Finding Out

WARNING: This is Boy X Boy don't like don't read! This is suppose to be a one shot but I wrote too much for that so I have to break it down into parts. Now I love his ship I just can't find that many works for it, so I hope you like what I have so far, this is my first Assassination Classroom fic Please enjoy my attempt at fluff

'Hello'-Thoughts

'Hello'-Writting


Hazel brown eyes drifted to the front row of the room, settling at the sight of light orange hair. A silent sigh escaped as he continued to tune out his teacher, he already knew this so why bother, after all poetry and writing was his best subject. His gaze fell back to his pen in hand, out of boredom he clicked his pen over and over, only to receive a quick glare from the teacher causing him to sigh. And he still had 45 minutes left of this damn class. He rested his chin on the palm of his hand only to be struck with a time consuming idea. Clicking the pen one more time, he rolled up his school jacket sleeve and pressed his ink pen against his skin, now he wasn't really an artist so his doodles he began to litter his arm with weren't too extravagant, but that didn't matter, not like anyone is gonna see.

Asano Gausku's amethyst eyes stayed glued to the front of the room as the teacher droned on and on about the history of a fames poem. To be honest the young purple eyed youth done knew all that was needed to know about the piece of work, but he couldn't slack off, even in posture; after all he had to set in examples for the underlings to follow. However that doesn't excuse the fact that it was so DULL! True he done knew all about what they're studding, and it's true that he's studied ahead in all of his classes to stay ahead of everyone in the school, but even he can get bored like anyone else. Giving a silent sigh, amethyst eyes drifted down at his desk to find a tiny distraction, only to see something more.

Right at the end of his jacket sleeve on his wrist were small doodles, and lines were still appearing as if they were still being drawn. Asano's brows furrowed as he nudged his sleeve up a bit to see full pictures of; flower, pens, books, and even the school's mascot. The young male gave a tiny sigh as he took his pen and wrote on the inside of his wrist. 'Cut it out.'

Sakakibara Ren gave a sigh as he looked over his work, a smile tried to make its way to his lips, only for a small frown to marry it instead as saddening thoughts filled his head. Sighing again he rolled his sleeve back down, after all didn't want anyone to see one of the great 5 breaking the school rule that forbid anyone from writing on their skin to communicate with their soulmate on school property. Besides anyone would jump at the chance to try and take him down a /Well that didn't matter, he didn't have a soulmate to begin with, he wrote on the day of age, but...they never wrote back. He tried again and again on different days but he never got so much as a stray marking, so he just assumed that he didn't have one, he'd just be thoughts were cut off as his eyes strayed to the writing in the palm of his hand. 'Cut it out.'

'I didn't write that...'

Sakakibara thought to himself as he stared at the neatly written words. '...but that would mean!'

As his heart began to race, he took his pen and shakily wrote under the words in his palm, hiding it from anyone who'd try and take a peek, as his thoughts came crashing to one happy 'I have a soulmate!'

Hazel orbs re-read his note to his soulmate, 'Where have YOU BEEN?!'

Sure it was blunt and may come off as rude, but if you went thorough the emotional turmoil he's been through it's understandable. He bit his lip in hopes that he gets a response. And he did, a rather short and unhelpful Ren's eye gave a small twitch as he gave the word an annoyed glare.

'Busy.'

That's all they got to say, busy?! Do they not realize what he's went through for the past 6 months, and so once he tries and get them to explain themselves they just leave it vague and say that they were busy, the audacity! Oh he wanted to demand answers, he wanted to get mad and write hurtful words demanding to know what they were 'busy' with, but he didn't. Yes he felt hurt for his soulmate alone, making him think he was a part of the minority that didn't have a future partner, but now he doesn't have to, now that his soulmate has revealed themselves; to be frank he more at ease then anything, he wasn't alone it the world, and his soulmate was out there. So letting curiosity get the better of his he started to write down questions on his pale flesh under his jacket sleeves in hopes of getting answers onto what his soulmate has been doing for the past 6 months.

