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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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Thankfully, the walk to the school proceeded without much trouble, aside from the usual difficulty you had climbing the mountain. Unfortunately, due to that small...altercation, you were running a bit behind schedule, which annoyed you. Hope I’m not late...You think, your legs aching as you lift them up a particularly rough patch of rocks. You watch several of the students give you worried looks, you answering them with a strained smile as they pass you. At least I don’t have to carry those packages. You remind yourself, thankful for Korosensei’s assistance in that matter. You feel an odd sensation behind you, a sort of negative energy that makes you try to turn around in confusion. It was similar to an assassin; that murderous intent unfortunately familiar to you due to your late evenings or nights on campus. It didn’t happen often; though there had been a few pathetic assailants who attempted to take Koro’s life after school.

You had often heard or seen things as you headed down the mountain for the day, sometimes kept late by your extracurricular duties and small discussions you had with the tentacled teacher. You honestly didn’t hate staying to talk with the man, who often had interesting things to talk about, when he wasn’t helping you grade papers or learn new teaching techniques. Unfortunately you hadn’t been privy to hanging out with the octopus lately, having been avoiding him and going home early when you were done with work, last week's accidents still weighing on your mind. You can feel the heat rise to your cheeks as you vividly remember, a strangled noise escaping your throat. It was just an accident, yeah? I mean, we both know...we apologized right? You reason, still unable to get rid of the fluttering in your chest. A figure flitters at the edge of your vision, waking up the harsh path with an annoyed grunt every so often, students passing them as they shot the kids odd looks. The new teacher? You think, watching her continue to scale the climb with difficulty, barely able to catch her harsh tone as she mutters under her breath.

“Shitty mountain...What a job...Can’t wait for it to be over...”

“Ah...Need help?” You ask, slightly concerned for the woman’s welfare. The trek up the mountain was quite treacherous; even you, who had been doing it for the past four years, had trouble with the various obstacles placed on the mountain. You watch as the blonde woman gives you a cool glare, her hard eyes nearly freezing you in your tracks. Maybe I shouldn’t have offered? You think, a chill running down your spine as you feel your stomach start to twist. You can hear that the footsteps behind you have stopped as well, probably other students, as they watch the exchange with bated breath.

“No, I don’t need your help.” Those words effectively silenced any response you had, their tone definite and final. You just shrug, trying to ignore the knots in your stomach from anxiety, nodding at the kids behind you as you continue to walk past the woman. After a while, which felt like far too long than usual, you had arrived at the summit of the mountain, legs aching and out of breath. You only step off to the side in an attempt to catch your breath, not wanting to worry anyone, several of the students attempting to do so as well nearby. A familiar shade of blue meets your eyes then, Nagisa offering you a small smile as he stood next to you.

“Hey kiddo...” You try to sound informal, though the words feel odd on your tongue, the small teen nervously responding back.

“Having a hard time, [Name]-Sensei?” You chuckle lightly, noting his flushed face and beads of sweat dripping down his forehead.

“I could say the same...about you, Shiota-kun. Hurry and...get inside before the octopus...marks you as late.” He makes an odd look then, his head swiveling around to see a familiar form walk past the two of you. Her demeanor had changed instantly, going from cold and callous to oddly warm and sickeningly sweet as she walked through the doors, though you could still feel some of the killing intent underneath. How was she able to change gears so quickly? It also seemed you were not the only one annoyed by her presence either, several of the teens giving her strained looks as she enters the main building.

You just go into the staff room, depositing your bag with ease, noticing the untouched trays of sweets on the table. You start to move toward them, uneasy and anxious as thoughts fill your mind, before an odd squeal causes your heart to nearly stop. You just walk faster than usual as you head into the main classroom, biting the inside of your lower lip to stay calm. Almost immediately you feel your stomach drop, watching as Irina slithers around the front desk to wrap herself around Korosensei’s tentacled arm. She grins devilishly, cuddling up very close to him with her open shirt clearly exposed, the man sputtering out incomprehensible gibberish as you watch his beady eyes focus on her prominently exposed chest. They quickly turn back to you, lingering on your distressed expression as the pink color starts to drain from his face.

