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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.

Chapter List
- 6
- 7
A/N: Long chapter. Just couldn't find a good stopping point; might change chapter six's ending as well. Doesn't make sense for you to run that far...Does it? Though shoving yourself into the supply closet might be too risqué. Not sure how organic and natural the dialogue sounds; kinda feels forced? I dunno...ergh
Nice going idiot. You let a bunch of junior high kids provoke you. Pathetic. You try to ignore the taunt, your legs burning and lungs expanding from the exertion of so much energy. You hadn't been running for long, but you had been doing it with all your might, so you were more tired than usual. You just sat down, crouching in the dirt, leaning your tired body against the trunk of a tree, not wanting to go any farther for now. Green trees and shrubbery surrounded you as far as your eye could see, which honestly wasn't much.
You weren't sure how deep you had gone, just planning to run until your legs finally gave out, but you assumed it wasn't too far into the mountains. You doubted anyone would bother to come find you; Koro more or less could teach all on his own, though you weren't sure how the students would react to the new teacher. Hopefully not too badly, though her arrogance and attitude still made you angry. Who did she think she was, saying those things? You would show her, yes, eventually…When you could finally show your face in the classroom again.
Hearing the familiar whoosh of something flying through the shrubbery, you just let out a long dreary sigh, not too surprised when a large figure is towering above you. His round face is wearing an expression you haven't seen until now, the usual yellow color diluted somewhat as he bends down to your level. You just feel your cheeks flare up in shame, not wanting him to see you like this, turning your head away so you wouldn't have to stare at his confused face.
"What's wrong?" His voice is quiet, concerned even, though you feel some hesitance there. Now why would he be acting like that? You wonder, your palms starting to shake with anxiety. You just press your face into your palms, embarrassment making tears pour out of the corners of your eyes. You couldn't let him see how upset this made you; this simple trick by junior high children. It hurt, very much, and your chest felt it was aching severely.
"...N-nothing you need to be worried about. I-I-I will return to my teaching duties in time for afternoon classes, so you—" You start to say, lifting your hands from your face so he can clearly hear you, though the feeling of something sticky and soft covering your mouth forces you to stop speaking. His feeler is warm, and it makes you compelled to look up at the large octopus. His mouth is contorted into a wiry frown, his beady eyes feeling as if they are examining you, staring right through you.
"Don't lie. You're clearly upset; you won't be able to work in that state of mind…" He says, causing you to nod slightly. He was right, but it didn't make you feel too much better. Especially when said person was right in front you. You just let out a long sigh, the tentacle now removed from your mouth, finally calm enough to blink away the tears from your cheeks, doing your best to stare at him.
"...Hate to admit it, but you're right...I just...don't know what happened. Being outed like that, in front of everyone...It stung...Especially in front of the person I admire." You whisper that last part, not wanting him to understand your frustration. That would kill you, you think, if you aren't already dead from shame now. You can hear his sharp intake of breath, his eyes widening in shock to the point where they had hollowed out, whites forming in the center. You watch him go from his usual yellow color to a deep pink, his body trembling weirdly. This was maybe the second time you had seen that odd color today, if you weren't imagining things earlier. Is he embarrassed …? You think, not wanting to get your hopes up but curious nonetheless, your heart catching in your throat and making it hard for you to breathe.
"I see...Well, I don't blame you. Anyone would have reacted like that; I bet I would have too, honestly! Don't beat yourself up over it." He replies, causing you to nod slowly, a small smile painting your face.
"Still...I feel bad about it. Tch. What kind of teacher am I?" You lament, a derisive laugh making your shoulders bob. You watch him move his body closer to yours, making your heart palpitate rapidly.
"A normal, human one; and a pretty good one considering everything that's going on. It's completely normal to be embarrassed; even I am flustered sometimes!" You feel your face heat up at his words, Korosensei's eyes twinkling devilishly as his large head comes closer. Too close, you think.
"N-no—"
"Yes. You. Are." He says sternly, a tentacle tapping against your forehead, causing you to let out a tiny squeal, the oddly serious tenor of his voice making your stomach twist. You only feel your chest start to become warm, making you confused and worried, your heart beating so loud you were worried he could actually hear it.
