#then someone said “this guy karasuma is not doing a good job who wants to ” and takaoka was signing the papers

[namaaaes]

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#THAT EXPLAIN WHY HE WAS WITH AN SUIT THOUGH #I KINDA think he followed karasuma there for the whole revenge ? He advanced there #then someone said “this guy karasuma is not doing a good job who wants to ” and takaoka was signing the papers #“oh a opportunity to beat up karasuma? sounds bout right on beating my whole career in it” #all of that to be daydreaming karasuma becames his driver lmao lol #pathetic man #god i love him so much i could eat n wood table #now i gotta read the rest

[santheinfluencer]

Just Business

Pairings~ Park Jimin x Black Reader

Summary~ You both are under the same agency and are very professional with your assassination attempts. However, experience is key...

Genre(s)~ Suspense, Angst, (not-so) Friends to Lovers

Word Count~ (???)

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The field you specialized in wasn’t much to be proud of; in fact, it wasn’t to even be spoken of. You’ve been an assassin for nearly three years now and never have you failed in carrying out an attempt.

Despite you not having a permanent partner, you weren’t exempted from working with others in your agency.

However, working with Jimin was a job itself.

“You’ve been assigned to Park again y/l/n. Just be sure to get the job done and report back alive.”

You kissed your teeth as your boss “Karasuma” only gave you a hand signal to leave; in which you ignored.

You shifted in the seat in front of the male before fixing the long dark trench coat that covered your high slit dress. Working with Park was the last thing you wanted.

“Give me someone else Karasuma, Park’s ego is bigger than his own size. We’ll never accomplish what we need to do.” The older male rolled his eyes before shifting to his filing cabinet. He proceeds to put out a thick manila folder with loose sheets of paper nearly falling from the folds.

“Whether you like him or not, the guy’s got the skill and performance needed to be an assassin...he’s looked death in the eyes and completes every job we need.” You flipped through each page with each having more words than the last. He was good, and even has his own trademark in the assassin world.

You sighed deeply before making your way out of the office.

Your dark stiletto heels clicked against the light marble floors as you made your way outside to the light snow accompanied by a stale breeze that sat in the air.

You once again pulled at your long coat to cover your revealing skin. The early December snowfall seemed too calming for the chaotic night ahead.

“A little much for tonight?” You turned to raven haired male before rolling your eyes and walking to the cold metal bench just outside the agency. 

“Karasuma sent a car for us. Just wait here and don’t piss me off too much...the night is still young.” The male followed and swiftly had a set next to you.

“You know, you don’t have to keep acting like you hate me y/l/n...” You silently fixed your dark straight hair as your fingers combed through the small snowflakes.

“Who said I was acting, Park?” 

Before he could speak, the male was interrupted by the silver bullet-like appearance from the corners of y’all eyes.

The BMW sat perfectly in the snow as the window rolled down to reveal Seo in the drivers’ seat.

“Karasuma sent me, lets hurry before the job goes unfinished.” You both spared no time and got in quick. You both had worked with Seo on different occasions, so you were more than positive that this job would run smoothly.

The issue...he was a lot like Jimin.

Cocky little shit who was surprisingly on the higher-ranking side of the chart. He always got the job done, nevertheless. It agitated you how they were very annoying, yet always reliable.

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The drive across the city wasn’t too bad. A bit out of the way, but for a gala you expected nothing less. Changbin wasted no time getting you and Jimin to the gala, one of the best qualities about having a reliable getaway. However, sometimes he was too reckless in blowing your cover and that getting everyone caught.

“Wait around the back Seo, this should take an hour at most.” He nodded swiftly and soon pulled away as soon as you and Jimin made it inside.

The building was blinding with lights as the sweet scents of perfumes and colognes filled the air. Men who smoked swishers occupied the gambling tables as the women who preferred to talk with friends sat at the tables having wine served.

This was a rather busy night.

“Remember your position?” The male nodded as he activated the small earpiece and made his way to the gambling table. You did the same, but instead immediately went to the bar.

You were looking for a Caucasian male. Dark wavy hair with green/hazel eyes, a beard, and standing at nearly 6′0. Shouldn’t be too hard to spot.

“Excuse me, one whiskey on the rocks.” The bartender nodded before pouring the drink in front of you. Jimin on the other hand delt himself in on the next game. You couldn’t lie, he blended in perfectly with the others. 

“Park, I think I’ve got eyes on our target.” 

Your voice was low to avoid any extra ears. Just like you thought, the male wasn’t too hard to spot.

“You know what to do y/l/n, make this quick.” As if heard, the male gazed towards you with his lighter eyes and playfully smirked at you.  You bat your perfectly smoked eyes and fix your straight dark hair once again. This won’t take long.

The small crowd of people were soon parted to reveal “Duncan” your target for this evening.

“It’s very lively here tonight; don’t you think? Why is a beautiful lady like you sitting at this bar alone?” You chuckled lightly before signaling the bartender for another drink. “Sometimes it’s good to get out...just here to have some fun.”

Through your earpiece, you could hear Jimin sigh deeply.

“Get on with it...”

You clear your throat before swiftly putting your hand on Duncan’s. “I booked a suit for the evening, care to join me?” He didn’t think twice before helping you to your feet and let you lead the way and followed behind.

“We’re on the move, Park.”

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Meanwhile, Jimin was in a bet with an older male and has won nearly 3k so far. In fact, another fight would be starting soon, and it would be time to start the betting.

“You remind me of when I was younger...Daniel was it?”

A fake name never fails...

One of the boxers on the vast screen strikes first nearly taking the other out immediately. Jimin however, could care less about the money or even the bet. Truthfully, it’s about completing the task and leaving with his partner safely.

Jimin locks eyes with the older man before nodding fondly and sipping the sweet alcohol.

“Is that right? How come?” The older man chuckled as he fixed his coat before lighting the thick cigar that hung from his lips.

“Fine evening like this...these gambling spots always gave me an escape from the reality of my life.” Jimin eyed the man carefully. No matter how friendly or understanding one may come off, don’t trust them.

“You see, I grew up broke...abusive mother, absent father...you already know the average sob story.” He blew out his smoke before continuing. “But I always loved making money...whether it was through back-alley gambling, stealing, murder...I was going to get said money.”

Jimin felt the hairs on his neck touch the sky when he realized what was happening. 

A set up.

The male calmly yet slowly put his hand over the gun tucked in his slacks. Nothing like a good old shoot out to finish the night.

“I was killing people left and right Daniel; or should I say, “Park”. Nothing I hate more than you blood sucking mosquitoes that waltz in here to assassinate what’s not your business.” His words felt like poison as the older man, as quickly as Jimin, both pull out their guns.

Everyone is silent before Jimin pulls the trigger and declared the first shot.

It didn’t take long before Jimin was covered by a flipped table, applying pressure to a flesh wound, and dodging flying bullets.

“Anytime now y/l/n!!”

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Meanwhile you both were minutes into a deep make out session on the room’s loveseat. Your coat was long gone as your dark strapless dress made its appearance for the night.

Your long jet-black hair fell over your shoulders as you instantly went on your knees for the man in front of you.

“You just made my night so much better...I almost forgot to ask for your name” You paused before carefully slowly reaching for your gun.

“You don’t need to know that.”

You quickly fired before the mail could react, not even bothering to clean the now bloodstained seat and walls. It didn’t take long for you to throw on your coat and join Jimin in the main lobby to make your escape after a successful evening.

There were two men just at the end of the hall whom you’ve taken out with ease. A few minutes later a few were coming up the stairs looking for Duncan’s remains.

Killed.

All you had to do now was spot Jimin.

“Park?”

It took a moment for the shots to die down before you hear the male panting from the extra movement and anxiety within his system.

“I’m here, get closer to the door so we can signal Seo to take us out.”

You moved quickly across the velvet carpet and behind a podium to where your head was nearly taken out by stray bullets. Unfortunately for the hit Patron, it was all over the bar counter.

