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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: Trigger warnings for suicidal thoughts, depictions of gore, and an imagined suicide attempt. Sorry; wanted to put one in ch3 honestly, but I'll do that one later...Could argue that ch1 had one as well.
I really hope they turned out well...You think, looking at the two desserts sitting on your counter. They weren't anything special; just a simple cake and tray of cookies covered in store bought frosting. You had decided to go with two different things, thinking you might as well make something small for the class, and maybe sneak a couple cookies for youself while you were at it. You never really were a big fan of cake...Plus, he might not suspect as much than if you brought in only a single cake.
"All I can do now is pray, hehe..." You nervously chuckle, closing the fridge door to let the sweets rest. Wouldn't want their frosting to melt off after all; it was going to be a pain bringing them both on the bus to town and up the damned mountain, but you figured you'd manage. You always figured it out somehow...
Walking away from the just cleaned kitchen, you let out a small sigh. That took longer than you thought it would, peering at the LCD clock on your counter. It was quite late at night, though thankfully you had your lesson plans done for the next couple weeks, yet you were still exhausted. So you slowly head to your bedroom, your mind abuzz with ideas and thoughts. A couple in particular stand out in your mind, taunting you, teasing you as you go into the bathroom. The buzz of the floursecent lights as they click is on is prominent to your ears, your eyes scanning for your toothbrush as they pointedly avoid the small mirror on the wall. You ignore the idea as soon as you notice the small plastic bowl, a tiny razor settled atop it, a compulsion coming over your mind. It was more like an urge, maybe, you weren't sure...You only know you were too tired to deny it at the moment.
The razor was a cheap thing, just one of those disposable ones but...It could still cut. You hear yourself think, twirling the small device between your thumb and forefinger. You feel your main hand glide along your jaw, down your neck to your collarbone before going back up to the point where chin and neck intersect. Thump. Thump. You can feel your pulse, quite steady underneath your seemingly cold fingers. The mental image of the razor gliding over that spot fills your mind, a deep line of crimson dripping forth liquid promises that stained the white sink and wall, your body toppling to the floor beneath a pool of red. You shake as you watch the fantasy to its completion, gripping the razor in your hand tightly and wishing you had the energy to actually go through with it. You're just a coward, too scared of the pain...it wouldn't work; it's not worth the effort. You argue with yourself, bringing the tiny device to eye level. It might not hurt that bad, you think as you examine the razor's sharp metal edge. It's not like you have never used one of these before; the worst it would do was make a small, shallow cut. All you would have to do was endure for a few measly seconds as you bleed out, and then...it would be over.
"..." You deeply exhale, the moment finally passing as you shake your head furiously. What good would that do? The kids would probably be devastated, losing another teacher so suddenly...Plus, all the time and effort you spent on the sweets would be ruined. You weren't that pathetic, you told yourself as you put the small thing down, just take it one step at a time. Why the hell are you even thinking about those kinds of things? You have a job, secure income, and a place to live; why did you feel so empty, despite doing your best to stay alive? You didn't know, and you hated yourself for it. You thought of the kids who were much like you once, though much worse off and having legitimate reasons to end themselves if they desired.
Pathetic. You have a great life; why are you even considering these kinds of ideas? You weren't sure, only feeling guilty that they existed in the first place. What a horrible, horrible person you were! With those thoughts swimming in your mind, you quickly brush your teeth, splashing some cold water on your face afterwards. You try to push the despair building up in your chest back, the dense heaviness weighing you down as your feet plod against the cold hardwood floor. It would all be worth it tomorrow, a warm feeling momentarily filling your chest as you imagine Korosensei's reaction, his eyes lighting up at the desserts you made, his usual complexion turning a rosy pink. You feel the warmth start to fade quickly, however, replaced by a dull emptiness that makes you fall into bed. You just gather your sheets and tuck them around you, trying to gain some solace from their pitiful warmth. Yet you feel nothing; not even the urge to cry, your eyes dry and vacant as you stare at the dark ceiling...
You blearily open your eyes, lacking the strength to even turn over in your sheets to look at your bedside clock. I should get up for work...You tell yourself, weakly lifting your head up from the sheets, feeling a chill as the blankets slide off of your shoulders. Your arms and legs feel like lead as you move them, attempting to get off of the bed. You felt fine, aside from the small aches and pains, and you knew you weren't sick. This has just become a routine for you; struggling against the apathetic lethargy preventing you from doing the most basic of tasks. It's not that you didn't want to go to work; you were almost looking forward to today. You just try to go about your daily routine as much as possible; getting showered for the day, eating breakfast and then changing into a semi-formal outfit for work that you hoped was modest enough. It wa a simple light shirt, a buttoned blouse that you left open at the first button, else it would have been a bit too snug for you otherwise. Your pants were similar, just light enough to not weigh you down with their material, a simple pair of shoes finishing the ensemble.
