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Time For Love	By : Kakashifan727 Category: -Misc Anime > Het - Male/Female Views: 2963 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Assassination Classroom, or any of its characters. AC is owned by Shounen Jump and Yusei Matsui. I only own my SI/OC. I make no profit off of this work.

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A/N: Okay, after this chapter the parallels to Teachers Petting will stop. Seriously, if you enjoy the idea but hate my execution , not too confident myself here, go read it on ao3. Now, I have the uncensored version up elsewhere but honestly not anything has been censored yet; this will prob change later.

If only I could do something...You think, your feet absentmindedly clomping against the sidewalk, your cane in your hand as it weaves to and fro across the ground. Wait, why do I care...? He’s going to destroy the Earth in a year, right? But...From the small bits I’ve seen, Koro doesn’t seem like a bad guy...Then again, who am I to judge? You internally argue with yourself, your head blankly staring downwards at the ground to watch for any dips in the terrain. It was stupid; you were an idiot for thinking of it. You knew barely anything about him, aside from the small things you could deduce in your few weeks of working with the odd octopus.

“Still...To be stuck there alone. Even if he is a dangerous weapon, or artificial whatever...That just sucks.” You mutter under your breath, speaking your thoughts aloud. You emphasized with his situation, somewhat, as you knew what it felt like to be left to your own devices and ignored. Then again, after a long day of teaching, you found that kind of solace comforting. But not all the time; you could at least go out into the city to hear people’s voices, to drown out the incessant humming of your own thoughts. The poor guy couldn’t even do that much, stuck on the mountain like he was. It made your chest feel heavy, like there was a weight pushing you down. Odd. You never emphasized so strongly with someone before...What was happening to you?

You break out of the melancholy of your thoughts when you notice the fluorescent lighting and signage of Azusa’s bar, a small grin lighting up your features. Maybe a quick drink would help, and you were hungry; you had promised to go see them anyway, so now probably wouldn’t be a bad time. Besides, looking at your phone, it was still an hour or so until the next bus. You might as well pass the time spending it with people you could tolerate. The door jingles as you push it open, being careful to hold your cane in a way that did not obstruct yourself or other people, keeping it vertically against you.

You watch as Azusa turns your way, her face cheery as she prepares to give you a warm welcome. Oh, she looks lively today. You think, her skin less pale and her body more full of energy than you have seen it in a while. Maybe the cancer was losing, you hoped. Maybe the chemotherapy was having an effect. Her bright smile turns into a frown as soon as her eyes focus on your neck, which was still covered with bandages to hide the bruises and burns from the accident, her eyes and mouth widening in surprise as she nearly yells at you.

“What the hell happened, [Name]-San?” You just sigh as you make your way to the bar, nearly clambering over the seats that were too tall for you, ordering dinner for the night along with a small drink. You watch as her pupils dilate once more, her eyes taking in your full bandaged form, the intensity of her stare worrying you and making you feel guilty. Unfortunately, you could not tell them about your situation with the school, not wanting them to be involved in your mess. So, you told her that you had a bad fall up the mountain, which wasn’t exactly a lie. You sometimes did take a tumble or two, usually due to heavy rains the day before or a slight misstep because you were cocky and didn’t use your cane. That wasn’t so far fetched they wouldn’t believe it. Right? You still felt awfully guilty for lying to them however, even if you told yourself if it was for their own benefit.

You decide to give her a quick summary of the days events, of course leaving out the grenade explosion and the fact that your fellow teacher was an artificial octopus created in a lab, even going so far to pantomime his words a little. Thankfully this seemed to calm Azusa down, her small eighteen year old daughter finally appearing from the back of kitchen to greet you as well. Hotaru was looking as fine as ever, considering her mother’s circumstances and the fact that she was handling a job and full time school life. They just watch as you echo his odd movements, you ignoring the patrons that gave you odd looks as they came into the bar; usually the odd businessperson or college student. His voice was difficult to imitate, your voice going as high pitched as you can make it as you repeat some of things he told you earlier that day. It didn’t sound so bad to you, who already had a decent memorization of the sounds his voice made.

“He was like ‘You think that you’re just an extra, so easily replaced?’, you know? It was kinda weird…Even for him.”

“Sounds like someone has a crush! Oooh, who is it [Name]-San!?”