Jimin spotted you before taking out the rest of the armed men as you got closer and closer to the exit.

“Don’t wait! Go outside to Seo!”

You nodded before completely jetting from the huge double doors and out to Changbin who was prepared to complete this mission for good.

It took a few more seconds before Jimin was right behind you and into the vehicle that was doing well over sixty miles per hour in seconds.

Seo spotted you both through the rear-view and gave you both a proud nod of completion.

“You two make a good team. I wouldn’t mind working with you both again in the near future.” You turned to Jimin who was busy with wrapping a fresh flesh wound on his hand.

You spotted him smirking that awful...yet so attractive smirk as he rakes his now free hand through his dark hair.

“As long as it just business, I’m always willing to work with you...unless...”

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#jiminambw #jimin x black reader #btsambw #bts ambw #bts x reader #bts jimin

[nagisasstunningpersonality]

About Assassination Classoom Characters - Isogai Yuuma

Our resident ikemen.

Isogai’s defining characteristic is pretty much ‘good at everything’. Assassination, sports, academics, looks, personality. He quite literally has it all. 

His warm, caring, and humble personality stop others from truly resenting him for it, though. 

It says that “poor” is his only bad trait, but honestly I don’t think that even really counts. His financial situation has probably even stood to help him develop into such a modest and caring guy. 

His main function, being a leader and the male representative for 3E, is the boost in morale he gives. He’s super approachable, so he’s a leader everyone can trust. 

On being super caring, it should be noted that his prized possession is his family, along with Maehara. Clearly, on top of how naturally sweet that is, it goes to show that he doesn’t prioritise material things so highly. 

A very important, yet often overlooked part of Isogai is his backstory. 

It’s super tragic, but his father died due to a traffic accident during his first year at Kunugigaoka. Whilst the inheritance was enough to keep him afloat in a shabby apartment, paying for his and his younger siblings’ school fees with just his (apparently sick) mother’s part time salary isn’t enough. 

His determination to help his mother is why he defies the school policy about part time jobs. It’s clear he’d do anything to help them. From the korotan art, we can see his siblings were actually rather young, so it seems to me than Isogai might be taking on an almost parental role when it comes to them. 

It also makes even more sense, knowing he lost one of them, that his family is his most treasured thing. 

Despite all of this, though, it really seems that Isogai manages to keep his head above water. Even with his father’s death, his grades didn’t slip. The only reason he’s in 3E is for breaking the part time job policy. 

A part of me wonders if his mother puts a little bit too much pressure on him, but with Isogai I can almost imagine it’s 100% voluntary.  

Something somewhat positive out of this is that Isogai really looks up to Karasuma. It’s definitely possible that he sees him as the closest thing he has to a father figure, and it’s really good for him to have someone like that. 

His fashion style, though cheap, manages to look presentable and almost cool. Irina mentions that he’s a little bit proper with his style, though. Maybe Isogai is a little concerned about his perfect image, deep down. 

Notably, though, the way he speaks (in Japanese at least) is very casual, relaxed, ‘teen boy’ speak. 

Of course, being number one ikemen, Isogai is very popular. 

He’s one of the few students who still receives love letters and the like from even the main campus. 

He’s too busy to date, though. Unlike Maehara, he’s not really girl crazy. Part of me thinks this might be due to his relationship with his mother, but he has a decent amount of respect for girls. He doesn’t want much part in Maehara’s lewd conversations. 

A little like Maehara actually, I think he gets along well with a lot of people, but he only really has one super close friend. He knows his entire dating history, apparently, which seems like quite a feat. 

I like to imagine them just hanging out, Maehara ranting about some new girl he’s interested in. It seems like Isogai is just nodding along and tuning him out, but he’s actually taking very good mental notes. 

Kataoka seems like his next closest friend, due to their ‘work relationship’. It’s said she’s really good at reassuring him in those rare moments he does feel a little down, though. 

He’s very often used as a go between or mediator for people. He can talk to most without stirring up bad feelings, since he’s diplomatic like that. Specifically, he has no fear talking to Karma, where some others are a little put off. 

Apparently he finds the Terasaka squad a little concerning... I can see why, though. I’m not sure they have the same core values. There’s no real dislike though. 

Sometimes, his classmates look out for him, and can tell when he really just needs to take a break. It feels to me at least like Isogai isn’t so proud to ignore them, and would step down for a bit. 

In summary, can Isogai be any more perfect? Maybe he’s a tiny bit of a mary sue, but it’s kind of impossible to hate him. It’s a good thing, I guess, that Matusi didn’t make his role crazy hyper important to the plot as a whole. That being said, I would love to see more depth about him pushing himself too far for the sake of others, as it seems to me he’d easily be in danger of doing that. 

MASTERLIST

#about ass class #assassination classroom #ass class #ansatsu kyoushitsu #yuuma isogai

[dreaming-of-assclass]

Uncover

A/N: So this is officially my longest work on this blog...over 2K words. I’m happy with how it turned out. Also a lot of asks I’ve completed or am in the process of writing, I just can’t post until a few more days :’( I’ll post them all together very soon.

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“Ah, we’re here. Thank you, sir!” After greeting her driver, Izuki Mina gracefully stepped out of her car. Her silky dark hair was tied up into a tight chignon and her kimono was an elegant shade of orchid. Her heels clacked loudly upon the pavement and she extended a hand towards one of her companions. “Come on.”

6-year old Nako grumbled under her breath, taking it anyways. She looked absolutely precious in her pink dress and space buns, which Mina had accomplished after two hours of fighting her. “Can’t we just turn around now?” She whined. “I wanna go home. This is gonna be so boring.”

Before Mina could respond, Rise replied, “Now, sweetie, that’s not the right attitude to have. Be respectful, we were invited to this wedding.” The older woman, Nako’s mother and Mina’s elder sister, gracefully followed them. 

Mina still had a hard time accepting whose wedding this was. She honestly believed hell would freeze over before Karasuma Tadaomi married someone.

But nope, it was real and happening that very moment. His soon-to-be-wife was also unbelievable. She was a foreign beauty, apparently his co-worker too? Mina knew very little details… it had been a couple years since she’d spoken to Tadaomi. Their families were friends and they saw each other often, eventually becoming good friends as well. Then Tadaomi left for military training...and simply disappeared. Next thing she knows, he was a part of the whole moon exploding business, became a teacher, and was now getting married? Mina couldn’t wrap her head around it all.

The wedding was a very traditional one...unsurprising considering the Karasuma family. The venue was a beautiful Japanese garden, greenery everywhere and the soft pink of the Sakura trees. A faint babbling was heard as water ran in the stream, and a bridge stood over it. Guests were everywhere, chatting casually as more people trickled in along with them. Mina looked a bit further and saw tables filled with appetizers and small snacks to serve as refreshments. She quietly whistled to herself. Damn, this is amazing. It probably was crazy expensive too.

There was a large group of teenagers hanging out in one area of the event, a mixed group of boys and girls. Mina instantly placed them as Karasuma’s former students, from that year he apparently spent as a teacher.

Out of the corner of her eye, Mina spotted Tadaomi, standing with his family. She walked a bit faster, ignoring Nako’s “Where are you going?” 

“Tadaomi!” She called with a smile.

He looked up instantly, surprise splashing across his face. “Ah, Mina,” he greeted with a small smile. “It’s good to see you.”

His dark hair had been styled and gelled back, leaving his handsome facials open. He was dressed in very nice, classy traditional attire. Mina tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, suddenly feeling self-conscious for some reason. “You too! It’s been a long time.”

He tilted his head slightly, as if considering that sentence. “Yes, it has. How are you?”

Mina gave a light laugh. “How am I? How are you, Tadaomi? You’re about to get married! Holy shit!”

Tadaomi smiled amusedly. “I’m fine...just a bit eager to get through all this.” He glanced at everything, from the bridge overlooking the water to the bouquets that were everywhere. “It’s...so much.”

Mina sighed. He would always be the same: just his simple, straightforward self. “It’s your wedding, silly. It’s the one day of your life you can splurge and do everything, then go back to normal.”

