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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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AN: Sorry if the protagonist is completely unrelatable to you guys. I’m not sure how normal people work, so I can’t really write from that perspective, sight wise. You can always overlook those details if it makes you feel better...sorry for the illogical cliche. It’s so bad but I wanted to so here it is!

“No, that’s no good...Mmm...” You mutter under your breath, circling ‘He seems to prefer fruit flavors’ with your pen, adjusting your position so that the sun wasn’t in the way of your phone display. The one good thing, maybe, that you were able to get out of being injured was an excuse to skip physical education for a bit; though participating in the exercises was your own decision as a part to try and better yourself. Well, that didn’t mean you couldn’t watch the students, or at least attempt to spend the small hour or so outside, considering you barely went out enough as it was to get sunlight. It’s not like you really had to do anything else, and it was nice to get a break from teaching. Though, you internally chided yourself, looking this stuff up wasn’t much different. You just sigh, using your monocular to scan the rows of exercising students hard at work on their drills. They seemed to be batting around a tiny yellow ball, using their Anti-Sensei knives. It bore a pretty uncanny resemblance to the yellow teacher, who was currently going off somewhere again. He was quite speedy; able to travel across the world in only a matter of minutes or hours, usually on the fancy of his own odd whims. It was a bit surprising to you how he was able to go about doing that. Being a world secret, and a nonhuman at that, you were surprised at how the government just let him go. What if he never came back?

You pause in thought for a moment, an odd chill coming over you, scouring through your tiny bag you have next to you on the steps, looking at the copy of the notes you had received from Nagisa. They really were useful; he had grasped quite a few of Korosensei’s weaknesses. You had also added your observations to them, albeit in your native tongue, just in case he happened to come across them. Then again, that isn’t exactly what you were after; though a voice in the back of your head said to keep it in mind. You just scan through various websites on your phone, trying to find things that might work. You weren’t amazing when it came to cooking, but following a recipe was simple enough. Though, trying to understand the differences between Japanese and Western sweets was another hurdle; you’d lived in Japan for a few years now, yet their oddly flavored pastries and confections never quite suited your tastes. It wasn’t that they were bad tasting; you enjoyed a couple of their different flavor combinations, but you usually opted to go for what you knew best.

Yet, trying to use that knowledge to make desserts for another person, whose palate was different from yours, was proving to be more of a challenge than you thought. You flip to another post on the website, showing a picture of an oddly shaped confection with the list of ingredients. This maybe? Doesn’t seem too hard...You guess, mentally reading off the list of ingredients you would need and taking a careful look at the flavor profile of said dish. It wouldn’t do any good if it was something he hated, after all. Though you had a sneaking feeling Korosensei was fine with eating anything, seeing how he easily devoured most of the snacks brought in for that science experiment yesterday. You let out a small chuckle at the thought; he really was childlike, in an oddly endearing sort of way. The unusual sensation of a chill running down the back of your neck made you pause, turning your head towards the source of the feeling.

“Oh, great...” You mutter, a sadly familiar shock of blurred red hair entering your field of vision. That could only mean one thing; Karma was back. You attempted to mentally steel yourself for what was coming; a hard day of trying to get this kid under control. Which, was more or less kind of impossible, considering who you were up against...No. This ain’t my first tango with you, kiddo. I can figure you out...You think, just watching as the small boy walks across the grass to the steps you were sitting on. His face is pulled up into a sneer, those eyes twinkling dangerously as he slides his hand into his pocket.

You barely react in time, thanks to your still healing body and precarious position, letting out a garbled squeak as something tiny and bright flies at your face. You feel your heart stop for a second, as your brain registers the situation, your eyes failing to process it in time. A familiar wispy tentacle is wrapped around the handle of said object, which you finally realize is a knife. Not an anti-Sensei knife, but a small metal blade; used to hurt regular people. What the hell was this kid doing?

“Hehehe...Sorry, [Name]-San. I forgot for a second there...” Karma condescendingly remarks, a twisted smile on his face. “I can’t really kill you, now can I? Even though...that would be a tempting idea.” You just sigh and glare at the boy, your brows furrowing as you open your to mouth to try and speak. You lose your chance however, as Korosensei’s voice echoes out from pretty close behind you, making your heart race, his tone an odd mix of stern and joyful.

“Now, now Karma-kun! If you’re going to be joining the assassination classroom, the least you could do is put in a little effort; looking up your target and their weaknesses is the most basic of basics.”

Said teen only turned his, or rather your way, his eyes glinting in that manner you were so familiar with. The way that all children who eventually dropped to the End Class took on; a cynical and forlorn gleam. Though his was masked slightly by his brashness and intense malice, which you could strongly feel even from here. A devious smile painted his lips, the cold words he said next making you shudder a bit.

