Disclaimer: I do not own Assassination Classroom.
XX.
I woke up, tucked under my blanked and with a massive headache. I groaned. Being sick sucked.
I moved slowly into a sitting position, careful not to worsen my headache. Sitting like this for a while, I let my thoughts drift away.
For the first time in month, I was thinking about the whole 'reborn in a manga'-situation again. Ansatsu Kyoshitsu was it called, I remembered now. Or Assassination Classroom translated. I was sure it hadn't been completed, when I read it or at least followed it. So it was an open end to my already very spotty story line.
But... I could kind of predict, that it hadn't ended with Koro-sensei being killed normally. It was a shounen manga for crying out loud. There had to be some kind of dramatic or remotely peaceful ending. At least I hoped that.
Now... I concentrated on a very important thing.
*grumble*
I was hungry.
This sucked, this sucked sooo much. I was hungry and the only food my mother allowed me to eat was porridge. Not that I didn't like porridge, but I wanted something more satisfying.
''Sayo-chan, stop grumbling. You know, that it isn't good for your stomach to eat so heavy things right now. Eat up.''
I looked at the bowl of porridge in front of me. Right, I put a spoon into my mouth. But this still didn't stop me from complaining.
I felt ridiculous for behaving like a child, at the same time it was fun.
The sound of the door being opened could be heard. I looked at the clock. It was only five, so dad couldn't be coming home right now. It only left-
''Sayo!'' Karma sauntered into the kitchen. ''Hey, is everything okay again? Do you still have a headache? Fever? Stomach cramps? Dizziness? What about-''
''Karma,'' I interrupted him slowly. ''Did you take anything? I'm fine don't worry.''
His barrage of questions surprised me. He never really lost his calm. I noticed the frown on his face.
''Hey, I'm really alright. It's just a headache.'' I stood up to meet him. Karma hadn't even taken off his jacket. ''What has got you so agitated?''
Absentmindedly, my childhood friend took my hands.
''The octopus didn't let me go home to see you.'', he mumbled, running his thumbs across my palm. ''I had to sit there the whole time and wait for the lessons to end.''
''You know, that's how school normally goes.'' I chuckled, but then softened my voice. ''Thanks for worrying about me. I don't know what I have done to have such an amazing friend as you.''
This situation was ruined by the squealing of my mother. And her camera, she had taken a picture of us.
''You two are just too cute. Sayo-chan, your mother would be really pleased if you would go out with Karma-kun one day.''
I stared at her.
''Kaa-san!'' For once I let myself act the age I looked like. ''We're not! I'm-. Just- Please, please stop talking like that, kaa-san.''
I resisted the urge to hide my face behind my hands. Instead I turned around.
''Karma, tell her...'' I trailed off at his suspiciously red face. Oh my goodness... ''You know what? This is all just a fever dream and I'm not thinking about this. I'm going upstairs.''
I fled into my room, slamming the door close.
*thud*
The door upstairs closed with a loud crash. Karma could feel his entire face burning. Oh, why did that have to be now? He only wanted to know about Sayori's health and now this.
Pouting, he turned the source of their embarrassment.
''Kana-san~!'' he wailed. ''Why did you have to say that!? You know how Sayo reacts about jokes like that!''
''Ara, ara, Karma-kun.'' She chuckled. ''A mother has to ensure, that she's going to get grandchildren in the future.''
A strangled noise escaped Karma's mouth. Since when did he loose his cool so much? But... It was always like that when it concerned Sayori, he guessed. And... grandchildren, come on! That was way too fast for him.
''But she trusts you more than anyone else.'' The mother's voice had taken a softer edge. ''Don't worry about what I said. I'm just pulling your leg. And now-'' She made a shoving motion with her hand. ''Now go to her. The girl's still ill.''
Feeling kind of fuzzy, Karma went upstairs into the direction of Sayori's room. He had been worried about her the entire time, he had been in school, but that stupid octopus wouldn't have let him skip. He... he hadn't been able to concentrate anyway.
It was funny how he felt about Sayori. After their argument about class E, something had changed. Change was unavoidable and he did know exactly what had become different. But no matter what, he would always stand beside her.