You nearly spit out your drink, needing refreshment after the toil on your vocal chords, the suddenness of what was said making you only stare at the small girl across the counter. Still, you were glad you could help make her day a bit more normal, more like other kids her age. Damn the brain tumor, damn Azusa’s cancer...You internally grit your teeth, not wanting to let the anger show, taking another long sip of your alcoholic beverage. The small girl only gives you a wink and a smile, her mother wearing a similar grin as she moves around to deal with other customers. The chatter was quite loud, making it difficult for you to make out specifics because of the background noise, yet you thought you heard a familiar voice in all of it. Then again, you were probably imagining things; you have been preoccupied with a lot lately.

“A crush!? N-n-no, that couldn’t be it, could it?” You sputter out in response, the flush spreading over your cheeks once again, the piece of takoyaki nearly falling out of your mouth to land on the counter before you grabbed it in mid air. You seemed to be doing that a lot lately. Hotaru only gives you a small smile, her mother finally done with the other customers and making her way back to you. Her eyes seem almost predatory as she glares at you, though there is an odd inkling of kindness in them. At least you hoped it was.

“Oh, [Name]-San! Who are they?”

“H-huh? I’m not...He’s a fellow teacher for gods sake! He-he was just being considerate, is all! Don’t look into it so hard...Wouldn’t that be unethical?” You ask, the butterflies in your stomach returning. Besides, after that awful display you just showed him, you highly doubt he’d want anything to do with you. Self-doubt nags at you, causing you to let out a rather loud sigh. Azusa only smiles at you, though you feel your paranoia start to kick in again. You were being rather loud and obnoxious, you felt, though there were plenty of other people in her small bar tonight. You just carefully turn your head to the side, watching Hotaru easily offer an unusually tall gentleman his drink, before nearly sprinting back to you. It seemed that they were also focusing on you, their round face a blur because of their distance. Weirdo...

“You’re both adults, aren’t you? And from what you said, he might like you back. Why not at least give it a shot?”

“B-Because!” You begin to stammer out, now completely ignoring the takoyaki in front of you. It just looked completely unappetizing now. “I just spilled my eyes out in front of the guy in a manic depressive fit! No sane person would want to—“ Her hard glare stops you, your words dying in your throat, along with the odd feeling that someone else was eyeing you. You didn’t really care; let them gossip. Not like you knew them at all.

“Dammit, [Name]-San! Why are you constantly like this!? You are fine the way you are! Everybody has bad days; this was just one of yours!” You feel sick from her accusations, not wanting to hear her well intentioned lies. She was a sweet woman, and her daughter was precious, but they didn’t really need to stand up for you. It wasn’t worth their time. You were just some worthless garbage; no one here would miss you if you were gone. You feel embarrassment rush across your face, slamming your head against the counter and relishing in the pain. What is wrong with me? They have enough to deal with on their own; they don’t need to listen to me bitch about my problems. Goddammit, Hotaru-Chan’s only eighteen...You feel your hands tightly wrap around your hair, pulling on it in an exasperated fashion.

“Whatever...Hotaru-chan, can you just wrap up the takoyaki to go for me? I’m feeling quite full already.” You ask, not wanting to disturb their place of business any longer with your foul mood. You weren’t really full, but you just wanted to go home; the takoyaki could wait till then. Azusa just gives you a look, which you shrug off, a smile on your face as you begin to bend down and pick up your purse on the floor.

“Are you sure? It’s quite late out, you know. Not a great time for someone as pretty as you to go out alone.” You feel your face flush at her concern, shaking your head vehemently. All you needed was to get to the bus stop, then you would be fine. You try to play it off cooly, not wanting to worry her.

“Nah, it’s fine!” You bluff, your hand stopping in your purse as it hits the Manila envelope. You really did not want Azusa to see that; she would be livid, headstrong independent woman that she was. You liked that about her, maybe even envied it a little. If only you could be that strong...

“Hotaru-Chan’s got it, right? B-besides,” You nervously mutter, glancing to the other side of the bar for a second. That odd businessman was still there, though his head was laying down on the table; you couldn’t tell which way he was facing, only able to make out the faintest details such as the color of his grey suit. “That poor guy seems a little off...Maybe you should give ‘im a hand.” You comment, Azusa finally turning her attention away from you long enough for you to slip the medium sized envelope, and the required money for the food, into Hotaru’s hands. The girl quickly pockets the former, using the latter as a bluff to hide the crinkling sounds. Spending time with these two isn’t so bad...You think, easily adjusting your short legs so the chair swivels around, stepping on the floor as you stumble forward.

