A/N: I fully admit I might be misinterpreting what he said in chapter 1 regarding assassinations, but this is how I took it. Also, sorry for the dialogue sounding repetitive in places; I just wanted to make the explanation clear cut...

Going by the tone in his voice, and the fact that his green stripes were slowly being overwritten with dark red, you assumed Koro Sensei really was quite incensed. You looked up at him, watching as his usual grin was replaced with a frown, making you worry slightly for the woman in front of you. Of course, she was a bit rude and standoffish, but that was no excuse to hurt her! At least you assumed that was what he was going to do, considering she was more of an assassin than an actual teacher, remembering the way he disposed with other assailants who failed to kill him. Then again, you weren't too sure of what was going to happen, watching as his gaze turns toward you for a moment, eyes softening slightly as they beheld your worried face.

"Y-you are not thinking of ending her life, are you?" You ask, concern coating your voice despite yourself, your word choice oddly formal because of your nervous state. You didn't really like her, but it didn't mean you could let this slide. His round face only glares at you in shock, his tone almost insulted as he shouts.

"W-w-what? Of course not! Do you doubt me this much, [Name]-Sensei!?" You just stare at him for a second, watching the red color in his face fade a little, a sigh of relief escaping your lips.

"I was not sure. Your countenance right now is a little frightful, to be frank." You start to say, fidgeting a little in his grasp. You lower your voice as you continue, not wanting anyone else to be privy to your next words. "I would rather you not sully your hands for my sake...Though I might be presuming things here." You hear him let out a small sigh, his grip on you loosening somewhat, though not enough for you to escape his clutches. Not that you wanted to, despite your initial fear and worry over his anger. He seemed to have calmed down somewhat, his tone back to its usual high pitched self. A tendril just gently rubs against your hair, rustling it as your bangs fall in front of your face.

"You really are too kind, you know that?" He says, the weight in your stomach lifting at his words. "Still, If Irina-Sensei wishes to be part of our classroom, she has to follow the rules like anyone else."

You can only watch as Irina stiffens at hearing her name, her face now red with anger or embarrassment; you honestly couldn't tell which. Several of the children look on with wide eyes, though a few are nodding, some even making their own comments on the matter.

"Yeah, get with the program!"

"You could've hurt [Name]-Sensei!"

You feel your heart lift at their words, though that quickly changes into shock as you watch Irina turn around and start shouting at the children.

"Oh shut up, you little bastards! Like anyone else cares what you think; aren't you guys the rejects the main school threw away, anyway?" You feel your fists start to clench almost involuntarily, rage surging through you as you narrow your eyes at the woman. Asshole. No one yells at my kids. They may not be up to the standards of the main building kids, but that's because most people have lost hope in them! I won't let them fail, no matter what! You think, trying to pull at the tendrils surrounding you with your hands, their sticky texture making it quite difficult. You just settle for yelling at her instead, your voice rumbling in a low growl.

"Hey! Watch it, you. It's my job to show these kids that there's still hope for them! Just because all the other teachers have given up on them doesn't mean I have! They are all amazing in their own ways, and some bimbo like you has no right to talk down to them! I swear, if I wasn't—" You feel something cover your mouth then, forcibly covering it and making it harder to open. You just glare up at the owner of said appendage, who grins at you.

"Calm down. Don't get so worked up. I'll handle this." You just make an odd noise, not really able to protest because of the tendril over your open mouth. Well, at least it wasn't inside your mouth; though part of you kind of wondered what it would taste like...You feel your cheeks heat up at that thought, and pray that he is too focused on the blonde instead. It was kind of funny; you had just chastised him for doing the same thing, and here you were going off the handle yourself. You just exhale sharply, feeling the soft appendage against your mouth shake a little.

"...Now where were we? Yes, I was going to explain how this classroom works. I understand that the goal of this assassination classroom is to kill me, though I highly doubt any of you will be able," He starts to say, the green stripes appearing on his face again before he continues. "Still, this is a place of learning first and foremost, and I intend to uphold my own standards of how things are done here. Treating your students and fellow teachers with a modicum of respect is part of being a professional. Irina-Sensei, you are an assassin, yes, but you are also expected to be a teacher as well. If juggling the two responsibilities is too much for you, then I suggest you find another target."