She was after all his precious friend.
My head leaned against the door of my bedroom. That had been embarrassing and amusing, if I thought about it again. My mother was telling me to get hooked up with my childhood friend. A rather crude way to look at this, but it lifted my mood.
My face felt warm. I wasn't outright blushing, but I could feel the heat pooling in my cheeks.
My mind was in a state of chaos.
Why, just why did my mother have to mention that? I could have lived without the confirmation of my childhood friend having a crush on me. On top my mentally 20 years younger childhood friend.
Because, I did not need that. I wanted this little friendship to last and not become so awfully awkward and distanced. I could just play it off as a simple trick of light or just the heat of the moment, but the signs were there. The sometimes intent look on his face, longer than necessary touches and just the fucking blushing. Karma wasn't one for blushing. He hadn't been blushing, when Bitch-sensei had done her little, lewd show. But he blushed at the times, when I was doing something even slightly suggestive. Not concerning others, just me.
I couldn't lie to myself. I didn't want to, not anymore.
At the same time, I was afraid. Karma was my best friend, my very first friend in this life. He kept me grounded when I didn't know anymore, who I was. When I was just lost between the person I had been and the one I was now.
Why? Just fucking why did puberty have to be such a pain in an ass? I wanted to be angry at Karma, but I couldn't. He wasn't at fault how he felt and maybe it would be just a phase. Someday, it would be gone and I wouldn't have to worry about his crush anymore.
The floor was cold. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to sit here, while being sick.
Someone knocked at the door.
''Sayo? Can I come in? I won't bite, promise.'' This brought a smile to my lips. I should stand up and go to open the door or at least attempt to, but instead I waited.
''Sayo?''
''Yes, right away. Just wait a bit.'' I finally stood up and opened the door. I saw Karma's worried face first. He would get early wrinkles if he continued to do that. Hah, and calling me old hag.
''Finally, I was already thinking you wouldn't let me in. Are you-''
''Stop having a crush on me.'' Well... Nobody could accuse me of being not straightforward enough.
Karma made a stupefied face.
''...what? Wait! What are you-? How do you know that?''
''Well, aside from the fact, that you just confirmed it for me, you are way too obvious.'' I just bulldozed on. ''I don't know how many times I've seen you look so intently at me. Or how much you blush. Or your recent behavior.''
I could see the color crawling across Karma's skin. Now I felt bad. I shook my head. I was going to tell him to stop, whether he liked it or not. I was not the right choice for him. He could easily get a better girl with less mental issues.
''You should stop.'' I mumbled, face turned downwards.
''What exactly?'' His voice resounded somewhere near my ear.
''You know what. I'm- I'm just going to give you problems and you know exactly why.'' And he was probably the only one who knew about my... reincarnation. I was still confused about Koro-sensei, but I had more important things to deal with.
Namely the stubborn expression of my childhood friend in front of me.
''No.''
''Why?'' He had refused. Why would he do that? Didn't he see, that continuing this would only hurt him?
Love was a difficult subject for me. Really, what should I please do with a two decades older mindset and a not matching body? I didn't matter, that it was just a simple crush. It was enough to make me panic.
I didn't want to hurt him.
''I don't know why.'', he told me truthfully. ''I just don't want to stop. I kind of like you, yes. In a more romantic way than before, but it won't simply stop.''
This was a bold declaration and both of us realized that. I flush crept up my face, while Karma's simply stayed red. Damn all those feelings. I hated being so unstable, so uncertain.
''I'm not going to act towards it if it makes you uncomfortable, but I like this feeling. It makes me... happy, I guess. And it's just a crush. Of a hormonal driven teenager as you like to call it. If you don't want it... I will wait. You worry too much.''
I hit his chest.
''Ouch! My poor heart. Is that a rejection?'' His tone was playful, but his posture was tense.
I took a deep breath.
''Okay.'' I could do that. Just let this play out. He had promised not to do anything if I didn't want this. The feeling of panic and fear still didn't want to go away. I concentrated on my breathing pattern
In. Out. In. Out.