"It's okay to be emotional, to feel things, to express yourself. That...that was one thing I wish I had learned earlier…" He says, his voice dropping to an odd whisper near the end, barely loud enough for you to catch it. He was sad, forlorn almost, the twinkle in his eyes quickly replaced by something somber. It made you want to do something, what you weren't really sure, in order to see his previous bubbly expression. You feel the edges of your fingers trace along something soft and almost rubbery, your heart skipping a beat as you watch your arm reflexively reach out and caress his face. You were barely able to touch him because of the distance in height and your positioning, but you could feel his body shake a little under your touch. You just ignore the heat rising to your cheeks, tears once again forming at the corner of your eyes despite your intent to stay strong.
"...Don't look at me with that face. You're breaking my heart here...C'mon! Cheer up, this ain't like you…" You mutter, using your native tongue to hide your concern, slightly embarrassed at the words coming out of your mouth. They were the truth though, your heart feeling like it was going to break in two just looking at his crestfallen face. A smile graces him then, his mouth moving as his body began to shudder with laughter.
"Ahahaha! This is ironic, really. I came here hoping to cheer you up, but it seems the shoe is on the other foot now." He chuckles, the sound making your heart lift. Good to know that he could still joke around at a time like this. But you did make me feel better. Thank you. You just smile, though you feel a chill down your spine as he moves closer to you, the fabric of his robe starting to push against your chest. It took most of your wits to stay calm, though that was soon shattered instantly by the words that came out of his mouth.
"You must have it pretty bad, hmm?" You feel your breath stop at those words, taking a few moments for your brain to process him speaking in your native tongue, mouth open in pure shock. Has he been able...this whole time? You feel the tears start to fall down your cheeks then, an embarrassed shame lighting up your face as you understand the implications. He had heard every word, understood every pathetic utterance you had made in your confused haze. Kill me, someone.
"It?" You parrot, confused by his accusation, watching as his eyes shine with an odd light. The grin on his face returns, becoming wider than usual as you feel a tentacle cup your chin and pull you closer, other appendages wiping away the tears staining your cheeks.
"You do...like me, don't you?" He stammers, switching back to Japanese as he glares into your eyes. You can see the confusion there clearly, you're not sure what to do, the closing distance between the two of you making you nervous. You could feel the heat of his breath on your skin as he spoke, his color once again deep pink as his eyes turned into small slits.
"I don't know. I've never really...felt these kinds of things before." You answer honestly, shrugging your shoulders at the man in front of you, a blush spreading across your cheeks. His only response was to smile, his mouth twisting slightly though you could see the mirth in his eyes. They were almost like a child's on Christmas, waking up to presents to be unwrapped. He really was quite adorable…
"Eh!? Am I really this lucky!?" He says, his body squirming in what you realized was possibly panic, causing you to tilt your head in confusion, your face heating up immensely.
"Lucky…?"
"To be your first love, of course!" His words hit you harder than any explosion, dizziness starting to overtake your senses. That wasn't it, was it? Him?
"L-l-l-love?" You squeal, watching as he chuckles, his cheeks reddening as he does so. Do I honestly…?
"Hohohoho, your reaction is quite something! What happened to your usual stoic facade, hmmm?" He taunts, green stripes starting to appear on his face, though his skin is still pink. You just try to speak, but no words are coming out of your mouth, your throat dry. I'm in love? Is that what this feeling is? This odd, warm, tingling...sensation?
"I...I'm not sure…" You attempt to say, your voice cracking slightly, your words quiet.
"Look, I don't know what this is! For all I know, it could be something else entirely." You say, rubbing your neck with your hand. You understood now that it was no use to lie to him, or hide your words by speaking in English; he would find a way. He grins once again, the smile nearly enveloping the lower half of his face as you feel him tremble, a couple tentacles grabbing your cheeks and pressing on them gently.
"Hoho, 'Something else', hmmmm? And just what might that be?" He coos, causing you to fidget slightly, your hand easily grabbing the flimsy limbs as you shrug.
"Dunno. Like I said, I've never really felt...this before," You answer, using your free hand to make a vague gesture. "I'm not too sure...I want to make sure these feelings are genuine. I'd feel awful...ah...What was the word? 'Leading you on' or something like that…" You watch the mirth in his eyes return, maybe it never really left, as his fingers slip out of your grasp.
"Ah, [Name]-Sensei," He begins, the sound of your name on his mouth making you shudder. It was his tone that did it; a joyous, uplifting trill that sent your heart aflutter. "You truly are a kind person. That sparkling innocence of yours…It's refreshing, really." You just tilt your head, not understanding his words. You, innocent? You just let out a hollow laugh, your body shaking.
