These are just random scenarios I just thought of, some are not in paragraph form, more like they are in their drafts form.
Also spoiler warning(? question mark bc I'm still unsure whether to make this as a full fic again haha), lore
(Basically no one:
Absolutely no one:
Tenma: It's Karma's fault isn't it/This is Karma's doing istg)
It was when Fei made a surprise visit to Raimon with Wandaba and an invention on the former's hands, a circular device the size of a hand with various buttons (the settings, Fei explained) and a round big button in the middle with thin strips of rectangular lights on the sides, lighting up to let the user know that it is turned on, that could turn any object to how it was like minutes, years, or seconds earlier.
Wandaba enthusiastically demonstrated how it functions by pulling out an apple and then biting it. There, a half-eaten apple is displayed. Fei points the device at the apple and operates a few buttons before pressing the middle, round button, exactly five minutes later. A green light emerges from the machine as it completely engulfed the half-eaten apple, which abruptly changed to how it had looked five minutes earlier, before it had been eaten. However, the effects were only temporary, lasting exactly 5 minutes before the apple looked half-eaten again.
Basically, how long it lasts depends on how much time it was reverted to its form seconds, minutes or years earlier.
No one knows how, or what happened because of how it was happening so fast. It was during when they were playing around with the time-reverting machine when they're beloved captain, Matsukaze Tenma, accidentally got hit with the beam of light that was emitted from said machine, reverting to how he was when he was attending Junior High.
Not only was his physical body was reverted, but also his memories.
They didn't know that it included his personality.
"Noisy."
The people around the indoor field stills, the once panicking atmosphere and noises now silenced from the unfamiliar yet familiar voice.
Unfamiliar because of the slightly cold tone accompanied with a sleepy one.
The previously unconscious Tenma, that was placed on the bleachers groggily gets up then brings a hand on his head as if supporting it from a headache. His clothes were loose because of how his body physically reverted back.
When Tenma became conscious, his eyes still closed, he expects to see either Koro-sensei reprimanding him for falling asleep in class again, or Sugino waking him up to tell him that classes has ended, or Bitch-sensei teaching English with having the class to recite yet another lines that are similar to "you are incredible in bed" when he opens his eyes but he noticed how he is not sitting, but rather, he is laying down.
Did he pass out during PE training with Karasuma-sensei? That's odd, it's rare for him to pass out, the only times he did is when he'd work his ass off to studying either out of spite or during his free time, sometimes as a coping mechanism and it occasionally leaves him with a nosebleed.
But instead of feeling the grassy ground or the concrete or a futon from the Class E's infirmary, he feels metallic and cold texture underneath his hands when he moves them a little. Making that movement, his head suddenly hurt. What the heck?
It's like his skull is threatening to break, or it was as if someone is plunging a screwdriver into his skull to his brain.
The noises around him didn't help either. Feeling cranky and oddly way too sleepy than usual—Oh no did I stay up all night again? Aki-nee's gonna throw a fit! a part of him thinks but the other is that he couldn't bring himself to care at the moment, his future self will handle the problem—he couldn't help but to say out loud, "Noisy."
The noises around him silenced and whatever movement he sensed stilled. That's one thing he's grateful for. Getting up, he brings his hand up to hold his head, supporting it and easing the pain. When he opens his eyes, his vision blurs for a moment before it clears.
Tenma hums in confusion when he notices that he is sitting on bleachers, and they are colored blue. Is he in the Main Building? No, the Main Building's bleachers aren't like this, they're white as a sheet and clearly brighter than his future.
He looks around, moving his head side to side, noting that this place is very much unfamiliar to him.
"This isn't Kunugigaoka." Tenma says, knowing that it's the obvious. His body felt heavy, as well as his head. Sensing a lot of eyes boring onto him, he once again looks to his left and there he sees a field. Looks like this is an indoor field judging by how he is inside some sort of building and on the field were multiple different teenagers ranging from different heights and colored hairs.
He noticed how they're wearing different jerseys and uniform, though they all carry the same emblem. He couldn't see it clearly, however.
What is this place?
Where is he?