''I'm not- not going to like you, Karma. Not anytime soon. I don't want to have anyone like that. Not at this moment.'' I rubbed my arms. Why did this have to be so difficult? ''I don't want to give you any false hope and before I'll feel the same way as you, you probably won't...''
He grabbed my hands again. Touch. It made me overly conscious about all of this.
''Okay, but... It won't be gone, Sayo. Someday, when you are ready, just tell me. This will work out.''
I nodded, took a deep breath again and let the situation sink in fully.
We weren't fighting, which was good. Things probably wouldn't go awkward and in a way, I could live with this.
''Now, Sayo. Go and rest. You are sick.'' Karma's voice was soothing to my somewhat overworked mind. I should do that. ''Come on.''
He led me to my bed. Seeing, that I didn't make a move to climb in he sighed.
''Like a child...'' he grumbled. He sounded fond. It reminded of the conversation just now.
''Shut up, I'm going. Don't rush.''
''Yeah, yeah.'' He rolled his eyes. ''The class tells you to get well soon. They were worried.''
''Idiot, that's something you should say sooner,'' I said, as I vanished under my quilt. It was astounding how easily we slipped back into our old pattern. Maybe-
''So what? It didn't seem so important to me.''
''Ass.''
''I'm hurt, Sayo. Why would you call me that?''
I felt my eyes drop slowly.
''Because you are.''
''How mean.''
''Hey Karma?'' I called his name.
''Yes?''
''Stay with me,'' I made this selfish wish and would probably always want that, even if I didn't return his feelings. I wanted him to stay with me in this life and if possible the next one after.
''Got it. Don't worry, I'll never leave you alone.''
Satisfied with his answer, I hummed and finally let myself drift into the soft clutches of sleep. Maybe everything wouldn't change so much.
I stayed home the next day, since it was Saturday anyway, so just half a day of lessons missed. I could afford missing a day of school, just that wretched homework was going to be a bother.
By now I was just having slight dizzy spells and headaches, but my mom insisted me staying home and I didn't really want to go to school.
I passed the time with reading whatever I could find. Somewhere between I had started to reread my old mangas. The irony, I was in a manga story and read manga there. But it wasn't a story for me anymore, I guess.
My weekend actually passed quite fast with Karma and mom trying to stuff me with their food. Apparently, they were doing something like an unofficial cooking showdown and I was judge. Fine by me, I liked the food.
The choice was difficult, Karma was my childhood friend and my mother... Well, it explained itself. I still chose Karma. It didn't have anything to do with how he was looking at me with puppy eyes. Not a thing.
At least my mom wasn't mad at me for choosing Karma's dishes. I would still be eating at home.
Monday was school assembly. Which we had to attend to, just to mention and Karma was too darn lazy to go. But I dragged him there anyway. Screw the feeling crap, I didn't want to go to the main building without him. Firstly, it didn't hold any good memories and secondly, I would be probably seeing Asano again. He was always so difficult to deal with, since our world views clashed in more than just one way.
Also, I hated the way to the main campus. It was difficult to go that way and I somehow always managed to kiss the floor. It was probably thanks to Karma, that I actually didn't take a swim in the river – in contrast to Okajima, who seemed to be our shield for everything.
I pitied him.
Then again, he was a pervert and openly read porn.
*flop*
''Ah! Fuck!''
''Sayo, you alright? This was the fifth time.'' He caught me by the arm when I tripped over a root.
''Yeah, shut up. I hate this path. The way to the classroom is way more pleasant. The chairman has nothing better to do than torture us poor students, does he,'' I grumbled through whole journey. Karma was more subdued, more watching out, so that I didn't hurt myself.
Still, he laughed at me cartwheeling through the fall and still landing in some puddle.
''Hey! Wait for me!'' The sight of a blond foreigner running in heels, in all possible things, through the forest was quite a sight. ''No one told me that we're having a class trip during lunch.''
''Well, Jelabitch-sensei. You are the one, who was too slow.'' Interestingly, our class had begun to call the assassin Jelavic instead of Bitch-neesan, which may have been partly my fault. Though... their pronunciation still made it sound like Jela-Bitch.
