Kaiho Koshiro

Dove stepped into the classroom, her presence calm yet captivating. Her long blonde hair flowed gently over her shoulders, catching the soft light as she scanned the room. For a brief moment, her gaze locked with Kaiho's, and in that instant, everything else seemed to blur.

Kaiho felt his heartbeat quicken. Is that… really her?

Negan's voice broke his trance.

"Kaiho, could you come here for a second?"

Kaiho hesitated but approached the teacher's desk. "Yes, sir?"

Negan adjusted his striped tie with a smug grin, leaning slightly closer. "So… you got the hots for her, huh?"

Kaiho nearly choked. "Wha—what?! No, it's not like that—"

"Ah, youth," Negan interrupted dramatically, smoothing down his tie like he was preparing for a speech. "So, what's it gonna be? A one-time thing or… lifetime slavery?"

Kaiho blinked. What is this guy even saying?

"Listen," Negan continued, giving Kaiho's shoulder a firm pat. "You know what you need, Kaiho?"

Kaiho raised an eyebrow. "Uh… what, sir?"

"A wingman."

Kaiho stared blankly.

Negan nodded as if he had just revealed the secret of life. "Yeah, a wingman. And call me 'bro.' Not here, though—I'm a professional. Gotta keep my work life and personal life separate. But when we're off the clock? Total bro mode. Got it?"

Kaiho opened his mouth to argue, but before he could respond, three more students from Class B walked in, interrupting the bizarre conversation.

Negan straightened his tie once more. "Gotta go, buddy. Teacher duties."

Kaiho returned to his seat, still processing whatever just happened as a girl with short brown hair stepped forward.

"Sir, may we come in?"

"Sure, have a seat," Negan replied with his usual calm professionalism.

Dove quietly moved to sit two chairs away from Kaiho.

Negan paused, glancing between them. His smirk returned. "Oh, Dove, why don't you sit next to Kaiho instead? I've got a bit of a sore throat today, and I might need someone close by to help read aloud for me."

Kaiho, internally: YES! Thank you, sir…

Negan, internally: Don't call me sir. We're using… brolipathy.

Kaiho, still internally: That's telepathy and brolipathy is not even a word… but anyway, thank you, bro.

Somehow, without speaking, both exchanged a mental fist bump across the classroom.

Dove quietly shifted seats, taking the spot right beside Kaiho, her fragrance subtly lingering as she settled in.

As the students settled into their seats, Negan addressed the class with his usual authoritative tone.

"Alright, students, open your books to page 42," he instructed.

The room filled with the sound of pages turning, but Kaiho sat still, his hands empty.

Negan's eyes narrowed as he noticed. "Kaiho, it appears you've forgotten your book," he said, his voice adopting a stricter edge.

Kaiho's eyes widened in surprise. "Sir, I swear I brought it with me. It was just here," he protested, glancing around his desk.

Negan's expression remained stern. "So, you think someone stole it?"

"No, sir, it's just—"

"Do you think I stole it?" Negan interrupted, raising an eyebrow.

Kaiho was taken aback. "What? No, sir, I didn't mean—"

"Enough," Negan interjected firmly. "I will not tolerate such waste of time."

Kaiho lowered his head. "Sorry, sir."

Negan turned his attention to Dove. "Dove, for now, share your book with him. And Kaiho," he added, "don't let this happen again."

As Dove moved her chair closer to share the book, Kaiho couldn't help but smile inwardly.

Bro… he thought, recognizing Negan's subtle orchestration.

Negan, catching Kaiho's glance, gave the slightest nod, a twinkle of mischief in his eye.

Language is a powerful tool that extends beyond mere communication; it can influence the physical world in remarkable ways. For instance, certain sounds can cause objects to resonate and even break. A classic example is how a high-frequency sound, when matching the natural resonant frequency of a glass, can cause it to shatter.

In ancient traditions, specific vocalizations, known as mantras, were believed to have profound effects. These mantras, when chanted with precision, were thought to promote healing, ward off negative energies, and bring about various other benefits. The repetition of these sounds was considered to align with universal energies, acting as codes that could influence the environment and the individual's inner state.

This concept is akin to programming languages like Python, where specific codes yield particular outcomes. Similarly, mantras serve as 'codes' of the universe, facilitating the manipulation of energy, or mana, through precise vocal expressions.