"Haha! You...Oh, dear…"
"Hmm? Am I wrong? You're too honest; I know your tells, that odd smile you force when you're hiding something. I also know this isn't some sort of trick. You're worse than the kids when it comes to assassination attempts. You just don't have the capacity for such cruelty in your heart. It's adorable, really!" You scoff at his words, turning your eyes away from him.
"...Adorable, me? What an odd choice of words...You really have strange taste, you know that?" You joke, a chill running down your spine as you feel his appendages turn your head to stare right at him.
"Oh really? Now, which one of us has a crush on a super intelligent, super cool and nigh unkillable octopus?" He retorts, the stripes on his face reappearing once again, you not missing his words by a beat.
"Ooofff, you got me there, man. So," You start, feeling your throat dry up again, your stomach in knots as you go over the words in your mind several times. You didn't want to pressure him into answering, yet you were curious if he felt the same, even slightly. Only after a few seconds of silence pass, shuffling your feet awkwardly, do you finally get the courage to say it.
Unfortunately, the loud chime of the main school bell stops you in your tracks, causing Korosensei to squirm away in surprise, you closing your mouth shut almost immediately as you opened it. You shake your head, rubbing your face with your hands in order to relieve the tension in your face muscles.
"Oh, never m-mind. It wasn't important anyway. We should get going," You say, your expression now neutral despite the flush on your cheeks. Your breath hitches in your throat despite yourself, the feeling of your body being lifted up into a standing posture surprising you. You just mutter a small thank you, maneuvering around his large form to head towards the school building.
"...I assume we'll continue this conversation after school?" You ask, turning your head towards your fellow teacher. He only offers you a sly grin, eyes narrowing into thin slits as he follows along behind you.
"Of course."
Inquisitive faces greeted the two of you as you entered the building, peering out from classroom windows and doorways, most of the kids whispering to each other in hushed tones, though you did your best to keep calm despite your anxiety. It was with a tightening stomach that you faced the class, bowing low in apology as you started to speak.
"Sorry everyone. You...shouldn't have had to see—I've just been tired lately, and that...pushed me mentally. Now, how about we—" Your apology is interrupted aa a feminine voice spoke up, speaking over you. Rio Nakamura, you think her name was; her face was too indistinguishable to make out at the moment.
"[Name]-Sensei! Do you really like him? Or is it part of an assassination?"
You just shake your head at her words, clutching your hand to your chest to calm your racing heartbeat, hoping that your embarrassment does not show on your face. Your mouth remains in a taut line, eyebrows narrowing as you attempt to formulate a response.
"Haha, no Rio-chan, I do not. Those notes were just planted to lure him into a false sense of security." You lie, feeling the corners of your mouth turn up a fraction. Damn your easy to spot tell. Thankfully the kids hadn't figured it out yet, but it would only be a matter of time; Karma especially was looking at you with a sadistic grin on his face. Well, it's not like you could fool all of them. You take a breath and continue, pacing a bit down the floor and turning to the class once again. Putting your hand to your mouth, you wink at the class, using your lying smirk to your advantage to appear sincere.
"I was hoping to keep up the charade for a while longer, but I can't now. Karma-kun unfortunately ruined that part of the plan." You drawl, staring the red head down with a look you hoped was anger. "Oh well, we still have quite some time to assassinate Korosensei after all!" Watching as some of the kids nodded, you just crossed your arms over your chest. "I'll be busy grading papers if you need me, Korosensei is covering your morning classes for today..."
Damn it, not now. You press your fingers to your temples, closing your eyes as another wave of pain shoots through your skull. Rubbing small circles into the spots, you blink a couple times as your vision goes black, slowly returning along with numerous floaters. You ignore the tiny dots, very used to them by now, and stare at the monitor before you. You were almost done, the paper mostly graded and commented on, just a few more after this and you could go on your lunch break.
"Are you alright, [Name]-Sensei?" Karasuma's curt voice interrupts your thoughts, causing you to push the monitor aside for a moment to look at the man across from you.
"Oh, Karasuma-Sensei, I'm fine, thank you. Just...a tiny migraine, is all. It'll go away eventually." You explain, his hazel eyes watching you for a fraction of a second before he turns back to his work.
"If you say so. Be careful, will you? The students really like you, and it could affect their assassination attempts if something were to happen. We don't need a repeat of last week." He replies, a small chuckle escaping out of your throat. His words were gruff, but you understood the odd kindness in them. It reminded you of your parents slightly. Funny that they should come up now, of all times. You should email them soon; you only sent a basic reply last week since you had been so busy. Tucking that thought away for later, you stiffen at the feeling of eyes watching you, turning around in your chair.