She looked past him, searching. “By the way, where is the wifey?”

“Ah, she’s talking with our former students.”

Mina raised an eyebrow. Our? So they met on the teaching job...huh. She looked back at the cluster of teens, and lo and behold, the foreign beauty was there. She was gorgeous, with long light curly hair styled to perfection. Her eyes were a vivid blue and her makeup was perfectly applied. Mina couldn’t tell because of the elaborate bridal attire, but she was guessing the woman had a model-esque figure...she looked quite tall too.

How on earth had Tadaomi met this amazing woman?

“Karasuma!” A voice called, and Mina swiveled around to see two men in dark suits waving him over. Their greeting was casual but they had an air of professionalism surrounding them. Mina assumed they were his government co-workers or something.

Tadaomi saw them too and faintly grimaced. “Ah, I’m sorry, we’ll have to finish catching up sometime later today,” he apologized.

Mina shook her head, smiling. “No, it’s okay! I’ll be around...so whenever you wanna talk, it’s fine.”

He nodded and left to talk to his colleagues. Mina stood there for a moment before feeling a tug at her arm. “What-” Oh, it was just a very ire Nako, scowling. 

“Can we get food please?” She demanded. “Mom told me to ask you to go with me.”

“Where’s your mom?”

“Over there.” Nako gestured to her right, where Rize was talking to Tadaomi’s mother. Great. Mina would be stuck babysitting her very grumpy little niece.

“Okay, let’s go,” she sighed.

They made their way past the many guests and towards the tables lined with delicious-looking food. There were so many platters of colorful sushi...Mina had heard a guest mention in passing that it was because it was the bride’s (what was her name again...Ivanka?) favorite food. Mina glanced around, looking at all her options. Her stomach began to grumble in hunger.

Then she saw it. What in the world -

In the midst of all these elegant tables filled with dishes of tasty, delectable, presentable classy food...was a takoyaki street cart. It looked so incredibly out of place, Mina actually blinked. Once. Still there. Twice. Ok, nevermind, it was real.

“Oooh! I want takoyaki!” Nako exclaimed, already pulling Mina towards it.

“Hey, wait!”

They were at the end of a line now, in front of the cart. Mina could hear the guests in front of them murmuring about the oddity as well. “Wasn’t expecting this at all, but hey, I love takoyaki,” a young man said to the girl next to him.

“Yeah, same,” she replied in agreement.

Mina sighed, feeling her stomach grumble even more. All she wanted was to dig into the platters of sashimi on the fancy table, not wait in line for takoyaki of all things. She glanced down. At least Nako would stop complaining for a while.

“Oh, man, I can’t believe Okano started crying at that, of all things,” Mina heard from beside them, and a few of the teenagers from earlier were walking by them. There was a tall boy with dark hair, a shorter boy with orange hair that reminded her of mushrooms, a girl with straight purple hair, and the last girl was the shortest with dark curly hair. They were all dressed in appropriate formal attire.

“I know, right?” The purple girl laughed. “Ooh, let’s try the takoyaki from here!”

There was a short pause until the orange mushroom boy agreed. “Yeah!”

Now they were standing right behind Mina and Nako. She turned and politely smiled at them. Maybe they’d have an answer for this out-of-place food. “Hello!”

They jolted for a moment, before returning a bright grin. Well, the orange boy had a small, cute smile but the dark curly girl looked deadpan. “Hello!”

“Ah, you guys are Tadaomi’s old students, right?”

The tall boy smiled and nodded. “Yes, we are! I’m Sugino, and this is Fuwa, Mimura, and Hazama,” he listed them off, gesturing to each kid accordingly. Sugino definitely seemed like a chatterbox, a very friendly charming one too.

Fuwa rubbed her chin, giving Mina an odd look. “Hmm...you call Karasuma-sensei by his first name? How close are you?”

“Fuwa!” Mimura exclaimed in embarrassment. Fuwa struck Mina as someone who was usually unfiltered, judging by his reaction.

“You can’t just ask her that. It’s none of our business,” Hazama sighed, almost sounding apologetic.

“What? I’m just wondering...you guys are, too! Don’t deny it!” she protested. Yep, she definitely didn’t have a filter.

Mina laughed, slightly put off but more amused than anything. “It’s ok! No worries! I’m Mina, and this is my niece Nako. My family is friends with Tadaomi’s, we grew up together for a little bit when we were young,” she explained.

“Ooohh,” they chorused. “Nice to meet you both!” Mina laughed some more. Okay, that was kinda cute.

“Say, do you guys have any idea what this street cart is doing here?” she wondered, deciding to just go for it. She chuckled. “It’s just surprising to see since sushi from the finest place in Japan is sitting right over there.”

They all laughed. Sugino ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah, it is weird,” he agreed. “We were the ones who actually asked for it. Our class, I mean.”

Mina furrowed her brows. “Oh, really? Why?”

Fuwa smiled softly. “Our old teacher, he worked with Karasuma-sensei and Bi-” she paused, looking at Nako. “Jelavic-sensei. He, um, really liked...takoyaki.”

“Yeah, he loved octopi a lot,” Mimura chimed in. “One could say he was basically one himself.”

Mina was slightly lost now. “Like a spirit animal?”

Hazama shrugged. “Yeah, something like that.”

“Oh. Well, that’s cool.”

Hazama gave her a look. “It’s okay, it’s weird. We know.”

Mina wasn’t sure what to say to that. “Um, so tell me more about this teacher! He seems like an interesting guy.”

Sugino laughed. “Yeah, he was definitely interesting. He had a lot of weird habits. He loved junk food, for one. Always blew his teaching money on that.”

“He really liked po-” Mimura paused, glancing at Nako. “Um, magazines. He had a huge collection of them.”

“He used to fry tissues to eat sometimes, because he was so broke,” Fuwa added.

“That’s terrible!” Mina exclaimed.

Hazama waved her off. “Oh, don’t worry, he was okay.”

“He was obsessed with soap dramas,” Mimura continued. “Always used to try and ship us all together to try and emulate them.”

“Oh...that’s a bit odd,” Mina stated politely.

“Yeah, we hated it. We shot him with bb pellets whenever he was being too annoying.”

“Wow, that’s -”

“It’s fine! He encouraged it all the time!”

Fuwa sighed. “Even with all those irritating quirks, he was still the best teacher ever.” The atmosphere had shifted into a more somber, nostalgic one as all the kids looked down slightly.

Sugino nodded. “He always cared about us and looked out for our wellbeing all the time.”

“He was great at explaining concepts, and we even made personalized practice tests for every student,” Mimura added.

Hazama averted her gaze. “He made all of us feel welcome and like we belonged in that class,” she said softly. “Like we were all a piece of one big puzzle, meant to be there from the start.”

“He built a pool for us,” Fuwa sighed again.

Mina blinked. “Wow, he sounds like an amazing person!” She glanced around her. “Is he here? I’d love to meet him!”

The kids stiffened, and she instantly regretted her question. Stupid Mina! Obviously, something happened or they wouldn’t sound so sad! But she’d been distracted by all that they were saying, she’d forgotten.

She took a breath. “I’m sor-”

“No, he’s not here,” Sugino finally spoke. “He...passed away at the end of the year.”

Mina felt her stomach lurch. “I’m so sorry…”

“No, no, you’re fine,” Fuwa replied, shaking her head. “It’s okay.”

Mimura laughed slightly. “You know he would’ve freaking loved it if he were here.”

The other two laughed while Hazama smirked. “He’d be a bawling mess. Probably would badger those two constantly until he got kicked out.”

“He’d insist on personally handling Karasuma-sensei’s hair and styling,” Sugino continued. “But he’d go overboard and mess it up.”

“Seventy-percent of the food would already be devoured,” Fuwa added with a grin.

Hazama raised an eyebrow. “Only seventy-percent? That’s being generous,” she commented dryly, amusement in her tone.