“I’m fine...” You reassure the two, or three, of them. Easily taking out your cane and unfolding it so that it was once again usable as a mobility device. You fished around for another object, being careful to avoid getting in people’s way as they moved through the small bar. You easily finger the cool metal, your hand going to the switch as you headed for the doorway. You gave a quick bow, waving goodbye to the pair before heading out in the darkness of the night, flashlight ready...

“So...Might as well get started, shouldn’t we?” You question, looking at the large stack of papers before you. It was the beginning of the day, classes not yet ready to begin, the three of you calmly enjoying a moment of quiet in the staff room before the kids arrive. Might as well get some work done before the day begins and you lose the drive to do anything. You just grab a stack of them, setting them on the table next to your device. Unfortunately, with this number of them you’d rather not risk the margarine that using a regular magnifying glass wools cause. So you settled on your less portable device, the large CCTV like monitor that plugged into one of the few outlets in the room, a small camera like object attached to it. You carefully place the papers underneath the scope, waiting as they refocus on the monitor above before you sit down. You carefully put your arm on the desk surface, using the monitor as a guide to track your hand as you worked through the questions. You can feel the two of them staring at you, ignoring the odd feeling along your neck as you just did your job, going along tests one by one. It took a few minutes before you settled on a steady rhythm, the pressure of their eyes on you finally lessening after they took their own seats.

It was quite annoying at how fast he was able to grade the papers, his tentacles zipping through them at an incredible pace, almost as if he was mocking you. You knew that this wasn’t the case, but it still made you feel inferior, your face heating up in shame. Damn him, for being so good...Why was he so amazing at everything!?

“Don’t mind me. Take your time, [Name]-Sensei.” Korosensei remarks, making you stiffen in your seat in surprise. Dammit...You hoped he hadn’t caught you watching, but of course he did...You felt embarrassment creep up your cheeks, your gaze turning back to the monitor and a particularly difficult kanji you had been struggling to decipher for the past couple minutes. If only their handwriting wasn’t so hard to read...You had lived here for at least five years now, and had grasped speaking the language quite well; writing it however was another thing entirely. The minute differences in some of the symbols were almost impossible for you to make out, accessibility equipment or no. You just hold the paper near your face, squinting at it over your glasses for a few seconds before you notice it leave your hand suddenly, a tiny gasp escaping your mouth as you feel his soft tendrils brush against your hand. It was only for a couple seconds, yet you felt as if it lasted much longer, an odd feeling almost like an electrical current running through your body. Indeed, it did feel as if you had been shocked, your heart racing wildly as you looked over at him.

“...I see. This is [Kid]’s paper isn’t it? Ah, I understand why you were tripped up; the particular way they shorthanded this character is quite different from how it’s usually written.” He explains, putting the paper back underneath the magnifying apparatus for you to see what he was talking about. You watch as he easily moves the papers you had yet to do aside, procuring an empty sheet of paper and regular pen. You watch carefully as he writes down the character, once in its traditional style and another in the exact same shorthand the student was using.

“Hmm...” You study the symbol, its meaning becoming more clear as you understood the differences in strokes.

“Got it now, thanks Koro.” You remark, truly grateful for the help, though you were slightly embarrassed by it. You turn your head to face him, surprise making your heart skip a beat as you notice the color of his skin. It was green with stripes, yet for some reason the stripes were slightly pinkish instead of their usual yellow. Weird...

“Hehehe, no problem at all, [Name]-Sensei. It is the job of seniors to teach their juniors, after all.”

“Uhm, excuse me!? If anything, I’m the senior one here, not you!” You jokingly shout, a small smile forming on your face. This guy...

“Oh, really now?”

“Yes, really!” You start, leaning over in your chair to point your finger at him, failing to notice his beady eyes focusing on your chest. He just offers another large grin, the stripes on his face fading away so he is mostly bright pink.

“What are you thinking?” You taunt, causing Korosensei to recoil as if he was in pain, beads of sweat dripping down his round face.

“N-nothing! Definitely not something weird, either!” He stammers, causing an odd warmth to spread through your chest, your eyes narrowing mischievously now that you had him cornered.

“Yeah, says the guy who hides his copies of ‘Biweekly Busty Babes’ in the “secret compartment” on the locked leftmost drawer in the front desk...” You coyly remark, along with added quotes for emphasis, delighting in his visceral response, which was to turn a bright shade of pink and sputter out barely coherent half-sentences.