"Tch. This place is a real dump. Some school for elites this is. How has this building not been condemned already?" Irina's sour voice rings in your ears, her gaze frustrated as she scans the room, her lithe body wiggling in what you assume is a seductive manner as she goes to sit in an unoccupied chair.
Things must not be going well with her seduction ploy, having watched her try to put some moves on Korosensei several times now. Every time, you felt an odd ache erupt in your gut, your eyes watching the two of them more intently than you would normally. Surprisingly, other than his usual flushed cheeks, Koro was mainly unreceptive to her wiles, which pleased you for some reason. He usually brushed her off with mentions of being busy with work and helping students, often going to task a few moments afterwards, completely ignoring her advances while still being cordial.
You found it odd; considering his fetish for breasts you assumed he'd be all over her. Why not? She certainly looked like she had more to offer than you in the sensuality department. She was pro, a master of sex and seduction; you, you barely understood how to navigate those mobile otome apps on your phone. You just smile, despite the tumult of emotions running through you as you looked at her, doing your best to attempt to make conversation with the blonde.
"Ah, well the principal doesn't see it worthwhile to give us proper funding. Makes keeping the place up to code a real pain; had to take some emergency money out of my savings one time for repairs. But...if it's to support his odd educational policies, Principal Asano would do anything. Except murder, hopefully." You attempt to joke, Irina's bored expression barely reacting to your words. What's with her, man? You think, something catching your eye as it moves out the window. It is a blurry shape, it's form indistinguishable to you until you take out your visual acuity device.
Even then, you barely get a glimpse of the moving form before it leaves the vestige of the window. Pain lances across your forehead and temples then, making you let out a sigh. Shouldn't have bothered; straining my eyes is only gonna make it worse...She was probably planning something, going by the way her breath hitches in her throat as she watches you pay attention to the window. You just drop the monocular device, letting it hang from your neck since you didn't have a need for it anymore. You just sigh, before clearing your throat.
"Well, Irina-Sensei, seeing as you are going to take over my position in English, it might be helpful if you used my notes—"
"Don't need 'em." She abruptly says, causing both you and Karasuma to give her odd looks. How else would she teach the students? She was an assassin, yes, but her cover as a teacher should have some backing. You just drop your face in your hands, anger starting to pulse in your veins. You understood that she was an assassin; she probably thought so little of you and, by extension Korosensei as well. After all, if she was so confident in her abilities, she must be highly underestimating the man. Nothing she had planned would work, considering she barely gave the notes from Nagisa a second glance. It angered you; How callous she could be about her work? This was her job, wasn't it? Then she ought to do her utmost to see it through. She certainly wasn't now.
"Really? Well...I suppose that's your decision. If you do need them, please let me know." You answer, attempting to end the conversation somewhat amicably. She just scoffs at you, her irritation with her current situation apparent and affecting even your mood. You watch as her eyes rake over the table, settling on the tray of homemade cookies and cake you had brought in for the students. And Korosensei; though you told yourself it was mainly for the kids. Her hand goes for the covered cake, an odd feeling passing through your gut as she takes off the wrapping.
"Uh...We were planning to save those for lunch. Besides," You start, keeping your voice low in case the octopus was nearby. "The cake is for the target." Irina only offers you a small grin, though you can feel a condescending malice in her eyes.
"Is that so? Fine then, I won't touch it. Have to watch my figure anyway…Unlike someone else here." She mutters that last part in English, clearly meant for you to hear. You feel your teeth grit against each other, angers hot poison slowly sleeping into your body, consuming you.
"...Sorry, you say something? I'm losing hearing in one of my ears, so if you could speak up…" You answer, your eyes narrowing at the busty blonde. Well, she had impressive curves, but yours were better. She only scoffed, crossing her arms over her open chest. Karasuma only lets out a small cough, standing up from his chair and beginning to close his laptop.
"Seems it's about time for physical education. [Name]-Sensei, do you feel you are finally up to rejoining our class?" You just shrug, tilting your head as you respond.