Is he being pranked right now? The last thing he remembers was being on his seat at Class E, with Koro-sensei giving them yet another assignment of poems about tentacles.
Now, a part of him wonders why Koro-sensei is so invested in tentacles, but then again he is an octopus so no surprise there.
"Tenma?" One of them reluctantly spoke, coming from a neon (is it neon? The color sure is very light) green haired... bunny?
What the heck?
His vision blurs again.
How the heck did they know his name? Clearly he doesn't remember meeting any of them as far as he knows.
A familiar feeling of dread and fear pools his stomach and weighing on his legs, thinking, oh god please no this isn't what I think it is. He tries to make different reasons on why or how he ended up in this foreign place.
He's being pranked, right? Right? The only prankster he knows is none other than Karma Akabane.
But the logical side to him says that Karma couldn't possibly just suddenly ask a bunch of strangers to participate in this 'prank'.
His head is pounding now.
Combined with his internal panic, fatigue feeling and sleepiness doesn't make things better.
He narrows his eyes. "Tsk." He couldn't help but to tut, feeling annoyed. But to what? Maybe this is just him being cranky, is this how Terasaka feels?
(Everyone in the field aside from Tenma visibly flinched when he suddenly looks at them with narrowed eyes as if they were nuisances before tutting. What is this sudden attitude?! They couldn't help but scream in their heads in disbelief, others visibly shown it though.
Not to mention that there is this... somewhat gloomy aura around him, and it could rival Tsurugi's. Scratch that, it could overpower Tsurugi's!
They were all flabbergasted to say the least for they didn't expect their sunshine captain to be all... moody.
There are times where they'd catch him doing or witness questionable things [such as why would he carry spicy wassabi everywhere?], but let's ignore that.)
Before Tenma could get side-tracked, he reminds himself that he is in a middle of a predicament.
Is he kidnapped? Probably. But that'd be impossible, he literally was in class filled with assassins in training (including him) and three assassins, just one of them is not human just a few... who knows how long ago.
Well, whatever, he doesn't know these people and doesn't know where he is so being kidnapped seems to be the only answer.
But how?
Aahhh, his body feels so heavy now and his throat dry as every swallow he did hurts.
Tenma forces himself to lift his finger, pointing at the strangers who are clearly older than him by a few years, ignoring how they stiffened with bated breath as if waiting on what he'll do.
"My teachers are scary," Tenma begins, deciding that he should try testing his 'intimidation' with his captors and maybe try to figure out how to escape from here. He can't feel his phone on him, but what he can feel was the knife on his thigh and his pistol (armed with BB's of course) strapped and hidden on his hip.
Thank god his captors did not take out his weapons that he always carries with him.
But what he is not grateful for was that he could feel it coming; this all too familiar feeling of a certain something.
Well he better make this quick then on whatever the hell he is doing. His brain feels all mushy so he can't exactly control himself at the moment.
"So I'm either going to sue you guys for kidnapping me and changing my clothes without my consent or I'm gonna call my teachers on you," Tenma continues, and by the end of his sentence, as if on cue, something trickles down his nose. And there it is.
Maintaining a very calm demeanor despite the black spots invading his vision, he lastly added, "As soon as I wake up."
Matsukaze Tenma then proceeds to pass out on the spot with blood trickling down from his nose and possibly getting the blood everywhere the moment his body falls to the ground between the two sets of bleachers causing an uproar and screams of panic.
—
"You're supposed to deflect that," Kariya says after recovering from the surprise with how his captain-but-not-captain-at-the-moment, Tenma, with blue earphones plugged in his ears, easily dodges the soccer ball that was flying towards him at an immense speed like it's nothing.
"Huh?"
"What do you mean, 'huh?' By kicking it or something, obviously."
"Oh... Sorry, I thought it was a bullet for a second." Tenma smiles sheepishly causing Kariya to blink, stunned at what he said.
"Wha— How did you confuse a soccer ball to a bullet? Also, why do you sound like as if you dodge bullets on a daily basis?" Kariya questions in disbelief, his question made Tenma to stiffen a little as if he had said something wrong to which the former caught on.