“Wh-Wh-H-How did you!”

“Was it really that secretive? I just felt something was off with the wood paneling...” You say, causing him to glare at you, making your stomach tighten into even bigger knots. You feel your face heat up at the intensity of his gaze, a sigh escaping your lips.

“Look, I don’t really care about it. I mean, as long as the kids can’t get into it...Guys...they...it’s just something they do, yeah?” You ask innocently, causing him to sputter in protest once again.

“Anyway!” You embarrasedly shout as you wave your arms frantically, trying to do anything from continuing the current topic at hand. Eyeing a familiar sprout of blue hair from the partially open doorway, you rush over to it, Nagisa’s startled face in front of you.

“S-Sensei...”

“Oh, Nagisa-kun, what do you need!?” You half-shout, nearly dragging the boy into the room, much to his embarrassed dismay. You realize just then, with a sinking stomach, that you accidentally called the boy by his first name; a big taboo in Japanese, if you remembered correctly. However, if he noticed it, the shy child certainly didn’t let you know, his gaze roaming around the small staff room.

“W-Well...it’s about yesterday...uhm...” He starts, his voice soft and quiet from nervousness. You just offer him a kind smile, putting one hand on his shoulder.

“Oh, that? Don’t worry about it! I’m fine!” You half-lie, feeling the hard gazes of the other teachers on you, making a knot start to form in your stomach. He doesn’t need to worry; He’s a goddamn kid, for Christ’s sake! The only thing he should worry about is getting his grades up enough to leave E-Class. You think, though you can feel a small chill in the air, almost like the temperature dropped a few degrees. The short haired boy only offers you a nod, his worried eyes seeming to steady at your response.

“Was that all you were concerned about, Shiota-kun? Hahaha, you better get ready for the afternoon lessons! They might be more difficult than usual.” You say, your tone unusually jovial as you usher the small child out the door. You can still feel the stares of your fellow teachers on you as the door closes shut, knowing that they both sensed the false emotion in your words. Whatever. It wasn’t for them; it was for the kids. You turn around with a sigh, coming face to face with an irritated Karasuma, though the octopus wasn’t far behind.

“...What? I’m fine, really. It doesn’t really hurt anymore.” You protest, not truly lying but not totally telling the truth either. It wasn’t lying really; the aches had mostly faded away to a dull pain now, though some of burns still stung when you moved certain ways. Karasuma just shakes his head, his brows furrowed.

“...You are quite stubborn, aren’t you?”

“You don’t need to worry about—“ You feel something wrap around your shoulder then, a chill creeping up your spine as Korosensei blocked the path to the doorway.

“That’s exactly why we need to worry! You don’t seem to understand your limits. You came right back to work after the grenade incident; you should have at least taken a sick day or two off! I might have patched you up, but your body and mind still need time to heal.” He sternly comments, making you a bit frustrated at the two of them. You weren’t a child; you could take care of yourself. A few aches and bruises weren’t going to stop you from helping these kids! You knew what you signed up for when you were in the principal's office; you weren’t going to back down now.

“Thanks for looking out for me, but I can do this! Just because I’m not a military personnel officer or...a hired killer doesn’t mean I can’t hack it. I’ve been teaching longer than any of you, goddammit!” You cry out in anger, watching as his color changes from its usual yellow to a light blue. That just made you more angry; you didn’t need their pity, you wallowed in your own self-pity enough lately. You could feel the sting of tears as they began to flow from your eyes, internally cursing at your own weakness. Why now? Why did you have to break down now, of all times? You quickly turned away from the two of them, wiping your eyes with your sleeve. You can feel a tentacle wrap itself around your other shoulder and turn you to face him, making you blush even harder as your eyes met. There was an odd fire in his expanding pupils, a smoldering determination that left you frazzled and confused.

“Neither of us doubt your abilities, [Name]-Sensei. We are both simply concerned as your fellow teachers. You are an important part of this assassination classroom, whether you are willing to admit that or not. I...I admit I probably would have hard time of doing all of this on my own.” He partially lied, all three of you knowing otherwise. He would have had no trouble teaching this class without you; he was just lying to make you feel better. Why did he even bother, you wonder. You weren’t anything special; yet here he was attempting to lift your spirits. It was almost enough to send you over the edge once more, but you bit the inside of your mouth, using the slight pain as a focal point to stay strong. You decide to play along with his charade, not wanting the depressing mood to stay in the room any longer. You offer him a tiny smirk, one of your eyebrows arching upward as you grab the front of his robe and give it a small tug. His face alights with surprise, pupils turning into white orbs of shock, clearly not expecting the maneuver, his cheeks flushing pink as his round head bumps into your nose.