"Hmmm...I might. The migraine isn't getting any better; feels like someone stuck knives in my temples…" He just nods, his eyes showing a quick hint of concern before becoming blank once more, turning away from you as he leaves the room. You turn to follow suit, hopefully going to find something for your aching head. You easily do find some painkillers in the nurse's office, taking a couple with a glass of water before you head down the hallway…
You do the exercises to the best of your ability, trying to ignore the lancing pain in your throbbing head as you feel sweat pour down your forehead. Honestly, it wasn't anything too strenuous, but you had slacked off for a few days because of your injuries the week prior. Not that you were too athletically inclined; being able to see tiny balls flying at your face while they were propelled at medium speeds was probably a big proponent of that. Every muscle in your body began to protest before long, slowly becoming reaccustomed to Karasuma's regimen, though you ignored that as well. It was mainly some push ups, laps and the usual drills, but it felt like you were running a marathon. Of course it hurt; you had been slacking, and this was the price you paid for it.
Thankfully the session was done before long, your body grateful as you nearly fell down onto the dirt. You composed yourself quickly, however, watching as some of the students were also bent over from their exertion. Wiping your forehead, you slowly clamber over to the hill near the main building, heading for the shed in order to wipe yourself off. You had to change your outfit somewhere, and also wipe the small beads of sweat off of your body. This was probably the best place to do so.
Either I smell worse than I thought, or something's off here. Kinda betting the latter. You reason, your nose wrinkling as you open the door and walk further into the small shed. It was an odd, sickly smell, one that made you a bit queasy. You just tried your best to ignore it, flailing around as you felt for the chord for the light bulb, which was hanging precariously from the ceiling. The light flickers a few times, your eyes hurting at the sight, before it finally stays in for good, illuminating the room, dim though it was. You made a mental note to get a replacement bulb later, though you had a feeling Korosensei would have it taken care of by the time you did something about it. The thought made you slightly frustrated; you wished you could be as helpful as he was.
"Tch. Just do things at your own pace, [Name]..." You mutter to yourself, hardly believing the pathetic self encouragement. You could feel the odd sensation of being watched as you moved over to a pile of boxes, your hands easily finding the familiar towel and sports bag that held your work clothes. Gripping the towel in one hand and bag in another, you feel your heartbeat increase as you call out into the empty space.
"Hey! Anyone in here?" Dammit! I'm just being paranoid again...You think, letting out a breath you didn't know you had been holding in. Of course, no one answered you, making you feel foolish as you let out a small chuckle, beginning to take off your shirt. It was slightly wet, thanks to your strenuous workout, and it clung to your body as you attempted to tug it off. It was only partially removed, the material sticking to the bottom of your bra and making it difficult to proceed, your midriff exposed to the open air. You heard the sound of something colliding with the doorframe then, an odd soft squish that took you a couple seconds to identify. The voice that called out to you however, was quite easy to parse, muffled though it was through the wood frame.
"[Name]-Sensei?" Korosensei's inquisitive tone made you stop in your motions, making you wonder just what he was doing here. You just grip at the edges of your shirt, keenly aware of your exposed midriff and bra that peeked out from underneath your shirt. You wondered then, how would he react if he saw you like this? A couple scenarios flirted through your mind, nothing too intense however, making your heart race as you heard him talk once again.
"Irina-Sensei said you had something very urgent you needed to discuss with me before the afternoon classes?" He asks, causing you to tilt your head in confusion. You don't remember talking to Irina about anything, though...You just pull your shirt back down over your torso, not wanting him to see you in that indecent state if he happened to barge in. Not that you thought he would…
"Ah, yeah...I guess I did. You can come in, you know. Kinda hard to hear you…" You say, figuring it wouldn't hurt any to talk with him alone for a bit. Maybe you could continue where you left earlier this morning. Maybe. If he even is interested in you! Your mind echoes, doubt filling you as you hear the door creak as it opens outward. His familiar lanky form is before you in mere moments, though you notice an odd look on his face. You take an instinctual step back, slightly surprised and not used to having someone so close in your personal space.
"You okay? I mean, it does kinda smell in here...Though that might just be me..." You start to say, a flush coming across your cheeks. Surprise flashes across his onyx eyes for a moment, before it is replaced by a faint blush, at least you think it is. He chuckles lightly, one of his tendrils coming closer to rest on your cheek.
"It isn't you, [Name]-Sensei, that much I can assure you of. You didn't sweat nearly enough to leave a trace that...noticeable." He says, leaning in closer and bending down so that he was closer to you. You feel your heart start beating rapidly at the contact, flustering you as you try to calm your now erratic breathing.
"Besides," He starts to whisper, winking at you as you feel a tentacle press against your mouth. "I believe I smell some sort of metal; one that isn't common among materials the students may use for physical education."