“True!” They burst out laughing again. Mina smiled, relieved to see that they moved on from her little mishap and weren’t sad anymore.

“Oh, Ms Mina, it’s your turn,” Sugino pointed out, and she turned around to see the vendor waving at her.

“Oops, sorry!” She smiled at them once more before turning to place her order. Hard to believe that the answer to why this takoyaki cart was here was all thanks to an old teacher with odd quirks who liked octopi...and guided a lot of bright, good kids. She definitely would continue that conversation with those four and hopefully get to meet more of Tadaomi’s students.

#assclass #assassination classsroom #tadaomi karasuma #irina jelavic #irisuma #karairi #tomohito sugino #kouki mimura #yuzuki fuwa #kirara hazama #ansatsu kyoushitsu #writing

[blazardragon]

English Translation of Korotan B: Chapter 3 - Pui Time

In this chapter, Pui’s first day in Class E begins! Irina shows off her, uh, “unique” teaching-style, Kimura suffers, Maehara and Isogai get schooled, and Okano gets to show off her crazy gymnastic skills. 

I felt like I was writing bad smut for part of this chapter, though…

Also, my wish was granted and Gakushuu and Gakuho are actually mentioned in this chapter! They don’t appear, but at least this is a step up from Korotan D.

Chapter 3 – Pui Time

Pui came to Class E and sat between Itona and Karma, with the same glare he had during his assassination attempt the day before. He had an anti-sensei knife placed with dignity on his desk, and he was full of the urge to kill.

“That guy, does he intend to study at all?”

“Who knows…..”

As Okajima and Fuwa watched him anxiously, Pui briefly returned their gaze. He appeared to be a little uncomfortable with being in the classroom, looking around here and there and then staring straight ahead again when Kataoka approached him.  

“Here’s your notebook and pen. Use these to study.”

She told Pui in English. Pui glanced at her before taking the pen and notebook.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. Let me know if you need anything, okay?”

Relieved that he took the pen and notebook without a fuss, Kataoka returned to her seat.

“Everyone, be sure to try talking with Pui in English.”

“Alright.”

“Of course!”

Just as the classroom was getting lively, the sliding door at the entrance of the classroom slid open. Korosensei was grinning more than usual when he entered.

“Good morning, everyone! Let’s study together today as well!”

“Wow, you’re in English-mode first thing in the morning~”

“Guess there’s no choice. We’ve got to keep up with him.”

Kurahashi and Kimura nodded to each other and returned Korosensei’s greeting.

“Good morning, Koro-teacher!”*

“Perfect, Kimura-kun and Kurahashi-san!”

And so, the classroom was completely in English-mode.

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It was rare for Pui to be around so many boys and girls of the same age wearing the same uniform, so he just sat there and stared. Concerned, Kurahashi looked back at him. He averted his gaze and sat completely straight. He seemed frantic, unable to relax his posture because he felt like someone was watching him. However, he was also fascinated with Ritsu, peeking at her screen whenever she moved.

“Well, he’ll get used to this eventually.”

“Yeah.”

Sugino and Fuwa whispered to each other.

~~~

“You know that pole-toppling tournament we did the other day? My body still hurts just thinking about it…”

Kimura had walked up to Sugaya’s seat and was talking to him about the sports festival that was held the other day.

“You were awesome, too! I mean, you were one of three guys Asano marked as a threat!”

“I didn’t do anything all that great, though. The fact we were all able to function so well as a team is what’s really amazing! The lower grade students are beginning to see us in a different light, and Class A can’t look down on us anymore!”

“But, no matter how much we fight against Class A, we can’t escape from the Chairman’s control.”

“True.”

Sugaya then noticed that Pui was watching them talk with a curious expression on his face. He decided to use the moment to try teaching him some English.

“Let’s see, I guess it’d be good if we teach him about the Chairman. Ummm…… how do you say you’re being controlled in English? If I remember correctly, you use ‘over’ or something. Like, ‘control over~’.”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s ‘over’, right? So, how are you supposed to say it?”

“Don’t ask me! I wanted to ask you!”

“Wait, so it’s not ‘under’? Isn’t it supposed to be ‘under control’?

While Sugaya and Kimura were arguing, uncertain of their own assertions, Bitch-sensei had entered the classroom to begin the next lesson.

“What’s the matter, you two?”

“Oh, Bitch-sensei! Perfect timing! We’re having trouble trying to figure out how to say you’re being controlled in English. Do you use ‘over’ or ‘under’?”

Upon hearing Kimura’s question, Bitch-sensei sighed, and then said with a smile,

“You want to ask me about ‘control’? Then, I’ll teach you in terms that are easy to understand.”

Suddenly, she grabbed Kimura, pushed him to the floor, and straddled him.

“Woah!?”

Kimura stayed where he was after Bitch-sensei’s surprise attack. Her breasts hung right before his eyes, obscuring his vision.

“So, how’s this? My breasts are right above you, right? Try describing the state you’re in using English.”

“Eh, English!?”

His head was spinning and his heart was pounding due to the power of her breasts.

“My teacher’s breast are over me.”**

“Right. Good job. Now, this time, imagine that you can see this scene from above. Right now, you are beneath my breasts. Please describe that in English.

“I am lying under my teacher’s breast.”

“Perfect. There are two ways to describe the state you’re in, one point of view from above and one point of view from below. How do you feel right now?”

“…I can’t really say.”

“Do you need more stimulation?”

Bitch-sensei moved her body forward and pushed her breasts into Kimura’s face, causing Kimura to let out a groan.

“I can’t even raise my head…… It’s feels as if I can’t defy them.”

“That’s right. You could even say you’re being controlled by my breasts, right?”

“Y-yes, ma’am……”

Kimura swallowed.

“So, you can use both ‘over’ and ‘under’ to say you’re being controlled by them. Both “My teacher’s breasts have control over me,” and “I am under the control of my teacher’s breasts”. Do you understand?”

Irina asked as she looked down on him. With his gaze diverted to the side, Kimura replied,

“I-I understand, so move…… please……”

With his request, Irina chuckled and raised herself off Kimura. Pui’s eyes were as round as circles as he watched their interaction. Irina said to Pui,

“Oh, do you want to be controlled by me, too?”

Pui’s face flushed a deep red as he cast his eyes downward. Fuwa and Hara didn’t miss it.

“Did you see that!? Pui’s face turned bright red!”  

“How cute!”

~~~

In consideration for Pui, who didn’t know any Japanese, Bitch-sensei decided to teach her entire lesson in English only.

“Okay, today’s lesson will be taught entirely in English. I’ve given you a lot of pointers this year, so you should be able to accomplish this much, at least. Are we clear?”

“Yes, Ms.”*

Class E responded in unison. However, Bitch-sensei didn’t miss that there was a reply different from everyone else’s mixed in.

“Hey, over there! Just now, you casually slipped in a ‘Yes, bitch’, didn’t you!?”

“A bitch is a bitch. I have to make sure this noob here knows exactly what kind of teacher you are.”

Then, Karma whispered something into Pui’s ear, causing Pui to look at him in surprise, look at Bitch-sensei, and turn red in the face.

“Wait a sec, just what are you indoctrinating him with!?”

“I just told him that your signature move is a deep kiss, and that you’ve used it to kill ten men.”

“Oh, but I’ve killed more than ten.”

Bitch-sensei’s and Karma’s conversation continued on smoothly. The pace of their conversation was fast, making it difficult at times for the class to listen in, but they kept their vocabulary simple so that even those with weaker English skills could more-or-less follow along. Even Pui, who was cautious at first, was listening along with the rest of the class and being pulled into the classroom’s atmosphere.

“Please come forward, Pui.”

At first, Pui looked around him restlessly before scratching his head, standing up, and heading toward the front of the class. He was too embarrassed to look at Bitch-sensei straight in the eye.

“Your pronunciation could use a little work.  Please say ‘under’.”

“Under.”

“Right, you open your mouth too wide when you say the first syllable of “under”. It should be a darker, more muzzled sound. Look at my lips very carefully.”