"Okay. Gotta get going..." You say, trying to find some energy in order to pump yourself up for the day. It doesn't really work, your body still feeling heavy as you pack up the cake and tray of cookies, being careful with the confections lest they become damaged on the way to work...
"Hmm?" You turn your head upward and to the side, looking away from your phone for a second. A noise had caught your attention; one that gave you a bad feeling in your gut, making you stand up off the bench where you had been waiting, being careful not to move the sweets placed next to you. The bus probably wouldn't come for another few minutes, you had been waiting long enough as is for it. A few extra minutes wasn't going to hurt. Looking down the street, you can only make out an odd blob of colors, an indistinguishable mesh of sorts that seemed to be making the noise as you slowly moved closer.
"I...have to get...going! My new job...is at stake." You hear a pointedly female voice cry out, making your heart race with fear. What was happening over there? Clutching your bag splayed at your hip, you ran over to the spot, your small legs pumping as fast as they were able to. You can now make out the form of several men, ages indeterminable to you, and a smaller woman stuck in the middle. Those bastards! You feel anger surge through your tiny frame as you grit your teeth, cane waving widly in your main hand as you half-walk half-run towards them, rummaging through your bag as your other hand clasps a familiar tiny cylindrical object. You attempt to push past one of the men, who only gives a disgruntled yelp, placing yourself between the three men and the blonde woman.
"Can't a woman walk to her job these days without being accosted by little shits like you?" You joke, a sinister smile on your lips as you watch them frown at you despite your fear churning stomach, a couple of them even moving closer into your personal space. You can feel the woman's breath hitch behind you, her form stiffening from anxiety you assume. This must be quite scary for her; not that you weren't terrified as well. The adrenaline thankfully helped hide your erratic breathing and shaking legs, though your stomach still felt sick as your stared into the almost predatory gaze of the large men in front of you. But what kind of person would you be if you just let this happen? Whatever it was, you were going to put a stop to it. Or at least try, you tell yourself, watching with a sinking feeling as the men regain their composure, one of them even grinning at you as he waves his finger in your direction.
"That's mean, lady...We were just trying to strike up a nice, friendly conversation." One of them mutters as you can feel his eyes settle on your chest. You try to ignore the sinking feeling in your gut, understanding that the situation could turn sour easily, if it hasn't already. You didn't want to use the spray if you didn't have to; maybe they could be talked to. You just take a deep breath, focusing on making your voice as slick sounding as you could, giving it a rough tenor.
"Well, sorry to disappoint you, but I don't think this poor girl is in the mood to chat right now." A couple of the men scoff at your remark, rolling their eyes, one of them even grabbing you by the wrist. The touch shocks you, their rough hand pulling at you in your surprise.
"Is that so? Maybe you'd be more...receptive to our offer, then?" You just let out a small swallow, cursing under your breath. You can hear the woman behind you shout out something, but you can't decipher it in your fear riddled haze, feeling one of the men grab ahold of your arm, cane dropping to the floor, their breath tickling your ear.
"Not a bad idea...She doesn't look too ugly either. Plus, she might even be more stacked than that blonde whore! Why do the foreign countries have all the hot, busty babes!? Look at 'em, the way they squi—" You snap your head backward, disgusted by his words, a chill running down your body as you feel his nose crunch under your hard skull. He lets go of your body then, taking a step back and clutching his bleeding nose in pain. The other two men just look at you, fury causing their eyes to narrow and smolder, hatred and rage clear in their eyes.
"What you'd do that for, you crazy slut? He was just paying you a compliment...Foreign women are always so high strung and bitchy. Wouldn't know a good time if it walked right in front of them." You try to suppress the fear building in your chest, causing your breaths to come out in gasps as you feel for the spray in your hand. You attempt to direct it at one of the two perverts in front of you, but the man from before twists your arm from behind, causing you to cry out as the item falls to the pavement. You feel a familiar bloodlust just then, an unusually shaped shadow cast over the lot of you despite it being quite bright outside, and you can make out their open mouths and wide eyes full of fear, small croaks coming out of their throats.