You just watch as her face makes various expressions, able to see the frustration in her eyes. You feel something pat your head again, the tentacle leaving your mouth finally, startling you a little as you peer at him again. One of his black eyes was trained on you, giving you a small wink before he turned his attention to the assassin once more.

"Look at [Name]-Sensei here. She makes mistakes, and her assassination attempts so far have been...interesting to say the least," You feel your face heat up at that comment, incredulity spreading through you at his words. At least you were trying to assassinate him, though your attempts had stopped lately due to wanting the students to get a few shots in. Yet just because none of your earlier attempts hadn't planned out didn't mean they never would! At least that was what you told yourself.

"However, she is a far more qualified teacher than you at present. [Name]-Sensei does her best to try and help each of her students whether it is with assassinations or learning. Take for example, Sugino-kun's botched attempt a week ago. [Name]-Sensei immediately searched the internet for ways to help Sugino with his pitching, despite knowing little to nothing about baseball herself. She was even willing to help him join a club after school and cover for him, despite that being against one of the rules for Class E. She tried her best in her own way to help, using her own human abilities and kindness. Sure, she didn't have the ability to fly to New York and learn about his favorite major league pitcher to do a direct comparison of his strengths and weaknesses, but that isn't important."

Wait, how did he know? You think, going back through your own memories of said moment. Sure, he probably knew you had been looking up baseball facts and tips on your computer during lunch break; even Karasuma could see that. What concerned you was how he had been able to figure out when you met the child after school, so sure you had waited until everyone else had left before making your offer. Of course, being the nice boy that he was, Sugino-kun had politely declined your offer of help, not wanting to trouble you with his problem. Still, he was thankful enough for the attempt, and you could see it because of the renewed sparkle in his eyes as he left the classroom that day. That sparkle, so full of hope and life, was what drove you to teach Class E. You wanted more children to develop that spark, that inner confidence which had been beaten out of them by the ruthless standards of Principle Asano's educational system. That confidence you yourself could no longer seem to muster, that has eluded you for a long time now. You just attempt to focus on the conversation happening in front of you, having been lost in your own thoughts for a moment.

"What's important is that she is trying her best despite all the things stacked against her. [Name]-Sensei is quite—"

"Oh, who cares about who is the better teacher!? Why aren't you lying on the floor dead? What about all those bullets you took?! You should be dead!" She interrupts, though it was quite rude of her to do so; especially when he was going to give you a compliment, you think,

but you find yourself agreeing with her words. Any normal person would have died, you would have died, from that many bullets in their body. You shudder a bit, imagining yourself being shot to pieces, limbs flying across the shed in bloody chunks. Okay, maybe you were taking things too far; you could almost feel the bile rising up in your throat. You felt him shudder against you as he let out a hearty laugh, pointing to the odd, grey blobs on the floor. You had honestly not paid too much attention to them, more worried about the substance that had been leaking from his limbs, worried that he had been hurt.

"Hehehehe! Well, if you had done your research, like any person attempting to take me on should, you would have figured out that metal bullets are ineffective. Those small puddles on the floor are their melted remains. The only thing that can hurt me is the special ammo developed by the military. Anti-Sensei material, the substance has been called." He explains, the stripes on his face seeming to move as he talked. This was new; they were usually stationary. You had little time to wonder what this could mean, however, as he continued speaking.

"Although, you have done a number on my outfit; thankfully it won't take me much time to patch up the holes. So in short, your attempt was ineffective, unimaginative and quite dangerous. After all, you probably wouldn't know, seeing as you failed to do proper reconnaissance on this classroom, but we recently put a new rule in place. A rule that you have now broken explicitly."

"Who cares?" She asked, her tone frustrated as if she was really done with this whole thing. You felt him move again, towering over you once again as he seemed to grow larger. He was glaring at Irina with a serious expression, some of the kids even backstepping from their safe positions against the outer shed walls.

"Yes. A very important rule. It clearly states that if one is attempting to assassinate me, you must be mindful of the other people in this classroom, and their safety. In other words, when you plan out your assassination attempts, you must take care to not involve others involuntarily and cause them any fatal harm. Which," He narrows his eyes at Irina, who can only look at him in shock.