“Whatever. I just really wanna gut a teacher, is all. Monster or not, doesn’t really matter to me.” You feel your stomach turn at his last phrase; the word ‘monster’ in particular making your stomach drop. Sure, Koro wasn’t human, but maybe calling the guy a monster went a little too far. Even for the guy who’s going to blow up the planet in a year? You hear, a frown painting your face as you attempt to stand up, pointing a finger at the retreating boy as he starts walking down the steps. You do notice that he is courteous enough to leave your things alone, avoiding stepping on the papers and phone near you. Though he does pick up your copy of Nagisa’s notes, pocketing it for himself with a smirk.

“Akabane Karma! That is no way to talk to a teacher!” The teen just ignores you, the other students finally noticing the return of their old classmate, several of them breaking away from the group to greet the redhead. Nagisa was the most enthusiastic of the bunch, though he did appear hesitant at first. That’s right, they had been classmates for quite a while now. It was only because of Karma’s suspension last year that he was not present in your class along with the others. An odd sound from near you causes you to turn around slightly, curiosity compelling you. Said ‘monster’ was just standing in front you, though he appeared to be busily chewing something, and you noticed that the knife was gone. Wait, what?

“What the f—“ You catch yourself before the words fully form, even knowing that the kids couldn’t understand them, still taking a few seconds to process the situation.

“You just...ate the knife, yeah? Like, it’s g-gone, but it was here, and then you—“ You stutter, your words coming out in an odd mush, probably nonconprehensible to native speakers.

“Of course! Leaving it around would only bring trouble. I don’t want other...people finding it and getting ideas.” He replies, something about his wording making you feel on edge. He said people not students, which made the hairs on the back of your neck prickle. He couldn’t have...No. You attempt to steer the conversation in another direction, a small smirk appearing on your face.

“I’ll warn you, man. That Akabane kid is trouble...He...is more of a typical class E student than most of them. Even Terasaka. I’ve taught them for long enough to know; yet he was suspended last year. Still, watch out for him...”

He just gives you a small smirk, the corners of his mouth turning up as his eyes narrow at you, stripes forming on his face.

“Thank you for the warning, [Name]-Sensei. However, I don’t believe I’ll have much trouble with him.” You just shake your head, turning your gaze back to the boy with his classmates, who was still eyeing the two of you out of the corner of his vision. He has no idea...You are distracted by the noise of paper rustling, your heart nearly stopping as you see Korosensei examining the cake ideas you wrote down earlier. Oh shit, oh no, no, shit! You mentally panic, remembering your own potentially embarrassing notes you had scribbled in the margins, before a thought crosses into your brain. He can’t read English, can he? You had translated them from their original Japanese to English, just because you had some difficulty getting the exact measurements correct. If only the States used the same metric system as every other part of the world. He was staring at them so intently, you wondered if he could actually make out your shorthand.

“Eh...I was busy researching the differences between Western and Eastern sweets. You see, I’ve never really had a...taste for Japanese desserts, despite living here for quite a while. Yet, I enjoy their Western equivalents quite a bit...” Your words tumble out of your mouth, not really a lie but not totally the truth either. You didn’t want him to find out your plan, else the surprise would all be for naught. You do feel like you’re being watched, probably by the children and Karasuma as their steps sounded much closer than before, making you even more anxious as your stomach tied itself into knots. The octopus looks up from the paper, giving you a look that you can only describe as playful, the odd stripes still around his head.

“Hmmm...Is that so? Looks like you’ve been putting a lot of thought into this.” You just feel your face start to warm up involuntarily, though you attempt to keep your mouth neutral despite the twitching of your cheeks. If only you were better at lying...You lament, trying to keep your voice at an even keel as you speak. You feel your heart race, an idea suddenly forming in your brain.

“Yeah, I’m kinda picky when it comes to food...Hey!” You shout at him, gesturing for Korosensei to come closer. He does, tilting his head curiously, sitting down next to you on the step. You feel your words hitch in your throat, a little bothered by your proximity to one another, but try to force them out anyway.

“You’ve got a thing for sweets, yeah? Any recommendations?” He only gives you a long stare, his eyes narrowing as his smirk grows even wider, his face very close to yours. He knows, doesn’t he? You feel your mouth twitch a little, the corners turning up in an awkward unnatural smile, your pupils dilating in anxiety.