Junior High Tenma only tilts his head to the side, arching a brow and looks at Kariya with the most innocent and confused expression with his lips pursed softly. "Hm?" He hums, and Kariya could swear he saw a question mark appearing from Tenma's head when the latter lifted his palms to the side and shrugged.
Kariya's eyebrow twitches as he then points an accusing finger at the brunette. "Stop using the 'I have no idea what you're talking about' pose when on the contrary you actually do!"
"But I seriously don't, Kariya-senpai." Tenma fights the urge to smile.
"Oi!"
I like to think that, since, in this fic, Tenma has or developed Kinetic Sight/Vision when he used to be a soccer player (spoilers, he retired as one during JH) and played as one for a year and a half. And, as what you have read in the second chapter, Presence, it was revealed that Fifth Sector has apparently taken over Kunugigaoka then replaced the coaches and some players in the soccer club and trained those said players, including Tenma, thoroughly in their own FS ways; meaning, training them past their limits.
When he participated in the assassination classroom, both his kinetic vision and reflexes were developed even more (excuse the grammar omg).
"Also, why do you sound like as if you dodge bullets on a daily basis?" Poor boy does. I HC that Tenma tends to accidentally ("At this point, I don't think this is a coincidence anymore, I think the universe really wants me to drop dead on the floor." - Brought to you by Tired Tenma) get himself in a middle of a crossfire (shooting/flying BB's) whereas some of his classmates in 3-E would make their assassination attempt to Koro-sensei.
—
"Tenma..."
"Nn..."
"Tenma."
"No..."
"Matsukaze Tenma if you do not get up right now—"
"Don't wannaaaaa...!" Tenma whined, weakly thrashing around Sangoku and Kurumada's hold, both holding Tenma up by each of his elbows.
"Stop sulking and do something productive for once." Kurumada sighed when Tenma starts kicking his feet, though it's in a lazy manner.
"I'm not sulking. I was just laying around." Tenma retorted.
"It's the same thing."
"No, it's not."
"Were you always this lazy?" He was only answered by a muffled whine.
This time, it is Sangoku's turn to sigh. "Why not play soccer?"
As expected, Tenma scowls once more. "No." He answers with droopy eyes, clearly showing disinterest but the two senpais could see a glint of hesitation.
Ever since Tenma was reverted into his third-year JH self, the first time they see and hear Tenma blatantly refusing to play soccer, it shocked all the soccer club members.
When asked why, Tenma either deflects that question or bluntly replied that, "I can be uncooperative most of the time, so, no, I don't think I want to answer that."
Currently, despite that Tenma's answer was expected, Kurumada and Sangoku couldn't help but to wince.
"And why not?"
Tenma turns to Sangoku then looks at him dead in the eye before answering. "I'm retired and burnt out. Now if you excuse me, I'll go back to 'sulking'."
Before any could question, Tenma went limp afterwards much to the senpais' disbelief.
—
Aki-nee consfiscated my textbooks again... Tenma inwardly sighs in despair as he zips his backpack close. I could always head to the library but that would risk people seeing me. It's still unbelievable that time travel or something actually exists but then again I have an octopus teacher. Plus, Hissatsu and Kenshin exist too, so I really shouldn't be surprised...
After a few moments of staring at the backpack (as if hoping that if he opens it again, textbooks would miraculously appear and he would resume his self advanced study again but he knew that it's not gonna happen), an idea pops in his head when he senses Shindou passing by behind him as a grin appears on his face.
Time to put Bitch-sensei's tactics to use!
Quickly, he whirls around and runs straight towards his senpai and plops himself on his back, much to Shindou's surprise who staggers but managed to keep himself standing.
"Tenma, what are you doing?" Shindou questions only to feel arms snaking around his waist, hugging him completely.
"Shindou-senpai, have I ever tell you that you're amazing?"
Shindou cranes his neck to look down at Tenma behind him as he raises his brow in suspicion. Where did that suddenly came from?
"A lot of times, yes," Shindou replies nonetheless however his suspicion grew.
Tenma gives a beaming smile and oh god why is his eyes suddenly so damn sparkly, "Really? You must be really that amazing then!"
