Lilith: Oi E, shouldn't you have posted this after completing the mainstream one

Angel: Sis, she's posting this one since she hasn't started on that post-canon fic where Karma and Gakushuu get together

Zahrah: I'm working on it

Cherry: This happens before the canon plot right?

Jewel: Yep except for the third and last chapter that will happen during the canon timeline

EMPRESSECLIPSE DOES NOT OWN ASSASSINATION CLASSROOM

To be completely honest, Akabane Karma had no idea what she was doing. She had no idea why she even made chocolate to give to him of all people, in the first place. She found it ridiculous that most of the girls at this school were smitten over him.

Walking through the first-year hallway, Karma grimaced at the girls that had just gone hyper in front of her as she passed, gossiping about him, had they eaten the chocolates they had made? She did see the appeal though; he was one of the few boys in this school seen as handsome and cute. But why had she of all people made chocolate for him, that was what Karma couldn't understand about herself. 1st year and she had already gained the reputation of being violent and yet incredibly smart. Her IQ, however, did not help for why she was giving that bastard Valentine's chocolate. Because he was a bastard, the rest of the student body were either fools or blind, she did not trust him. His smiles and his polite tone were all fake and she hated him because of it, seriously how did they not see that?!

But even if she was giving chocolates to him, she will not be like the other girls with their over the top romantic gestures, how they knew anything about relationships was beyond her, they were all either 12 or 13-year-olds after all, and that's why in her school bag sat a black box. Why was she using black and not the colours mainly associated with this day as in red, pink or white? Karma wasn't like all the other girls with their nonsense that's why. And black was elegant and it stood out, another thought that had gone through her head which she did not understand, why did she want it to stand out?!

She knew he had co-curricular after school, the number of those he was in was ridiculous, how did he have any time at all to do things other than to study and club activities, did he even have fun?! Another reason to hate him in her books. So after school, she was going to leave him the chocolates she had made before she chickened out, anonymously, her pride had already taken a hit just by making them.

STH

Karma snuck into the locker room, careful to not be seen. She knew he had basketball and would not finish for another thirty minutes but just to be safe, she peeked out onto the court, yeah, everyone was occupied.

Glancing around the room, she spotted his gym bag laying on the bench, his name stitched onto the straps. In the black box that was now in her hand, lay not only chocolates but what that had prompted this ridiculous situation. Just thinking about it was ludicrous at best.

Karma stood in front of the bag, where to put it? She didn't want it to be seen right away, that would put her in an uncomfortable not to mention awkward one if someone found her in here. She noticed the side zip, perfect. Her hand stopped at the zip, however.

"I can't seriously be doing this," Karma whispers to the empty room.

Quickly before she could chicken out she deposited the chocolate box into the side pocket, Karma glanced around again. No one. She let out a sigh of relief. Now to leave before someone came in. Again, careful to not be seen, she slipped out of the room, catching a glimpse of the game. The red-head saw him score and scoffed, Mr-has-to-be-perfect. Intent on leaving, she left for home immediately, wondering if she needed to pummel someone into the ground on the way.

Straight to Hell: White Valentines

Despite what everyone was thinking, Asano Gakushuu was not having a good day. If this is how every Valentine's Day was going to be over the next few years, he was seriously contemplating staying home. There had been far too many chocolates that had been given to him all day and he was getting sick of it. He wasn't a big fan of chocolate anyway, something he wanted to shout out by the end of the day. But being an Asano, he kept his mouth shut, plastered a smile and politely accepted another chocolate box. By the end of the day, he was carrying a large bag full of chocolates.

STH

He left the chocolate bag on the kitchen table. He may not be a fan of sweets but his father was. Fortunately, Principal Asano was still at school. Gakushuu didn't want to imagine the look his father would give him at this turnout. That indecipherable look at breakfast was quite enough.

Still covered in sweat from basketball practice, Gakushuu went to wash up before studying. So when his father got home, he wouldn't have more ammunition than he already had.

After Gakushuu took out his soaked gear and put it in the laundry once he had cleaned up, he made to put his bag into another spot in his room when he heard a rattle coming from his bag. Puzzled, Gakushuu searched for the sound, finding it in the side pocket, however, he was unprepared for what he had found.

A black box (black chocolate box, his brain added) with a large black bow.

"Not another one," Gakushuu groans, in the safety of his room.

He sat down on the foot of his bed, box in hand, examining it, a larger box, than the others, and the colour…

"Who gives valentine chocolates in a black box?" Gakushuu asks, to the empty room, perplexed and a little annoyed.

His mind drifts, noting each person in his year and the older years, of who could have had the audacity of using a black box, when he remembers one girl, in particular, it couldn't be, could it? Definitely not, right? That slacker, why would she even do something like this. She sneered every time their eyes caught, she was the only one that he had no control over whatsoever and lets not forget, class was a nightmare with her during the beginning of the year before she had been transferred to D class.

"Even so, is this poisoned or is this her idea of a joke ?" Gakushuu debates out loud, going over any information he had on her, it was quite clear she had no feelings for him, so even if this wasn't a joke (which he pretty sure it was!), it was probably out of obligation.

