A/N: This fic was inspired by a literary class requirement, which was to create scenarios about the article given which was '8 Ways to Say I Love You' by R. McKinley ( /r-mckinley/2012/12/8-ways-to-say-i-love-you/).

And since I just rewatched Assassination Classroom, might as well write about my beloved precious children. I do not own Assassination Classroom and the article, thus this fic is done for entertainment purposes only and not for profit. Let the shipping begin. All aboard

1. Maehara/Okano

Spit it into her voicemail, a little slurred and sounding like the shot whiskey you downed for courage. Feel as ashamed as you do walking into work in last night's clothes. Wake up cringing for days, waiting for her to mention it.

To say that he is drunk is an understatement. No, he was not just drunk, he was beyond wasted. He went a little too overboard when he said to himself that he wanted a break. His work was a little too tedious, much to his chagrin, but at least he can say that he was living his life. He's earning money, living alone, and he can do all he wants.

It was a Friday night and he decided to go out and drink alone. It felt strange doing it without his best friend, Isogai, but since the guy was busy, he decided he didn't mind having no company at all. After all, Isogai needed to double his efforts in working to support his family. Maehara understood very well the struggle of his best friend.

His mind was buzzing and his vision a little too blurred to be able to drive home safely. He decided he needed help. He checked his watch to find that it was half past 1 a.m. Now his hopes were fading. Who in their right mind will help him in the middle of the night? He slumped onto the chair, and pulled his phone from his pocket.

'Maybe Isogai? I can ask for help from him,' he thought. When he tapped the name 'Ikemen' on his contacts, his hopes were high. He just wanted to sleep. Maybe Isogai could just let him sleep in his house. That would be no problem at all, aside from the nagging his friend would give him. But, much to his disappointment and frustration, Isogai's phone is turned off. It didn't even ring.

'What now?' He thought to himself. His vision became more blurred and he felt like he was going to throw up. So much for drinking alone, huh? He was even at a point where he cannot read the letters properly on his phone. He was too dizzy and tired. Maybe he can just sleep then and there at the chair inside the bar or inside his car. He was even too drunk to think that it was dead embarrassing. He didn't care, he just wanted to sleep so bad.

His consciousness started to drift when his phone rang. Without checking who that was, he immediately answered.

"Heeeey! Isogai! Ikemen! Thank god you called!" Maehara slurred.

"What? No, Maehara. It's Okano. Wait, where the hell are you!?" There was urgency in her voice. An apparent sign that she knew he was in a bar, drunkenly half-unconscious.

When he did not answer right away, taken aback by her voice and her urgency, she almost yelled. "OI MAEHARA. ANSWER ME. Where the hell are you? I know you're in a bar, but where? I can't track you properly, I'm driving!"

"O-Okano...chan," he added the honorific as an afterthought. His heartbeat instinctively paced up at her voice. Drunk or not, Maehara Hiroto is scared of a certain angry Okano Hinata.

"DON'T OKANO-CHAN ME. Calling me in the middle of the night. I wasn't able to answer because we just finished practicing the sequence for tomorrow's event. Now, where the hell are you?" He was nearly deafened. He told her the address of the bar and she told him she'll be there by 15 minutes.

Wait, she said he called her? He was sure he didn't. It was Isogai he called earlier.

His eyes can't hold it any longer. His eyelids started to droop. Maybe he can't wait for 15 more minutes. He slowly drifted off to sleep on the chair he was slumped on, despite the loud booming of the speakers and hollers of drunks.

"Oi, oi! MAEHARA!" He felt a pair of hands frantically shaking him. "Wake up, dammit! We're here outside your apartment. I can't carry you. Plus you reek of alcohol. Wake up!"

His head was throbbing so badly. He slowly opened his eyes to find Okano trying her best to drag him outside of her car. He looked at the surroundings. They were indeed outside his apartment. He tried to stand up on his own, with Okano to support his weight. They slowly walked together towards his door.

"Hey, where's your key?" Okano asked him when they reached the porch. He fished through his pocket and handed over the key to her. With one hand, she opened his front door, turned on the lights and she led them inside. He felt her dumped him to his couch. His mind was in a haze that he didn't notice he fell asleep already.

When he woke up, he was overwhelmed by one hell of a hangover. He slowly sat up, still dizzy and tired. He immediately realized that he was still in the couch, his comforter over him, and a note, bottle of water and few pills on his coffee table.

He recalled the events of last night. The only thing he remembered was that he was brought by Okano to his apartment last night. Wait, Okano!? What the hell was she doing outside in the middle of the night? He frantically picked the note on the table.

"Drink those painkillers when you wake up. Took care of your car. Next time don't drink too much when you're drinking alone.

P.S.: stop being a pussy and say it to me in person. Don't drunk call.

-Hinata"

No matter how many times he reread the note, the post sign didn't make sense to him. He remembered that she picked him up last night, but he didn't remember calling her— wait, no. He actually did. Memories flooded him, together with shame and embarrassment of what he did.

He was talking to some girls that time. He was so familiar with flirting that it felt natural for him to talk to girls. They were swooning over him, telling him that he was handsome and all, and that they could just take it somewhere. He, however, was pushing them away.

It was strange to see Maehara the philanderer to say no to girls, but he was sure he didn't want any girls but her. He told them proudly of how he loved a girl, a sweetheart from midschool. How awesome she is when she's doing those acrobatic movements, and how cute she looks when she is worried about him. Ah, how he loved the girl.

The other females were making a fuss about how he should leave her because they were there, but he lashed out at them saying that they got nothing on Hinata Okano, the awesome contortionist who owns his heart.

His mind and heart almost fell when he remembered clearly how after those girls scrammed, he called Okano out of nowhere. He must be too drunk to think first before doing anything. When her voicemail answered him, he just slurred his words,

"Hina-chan, you are the only girl for me. I love love love love you!"

He laughed at himself that time, but now that he remembered it, he wanted to just disappear to emptiness and wait for his life to run out there.