“How could you, Korosensei!?” You heard one of the kids indignantly shout out, though you could see it was a girl with long hair, causing the blushing teacher to turn their way. Several of the other students voiced their own similar thoughts, causing beads of nervous sweat to appear on his rotund face.

“E-eh!? What?” He only made an odd squeal, his eyes darting back from you to Irina to the kids in the classroom. It was just then that Karma decided to make his presence noted, standing up from the back of the class with a large grin on his face. You didn’t like that; nothing good ever came from his...involvement.

“Yeah, Korosensei...How could you cheat on [Name]-Sensei like that? With a boring floozy like her, too…” He taunted, causing you to make an odd noise of your own, your face heating up. No way! That...isn’t true!?

“N-no! He’s, we’re not—“ You begin to protest,waving your arms about wildly as you stood at the front, before your quiet denial is drowned out by a loud shriek.

“Floozy! Watch your mouth, brat!” The blonde lady screams, loosening her hold on a shocked Korosensei, her eyes narrowed and brows furrowed. Well, it’s not like you didn’t understand her anger entirely; Karma was a bit out of line there...Though you admit it made you feel better. Still, she looked like she was going to kill him, for real, as she started to walk down the aisle of desks. You quickly attempt to walk around her to circumvent her, a twinge of fear in your gut as you stand in front of the red haired teen.

“O-oh, he didn’t mean it, Irina-Sensei! Karma—“ Once again, you are cut off by Karma’s snide tone, the boy speaking to the enraged blonde.

“Oh, no I most definitely did. Karasuma has been talking about a new English teacher, and it’s her? No thanks; we don’t want a bitch like that teaching us. [Name]-Sensei is perfectly capable of teaching us how to speak English.” You feel your face flush as you listen to several of the students agree, their odd concern for your touching and making your chest warm. Irina is livid, gritting her teeth as she points a finger in your face.

“Y-you little...Well, can [Name] speak seven languages fluently? Hell, I bet she can’t even properly speak Japanese, her accent is so thick!” You feel your stomach turn at her insult, a flush coming over your cheeks as your head involuntarily drops downward. You try to ignore the tears piling up the corner of your eyes, slightly ashamed of yourself for responding in such a way to her taunt. Are you some kind of child in the playground? Go home and cry to mommy! You berate yourself, your voice venomous as it echoes inside your head. She was right. Sort of.

You weren’t completely fluent, despite your eight years living in the country and even more practicing the language. Some of the students often teased you when you said words wrong or stuttered, but you understood it was just kids being kids. Besides, you often gave them the same treatment during your English classes, wanting them to understand how it felt to be mocked, though it was all in good fun. Unlike now, Irina’s hostility clear in her tone, obviously not joking as you shuffle your feet awkwardly. The tension was quite apparent between the two of you; you could almost see it.

Still, you lift your head up, ignoring Irina’s angry look as you stare past her, trying to find something to focus on. A familiar round head peers into your field of vision then, his face a different yellow color than usual. It was dark, kind of muddy, reminding you of mustard or some similar condiment. The distressed frown on his face disappears immediately, his color shifting to pink as your eyes meet. Well, you assumed so; all you could make out was an odd pink sphere, though the white from the grin he was flashing was distinct enough for you to make out. You thought you saw one of his tentacles move then, the small appendage, giving you a thumbs up, or the closest thing he could manage. No...I’m imagining things. You tell yourself, trying to ignore the warmth filling you and making butterflies start to form in your stomach.

“...I-I can’t do that, no...But I’m very confident in my teaching skills!” You stutter, your voice becoming louder as you try to muster up some form of courage. Even if it was slightly faked, you had to try and sound confident; not that you weren’t, his silent encouragement boosting your ego a pinch. You were an English major, graduating with a Master’s in the field. Not to mention your other dual degree; though that was less important now. You glared at the voluptuous teacher, narrowing your eyes as you brought your head closer to hers.

“Don’t you dare...Underestimate me! I may not be some stunning beauty like you, b-but I am a better teacher.” You start to say, a smirk appearing on your face as you lean in closer so no one else can hear. “You’re not...I’m gonna...Hands off the octopus. He’s mine.” You say, the words tumbling out as you cause Irina to flinch backward, her face an odd shade of pink. You also turn an odd shade of color, internally cursing yourself for that slip. I didn’t mean...I meant to kill! Yes, you must have just said that in the heat of the moment, your anger having reached a boiling point long ago. You swear you can see Korosensei gawk at the edge of your vision, past the wavy blonde of Irina’s locks, his face turning an odd color; though he was quite far away. You might be imagining things, part of you hoping otherwise.