Shindou declares to hinself that he does not like where this is going and he doesn't want to know but he somehow couldn't help but to put his guard down. And so, he replies back with a smile and chuckled softly as he shifts his position, now facing Tenma, who is still hugging him, before saying a quick thank you.
Meanwhile with Tenma, his eyes narrows a little and Shindou didn't notice the strange glint in those greyish-blue pupils.
Now let's go in for the kill.
"S— Shindou-senpai..." Tenma begins as he slowly takes his hands off from his senpai's waist, trails them to Shindou's arms (making sure that his fingertips give feathery touches on the skin) until he reaches his hands.
Tenma then gently grabs both of Shindou's hands, clasping them and bringing them together just inches away from the former's chest. This action surprised Shindou, and the sight caused Tenma's mental smile to grin wider.
"Can I..." Tenma begins, now looking up to Shindou with big doe sparkly eyes and a slight curl of his lips as flower and soft lights—where the hell did that comes from—effects suddenly surround the brunette. "Borrow your textbooks, please?"
Shindou's lips parted a little, staring at Tenma wide-eyed, and he could feel his face heating up. He stood still, unmoving.
Why is he suddenly so adorabl— Shindou quickly cuts the illegal mental thought off before he could finish.
He should say no.
But...
Shindou stares at Tenma's doe eyes that were sparkling as light suddenly swirls around them causing his greyish-blue eyes to become impossibly brighter.
It suddenly feels wrong to refuse.
He grits his teeth, trying to resist but how could he when Tenma looks up to him so innocently and hopeful?
A few moments go by and Tenma is aware of Shindou's inner turmoil. He could feel the latter shaking, trying to compose himself.
Tenma giggles once more internally, this time deviously, It's best if you give in, Shindou-senpai~
As if on cue, Shindou gulped then stopped shaking. With a defeated sigh, he said, "Sure."
Tenma mentally gives himself a pat in the back for a good job. "Thank you so much, senpai!" He cheerily exclaims before giving Shindou a hug.
Shindou chuckled, "No problem, they're in my bag, you can go and get them."
"Okay! Thank you again!" And with that, Tenma runs to where Shindou's bags are located which is at the locker room.
As he watches his retreating form, Shindou smiles then shook his head before walking off, and not only did he remember what he was supposed to do before he was interrupted but he also remembered one crucial thing once he is now outside the soccer club building.
"Whatever you do, please don't give Tenma any textbooks. That boy has a bad habit when it comes to studying, even during his free time. Not that studying is a bad thing! It's just that he overworks himself so much and wouldn't even realize until he gets a nosebleed... again." Aki informed before sighing.
"He wouldn't stop of course. Tenma's subborn; he'd ocassionally stay up all night, and one day, when morning came," She shivers and judging by it, it seems that she had remembered a horrible memory that perhaps scarred her. "He didn't come down for breakfast and when I went inside his room, there were a lot of blood-soaked tissues.
"Thankfully he stopped his bad habit just a few months before his third year of Junior High ended." Aki smiles but soon frowned.
Since Tenma was reverted back to his third year JH self, presumably around the start of that year, or at least, a few months in, his bad habit is still in motion.
Oh, god. Shindou thinks as dread fills him before mentally slapping himself for falling for Tenma's obvious trick.
Oh god, oh god, ohgodohgod— Shindou comes back running inside the building, screaming in panic for Tenma's name.
As he was busy running around in hopes to find Tenma—before eventually having some of the soccer club to help him—the person in question is sitting on the top bleachers, his presence completely hidden, with a textbook in hand, a notebook sitting on top of the page and a pencil on the other hand scribbling notes on a free notebook page.
Through it all, Tenma hums a happy tune; content that he wouldn't lose his sanity.
—
Tenma: What are you talking about, I'm not stressed.
Akane: Yes you are.
Tenma: Prove it then.
Akane, plucks out a strand of his hair and shows it to him ("Ow!"): See? You have grey hair.
Tenma:
Tenma: That's just hair, it doesn't necessarily prove anythi—
Akane: Sit down.
Tenma, sits down: Sitting down.
—
Tsurugi: What are you staring for?