One hella bitch, I guess.
''...Karma, do me a favor and hit me.'' My friend looked at me weirdly, before heeding my request. He punched me softly. I was not impressed.
Back to the name. Some still called her Bitch with the suffix for teacher, so Bitch-sensei. ...Which actually gained more popularity in time.
Now, sweaty and exhausted we stood before the gym building. Isogai let the class rest a bit before we would face the show. This was the second assembly of the year. The first being the opening ceremony.
''Come on, guys. Let's go in, before the others begin.'' Various choruses of agreement answered him and we moved again, but leaving the still recovering Jelavic-sensei behind.
At opening the doors of the gym hall, we were greeted with the sight of a disorganized mob of students, looking at us with so condescending expressions, that I wanted to punch all of them.
...Or just rig the place for a prank. Maybe I should do that. My fingers itched for it.
At the ceremony we had to stand according to the role call list, which meant Karma at the front and me at the bottom. And it was so freaking annoying so, out of stubbornness, I was going to stand at the front, instead of being one of the lasts in line.
''Good work, Nagisa. Must be difficult to come all the way down here.'' The voices of ugly and uglier ripped me out my thoughts.
Nagisa looked troubled at them. As far as I knew, those two had been in his class. I vaguely remembered them running away from me. Perfect.
I stepped beside Nagisa.
''We wouldn't think of depriving you scumbags of our wonderful presence. It was really a displeasure of seeing you.'' I turned to Nagisa. ''Come on, let's stand with the others.''
The two bullies looked as if they were frozen in place. Huh, I've never known, that I was that intimidating. Maybe Karma had done something in the background.
We both moved towards our class and I took my place beside Karma, right at the front. Not that anyone would say something, but I still apologized to my classmates.
When everyone had finally settled down, the principal began to speak. An old man in the end of his fifties, maybe he was younger, but that bald head of his didn't make him look younger.
''A good morning to all of you. I want to say a few words of introduction for today's assembly. In short, all of you are the elites, selected from the best of the best nationwide. As your principal, I can guarantee it.'' I snorted. Way to pump their ego. ''...Still, don't let your pride overrun you. We don't want you to end like a certain group of individuals, do we? We have all seen where negligence leads us.'' By now all eyes were on us.
This method was despicable. Simply exclude one group and ruin their future to let others succeed. Class E never stood a chance against this treatment. It was almost as if it was already decided.
As on cue all students burst into laughter. I still held my head high, but the moral of my classmates had visibly dropped. The student council began to set up something for their presentation, but I stopped paying attention to them. For one Karasuma-sensei had entered the hall and second, I could feel somebody staring at me. I looked around to find out who it was.
I was interrupted by an incoming Karasuma, who was leaning dangerously close to Nakamura and Hinamori. It was almost comical how panicked Karasuma-sensei looked. I stood on my toes to see, what was going on. Damn height, why was I a midget again?
As far as I could see, Nakamura and Hinamori had taken out something glittering. Were those... their knife cases? I could understand, why our teacher would panic so much. My class wasn't exactly trying to keep the secret of our assassination. A rumor passed through the hall at this spectacle. The other students were muttering something about our teacher.
''He's handsome. Why don't we have teachers like that?''
''Yeah, all guys and teachers are ugly as hell in our school.''
I smirked slightly. This was so amusing. Yes, let the other students feel class E being superior. This was just too good to be true. I may be enjoying it too much, but really we were treated like scum by the other classes.
I was aware that it would have consequences, but for now I couldn't care less. Class E wasn't supposed to be better than the other classes. They were supposed to be everything, that a student shouldn't be. Inferior to all of them, a simple disgrace and, the most important thing, not happy.
During my train of thoughts, Jelavic-sensei had appeared and was suffocating Nagisa with her breasts.
I facepalmed. Maybe calling her Bitch-sensei was more accurate than her actual name. Was she actually aware, that things like that were, for the lack of a better word, weird. Probably yes, but people in her profession most likely didn't care about that. Mental issues and coping mechanism.
...I probably wasn't the one to talk. Hahaha...