Metal? I don't smell any...wait. You think, an odd, sharp smell entering your nostrils just then. It had been obfuscated by the body odor from before, so it took you a couple long sniffs to tell something was off. Yet it wasn't metal that got your attention. It was the acrid smell of gunpowder; one you had become too familiar with thanks to various assassination attempts the past weeks. Maybe it was because of the grenade assassination too, now that you thought about it...You would not forget the acrid tinge in your nostrils any time soon. You just nod, looking up at him with knowing eyes as you speak.
"I see...Gunpower, hmm?"
"Eh? You noticed it?" He aks sincerely, shock passing across his face for a moment.
"Well, yeah...Can't see much as it is, not really surprising my sense of smell has adapted to such a level. Though, I doubt it's anywhere near yours." You say, attempting to explain, before an odd shuffle registers in your ears. It was like feet dragging against the wood floor, several pairs of them. A tentacle wraps around your hips then, pulling you closer to him, a small squeal erupting out of your mouth despite yourself. It was so sudden and quick, your head and torso buried into the folds of his robe, his scent enveloping you. It wasn't a bad smell; some sort of odd cologne, you realized, mixed in with the chalk and eraser scents from the main classroom. You barely had any time to protest before the sound of gunshots began to ring out in the small space, closing your eyes reflexively. I'm so useless...He's going to get hurt defending me. I...I don't want that! I don't want anyone, even him, to be hurt because of my incompetence. You think, guilty at your powerlessness in this situation.
You couldn't do much, his body shuddering against you every time a bullet entered him, making you only clutch his robe tighter. The awful, wet, slick noises of the bullets hitting him causes tears to start at the corners of your eyes. Even though you wondered if anything other than anti-Sensei BB's had an effect; you had never seen him attacked with regular bullets before. You couldn't help it; you hated seeing others in pain, and you were scared despite yourself, the seconds seeming to pass by in hours to your terrified mind. Not for your own well being however, but his.
That thought both frightened and confused you, the tears now starting to drip down your cheeks. Fool. Are you becoming attached to him? All because of a few simple acts of kindness he showed you; probably meant to make you lower your guard around him? Remember, he will destroy the world in a year's time! You mentally fight with yourself, the two parts of your psyche arguing in your mind.
By the time the mental haze cleared, the sound of bullets hitting flesh had stopped, shaky breaths coming out of your mouth as you opened your eyes. His large form was draped over you, leaning across your small body as if to shield it. You couldn't see his face, though you saw his robes were slightly more tattered than usual, and some of his appendages had trails of something dripping across them. It was slightly sticky, and wet, some of the stuff accidentally dripping onto your clothes and skin as you wiggled in his grasp. You also noticed that there were more tentacles than before, your eyes following the yellow tendrils as you saw three male humans wrapped around the appendages. Huh? Had they been there the whole time? Then that meant...
"Ehehe, he should be—How the hell is that bastard still alive!?" You hear Irina grumble, the door to the shed nearly slamming open in protest. The blonde only takes a step or two in the room, you taking a second to notice small heads poking out from the open door. They must have gotten curious and came to investigate as well. You feel your face heat up in embarrassment, attempting to struggle out of his grip, but that only caused Korosensei to wrap another tendril around you almost protectively. How many tentacles did the guy have? You thought, looking at the three guns in his grip and the one large tentacle that held the offending men. Certainly more than the ones you could see sticking out of his robe...
"Nyuhuhuhu! You missed a few key details...Aren't you a professional? How boring...Unimaginative even. My students are much more cunning than you, and they are not even trained killers yet." He says, stripes appearing on his face, though you noticed red taking over where the yellow was supposed to be. Small veins throbbed on his forehead, his eyes narrowing as he beheld the blonde assassin. She could only stare, a frown on her pretty face, though she did step backwards to the still open doorway. Several of the kids only backed away from the door, their expressions also ones of fear. You could only hear a soft thud as he dropped the men and guns onto the ground, his voice a low rumble as he spoke, his body vibrating against you.
"If you were a proper assassin, you would have researched my weaknesses more thoroughly. You should have realized that I don't take kindly to assassination attempts that might result in the hurt of innocent bystanders…[Name]-Sensei may be part of this assassination classroom yes, but to so blatantly disregard her safety in order to get a cheap shot at me…" You could see some of his tentacles start to tense in anger, almost as if they were preparing to lash out at the woman.
"It seems you need to be educated on how we do things in this classroom!"
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