Tenma: Hm? Ah, sorry, don't mind me pondering what kind of ice-cream you'd be if you are one.
Tsurugi:
Tsurugi: Why would you think that?
Tenma, stares at his curled ponytail:
Tenma: No reason. :)
—
"Tenma... what happened during the Kunugigaoka match?" - Aoi
"..." - Tenma
"Nothing, my team lost." - Tenma, shrugging weakly.
"I know you, Tenma, you always loved soccer, and just because you and your team lost, it doesn't make you quit soccer entirely. That's not the only thing that happened, isn't it?" - Aoi, now stern.
"Yeah, well, maybe you don't know much about me." Tenma freezes, realizing what he said.
"... Maybe you're right, maybe I don't know much about you anymore." And he's right. Aoi doesn't know much about him anymore as she was under the guise that he was alright back then. The guise, the illusion Tenma built up. And god, she just wants to slap herself for not realizing that he's been hurting when they were in JH. But now that she has matured and grown, when Tenma was reverted back to his JH self, she has realized and saw the major red flags, starting when Tenma refused to play soccer.
After she was slapped by a metaphorical brick, she wants to fix her past mistakes and this time she'll be there for him. "That's why I'm here to confront you about it. Because I care Tenma. I want to know what happened so that I can help you. So that we can help you."
"..You want to know so bad? Fine." Tenma's tone was not cold, more like resigned and a bit restrained as he grits his teeth for a moment. Looking at her straight in the eye, he answered simply, "A massacre happened."
He could suddenly hear the screams from that day again.
Yeah I feel like if I actually wrote out the fic, knowing me, there'd be a lot of major changes and so I probably wouldn't use this scene. Instead, what happened during the match, the reason why Tenma seems so reluctant to play soccer will be revealed somewhere in the AC timeline. And maybe Aoi and Raimon would also know about it during the IEG timeline. Not sure.
Third Year JH Tenma: I don't think I can play soccer, I can't forgive myself for hurting someone.
First Year JH Tenma: I hurt someone?
Idk my brain suddenly thought about it with the angel by the wings trend in tiktok haha—
Originally was gonna make Tenma trans (FtM) in the fic to make his backstory interesting but I discarded the idea. But anyway, here's the draft I made of Trans!Tenma, and this one includes some spoilers (obviously):
"Are you really gonna go?"
A girl who is six years old is sitting on the edge of her bed, holding a soccer ball on her lap with the lightning symbol on it as nervousness and sadness is evident in her greyish blue eyes.
The six year old has tanned skin and chestnut brown hair tied into a ponytail, however, on each side of her ponytail, just behind the hair tie, her hair is shaped like a pair of wings and on top of her head, her hair is shaped like a small whirlwind, sitting on both sides as well.
Across the six year old, there stood another girl, who is 17 years old with her back facing the younger, her hands skillfully, yet there ere signs of frustration, putting her clothes in a duffle bag that is sitting on another bed.
Much like the younger, she too have tanned skin and long chestnut brown hair, with the exception of having greyish green eyes. On each sides of her hair, the front strands is curled, but if you look closely, it's shaped like whirlwinds.
"For the last time, Tenma, yes. Anything to get away from here."
The six year old, Tenma, winced at the cold exasperated tone as her grip on the ball tightens. She blinks rapidly trying to contain her tears as she bites down on her bottom lip to prevent any noise to come out.
A bile forms on her throat and she couldn't help but to swallow. "But why? Why do you have to leave? Is it because of mom and dad?"
The older stops her movements and as she stands with her back straight, she takes a deep inhale and keeps her head up while she's at it.
Tenma, nervous, keeps her gaze on the ground.
She doesn't hear anything and was surprised when she felt a two hands softly holding her arms as her older sister crouching right in front of her, and for a moment she thought a breeze passed through her.
"I made my choice, Tenma." The older slowly begins, "You won't understand, that's fine, but this is something I want to do."
Tenma was silent for a moment, taking in what she said. "So, you're leaving us? Leaving me?"
Everything stilled, as well as their breaths. "Yes." The older replied with no hesitation, steady greyish-green eyes staring directly at shaky greyish-blue.