Understanding the relationship between sound and its effects on the physical and metaphysical realms underscores the significance of language in both ancient practices and modern science.

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"So, repeat after me."

The classroom had finally emptied, the sound of footsteps fading into the hallway. Only Kaiho remained, still at his desk, watching as Negan adjusted his tie with a smooth, practiced motion before casually leaning against his desk. His usual playful smirk was in place, but there was a rare hint of seriousness beneath it.

"Alright, class dismissed. Everyone out. Except you, Kaiho," Negan called earlier, waiting until the last student disappeared before his grin widened. "We need to talk."

Kaiho blinked, confused. "Uh… sure?"

Negan stared at him for a long moment, then let out a theatrical sigh, shaking his head. "Bro… you suck at this subject. Like, spectacularly bad. And trust me, I know talent when I see it."

Kaiho's face twisted in disbelief. "What?! I'm trying my best here! It's not like I'm choosing to be bad at this!"

Negan shrugged, unfazed. "Look, it's not your fault. Maybe it's genetics, maybe it's the shape of your mouth—honestly, could be a curse. But whatever it is, you can't pronounce half the words right, and it's… well, kinda painful to watch."

Kaiho's eye twitched. "So… what am I supposed to do then? Just fail?"

The grin returned in full force as Negan raised a finger. "Oh, no, no, no! Bro, do I look like the kind of teacher who lets his students fail? There's always a solution."

With a dramatic flourish, he reached under his desk and produced a small book, flipping it open with flair. "Behold—sign language! Boom. Instead of butchering ancient phrases like a caveman, you can sign them. Spell it out with your hands. Genius, right?"

Kaiho squinted at the book. "…Wait. This was an option? Why didn't you mention it earlier?!"

Negan shrugged, smug as ever. "Because, my dude, now it's Epic. Timing is everything."

Kaiho sighed, rubbing his temples. "Fine, whatever. So… I can just start using this?"

"Not exactly," Negan said, closing the book with a loud snap. "We need to get this approved by the principal first. It's a whole 'special accommodations' thing. So we're going to pay him a little visit."

Outside the Principal's Office

Kaiho shifted nervously, watching Negan lean against the doorframe like he owned the place.

Negan's eyes narrowed in a conspiratorial grin as he whispered, "Okay, so… tiny adjustment. I may have told the principal you can't speak at all."

Kaiho blinked. "What?"

"Yeah, just… go along with it, alright? Sound like you're completely unable to talk. Grunt, babble, mime if you have to. Trust me, it's foolproof."

"Why would you do that?!"

Negan winked. "Bro, it's called the art of persuasion. People love an underdog story. Now, loosen up. We've got this."

Before Kaiho could protest further, a stern voice echoed from inside.

"Enter."

The door creaked open, revealing Principal Odin seated behind his massive mahogany desk. His piercing gaze shifted between the two of them.

"So… this is the student who can't speak?" Odin asked, eyebrows furrowed as he gestured toward Kaiho.

Kaiho's face flushed, but he remembered Negan's ridiculous instructions. Clearing his throat, he tried his best to… well, not talk.

"Uh… ayo eh ah… Aam aaiho pep ai aa our rei ah aa," he muttered, voice contorted in a strange, awkward babble.

There was a long, painful silence. Odin blinked once. Twice. Then slowly turned his gaze toward Negan.

"…Why is he talking like this?"

Negan snorted, his shoulders shaking as he fought to hold back laughter. He finally broke, doubling over with a wheezing chuckle. "Oh man… oh—pfft—hold on…"

Odin's expression darkened. "Explain."

Negan wiped a tear from the corner of his eye, straightening up and giving his best innocent grin. "Alright, alright. Truth is. I told him to speak like he can't talk so he could get permission to be a special student."Pretty funny, though, right?"

Odin's face remained stone-cold. "Negan. How are you even employed as a teacher?"

Without missing a beat, Negan straightened his tie with flair and finger-gunned. "Because I'm awesome."

Odin pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh that carried the weight of someone who had dealt with this far too often. Reaching for a stamp, he slammed it down on the approval form with a loud thunk and shoved the paper toward them.

"Take this. And get out of my office. Now."

The door slammed behind them.

Negan, still grinning, held up the stamped paper like a trophy. "See? Epic."

Kaiho buried his face in his hands. "You're insane."

Negan clapped him on the shoulder. "And now you're officially a special student. Win-win, bro. Win-win."