I could feel the stare again. Frowning, I looked around to find the person, who was doing that. It was so distracting.
''Sayo, everything okay?'' came the concerned question from Karma.
''Yeah, I just feel somebody staring at me.'' I rubbed my neck sheepishly.
''You know; it's could be practically the whole school. They aren't exactly fond of you from what I heard.''
''What? What do you mean?'' I tilted my head in question, my loose hair falling to the side with that action. Maybe I should cut it...
''...Don't tell me you forgot, that you practically tyrannized all students at the end of the year to get into class E.''
I snapped my fingers.
''Right! There had been something.'' I had totally forgotten about that. Now I could understand the two, who had been trying to bully Nagisa.
I felt a bit giddy. Right, I had a reputation. That meant, I just had to make a prank.
I began plotting.
Somewhere I still had a few buckets of paint in the building and let's see... Wire, itching powder and stink bombs.
''Karma?'' I asked him sweetly.
''Yes?'' He took a wary step back.
''How about we bring some action into this boring meeting?''
The answer I got was a devilish smile. So we plotted in a foreign language so that no one would understand. It was a mix of German, French and a bit of English, when we didn't really know how to phrase things, for the other to understand.
Somewhere in between, the suddenly appearing Koro-sensei had given us some printouts for the student council's event, that had not been given to our class at first. Freshly copied by hand, each one. Amazing what a creature at the speed of Mach 20 could do.
For that, Karma and I decided, the itching powder would definitely be used.
The progress of the whole assembly was certainly amusing. Since Koro-sensei was here, Jelavic-sensei had been trying to stab him, which didn't sit well with Karasuma-sensei, who had been already nervous from the yellow octopus' entrance. Our P.E. teacher lead the blond assassin out of the hall.
All of that let the class break out in a fit of laughter. It was certainly good to hear them laugh. Koro-sensei was good for all of them. Whether they admitted it or not.
After the assembly ended Karma and I rigged the cafeteria. We made sure, that the camera was not watching our position and set up our timed paint/itching powder bomb. This was going to be fun!
Our school was very well secured. I had the blue print of the building taken from the library, which was somehow dumb to put it there. Well, their loss. The position of several cameras had been slightly altered to before, which had Karma and me calculating the angles they guarded. Lots of headaches.
I let Karma go back first, since I still had to go to the toilet. He wanted to wait for me, which I declined. I was a big girl and could find the way back alone. He was going to wait anyway at the start of the trail.
Stepping outside the toilet, I could feel the stare again. Well... He or she was going to come out now, at least I hoped that.
''Hey, Stalker-san! Would you please show yourself?'' Footsteps clacked against the floor. Mmmh, quite firm and more heavy, so probably a boy. I had a hunch, who it could be.
''I'm certainly not a stalker, Kitani-san.'', answered me the chairman's son.
''Are you sure, Asano-san? You've been watching me a lot today.'' I smiled at him. ''Well, how are you, Asano-san? We haven't seen each other for at least two months.''
''Well, of course I would look at you, Kitani-san, when I haven't seen you so long.'' ...Was he trying to flirt with me? Weird. ''I have been well in your absence. Maybe even better than before.''
I had to grin at that. Yes, that was better.
''Of course you would be,'' I purred out. ''I guess, everything I colored is now normal again?''
He gritted his teeth at that.
''Yes,'' he answered tersely, his right eye doing the funny twitching thing I had come to associate him with.
''Good. Now... What did you want?''
He let all formalities drop.
''Come back to class A.''
''No,'' was my immediate reaction. Why was he asking me that? What for a reason did he have to do this? ''Why are you telling me to do that? You should know, that it is pointless. I'm not leaving class E, especially not without Karma.''
''You deserve better than E class. Your potential is wasted there.'' I let out a barking laugh. This was ridiculous.
''My potential is wasted in this entire school. As well is yours. We both could easily skip till university level. You know that very well.'' He was startled by my abrupt laugh, but I continued. ''No, I'm not coming back. I don't know how it could profit you in any way, when I would be here again, but it doesn't matter because I won't.''