Tentatively, the strawberry blonde opens the box and if the box itself wasn't much of a shock, what lay inside left him speechless. Putting the box on his bed, he marvelled at the dark chocolate with, (was that mint?!) filling. Moving to pick one up, his hand hit something metal cold. Gakushuu's eyes snap to the necklace that lay hidden by the chocolate treats.

A lone butterfly along with 3 roses of various size was on the circular pendant, in a purple not unlike his eyes. The pendant lay innocently on a vintage chain.

"What the Hell?!"

'She did not get me a necklace,' Gakushuu thinks despairingly 'is this her idea of a gag gift, why!'

"What tha- mmh,"

It would seem that in his distraction, Gakushuu had put one chocolate into his mouth. Which wasn't half bad actually. Huh, who would have thought Kunugigaoka's most troublesome delinquent was pretty good at making sweets.

STH

Gakushuu sat on his bed later that night, after studying and having dinner, pondering about her chocolates. What was he supposed to do? White Day was in a month. Should he? He remembered earlier, when he had first been given the first few batches that morning, he had sworn never to return the gesture to anyone who gave him chocolates.

Gakushuu doubted she wouldn't judge him. Knowing her if this was a joke than he'd be making a fool of himself. But on the other hand, if he gave her chocolates in return would she stay tight-lipped and if she gave him chocolates in the following year, he'd only have to give her chocolates the following year as well.

Whether the chocolates were a prank or obligation (or maybe even a dare) as he was not entertaining any other reason, would she do the same next year?

STH

Okay, was he seriously doing this? Gakushuu hid under the alcove and looked around. White Day was in full swing and alas this day for him was just as bad as Valentines. Many girls kept staring, watching, observing, it was starting to get very creepy and he lived with his father!

His female of interest, however, seemed to be avoiding him, she had done the same the day after Valentines as well, was White Day getting to her too? He had heard she had to break up a fight among a few girls, several times and had also fallen asleep in class.

Gakushuu made sure to stay hidden from his father's surveillance camera's as he made his way quickly down to his destination. This was going to be tricky. How had she gotten chocolates into his bag again?

It was when he had heard that another fight had started that he moved. He saw her dash across the courtyard. Whatever other students and the teacher say, and despite her own penchant of getting and causing trouble, she weeded out the bullies whether male or female and that got her quite the reputation, it was either hope or fear when she was around.

Quickly he dropped his box into her bag while everyone's attention was drawn and let out a controlled sigh. Making sure nobody was around and checking for cameras he made his way back to class. Lunch would soon end after all.

Gakushuu just wanted this day to be over.

STH

Karma shut the door of her bedroom, threw her bag on the floor and practically crashed on her bed, groaning. She was worn out, both physically and mentally. Physically, because she had to step in on a handful of catfights all day, she had the scratch marks to prove it, girls could be so jealous, can't they? Mentally, however, she didn't want to think, today was White Day and she really didn't want to think. It had drained her mentally, enough so that she had dozed off in class (and gotten in trouble for that but whatever).

Her mind stayed locked on a particular conversation she had overheard in the courtyard at lunch. Apparently, Asano hadn't reciprocated any girl's chocolates and there was also the rumour, he was never going to.

'Selfish jerk,' Karma thinks bitterly, promising herself that if she found a girl crying tomorrow, he was getting hell.

"Maybe it was for the best since this way he wasn't playing favourites," Karma finalises aloud, turning to bury her head into her many pillows.

A dull thud brought her out of her thoughts. Of something hitting the floor. Karma's mercury eyes widen. She got out of bed and knelt on the floor. A sleek black box had tumbled out of her bag and now sat guiltily on her rug.

'How?' Shocked, thought processers coming to an abrupt halt, Karma could barely comprehend what was happening, 'how did he?'

She had given the box, anonymously, how did he figure her out? Because there was no doubt in her mind, who this was from, how did he get it in her bag in the first place?!

"That bastard better not be playing me," Karma mutters, opening the box.

In the box lay several heart-shaped chocolate treats, but Karma's mercury-gold eyes were trained on one thing in particular. Nestled between the chocolates was a black and purple heart pendant on a black chain that was partially hidden by the chocolates. The inner part of the pendant was a dark purple with black rose and ribbon. The outer layer was black, stylised like lace. It was him.

"Why?" Karma whispered, confused to her empty room "Why me?"

Was he messing with her? Is that why? She really should have added something into the chocolates, she really should have. She didn't know how to deal with this. What was she supposed to do now? Ignoring him was an appealing thought.

Karma sat on her bed and inspected the chocolates. The treat was covered in hardened chocolate and she suspected they had a soft centre. The red-head bit her lip, should she eat them? She nods, steeling herself.

"They better taste good," the sadist says before putting one in her mouth.

Immediately she feels like sinking into her bed at the deliciousness that's enveloped her senses. Karma didn't care much for chocolates, she preferred strawberries, but this, this was better than okay.

Maybe next year she'll add wasabi into the chocolates, maybe, it all depends on what awaits her at school tomorrow.

Zahrah: How was that, I'm open to feedback as I'm still new at this

Lilith: Could use a little work

Angel: Lily she did well

Zahrah: I was talking to the readers, no seriously how did I do