“Under.”

As usual, Bitch-sensei’s pronunciation was exceptionally languid, giving it a certain sex appeal.

“See, my mouth didn’t open very wide when I said ‘under,’ did it? You had opened your mouth as if you were saying ‘Ahh’ for the dentist, but that’s not how you’re supposed to do it.”

Pui’s face turned red as he watched Bitch-sensei’s lips.

“Say it after me. ‘Under’.”

“Under.”

“Love.”

“Love…”

The rest of the class watched Pui in suspense. Even those watching from the edges of the classroom could see he was flustered.

“Do you understand now? ‘Love’ and ‘under’ involve similar pronunciation rules. You don’t open your mouth widely to say ‘love’, either. Instead, you open your mouth just a bit, and then you erotically say, ‘I love you’.”

Bitch-sensei’s “I love you,” packed with plenty of sex appeal, landed a hit on every single student in Class E, making the room temperature itself rise, but Pui was hit particularly hard, making his face flush bright red and putting him into a daze.

“Aah, his nose is bleeding!”

Okano noticed a red substance flowing out of Pui’s nose. She scrambled to grab a tissue and plugged his nose.

“He got so excited that he got a nosebleed? Are you an elementary school kid, Pui?”

Just as Okajima began to make fun of him, a stream of blood escaped from his nose.

“You too?”

Sugaya turned around, only to see that Itona, too, had a nosebleed.

“They’re like the Three Nosebleed Brothers.”