“Well,” You start to drawl, ignoring the furious pounding of your heart against your chest. “When you put it like that...I guess I can’t just up and leave now, can I?”

Korosensei only responds with a small, nervous, laugh. You daringly take the initiative, leaning in to give him a small, light peck on the cheek, quickly parting with as neutral an expression as you can manage in your flustered state. You can feel his form tremble a little, his usually calm breathing now uneven as you turn around, covering your face with your hand. What the hell were you thinking? Just up and doing that...With Karasuma in the room, too, no less! Well...If he wants to play with me, I can play back! You argue, doing your best to ignore the odd stare from Karasuma as you make it back to your seat. You just cough loudly, too loudly for it to be normal, your voice oddly strained as you turn to the military officer.

“What are you doing standing around? We still have many more papers to grade!”

He just looks at you for a moment, then at the trembling octopus, who had now turned a shade of bright pink, tentacles covering his blushing face. You just snort, a wicked grin coming over your features as you narrow your eyes. Karasuma just sighs, shaking his head as he returns to his laptop, easily clicking away like nothing had happened. You had to admit, he had some fierce nerves.

“As long as you are fit to teach, [Name]-Sensei. Good to see your spirits have lifted...” He mutter from behind his screen, though his tone sounded a bit off. Was he actually embarrassed? You just let out a small chuckle, easily returning to your work. The day wasn’t over just yet...

Tap.Tap.Tap. It was an incessant noise, one that your sense of hearing was easily able to distinguish above the ordinary classroom chatter. Your hand stops in it’s flowing movements, the scratching of chalk against the board ceasing for a moment as you turn around to a row of blurred, vaguely indistinguishable faces.

“Which one of you is using your phone in class? I can hear you; come clean now or you will regret it.” You say, your voice almost a growl as you finish that last sentence, your eyes narrowing through your thick lenses. Several of the kids make a small gasp of surprise, a couple of them shifting in their seats, though quite a few ignore you outright. You focus your attention on those few, taking a small object out of your pocket and bringing it up to your good eye. You watch as their forms come into better focus, your thumb carefully adjusting the scope to reveal the usual bundle of troublemakers. One of Terasaka’s friends, perhaps? No...You shouldn’t be so quick to judge, but they did seem to be the most likely culprits. Letting out a small sigh, you step towards that particular row of desks. Glaring at the young man, whose name you cannot remember at this moment, you calmly walked around to the front of their desk.

“[Kid]-San, how many times...do I and Korosensei have to tell you not to have your phone out in class!? You’re disrupting the students who actually want to learn and accomplish something with their lives!” You say, your tone harsh as you offer out a hand to take the offending device. The kid just gives you a sour look, both of his hands moving from underneath his desk, no such cell phone in hand as they enter your field of view. What? He has an odd grin on his face as he speaks up, his eyes gleaming devilishly.

“Phone? What phone?” You grit your teeth, knowing that he is playing you for an idiot. About time one of these kids gave you some lip; they were quite well behaved so far. Quite different from how your previous years acted. This was something more in line with what you were used to, the snotty, defiant, punk kids who went by their own rules. Well, he was no Karma, that’s for sure...You motion for him to get up off of his desk, which he does with a grumble, feeling anger surge inside of you, a deep flash of heat. You didn’t have time for this bullshit...

“Pockets. Empty them. Now.” You snarl, watching as the child’s confident grin turns into a frown of displeasure, said apparatus finally appearing in their clenched, white knuckled fist. You easily take the item, the boy giving it up with little to no fight, stuffing it in the pocket of your blazer. You’d keep it until the end of the school day; as a punishment. You turn to said child, still giving you a glare that you understood was a promise for revenge.

“Interrupt class again, and you’re standing out in the hallway. Now,” You begin to turn around, addressing the rest of the class in a much more relaxed tone. “Where did we leave off? Isogai-kun, can you please help me remember?” Said class president shifts in his seat, you offering him a kind smile as you walk back up to the board. Thankfully, his voice echoes across the classroom in a few seconds, making an odd sort of warmth bubble up in your gut. God, he was such a good kid. It’s a wonder how he ended up in the End Class.

“Yes, [Name]-Sensei. I think we were covering…”
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