Asano looked kind of shaken, which he quickly covered up with annoyance. I wonder, didn't his father teach him how to manipulate people? He always seemed to have problems dealing with me. As I did with him, but that didn't matter now.
''I see. I would really appreciate it if you gave coming back to class A some consideration. But-'' He was cut off by some familiar arms slinging around my shoulders.
''Nah, Sayo won't come back. Don't you know, it's rude not to listen to a lady?'' The redhead sounded annoyed.
''Karma.'' I was surprised. ''What are you doing here?''
''You took too long, so I got bored. Then I saw you with him.'' He jutted out a thumb at Asano.
''Yeah, he watched me today the whole time. Isn't that creepy?'' I pitched my voice higher to sound scared.
''Oh, did Asano turn into a stalker?''
''That's exactly what I thought!''
A large tick mark emerged from Asano's temple.
''I am not a stalker,'' he gritted out. Guys were honestly so easy to aggravate.
''Sure. If you would excuse us? We still have school.'' And Karma lead us out of the school building, not waiting for a reply. He still hadn't let go off my shoulder and was gripping it slightly tighter than needed. We didn't speak until we were at the beginning of the forest trail to our school building.
''Karma, the others-''
''Don't go back there.'' He had stopped walking and stood now directly before me. I furrowed my brows.
''Why would I? I already told him clearly, that I wouldn't go.''
''Yeah, sorry.'' He looked away from me. ''I only heard that bit he said. I'm kind of annoyed, that he asked you that.''
''Don't worry. I won't go back there. Not without you anyway. And this whole assassin thing is way too much fun to give it up.'' Feeling the need to reassure him, I wrapped my arms around him in a loose hug. ''The main building sucks anyway.''
I felt his arms coming to return the hug.
''Thanks.''
''Don't mention it.''
We stayed like this for a while. I enjoyed Karma's hug. Normally, I shied away from any way of physical touch. It made me overly conscious about my body and reminded me about the wrongness I sometimes felt. This felt... natural. Something, that I could actually enjoy.
*whistle*
''Wow, Karma. Never took you for someone like that.''
''How cute!''
''Guys... That's rude.''
''Come on, we waited long enough.''
There was a flash of light. I let go of Karma to look, but he didn't. I looked up to him.
''Karma, let go. I want to look.''
''Please? Just a little bit longer?'' he pleaded.
''...Okay.'' I let him continue to hug me. Why he was suddenly so affectionate was beyond me.
A big shadow suddenly loomed above us. I could see the yellow tentacles slithering out of a big academic dress. Ah, Koro-sensei was here.
''Karma-kun, Sayori-kun, you should let go of each other now. We have to go back to the classroom.''
''Don't wanna,'' Karma said childishly, his breath tickling my ear.
''Well, that leaves me no choice-'' Our teacher gently separated us and rose me up with his tentacles. ''Karma-kun, since you don't want to leave Sayori-kun, I will take her to the classroom. I hope you will follow us.''
And off we went.
I looked from our teacher to the people beneath us and my clock. Oh, the bomb would explode in any minute.
*boom*
We had made sure, that it would be loud during the explosion. Not shockingly loud, but loud. Awesome, hopefully the other students would get the reminder not to look down on class E.
I probably should think about something else, like my teacher lifting me through the air again or Karma's weird behavior. I settled on my teacher. Karma was confusing me nowadays too much.
''So Koro-sensei.'', I started, once we were on firm ground again. ''Why did you just kidnap me?''
''Just for fun, Sayori-kun. I also took the liberty to style your hair during the flight. The air messed it all up.'' He held a mirror in front of me. My hands hovering above the mirror frame, I took it after a moment of contemplating. Even with my acceptance of the situation, I still rather disliked mirrors and no matter how many years would pass, it would probably not change.
What I saw was rather stunning. My dark-bluish hair had been put into an elegant braid, which was adored with small pins and a ribbon to hold the whole structure together
''Is there anything you can't do, sensei?''
''Well, look into the future is one thing, that I'm not capable of.'' That didn't mean that he couldn't predict accurately, but at least he was honest.