“Hahaha, what are you even—“ Irina sputters, her face losing its odd red tint as she turns her head away from you, breaking out into an odd chuckle of sorts. She just stares at the tall teacher for a moment, who can only stare back in what you hoped was confusion, before turning back to you.

“So, that’s it…Sorry, but I’m going to kill him and get that bounty. Not you, and not these stupid kids either!” She announces, finally switching back to Japanese for all of you to hear. You just let out a small snort, backing away from her as she struts away, a frown on her face. You just watch as she gives a murderous glare to the octopus, an odd smile on her blurred face as she turns back to you. She huffs, opening the door and slamming it shut in less than a minute, it’s hinges rattling slightly as her loud high heeled footsteps continue down the hall. You just sigh, putting a hand to your forehead, though you can feel several pairs of eyes on you. Karma eyes you with a devilish smirk, several of the other children doing so as well. You just step back from the teen, shaking your head as you let out a fake laugh.

“Heheh, w-well...Now that that’s over, maybe we should start homeroom. It’s getting pretty l—“ You are cut off by said redhead, his eyes narrowing as he looks you over, speaking his own piece.

“Sensei...I heard you.” He says, in almost perfect English. You just feel your stomach drop at his words, your face flushing heavily as you shake your head in an attempt to protest.

“Karma-kun, There’s no ti—“

“Really? Homeroom doesn’t start for another ten minutes. This will only take a second or two. Besides,” He starts, raising his voice so that the stunned figure at the front of the room could hear. Not that he’d needed to; you bet he could still catch most of the conversation despite your low volume. “I’m sure Korosensei would be interested as well. Right?” You can feel the tension in the room only escalate, the still pink teacher easily moving over near the two of you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Karma.” You try to avoid the topic once more, feeling Korosensei’s gaze on you and making you uncomfortable. Why did he choose to get involved now, of all times!? Bastard.

“[Name]-Sensei, please, it’s pretty obvious what's happening. I mean, look at these…” He grins, causing you to inhale sharply as he pulls out a handful of notes, going through the pages until he reaches a specific one. You just stare, mouth agape, unable to respond at the sight of what was on the page. You had honestly forgotten them, too flustered to remember to ask for them back. You realize now that was a grave mistake, an odd squeal coming out of both your mouth and the wiggling figure next to you, along with some of the rowdier students exclaiming their own surprise in various ways. You thought you could hear some affirmations even, things like ‘I told you so!’ and ‘Aww, [Name]-Sensei’. It was almost enough to make you bolt out of the room, but you attempted to stay strong. It was a simple doodle, nothing more than a round circle wearing a large grin, wearing a family graduation cap and white collar, odd slanted lines under its beady eyes. It was more the sloppily written text near the drawing that made you pause.

‘He’s kinda adorable, in an odd way. I don’t know if I can kill him…He’s too nice for a supposed planet destroying octopus.’ Said adorable octopus only turns a deeper shade of pink, obviously able to read the words despite them being in your native tongue. You had never been more mortified in your life; even compared to your own school experiences as a child. Unfortunately, Karma only began to add more salt to the wound, flicking around until he came to another page. This one was of a familiar two pronged tentacle, gingerly wrapped around a small human hand. Once again, this also had a small comment on it, sloppily penned.

‘His tentacles are warm, and sticky. I get goosebumps when we touch; why? I feel like an idiot; what is happening to me?’ You barely have time to process the odd noise that comes out of your companion’s mouth, adrenaline causing you to attempt to sprint out of the room. I can’t live this down! I’m such a...freak! You just ignore the pounding of your heart in your chest, blood pumping into your ears as you run out of the building, passing by the staff room. Karasuma shouts something, but you are too far away to hear it by then, having gone outside and into one of the various paths into the mountain surrounding the school. You didn’t want anyone else to see you so mortified, so you did the only thing your brain could think of. You ran, and ran, and ran, pushing out the thoughts tumbling inside your mind and threatening to overtake you, heading deep into the depths of the mountain.
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