree?”
The rest of Class 3-E was staring. Nakamura had her phone out. Sugino was making complicated gestures that might have been questions or might have been a seizure. Karma pushed Nagisa to his desk with the gentle care of a mother transporting her newborn, then parked the stroller beside it.
“There,” he said. “All better.”
Nagisa suckled on his paci faster, unsure of how to react aside from allowing the embarrassment to trigger an involuntary wetting right then and there. The hiss was heard across the classroom and followed by immediate laughter.
Kayano caught Nagisa’s eye. He looked at her with an expression of profound suffering, and despite everything, despite the guilt and the embarrassment and the complicated warmth still curling in her chest, she had to press her hand over her mouth to stop the laughter.
Nagisa saw it. His suffering increased.
Koro-sensei found Kayano during the break between second and third period.
She was at her locker, pretending to organize her books, when a familiar tentacle tapped her shoulder. She turned to find her teacher hovering at eye level, his expression unusually soft.
“Kayano-san,” he said. “May I speak with you for a moment?”
Her heart dropped into her stomach. “About what?”
“About the fascinating voodoo experiment you conducted. And it's various.” He paused. “Ramifications.”
There was no point in lying. Koro-sensei probably knew about what had happened. Koro-sensei probably knew about the shelf, the poses, the spanking. Koro-sensei might even know about the pictures, which meant–
“I’m not in trouble?” Kayano whispered.
“No, but do not misunderstand me. I don’t condone what you did. It was a serious misuse of sympathetic magic and a violation of your classmates’ autonomy. I cannot permit it to continue, and I won’t. The dolls are inert now, which is fortunate, because I would have had to render them so myself.”
Kayano nodded, her face hot.
“However.” Koro-sensei’s tentacles wiggled. “I also recognize that this was an accident that spiraled far beyond your intentions. You didn’t set out to humiliate your friends. You set out to assassinate me. The rest was.” He searched for words. “A learning experience?”
“Is that what we’re calling it?”
“I’m calling it that. You may call it whatever you prefer.” Koro-sensei drifted closer. “I’m not going to tell anyone else what happened. Your classmates will never know from me. But Kayano-san?” She looked up.
“I’m very, very glad I’m not a human student in Class 3-E.” His eyes crinkled. “Your creativity is remarkable. Please direct it toward my assassination in the future, not your peers.”
“Yes, Koro-sensei.”
He started to drift away, then paused. “Oh, and Kayano-san?”
“Yes?”
“The photographs you took are quite good. The composition on the double peace sign shot is especially strong.” His smile widened. “They’ll fit perfectly in the yearbook.”
Kayano’s face went through approximately seventeen shades of red.
“You-how did you-the yearbook?”
“Individualized yearbooks!” Koro-sensei beamed. “Every student receives a personalized volume at the end of the year, documenting their growth, achievements, and memorable moments. I’ve been compiling them since April. Nagisa-kun’s section was getting a bit repetitive. So much assassination practice, so many thoughtful observations. But now I have excellent new material. Karma-kun’s yearbook was already quite robust, but the diaper wedgie sequence really elevates the flow of how the second trimester panned out. Tells a story.”
“You took my pictures,” Kayano said faintly.
“Copied them.” He said, handing back her phone. She didn’t even know he had it. He tilted his head. “Don’t worry. Nobody else will ever see them. The yearbooks are strictly confidential, for the student’s eyes only. But they will never forget this experience, and neither will you.” His smile was gentle. “That’s the important part, isn’t it? Remembering what we’ve learned.”
Kayano thought about the pictures on her phone. She thought about Nagisa in his stroller, Karma’s barely-suppressed glee, the complicated warmth that had curled through her when she realized she could make them stay.
“Yes,” she said. “Remembering.”
Koro-sensei patted her shoulder with a tentacle and drifted away to terrorize someone else.
Kayano stood at her locker for a long moment, breathing. Then she closed her eyes and let herself smile. It was small and slightly embarrassed.
She should have known he’d find out. He always found out. And now her most embarrassing, complicated, shameful-yet-strangely-precious memory was preserved forever in Korosensei’s meticulous files, alongside everyone else’s growth, achievements, and memorable moments.
She should have been mortified.
She was, a little.
But also, somehow, she wasn’t.
When she walked back into the classroom, Nagisa was still trapped in his stroller, trying to reason with Karma about the pacifier. Karma was pretending to consider his arguments while clearly having no intention of conceding. He kept shoving the pacifier back into his mouth to muffle him. Nakamura was taking notes. Sugino had given up and was simply watching the chaos unfold.
It was, Kayano thought, a pretty good moment.
She sat down, pulled out her notebook, and tried very hard not to think about the double peace signs.
She mostly succeeded.
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