"Take your filthy hands off of her!" You feel your heart leap at that sound, that familiar low timbre causing you to tremble slightly. You were probably just scared, you reason, as you felt the pressure on your arm subside, though it still aches a little bit. You notice that the men around you have moved suddenly, no longer in your field of view. Turning around, you see a familiar figure gripping said men by their necks, the three making choking and strangling noises as they were lifted aloft. He looked quite odd, his skin now color more resembling a human's, an odd nose and wig placed atop his round face. His arms and hands were covered in awkward white sleeves and gloves, tentacles easily distinguishable due to the fact that only two finger holes were being used. You think you'd laugh, if it weren't for the deadly serious aura he gave off, making even the blonde lady take a step or two back in fear.
"W-what the...hell?"
Korosensei only drops the men on the ground, moving to your side in a few easy steps, the latter too busy catching their breath as they lay haphazardly on the ground to do anything. His warmth is comforting and also a bit embarrassing, seeing as you were in a public place, your face heating up as you attempt to look up at him.
"Care to explain?" You say, not wanting to give anything away to the young woman or the three men. He sighs, shaking his head as you feel the texture of his gloved tentacle graze your cheek.
"You are quite reckless, [Name]-Sensei! What I'm doing here is of no concern right now." He replies, causing you to frown. You shake your head as if to protest, wiggling out of his grip and turning to face him.
"Of no...!? Are you serious right now? You...you're unbelievable, you know that?" You say, rolling your eyes as you continue speaking.
"Never mind...Thanks for the save, anyway. Kinda makes me mad though; that I had to re—" You mutter before you are cut off, your face heating up with shame as you feel his eyes narrow at you.
"...[Name]-Sensei." His tone was quite stern, almost like he was talking to one of his students, making you feel even more embarrassed. "Now is not the time for us to argue; however, you and I are going to talk about your...lack of self-confidence later."
"...Ooookay?" You confusedly agree, it understanding what he was talking about. He was right though; it wasn't the time nor place to argue with him, even though you weren't too sure what he was getting at. You began to walk toward the blonde woman. She was just looking at the two of you in shock, confusion clear on her face, though she managed to get it under control by the time you came over.
"Are you okay? My name's..." You introduce yourself, offering her your hand, the woman only staring at it for a few seconds before taking it gently.
"...Yeah, thank you. Call me Irina. Irina Jellavitch." You nod, noticing that she is staring not at you, but at the figure behind you. You just nod, not really sure what to say next.
"So...You said that you were looking for a particular campus? Something about being a teacher, yeah...?" You mutter, the blonde woman nodding as she explained her situation. Another one coming over to steal my job, dammit...At this rate...You start to think, sad that another class was being taken away from you. You barely had any opportunities to teach as it was, thanks to the octopus, and now here she was, bustling in on your turf! You couldn't help but feel a bit slighted, even as you calmly pointed in the direction of the school and told Irina how to get there on her own. It wouldn't do any good to let it out now.
"Okay, I have to get going..." You say, walking away from Irina to head back towards the bench where you had left the baked goods. You blink in surprise, Korosensei already examining them with great interest, rushing towards him lest he try to take them all for himself. Not that there was anything you could do, but still...
"Oh no you don't! Those are for everyone; ten—hands off!" You command, your heart skipping a beat as you quickly correct your mistake. It wouldn't do for anyone else to know; though you had a large hunch that Irina probably knew what he was. She didn't really seem like a teacher; she certainly wasn't dessed or prepped for it. Probably an assassin. He only looks at you with a large grin on his face, which was still that odd tan color, though there was a light pink blush under his cheeks.
"Ooooooh fine, I won't." He said in a singsong tone. "Though, I am curious; why did you go out of your way to make a cake? You aren't the biggest cake fan, I recall, so why? If it was just for the students, the tray of cookies would have sufficed." That bastard...He was good. Of course he would have noticed, but that other comment...How the hell did he know you didn't like cake? You don't remember telling him, though it is entirely possible the topic came up when you were discussing sweets. You just shrug, moving closer to him so that Irina can't hear.
"You know why. Use your target's weaknesses against them. I'll get you with this cake; I know it!" You answer, a smirk on your face, Korosensei responding in kind.
"Hmhmhm...Is that what you think? How cute!" You watch as he easily lifts the box with the cake and the cookies without disturbing his disguise, which you thought was impressive. "I'll be taking this then; wouldn't want it to get ruined now, would we?" You nod, giving him a sincere smile before he starts to walk off, calling after him.
"Oh? Thanks. I'll see you in a little while, along with our new faculty member."
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