“Nyuhuhuhu...I can think of a few things, based on these notes you’ve so...meticulously thought out.” You freeze, knowing exactly what his statement meant. Son of a bitch! You feel your hands start to twitch, wanting to grab the papers out of his hands and tear them up so no one else can read them. It was mortifying; then again, you really only had yourself to blame. He was an artificially created life form, surely mastering a language or two wasn’t difficult for him. You suck in your breath, trying to calm your frazzled nerves. Which then became even more tense as an odd shrill noise erupts from nearby, making the two of you involuntarily jump in surprise, your butt landing on the space between a step and the next. Even Korosensei was unbalanced, his body shifting away as his face flushed pink, tentacles shrinking and wiggling away from you.

You could feel your body start to tilt to the side, papers and your bag flying everywhere in the rush of motion, as your arms waved about wildly in an attempt to grip something. You hear a small squeal as your hand grips onto unfamiliar fabric, the small boost of momentum being all that was needed to send the two of you flying down the stairs, your glasses falling unceremoniously off of your nose in the confusion. Or at least it felt like you were flying, in the brief seconds that seemed to go by like hours to your frazzled mind. You could only let out a small gasp of surprise, one that was quickly muffled when your mouth presses up against something that wasn’t there a half second ago.

It was soft, and a bit sticky, its texture unfamiliar to your lips. You were honestly more focused on the things you felt wrapping around your body to pay much attention to that, however, the tendrils pulling you even closer against the odd surface. You could feel your palms start to sweat with anxiety, gripping the fabric even tighter as you felt your body jostle from being flung down the steps. Though, oddly enough, it didn’t really hurt, the things that you slowly began to realize were tentacles keeping you still despite it all. Oh god...oh oh oh oh god no. No. I did not just...Your mind struggles to finish the thought, feeling your face heat up in shame. You realize, a little late, that he can probably feel that too, a small strangled noise coming out of your mouth.

You gingerly lift up your head, the world a multitude of blurred together colors, probably because you lost your glasses. One thing was abundantly clear however, and that was Korosensei’s perplexed expression, his face a deep pink as you dumbly stared down at him. A strangled breath you didn’t know you’d been holding escapes your lips, which feel oddly sensitive and tingly. It was your first time after all, albeit you had hoped for a better situation than the one currently happening. You can feel his tentacles partially release their grip on you, though some were still around your back, but you were still too dumbstruck to move anyway.

“I-I apologize! I-I...” You stumble over your words, which were oddly formal considering the situation. You resisted the urge to bolt off right then and there, shame and mortification making tears start to form at the corners of your eyes. God, I am so pathetic...I can’t...You press your hand to your face, hoping to hide your pathetic expression. A familiar, yet slightly panicked voice erupts from underneath you, causing your chest to ache.

“...Are y-you hurt at all? Anything feel off?” You shake your head no, your chest tightening at the words.

“N-no...I don’t think so.” You timidly answer back, watching his reaction. He only lets out a small sigh, his body shifting under yours as you feel him move into a sitting position, pulling you a bit closer.

“That’s good...” You feel one of his tendrils gently pat your head, making you feel extremely self-conscious. You just crane your neck to look up at him, his round face flushing brightly as your eyes meet.

“...Sorry.” Is the only thing you can think to say, causing him to tilt his head in confusion.

“Hm? Why are you apologizing?” His question now leaving you confused, your voice shaky as you attempt to speak.

“W-well, I did accidentally...k-kiss you, y’k—“ Your words are interrupted as you watch the features on his face distort wildly, almost comical in nature if you weren’t so mortified.

“That’s what that was!?” He nearly shrieks, his color once again changing to a deep pink, though this time it spread to all over his body. You can feel his tentacles quiver underneath you, the ones gripping your back almost making you laugh at the ticklish sensation. He had no clue...Shoulda kept my mouth shut. You lament, now realizing your mistake, your stomach twisting and turning from the bundle of nerves you were slowly becoming. You wished you could crawl up into a ball and disappear. Your next words come out in a haze, your mind reeling.

“...Was it...bad?” Korosensei only sputters out incomprehensible gibberish, his arms and other appendages waving wildly.

“B-bad!? That’s—E-ehh—I-I—“

“Oooooh, look at that! [Name]-Sensei and Korosensei kissed, you guys!” You hear various voices shout, probably the students, laughter mixed in among them. You feel sick, rolling off of his sitting form in a heap on the grass. This wasn’t supposed to—Why? Goddammit! You scramble to your feet in a panicked rush, nearly falling over yourself in your embarrassed floundering as you try to distance yourself from both him and the clamoring students. You feel his gaze on you, making you hesitantly turn his way one last time.

“...D-don’t listen to them! It was an a-accident, after all, r-right?” He weakly says, though his face is still a bright pink, nervous droplets of sweat pouring down his face. You nod your head, though you can feel your legs tremble as you start to head toward the steps.