Irina smiled seductively, satisfied with the results her sex appeal produced.

~~~

By the time the class headed outside to begin P.E., Pui’s tense expression was beginning to loosen.

“Today, we will start with reviewing knife techniques. Repeating the basics will make them the foundation for your technique.”

“Yes, sir!”

In accordance with Karasuma’s instructions, the students practiced the basics of knife-work, repeatedly swinging down, swiping to the side, slicing up, and stabbing forward, shouting “One! Two! Three! Four!” with each repetition. Pui moved with the rest of Class E. The students’ knives moved with a linear trajectory, but Pui’s moved his in an arc.

“Look, look, the way Pui uses his knife looks a bit different!”

Okano noticed Pui’s unorthodox movements.  

“Now that you’ve reviewed the basics, we will now commence training for close-quarter combat. Isogai, Maehara, you two will attack first.”

“If we hit you within one minute, you’d better reward us!”

“Fine. Mimura, keep track of the time.”

Karasuma took a stopwatch out of his pocket and handed it to Mimura while Maehara whispered his plan to Isogai.

“Begin!”

Maehara was in front of Karasuma, swinging at him bit by bit to act as a diversion. Isogai used that gap to get behind Karasuma. Their plan was to attack from both the front and the back; a pincer attack. However, Karasuma struck Maehara’s wrist, causing him to drop his knife, and then dodged Isogai’s knife from the back, tripping him in the same movement. Isogai took the fall defensively, and, after Maehara picked up his knife, Isogai joined Maehara’s attack from the front. Just as they were about to land a hit, Mimura announced that a minute had passed, signaling the end of the battle.

“Too bad. Your idea to try a front and back pincer attack was a good one, but that’s what I’m most vigilant against. Maehara-kun, though your attacks were meant to be a diversion, they were incredibly obvious, so they couldn’t draw away my attention. Try to consider what the person you’re attacking might be thinking.”

“Y-yes sir…”

Maehara shrugged, and then put his hand on Pui’s shoulder.

“Pui, let’s try it together.”

“Seriously!?”

Pui made a forceful nod before Maehara whispered to him,

“I don’t have a plan. Just keep attacking him.”

He then pointed his knife at Karasuma.

“Let’s go, Mr. Karasuma!”

“Sounds good. Don’t hold back.”

Pui suddenly lunged at him with a sharp thrust.

“Guh!”

His speed caused Karasuma to lose his balance. Maehara aimed his knife for where he was falling. Karasuma just barely dodged him by twisting his body, but before he could regain his footing, Pui launched another attack. Karasuma raised his elbow to block the attack, but Pui moved his knife in an arc, passing by his elbow and hitting his collarbone.

“Woooah!!”

Class E roared after witnessing Pui successfully capture Karasuma on his very first attempt.

“You’re good!”

“Awesome!”

The corners of Pui’s mouth raised just a bit, barely altering his expression, as he puffed his chest out. Karasuma praised Pui,

“You’ve clearly conveyed that you have a lot of experience with this. As I thought, you’ve been making a living as a professional killer.”

The next activity Karasuma had them do was free running.

“Okano-san, show him what free running looks like. Scale that slope using the fastest route.”

“Yes, sir!”

Okano suddenly bolted toward the slope Karasuma was pointing at. There was a mountain path for going up the slope, but Okano ignored it and instead ran up an Oak tree, jumping from branch to branch.  

“Heey!”

Okano waved her hand from the top of the cliff, which she had just scaled in the blink of an eye. Pui whistled, impressed by the feat.

“You want to try, too, Pui?”

“Sure!”

Class E closely watched Pui’s trial run. Pui climbed straight up the slope of the cliff. Using the small trees growing out of the cliff as support, Pui didn’t mind the steepness at all and just kept climbing. Karasuma stopped the stopwatch.

“Almost the same time as Okano’s. You show a lot of potential.”

In the style of a warrior, Pui raised his hand in the air as he triumphantly stood atop a tree on the top of the cliff.

Notes:

*As much as it hurts me to write “Koro-teacher” (and, though less painful, “Ms.”), that’s the translation in the book, so I feel that I shouldn’t change it.

**This is the original English printed in the novel. It’s not perfect, though I’m not certain if that was a mistake on the writer’s part or if he’s intentionally making Kimura’s English flawed. Since Irina’s English is correct, I’m assuming it was intentional. In which case, it’s a nice touch!

Thank you Kimura and Sugaya for mentioning my favorite characters ;__; 

#assassination classroom #ansatsu kyoushitsu #Irina Jelavic #Karasuma Tadaomi #Isogai Yuuma #Maehara Hiroto #Hinata Okano #Kimura masayoshi #Class E #Pui #Korotan B #translations

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Top 10 Husbando

Thanks for tagging me! @lordbunshin @lemonicebar wanted to know my husbando  😉

I believe everyone here definitely have a crushed on 2D characters but it takes more than pretty face, great body, intelligent and super power to be the best husbando IRL or so called IkeDan*. Like, will they be there when we need their help? Will they make us a porridge when we sick? and stuffs...

*IkeDan = Ikemen Danna (イケメン旦那) = The hotties who possess husband material, recently popular word among Japanese women.

Personally I think it’s not fair for anime’s characters because otoge’s characters originally were created to be an ideal husbando. Plus all anime already finished, no more season 4-5-6 with a wedding or happy family story like otoge did. So i’ll go with 5 husbundo from anime fandom and 5 from otoge fandom.

P.S. Srsly, I had a hard time for choosing just 10 husbando from hundreds husbandos in my list.

Anime Husbando

5. Kuroba Kaito @ Magic Kaito KID

This IQ 400, playful and kind gentleman, full-time high school boy, part-time phantom thief is definitely a hero for both boys and girls in fandom. Well, he was born from Gosho Aoyama who wrote Detecive Conan after all, this character surely has a charmingly deep and various dimensions. 

Kaito might be too young to be considered as husbando but with all of his good traits, he’d definitely grow up to be the best one. Besides, I love a sweet & thrill in love life 😉

4. Kinomoto Tōya @ Cardcaptor Sakura 

Touya-niichan is my first love in anime fandom since I was a kid and still have been in my heart until now. Thanks to Clear Card Arc, I have a chance to see him in college version and more striking handsome due to advanced CG technology in anime industry. 

He is cool, kind, athletic and very popular with the girls even he is a bit loner who has only Yukito as a BFF. He did many jobs so that he can pay for college on his own, despite his father is a college professor who could easily pay for his tuition, very impressive responsibility as a mere high school boy. 

He is also good at cooking and helps with house work, yeah husband material. Even he’s always tease his little sister Sakura but that nothing to do with me ;p Well, his caring for family is the best clue for being a potential future husband and father.

3. Karasuma Tadaomi @ Assassination Classroom (VA Sugita Tomokazu 😍)

Who wouldn’t fall for this super cool badass fighter? He’s an elite agent sent from Japan's Ministry of Defense to supervise Koro-sensei. 

Karasuma is a strict but kind man, though he keeps a distance between himself and the students due to his status as an agent and his own professionalism. He is also extremely dense when it comes to love, but isn't so oblivious that he doesn't figure it out eventually. Even though he comes off as distant, he's not completely devoid of emotion and seems to be able to express happiness very rarely; most notably, during violent situations.

Judging from how he taught his students as the physical education teacher in Class 3-E, he must be a strict dad who raise his kids to be a strong fighter both physically and mentally. He is a perfect husbando for waifu who need someone to keep her on her toes. His love life is hilarious and interesting bc his waifu is a b*tch. Well, if you watch this anime you’d know what i mean 😉 Hush hush... I bet he is definitely a wild beast on bed, fu fu 😉

P.S. Let me clear this, I’m not that b*tch but I still need him bc it’s thrill for having such a cool & elite agent as a husbando.

2. Yanagi Kazuma @ Kaze no Stigma (VA Ono Daisuke 😍)

Due to his family circumstance and ex-lover’s tragedy, he has become too powerful and overprotective in an effort to be able to protect those important to him and not to lose them again. Even Kazuma shows his arrogance and egotistic side most of the time, he'll protect people who are naturally weak and have no chance of becoming stronger.

He is a snarky sarcastic and anti-social, rarely interacts with others unless business is involved. But he’s very caring and protect his beloved Ayano and his little brother Ren. He can do house chores and cooking. When he fell in love he’ll be unbelievably sweet and gentle yet still be a big tease making Ayano (and me) doki doki occasionally; e.g. licking a splashed wine on her cheek saying it’s a waste if he don’t drink it, kissing her hair when he confess to her. When he kissed her neck and said “You better get ready because I’m selfish and have a strong desire” I was melted ☺️☺️☺️

P.S. When I finished watching this anime and found out season 2 never come bc the writer had died since 2009 I cried like my own relative died 😭😭

1. Usui Takumi @ Kaichou wa Maid-sama (VA Okamoto Nobuhiko 😍)

You couldn’t count yourself an 2D otaku in Shoujou-Otome line if you don’t know him, he is a LEGENDARY HUSBANDO for Shoujou manga and anime.

He is everything as an ideal husbando for me, looks, brain and talent at everything. Playful but not wishy-washy. Flirt but not creepy. Devoted but not possessed. Helped but not spoiled. These traits also very like Masamune Ikesen too. Despite having dark past about their own families, Usui didn’t strong and friendly as Masamune, well, he’s just a normal high school boy after all 😉

But in manga, he eventually grown up to be a great doctor and also an amazing husbando who let his waifu living apart for a sake of her dream job.... such a board-mind and patient husbando 😊

Otoge Husbando

5. Kirishima Kaoru @ Our 2 Bedrooms Story by Voltage

This aloof, cool, talent editor is MC coworker who emit an aura of “leave me alone” but actually kind & gentle and very cuddle when you’re in relationship like Ieyasu but he’s a straightforward type and isn’t sarcastic or snarky at all.

His stories weren’t exciting or twist like the others but very real and relax.. his coolly cuteness and kindness somehow made me calm, like laying in a corridor under warm sunshine after the battles with all tough guys 😆

Now it’s Wedding Season already and I’m the most lucky bride in the world😊

4. Soryu Oh @ Kissed by the Baddest Bidders by Voltage

Head of Hong Kong’s Mafia who scared everyone away with his scary & cold  vibe but love omrice 😆 Hate women bc they’re reek of perfume and only chase after the rich. Anyway he is a gentleman and the only bidder who treat MC as a human being and protected her from any harms.

When you captivated his heart, he’d turned to be a doting BF who protect you with his life. Even he’s a man with a few word but his expression for love is so deep and intense. On bed? also a sexy beast 😆😆 A special story “Happy Family with Him” also show how wonderful he was as a father.