''Where would be the fun in that? Surprises are more interesting anyway.''
''Exactly, Sayori-kun. Now, please tell me about your love life with Karma.'' He took out a book. ''I want to know every detail you-''
''You fucking piece of shit!'' I tried to stab him with my anti-sensei knife. My cheeks were uncomfortably heated. ''Don't tell me you just took me for that!''
''Well.''*dodge*''I wanted to-''*dodge*''-know more about''*dodge*''-that interesting development.''
I continued to chase him around the field, feeling embarrassed. Why did everyone have to mention it?
Panting, I began to curse at him. He was going to do that old-fashioned thing of scrubbing my mouth with soap one day. A rather funny picture formed in my mind, only to be tossed aside to come up with creative insults.
''Ah, yes!? You are so fucking nosy, you damn, perverted octopus. Don't you have anything better to do? And what was that comment with me being an intelligent woman? I'm clearly a girl and not an old hag! Don't involve me with your weird fantasies, you mutated piece of an ocean creature!'' At the end of my rant I was exhausted. I could feel my hair style still intact, which was expected from one of sensei's works. The man(?) didn't do things half-assed.
He stopped before me, seemingly to mock me.
''Nurufufufufu, as your teacher of course I want to know what is going on in the life of my students.''
''Great, another stalker,'' I said, thinking of Asano.
''And I did not mean to insult you with calling you a woman. Sayori-kun, you are clearly more mature than most of your peers, even if you like to let yourself loose. I see the age of a person, when I look into their eyes.'' Stopping in tracks, I stared at the suddenly looming figure of my teacher. Desperately I wished I had heard wrong.
''What?'' I asked faintly.
''Don't worry, Sayori-kun. I will not pry. It is your secret to keep.''
Not knowing what to say, I slumped down to the floor.
Shit.
''...Thanks. Please, don't mention it to anyone.''
''I won't.''
We dissolved into silence, giving me time to deal with this rather uncomfortable revelation.
''Sayori-kun?''
''Yes, sensei?''
''Would you allow me to style your hair differently? I thought of something, that would suit you more.'' He could not be serious, could he? A minute ago, I had been chasing him with a knife. Without a word, I nodded. It was probably a way to give myself some time and for him to do something productive.
It was also unexpectedly relaxing.
That's how my classmates found us. Sensei looming above me, changing my hair every minute, into something else. A heavy breathing Karma looked at me, twitching.
''Not a word Karma or I'm going to strangle you,'' I found myself telling him with a weary sigh. In our current lifestyle it was impossible to find any rhyme or reason for anything strange happening.
''Right... Would you excuse me? I have an octopus to kill.'' And just when Koro-sensei had settled on one style, he moved back. Just in time to evade Karma's blade.
The class watched as Karma was running after a yellow blob, each second seemingly being a victim of sensei's fetish for maintenance.
''Could we go to the classroom now? It's Bitch-sensei's lesson anyway.''
''Stop calling me Bitch-sensei!''
She got no reply, but everyone moved eventually to the school building. In a way it was better to leave those two alone now and let them work out, whatever they were doing now.
Men were weird, that was honestly my opinion.
Chapter 20! I'm proud to have come so far.
This chapter was almost purely self-indulgent and also my first attempt on romance. Tell what you think about this, I'm really unsure.
Feel free to skip the rant.
My homeroom teacher was the Secret Santa of my seating neighbour and he was my teacher's. We have some kind of tradition to write a poem discribing the person, we pulled. In my teacher's poem he praised me for being smart. Really flattering, but I did not really understand what for he needed it in the poem.
Also, a friend of mine confronted me about my apprehension to touch. I was kind of pissed at him for that and it made me uncomfortable.
Did you read the latest chapter? Karma and Nagisa were awesome.
Thanks to MysteryAsia, who left so many reviews and The RoseShadow21, SilverSapphire34523, , potato man, Meilinfan and DeceivingAura for their reviews to the last chapter.
As always thanks to everyone, who reviewed, favorised, followed and read Raven. I'm really grateful.
I wish all of you a Merry Christmas.
-Yuki