“Y-yeah...Just an...accident. N-nothing to...f-f-freak out over!” You say that last sentence more loudly than intended, quickly turning away from him and attempting to walk up the steps. Which were a blurry mess, the tips of the footholds weaving in and out, nearly tripling before your eyes. You gingerly slide out your foot anyway, using the point where it hit the wood bottom as a guide to lift your leg up and over the step. You feel one of his tentacles tap you on the shoulder, making you turn your head his way, darkness being the only thing you see with your right eye.

“Forgetting something?” His voice rings out cheerily, another one of his wavering tentacles gently placing a familiar object on the bridge of your nose. The world suddenly comes into much needed focus, shapes and colors turning into actual objects. Or at least outlines of them.

“T-thank you S-sensei!” You sputter out, your cheeks once again turning a shade of red as you climb the stairs, gathering your bag and papers as quickly as you can. Oh god, shut up shut up shut up! You yell at yourself, nearly running back into the building...

To say the rest of the day was awkward would be a complete understatement. Thankfully you were only teaching one more class for the day, Home Economics. Unfortunately, Karma was back in Class E and determined to make the rest of your day hell. And Korosensei’s apparently, going by the angry shouts you heard from the classroom. You attempted to focus on your paperwork, busy in the staff room with Karasuma. The stern man was busy typing away at his laptop like always, apparently unaffected by the afternoon’s incident.

A odd, soft rhythmic tapping stops you as you move onto the next paper, causing you to turn your head towards it. Korosensei is slamming his hand against the wall, a frown on his face as his temples throb in anger, the squishing sound continuing every time his fingers hit the wall. You walk toward the lanky figure, despite your initial hesitance to do so, an odd feeling welling up in your chest the closer you get. You notice that his face is slightly red, the usual color when he is agitated, which makes you a little nervous. He never got really angry before, aside from the grenade incident, though you notice something seems off about his appearance.

“Hey, what’s wrong? You’re usually so calm and laid back...” You start to say, though you mutter the last part under your breath. “It’s worrying me...”

“That Karma! He...he actually cut off my hand!”

He lets out a heavy sigh, still hitting the wall as he shows off his other hand. You stare at it for a moment, unsure of what is wrong, before it dawns on you. His left hand is missing a finger and part of the main tentacle, part of the odd bulbous appendage that made up his hand slowly bubbling. You watch in wonder as it starts to fix itself, the flesh mending together to form the odd lump, before starting to work on the finger. His expression is quite crestfallen, though you notice his eyes flicker brightly for a second as they meet yours. You let out an exhale of breath you didn’t know you were holding in.

“Wow. That’s actually...impressive. Are you scared or something?” You joke, a large smile spreading across your face as you hold up a finger. The familiar green stripes appear once more, his expression oddly joyous.

“Ha, you’re joking! He got lucky, that’s all!” You feel your heart lift at his improved mood, though you mentally chastise yourself for even thinking that way. He’s the enemy, isn’t he? Why am I...? You muse, your inner doubts surfacing once again. Still, Korosensei’s usual grin is a bit lackluster than usual, his eyes drooping as he crosses his arms over one another.

“Still...He’s a tricky one. That little...He knows I can’t overstep my bounds as a teacher, and he’s doing everything he can to provoke me!” You laugh, a small chuckle erupting out of your mouth, a random surge of energy revitalizing you. Not out of malice, but some kind of sick, twisted glee. This is what you were good at; figuring out how to outfox students like these. You’ve had three years of experience dealing with them, after all. Good thing the octopus kept you around.

“What’s so funny?” He questions, making you smile once again. You deepen your voice, posing dramatically with a flourish, doing the best accent you can with your lackluster Japanese.

“It’s quite elementary, my dear. If you can’t beat them, join them; as the saying goes!” Both him and Karasuma blankly stare at you, feeling your face heat up from embarrassment as you cover it with your hand.

“What I’m say—“ You feel something soft press against your lips, Korosensei’s round head giving you an odd smirk.

“What was that, [Name]-Sensei? Were you trying to cheer me up, perhaps?” You sputter at his words, wanting to vehemently deny them out of sheer spite. You couldn’t deny the way your heart fluttered as the odd rosy color came over his cheeks though. Much better than that defeated look he wore earlier.

“Wh—What!? Ahahahaha!” You just laugh, not really too sure how to fend off his claim. You just shrug, leaning against the wall he had been so earnestly punching a few moments ago.

“Like I was tryin’ to say, with a kid like him, you gotta fight fire with fire. Figure out what gets under his skin; and this, I can help with!” You eagerly go into details, explaining the best way to deal with troubling kids, using your experience as a teacher of three E classes to your advantage for once...
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