"You failed to do. Your reckless assassination attempt, one that you did not inform [Name]-Sensei of ahead of time, could have possibly killed her! If she was privy to it beforehand, I might be more willing to listen, but she was not. You used her, unknowingly as bait, in order to get to me. And that—" You watch as Irina's mouth moves, her tone slightly shaky as she interrupts.

"So? It's not like she died. I mean, you would have probably protected her anyway…" You feel him shudder once again, veins popping out of his head as he let out a pained sigh.

"What if I hadn't protected her? What if I just left her to be shot? You had no reassurance that I would come to her rescue, and yet you hinged your plan on that anyway. You took a gamble; with an innocent bystanders life no less! Yes, she does understand the danger of being in this classroom, but that does not excuse your callous disregard for her well being."

"...She is an exemplary teacher, and certainly someone whom you would benefit from emulating, I think. Now, if you have nothing else to say, we do have afternoon classes to prepare for." He says, Irina only scoffing at him before she turns on her heel and out the door, some of the children moving out of her way as she does so before the door slams close to their faces. You can't blame them; you could feel her murderous intent from here. It was balanced however, by the odd sensation you felt from the teacher beside you, his eyes oddly warm as he looks you over once more. You feel vulnerable, remembering you were still in your gym uniform, which exposed much more skin than you were used to. It was just your cleavage and most of your arms and legs, but it was still mortifying to be seen in, especially by him. Maybe you were just over exaggerating things, but…

"Well, that was a dicey situation, wasn't it? Irina-Sensei seems quite frustrated; maybe our little talk will have caused her to rethink her approach, hmm?" Koro Sensei says, causing you to just stare at him in confusion. Dicey!? You would have died if he hadn't protected you; then again, if he hadn't come in the shed in the first place, Irina's trap probably wouldn't have gone off. She probably had it planned that if anyone went into the shed with him it would have started, you realize. Well...if that was the case, you were at least glad that you were the one to be involved in the deadly attempt. At least it wasn't one of the students; god forbid they had come into the shed looking for something. You could only imagine numerous horrible scenarios, shaking your head while trying to dismiss them.

"I suppose so...Now, Sensei, If you don't mind, could you please leave? I do have to get ready for the afternoon courses, you understand?" You mutter, your words going between an odd mix of formal and informal speech. He only nods, his tentacles starting to wrap around your limbs carefully, as if they were holding something fragile. You just blink at him a couple times, trying to understand his intent.

"You're quite dirty, you know. Maybe I can help you get cleaned up a little, hmm?" You feel your heart nearly stop at his words, understanding the subtext behind them, but try to calm yourself with a deep breath. Shaking your head, you glare at him despite yourself. You half wanted this, but you didn't want to seem pathetic, desperate. Now really wasn't the time for such a thing anyway; the students were probably still listening in on your discussion. Maybe if you hinted at it, he would understand better.

"Not right now, sorry…" You watch as his features dampen for a moment, using that to your advantage as you pull on his dirtied robe, bringing his shocked, pink face closer to yours. You feel your stomach turn from anxiety, but attempt to stay focused, passionately staring into his confused eyes.

"Call me old fashioned, but I'd rather get to know you first before we become...more intimately acquainted. Maybe try going steady for a while, take each other out on a couple dates and see where this goes, yeah? You get me?" He just nods, tentacles still trembling slightly as he chokes out a response.

"Of course! I understand; slow and easy. Are all foreign women this forward with their intentions?" A breathy moan leaves his mouth then, his eyes glazing over slightly as you know he is imagining the two of you doing things.

"Forward, me!? Says the guy who wants to drill me against the shed!" You nearly shout, a small chuckle escaping your mouth before you continue. "Hmmm...I don't know; I surprised myself there actually. Felt like I had to say it now or I'd lose the nerve, y'know? So whaddaya say? I know most men probably don't like being pursued, but I wanted to be honest about my intentions from the start. I...I l-like you; I'm hoping maybe if we spend time together maybe you'll eventually feel the same…" You mutter, losing your confidence at the last second, the words feeling odd and heavy off of your tongue. You feel his numerous appendages gently start to caress your face, his eyes once again sparkling with that odd twinkle that often left you speechless.

"You don't give yourself enough credit, [Name]-Sensei. Who says I haven't fallen for you already?"