'Busy with what?'

'How have you been?'

'How old are you?'

And so on. This kept his attention till the bell rang for break. Students stood and fled out of the classroom to talk, meet, and studies with others. Sakakibara gave a sigh as he let his sleeves slide over his arms and he grabbed his things and left with the other kids. Thoughts of his soulmate filled his head, as he made his way down the hall he met up with some of the virtuosos 5 who seemed to be caught up in a discussion all of their own, so he stood and watched, not adding anything to the conversation. However, his mind kept wondering back to his soulmate, even though he doesn't know who they are or what they even look like, they done fill his head and heart; but it tugs on his mind about why they never wrote back after his countless attempts from before?

The rest of the day continued as normal; classes went on, students studied, and teachers taught just like any other. Throughout the day Sakakibara nervously waited for the answers that he seek, for just a moment alone to check his sleeves. Guess luck wasn't on his side, as he was constantly surrounded by his classmates who asked for his assistance on school work, and girls who flocked around him who only wished to be flirted with. Well being the nice 'playboy' he was 'happy' to play along. After a long day, the young teen finally arrived home, walking in his large house only to find it dark and empty... again. Sighing he ran a hand through his half shaved brown hair as he made his way up to his room on the second floor. Finally reaching the large bedroom he allowed his jacket to slide off his frame and land on the floor. Glancing down at his arms, the answers to his questions were answered. A smile spread across his face as a warm feeling invaded his chest. They wrote back! Scrambling to his desk, the brunet pulled out a blue ink pen read the answers to his questions.

'How have you been?'

'Fine.'

'Busy with what?'

'School, sports, cram classes, and music'

'How old are you?'

'14'

'Hobbies'

'Previously stated'

'What school do you go to?'

'Kunugigaoka Jr High'

Sakakibara's smile widen as he read his soulmate's answers in their neat perfect handwriting in red. Amazing how they're able to make it so when writing on flesh is quite difficult; however it was even more stupendous to learn that his soulmate was so close, he might even know them. No time like the present!

'Hey we go to the same school, how about we meet up sometime?'

His hazel gaze steadied onto his pale arm as he pulled his legs up into the seat and pulled his knees to his chest. There he sat for a solid 15 minutes, watching his arm as he absent mindedly spun his chair, only to give a tired sigh, maybe they were busy... again. He let his arm fall to his side, giving it a quick glance, he saw marks being made, words! He jerked his arm up only to see a single word.

'No.'

No?

No! What did he mean no?! Snatching his pen he wrote, 'I've been waiting for 20 minutes and all you can say is no? Why not? Aren't you going to give me an explanation? No wait let me guess your busy. Right?'

This time the answer was quick. 'Yes.'

Sakakibara's eye twitched, his soulmate was such a workaholic, but he the young poet was a patience teen he could read through as to why. 'What are you so busy with?'

'Mid-terms are coming up so I have to prepare, I don't exactly have the luxury of time due to my schedule being so full.'

The brunet blinked, they had a fair point, and than again he did just get in contact with his significant other, so of course he can't just expect them to drop everything just to coming running to him. Ren rested his hand in the palm of his other hand, thoughts dancing in his head. Oh he got it! 'How about during summer break? Will you have time than?'

'Maybe, ask again later.'

Ren's eye gave a twitch, 'What are you a magic-8 ball?'

'Are you asking if your soulmate it an answer telling toy, now how would that make any logical sense when it's a connection between two people.'

Ren's eyes widen a fraction only for him to give a small chuckle, his soulmate was so literal and it was kind funny, if not cute, 'I apologize, but I must return to my activities.'

'Talk to you later than?'

'Maybe.'

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'Sure.'

A small smile graced the young poet's features, he held his scribbled arm close to his chest, for the first time in awhile, he felt happy.


Hope you enjoyed the first chapter, tell me what you think. I'd love to hear your thoughts.