Disclaimer: Ansatsu Kyoushitsu / Assassination Classroom is property of Matsui Yuusei.
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Chapter 1
—Hold him.— The cheerful and sweet voice of a mysterious woman was heard behind the camera.
After a flash on the screen and focus in the lens, it could see that she was holding the device, which is explicit when the camera wobbled for a moment and then straighten up in her hands.
After the shaking, the video just beginning. It was focused on the screen the image of a hospital room, with its whites walls and floors, the low murmur of the personnel sounding in the distance and the window which you could see the winter weather and the snow falling in the big city. Although what is most striking in the video, was other thing.
The figure of a young Asano Gakuhou leaning over a small hospital cot. Supporting his hands on the edges of this and watching carefully what was postrate there, with a thoughtful and serious expresion.
He didn't hear the words that the woman behind the camera had commanded, but he reacted when realized that she was very quiet; and decided to speak when he turned his head and realized that she was recording him.
—Why have you turned on the camera?— Said the man with an angry expresion.
—I want to keep the memory of this.— Answered the woman with a cheerful and soft tone.
—I'm not going to hold him now.
That answer was given by Gakuhou while he looked away toward the cot with a slight air of concern.
—Why? You don't want to hold your child in your arms?
He remained in silent for her question and then shook his head.
—No, I want. But he is sleeping and just have a day of life. He should rest.
—The only who should rest is you, you had been awake all night.— Replied the woman.
—That doesn't matter, turn off the camera and go to sleep. I'll look after the child.
She didn't answer, she planned to continue reproching her husband that she had slept for a few hours after the birth, while he hadn't slept. But that order which had given to her and her thoughts, were pushed aside in a few seconds, when a faint whimper was heard in the room by the child in that cradle.
Gakuhou and his wife stood still and looked in that way, knowing that the baby who was born that night, had awakened and now was stirring in that umcomfortable cot of hospital.
—Hold him.— Gakuhou said quickly while he looked at his wife with some nervousness.
—I can't. Hold him you.— Replied the woman.
—He's a newborn, he'll stay better with his mother.
—No. His mother held him all the night, is the turn to his father.
—But...
Another whimper followed by a weak cry interrupted them. Gakuhou frowned looking at the camera and his wife didn't seem to change her mind, while the baby was still crying.
—You can't leave him crying, hold your son now.
The man sighed heavily and muttered something under his breath, but went unnoticed for the camera, more when he leaned forward, seemed to place some blankets in the cot and after a few seconds of reflection, straightened with his only son in his arms.
The baby couldn't be seen clearly because it was wrapped in a blanket and was still crying, but they could see his little arms moving and a few wisps of orange hair peeking through the figure of his father. Although, his tears seemed to have died down a bit.
Gakuhou cradled him in his arms with an impassive expression, completely still and frozen in his place. It seemed that even a successful man how he, couldn't be saved from the insecurity of being a parent, and it showed when he saw his son carefully and expectant, as if afraid to do something bad while he hold him.
Gradually, the baby's weeping seems to diminish until finally disappeared, leaving a slightly shocked expression of her father and a slight chuckle from her mother behind the camera.
—He looks like you.— Said Gakuhou thinking aloud.
—No. I think he's more like you.— Replied de woman.— Definitely, has your eyes.
The man raised his head silently looking at his wife with a questioning expression. It seemed he couldn't believe his words.
Another whimper caught his attention and the baby seemed to squirm in the grip of his father. Gakuhou tensed at this, but obviously his expression remained the same, as his pride prevented him show some weakness or ignorance to the situation.
Although, it was when the man approached one of his fingers to his son's face to wipe her cheeks, when his serious expression changed to one of surprise and astonishment. Because the baby, still moaning and sobbing a little, raised his little hand to grab his father finger and squeeze hard with all the strength at his disposal.
The room fell in silent. Gakuhou stood there, stunned, watching how the hand of his only son clung to his finger and how the baby opened his eyes with some heaviness. He seemed to freeze when inwardly was agreed with his wife, because the violet eyes watching him from below were very similar to him, glowing under the lights of the hospital room and staring at him intently.
Feeling his chest revolve and his lips tremble. Before he could stop or restrain, a lone tear of emotion swept Gakuhou Asano's cheek while he watched his first and only son in his arms.
Now, he could understand what was love at first sight. The love and infinite tenderness he was feeling to that little baby who seemed engrossed watching him, it was almost surreal, something he never imagined.
The woman who was recording didn't dare to say anything, not even to move. Only was heard a sigh with relief for the emotional moment and settle a bit better in bed.
However, the atmosphere was broken by a stronger and more suddenly crying baby, who seemed upset and started screaming and mourn as if someone had done something really bad to him.
Gakuhou was startled by the sudden tears and looked with surprise at his son (who refused to release his finger and bellowed loudly) and tried to silence him as he could, without any results.
—What's wrong?— He asked with a slightly concerned tone.— Why is he crying like that? Have I done something?
—I think he doesn't like that his father cry in front of him.- The woman answered softly.— Come on, give it to me, perhaps he's hungry.
—Okay.
The last thing you could see in the video before the camera was turned off, was Gakuhou looked at his son with a smile of genuine happiness.
Hi ~
Well... I don't know how to explain this xD This fic is obviously a translation of my own fic with the same name, yeah. I usually write in Spanish because is my mother tonge, but lately i had been thinking in translate my fics because... why not? I think i can and many people asked for it, i don't have the best level in English and still i don't have a beta reader, but i tried it and i think is decent... I think (?) Please, understand it xD I choosed translate this fic because is short and now is more easy, with time i'll translate more but, i think is fine with this for start.
About the fic, i love Asano family. I love so much the Asano family and their relationship, i always needed a fic with a baby Gakushuu with his father so i decided writted it xD It will be a series of drabbles with the Asanos -and probably Karushuu but i don't know please give me more time to think in it-. Probably i'll translate more, with time... if i have time... yes
I hope that someone like it, see you ~