Now we’ve married and live a happily in NY season 5th already 😊

3. Okochi Minato @ Our 2 Bedrooms Story by Voltage

An ace senior editor of a big shot publisher who is arrogant, big tease and tsundere but his sexy & sweet side made me melt. He is such an sharp-tongue alfa-dog who always mocked MC as a Pomeranian but bickering with him is so much fun. Even he is a super self-confident but he secretly worked out bc he wanted to impress MC with his well toned body when they xxx ☺️ yeah... he’s a bit... horny sexy beast ☺️😆

Even he’s hopeless around the house to the point he could literally explode the kitchen but he tried hard to cook for his beloved fiancée by joining cooking lessons. He always be there to help MC for both work and personal life and also let MC helped him occasionally.

Now it’s Wedding Season 💒 already and I’m so happy with him 😊

2. Oda Nobunaga @ Ikemen Sengoku by Cybrid (VA Sugita Tomokazu 😍)

The tyrant Demon King and a dutiful BF who has an unbearable cute side I couldn’t resist. He called emergency war room to consult how to improve his GF’s mood after 3 days Silence Treat 😆 He was jealous of his own bear avatar 😊 He love Kompeito and secretly(?) steal it from his own kitchen every night😆, etc. So damn sexy and alluring, got me every event, couldn’t keep calm around him. I’ve a bunch of arrogant, intelligent, rich and powerful husbando but no one is as charming as him... srsly.

He’s sweet and kind...when he want to be 😆 An open-mind husbando who is enthusiasm  to learn new things. Also such a dutiful dad who’d read a bedtime stories for his kids every night 😊

1. Date Masamune @ Ikemen Sengoku by Cybrid (VA Katou Kazuki 😍)

Since I played his routes both Dramatic and Romantic in row on last X’mas, I fell hard for this playful dragon and he has been my no.1 since then. Who could refuse he possess a super husband material? Here, here here and here.

#personal #tag game #top 10 husbandos

[ankyouweek]

Second Time Around

6 - Who We Are

It was cold in their classroom. Karma didn’t think it was just the weather or the hour of the night making him feel that way.

“Well, we’ll start with you, Kayano. Why were you siding with the Reaper?”

Irina kept to the back of the room, but it was clear that even though the air had been cleared between her and the class, she was still ashamed of her actions. Kayano felt no such shame.

“Because a monster’s only duty is to die.”

The rest of the class gasped and squealed as she showed her trump card while Karma was torn between being thankful for getting a reprieve from everyone’s grilling and being irritated that he was going to lose another set of tentacles. 

He ignored Kayano’s (Aguri’s) sob story. People often took him, Nagisa and Kayano as a trio, but that was simply because they both hung around Nagisa. There wasn’t bad blood between them, but they weren’t incredibly friendly towards each other either. They had an irreplaceable bond thanks to this classroom, but the same could be said for most of the class. He’d heard this before, didn’t need a repeat of the theatrics again.

She disappeared shortly after, demanding a life or death match the next day.

“I know some weird shit just went down, but do you have a minute?”

Itona shrugged. Their teacher had switched sides, as had a classmate, they’d fought against the world’s best assassin and then been imprisoned, their other teacher had gotten shot but was still intent on grilling them, previously mentioned classmate grew tentacles - and it was barely 10pm. “Today can’t get much crazier. Spill.”

Karma dragged him away from the class. Mostly everyone was leaving, though the teachers were hanging about to discuss Kayano, and a few students were comforting each other and try to make sense of what had happened. Nobody would listen to them, but better safe than sorry. 

“Alright, this is gonna sound crazy but I’m actually from the future and my world is fucked because of shit that happened in this world after we graduate and I was sent back to fix everything. Yanagisawa’s research is important. I need to talk to you about it and get as much information as possible.”

Itona blinked at him. Once, twice, three times. Stony faced as usual. The smaller boy sat down, ignoring the dewy grass. “Are we friends because we’re both weird?” The redhead made a strangled sound and shrugged. “I still think I’m stronger than you, but you’re definitely weirder.”

“That’s great and all, but will you tell me about his research?”

“Sure. He screwed me over. I don’t care about the jerk one way or the other.”

Relieved, Karma sat down next to Itona. It was honestly irrelevant whether Itona believed him or not, as long as the information was right.

— 

They’d stayed up until the sun rose. 

Karma’s head was racing, the words on the notebook in front of him blurring, tired eyes straining. “Why didn’t you tell anyone about this stuff earlier?”

“Isn’t that the problem in your time? People knowing?”

Karma didn’t have a comeback. Itona was right; this type of knowledge was what screwed his time over. With knowledge came power, and those with power were meant to be responsible, but reality and expectations were clearly different. 

Itona had told him about all of Yanagisawa’s ideas. Karma doubted they were all of them, but Itona was sure it was, so he’d have to take his word on it. Karma learnt about the tentacle serum, about the process of making someone a real monster (apparently Nidaime was not the first attempt outside of Sensei, explaining his near perfect abilities and control), truth serums and everything else that caused issues in his time. And more that he hadn’t wanted to know about.

“Can you blame me for not wanting to talk about it?”

Karma shook his head. Itona hadn’t said as much, but the way he spoke of Yanagisawa made him think that the tentacles hadn’t been the only experiment Itona had been used for. Even if he was wrong, seeing and knowing about all this stuff would be hard for anyone to stomach.

“What are you gonna do now?”

Chewing the end of his pencil, Karma mumbled, an unintelligible train of thought to anyone but the two of them, who knew the consequences of science and it’s uses. Unable to think of anything good, quiet, that wouldn’t make a scene, he threw caution to the wind. Even small changes had some type of ripple effect in his time. And without being able to contact the Karasuma of the future, he was left guessing.

Go big or go home, right?

“D’you reckon Terasaka’s up for burning the lab down?”

—

Obviously, Terasaka was in. 

(“Hell yeah!”

“Aren’t you even gonna ask why?”

“Nah, this dude’s an ass and tried to use me! I wanna get my revenge!”

Karma shrugged while Itona called him stupid. Once the job was done, perhaps he’d tell him. Or perhaps getting away with such a large crime would be enough for him.)

The rest of his group was going to come along, mainly to make sure the three of them didn’t do anything more stupid than burning down a laboratory worth billions of dollars. Karma said that wasn’t possible. Muramatsu said he clearly didn’t know Terasaka very well. But that was going to have to wait. Karma figured that as long as it was wreckage by graduation and Yanagisawa didn’t have backups, he could avoid, or at least strongly delay, this shit that happens in his timeline. Other things needed to be prioritised.

Like Kayano’s and Sensei’s fight.

It had started just before sundown. He and Itona still hadn’t slept, though Itona was interested and alert, curious to see an untrained tentacle user, giving scathing and concerned commentary as he saw fit. Karma was barely awake enough to keep his eyes open. He was glad, because Nagisa chose to use his killer move against Kayano instead of kissing her, though he would have enjoyed getting more material to tease the boy with (he was nicer to Nagisa in his time, but honestly, when someone was going batshit and you were asked to distract them, kissing wasn’t often the first thing to come to mind, and Karma would never let the smaller boy live that down). He would have been far too tired to get the photos, however, and wondered if something as simple as a kiss could change the future.

If it could, he’d have kissed everyone in Tokyo by now.

She was tentacle-less before she could blink, though still incredibly pissed and needed to be restrained. Megu confiscated her Sensei killing items, though Karma thought that was stupid. 

“I’m sure she doesn’t want to kill in blind anger.”

“I’m pretty sure you’re wrong and you’re making us waste an excellent chance, but do what you need to, class rep.”

Yanagisawa made his appearance, introducing himself properly. Karma knew the speech that was coming, but he felt sick, now knowing the extent of inhuman experiments this man would perform in the name of science. He could see Itona tense slightly in front of him. Shifting, Karma moved his way to the front of the group. Itona didn’t need protecting, even without tentacles, but Karma didn’t want anyone near this guy. These were his friends, but he’d had an extra ten years of life than they had. If something was to happen to him, it would suck, but he’d made all his goals into realities in his time, so it was better than someone else getting harmed or scarred.

Maehara and Terasaka came to stand next to him, quietly creating a wall between the class and the monsters in the field. 

Karma very much doubted the Reaper would be set free now, but he’d been wrong about how things would play out before, and nobody had expected Kayano’s impaling in his first time around. Taking chances was something he’d done too much of, especially when the little information he had changed so often. 

Better safe than sorry.

Karma wondered, if tentacles could really help you become strong, or get revenge, or become weaker, whether he should just inject himself and ask them if he could become a hero.

Then he thought of the pain Itona had been in, and watched Kayano spit up more blood, and the mindless roars of the monsterised Reaper and thought better of it. 

Better safe than sorry.

—

The class was dismissed, leaving them to their own devices. They walked down the mountain silently, not bothering to say goodbye as they went in their various directions. Kayano was taken to the hospital, still bitter and full of rage, thought Irina was trying to bring her around. 

(“He literally said your sister changed him from being a monster to a decent person and you still want him dead?”

“Yes! He’s still a monster! It’s still his fault!”

“And Yanagisawa!”

“I’ll kill him too!”)

Karma didn’t envy her in the slightest.

Kayano and Irina both returned to class on Monday morning, and while the girl wasn’t spitting insults and death threats, she wasn’t the ball of sunshine everyone knew her as. Sensei took it as an improvement and continued class as normal, while reminding them of their career meetings.

“Karma-kun, how are things going?”

“I already know what I want to be in the future, can I go?”

Sensei shook his head, and Karma was reminded of one of those dumb bobble head things. “We have other things to discuss.”

“Weren’t we doing that as a class?”

Sensei chuckled, “Oh, we’ll still do that, but perhaps a private talk is best first?”

It dawned on Karma that Sensei hadn’t talked to Karasuma about this - Karma would have been told if that was the case. This really was just between the two of them. 

He gave in. The tiredness he’d felt earlier in the year was nothing compared to this. The redhead felt older than he ever had been, more exhausted than he’d ever felt before. He felt more like a kid than he ever had. He couldn’t do this alone, wasn’t meant to, but without anyone to talk to, he was stuck, and this Karasuma was wary and knew too little. He needed help.

“What do you want to know?”

“Just start at the beginning, and we’ll go from there.”

Karma had noticed that his meeting time had been scheduled to the end of the day, despite being first on the roll. Now the changed time slot made sense. Taking the offered strawberry au lait, he began with a brief explanation of the end of the year, before getting more in depth as things got worse and detailing Yanagisawa’s research. 

Sensei didn’t say anything for a long time after that. 

“That’s… not really what I was expecting.”

Karma shrugged. “You and me both.”

Karasuma was out for the day, business in his real office to attend to, and Irina had been putting in more effort so she could leave early. The office was theirs and time felt like it was travelling both fast and slow, Karma just wanting to discuss what to do, but waiting in worry about what Sensei would say.

Light pressure on his forehead startled him slightly. A tentacle rested there, gently, a subtle support.

Sensei was smiling at him. “You’ve done well to get this far, Karma-kun.”

When Sensei had died, he’d tried to be strong, stifling his tears and sobs. This time he was honest, letting himself bawl, as uncool and as childish as it was. 

Golden eyes were blotchy afterwards, and he couldn’t remember how long he cried for or when was the last time he’d had a good cry. Sensei passed him tissues and gave him some tea.

Nodding to himself, as though this was a good development, Sensei whipped out a notebook. Titling it ‘how to save the future’, he opened the first page. “Let’s get to work, shall we?”

—

Karasuma wasn’t impressed that he’d discussed the future with Itona and Sensei, but he couldn’t do anything about it now. Sensei, as much of a goof he pretended to be/actually was, wasn’t stupid, and Itona wasn’t the gossiping type. Plus, the class was far too busy preparing for the school festival than to grill them (Karma wondered how long his luck would last, but he’d have to cross that bridge when he came to it).

Unlike last time, they did poorly. Nagisa hadn’t met Yuuji, after all, and that influence had saved them. Of course, they still had their assassin friends and Karma grilled them on techniques instead of working. (He hadn’t worked much originally, and he believed being stronger was more likely to help him in the coming days than foraging for mushrooms or whatever the hell his assigned job was).

Hiromi came and went, without a shouting match this time, so Karma was glad to see that he hadn’t managed to screw Nagisa over in that regard. Of course, he’d never like the woman, nor would anyone else in their class, but Nagisa thought she deserved a second chance, so Karma could only hope things went well for them. Gakushuu bragged about his class’ results while the class seethed at their own lack of ability, though neither had much time to do so with end of term exams coming up. 

Karma got his perfect score, and many others in his class had risen through the ranks thanks to his tutoring and study guide. Sensei was proud of him, and Karma wanted him to live, wanted him to be there to continually be proud and stupid and just there in their lives. 

Sure, perhaps him being in their class was out of some weird dedication or respect for Yukimura Sensei, but a year can change a person, and Karma wanted to think that Sensei would want to stay with them, even after their forced year together was over. Looking at him protecting Gakuhou, he wanted nothing more to believe that. Watching him play an ugly peach in their bizarre version of Momotarou, he wanted to make sure Sensei was around for many years to come.

He doubted the world felt the same.

—

The Civil War had begun.

Karma had been pondering what to do for weeks. Obviously, Sensei’s death (or the act of murdering him in such a public fashion and his existence becoming public knowledge) was the catalyst to hell in his world. He doubted simply saving Sensei would fix things, hence the plan for Yanagisawa’s lab (they’d decided the burning would take place after they returned from space). 

But simply taking Nagisa’s side wasn’t going to help anyone. This whole event had allowed for people to be honest with their feelings, show of their skills, learn more about how each other thought. If he agreed with Nagisa, he wouldn’t be surprised if it swayed a few people. After all, he was smart, and Terasaka and Itona both knew that he knew more than he let on. He could ruin everyone’s growth just because of his feelings. That wasn’t really fair.

So he played the part, just like his first day.

Snarling at Nagisa and watching him being pitifully restrained by Sugino, while it took three people to hold him back, Sensei gave them their supplies. He would play the leader and give everyone a chance to show their mettle. This time, Nagisa had already awakened, and Karma was prepared. Karma and some of the others were still up for sparring matches in his time, but Nagisa refrained.

Karma grinned. It’d be nice to kick his ass again.

—

For the most part, things played out similarly to last time, though Kayano got in more shots than before, as had Itona. Terasaka was much calmer than last time, due to partial exhaustion as Karma kept grilling his team about their arson attack. Unfortunately, Hazama had stepped on a twig, alerting others to her presence. She was going to wear that paintball bruise for at least a week, it was already ugly and welting on the side of her neck. For the other team, Okuda and Takebayashi weren’t as useful as last time, and Hara’s bait tactic hadn’t worked. 

When he and Nagisa were left, Karma kept his weapons. He still went out into the open. He had the advantage out here, compared to Nagisa who fought well in the trees and darkness,  and Nagisa would look shitty if he attacked him in the open like this. Everyone knew that, though it didn’t stop some of them from encouraging the action.  

Karma was stronger, faster, smarter. But Nagisa was a stubborn little shit who desperately wanted to save Sensei’s life, at any cost. Karma didn’t think that meant biting, but alright, all’s fair in love and war. (Karasuma wasn’t impressed - they’d trained them to be assassins and assassins didn’t bite; Irina begged to differ, but someone mentioned her type of assassin was different to most peoples.) Karma was tempted to bite back, partly to be petty and partly because it hurt, but opted for an elbow in the gut. The other spluttered, wheezing, while Karma took the chance to put some distance between them.

Nagisa’s face was bruised and swelling. Karma was glad he’d gotten used to his body. It felt familiar and normal again, instead of being too small and cramped. He was confident of winning this time. Even if Nagisa got him in a chokehold again, the redhead had picked up a few knives from his fallen comrades, and made sure his team knew to drop their weapons near the forest if they were about to be beaten, or on their way to the ‘out’ area. 

This Nagisa had awakened early, and favoured extreme measures. He recovered quickly too. Darting across the space Karma had made (too small, he realised bitterly), the smaller boy landed a kick to his previously injured knee. Karma swore, grabbing a handful of dirt as he hit the ground and throwing it in Nagisa’s face.

There were no rules against playing dirty.

Rolling away, he picked himself up, Nagisa already recovering. Karma leapt toward him, favouring his uninjured leg and watched as Nagisa prepared to use his signature move, even though his eyes watered. The taste of copper flooded his mouth and Nagisa’s eyes widened at his evasiveness. He heard an impressed murmur from the class and tucked it away for later, a happy boost for his ego. Another smack to the face and Karma darted away, his hand stinging from the blow. 

Nagisa’s right eye was quickly swelling and Karma knew it wouldn’t be long before the other couldn’t use it at all. His left eye was red from the dirt Karma had thrown earlier, and Karma could see the other was moving more gingerly, keeping his left arm away from Karma. Must have been when I threw him to the ground earlier. Neither of them were going to last longer.

For himself, his knee still throbbed, his speed taken a huge blow, and constantly pummelling Nagisa in his defence gear wasn’t doing much for his hands. He’d taken all that stuff off earlier. It wasn’t heavy or hot, but he fought better without it, freer to move. It did give Nagisa an easier way of seeing his movements, which the uniform hid, and it didn’t shield him from the other’s blows (though Nagisa’s strength wasn’t in his physical strength, but his sneak attacks). Of course, since he wasn’t wearing the gear, Nagisa didn’t need to pummel him as hard to get through it, conserving energy and not damaging his hands as much.

Back and forth, back and forth. They traded blows evenly, Nagisa relying on his drive to save Sensei to keep going, while Karma wanted to make a difference for an entire planet. Karma’s nose was bleeding, his black shirt covered in dirt. Nagisa had clearly broken a finger, it was twisted at a painful looking angle and it made Karma sick to look at it. He wondered if the adrenaline running through Nagisa prevented him from realising it, and wondered if he’d ended up with any similar injuries.

Finally, it came.

A chokehold, Nagisa’s last resort. 

Karma was ready, however, and didn’t throw in the towel like last time. 

The paint splattered, Nagisa’s uniform stained with red, though it still took three people to remove the boy’s grip on the winner. Karma wheezed, body working overtime to get oxygen back to his brain, Okuda handing him water and Nagisa was forced to calm down halfway across the field. 

Karma offered to hear Nagisa’s team out, though his own team wasn’t impressed with the notion.

“We won!”

“We don’t need to listen to them!”

“We’re the winners, it’s our choice what path we take, right?”

Karma agreed with them all, but the blue team had never given them this option. Karma would lead his team, this class, to the path he thought was right, the path they’d rightfully earned, but hearing out the class wouldn’t hurt. Much like letting Isogai lead despite being more talented in more fields, this could bring more people to his side. 

So he listened. 

Unsurprisingly, their arguments were weak, based on not wanting to be killers (“you realise what class this is, right?”) and sentimentality. Karma was irritated, hoping that some of the more level headed classmates had thought with a bit more depth, but had to remind himself that they were kids. Feelings ran their actions and beliefs. They weren’t used to mind matches with government officials on a daily basis, hadn’t honed their debate skills in high school yet even. 

He shook his head. “If that’s all you’ve got, we can’t agree to saving him.” The redhead could feel his team’s pride and could see the blue team deflate. “We’ll go forward with our plan and kill him.”

#Fic #submission #Horibe Itona #Akabane Karma #Shiota Nagisa