Tenma's lips wobbles, eyes glistening with tears. "Th— Then, can you at least make me come with you, please?" She begged, her breathing steadily becoming erratic. "I don't want to be alone." The younger starts to shake as she sobbed but it's strange that no sounds came out.
"Please, Sora-nee?" Tenma begs again just as Sora stood up (which the latter didn't notice because of the blurry sight from the tears) and turns around before leaving her side. Seconds later, Sora comes back crouching in front of her crying sister, holding out a green mp3 player, an IPod Classic to be precise, and blue earphones plugged in.
Sora silently gestures for Tenma to take it, which she did but in a careful and hesitant manner after putting the ball on her bed. "I can't bring you with me because it's dangerous, but have this instead to remember me by." Sora said, then places her arms on Tenma's lap before resting her chin on top of it.
Still gazing up to the younger, the older smiles a little. "This will help you,"
Tenma makes a confused noise along with a little sniffle. "How?"
"Well, this music player is like soccer."
"Huh? What's soccer have to do with your music player, Nee-san?"
"Remember when soccer saved you when you were three?" Sora questions, earning a nod from Tenma, who smiles. "Yeah, that's how I found Sasuke!"
Sasuke is the dog Tenma took in after she, along with Sasuke, was saved by a mysterious person who stopped the planks from trampling over the two with a soccer ball. Thus, how Tenma's love for soccer started.
Sora nods, "This music player will protect you, the same way it protected me."
"From?"
"You'll know soon; and hey, it works like magic."
"Really?"
Sora gives a close eyed smile as she tilts her head to the side, the right side of her head now resting on her arms. "Mm, you know how to use it right?"
"Mhm,"
"That's good." Sora stands up and makes her way to her bed on the other side of the room. Zipping her bag close, she slings her bag over her shoulder.
Sora makes her way to the window, opening it, and was about to jump over the black railing when Tenma speaks, "When are you coming back?"
"I don't think I will," Sora answered, her back still facing Tenma as she couldn't bear to see the pained expression that she caused. However, she didn't expect Tenma's calm, yet wobbly reply, "Okay,"
Looking back, she sees her little sister smiling at her despite the tears going down. "I'll wait for you."
A bile rises in Sora's throat to which she swallowed. She gives her sister a smile one last time. "Okay."
"I love you."
"Love you too. Be a great soccer player for me, okay?"
"I will!"
With one last look, Sora closes the window behind her before jumping off the railing, landing on the ground without a sound.
Her footsteps are soundless as she makes her way to a dog house. Crouching down, she brings her hand to the sleeping Sasuke's head who soon slowly opened his eyes.
Sora brings her index finger on her lips, "Shh," She whispers when Sasuke makes a move. "I'm here to say goodbye," She said, and Sasuke whimpered—perhaps understood what she said judging by how he could sense his master's sister's sadness—and Sora softly pets his head.
"Take—" Sora takes a deep breath when her voice cracks a little, "Take care of Tenma for me,"
Sasuke makes a soft rumbling noise before craning his head to lick Sora's palm.
Sora smiles sadly and takes her hand from Sasuke after a few moments. Then, she brings her two fingers up before snapping them in front of the dog. The sound, the impact of the snap, caused Sasuke's movements to still, as well as the way his eyes glazes a little, unmoving.
Standing up, Sora walks over to the gates. After she climbed up the bricked wall, she jumps down on the other side as she puts on her hood.
Not only was her presence hidden away from the security cameras planted in some electrical pillars and light posts, but as well as her tears she silently shed as she walks to the meeting point.
(The glaze on Sasuke's eyes slowly disperses as he was able to move again. It was like a moment Sora is there in front of him but disappeared after.)
"I don't know." Tenma replies with a small shaky voice when asked where her sister is by the next morning. "I don't know where Nee-san is."
Hours later, she is curled up on the floor with hands covering her ears to dampen the noises—voices, loud, angry, voices—outside below the floor of her and Sora's—it's hers now, she's completely alone, Sora-nee is not here anymore—room.
Her sobs were silent as always, as she practiced—forced—herself to keep them quiet over the years.
Then, she opens her teary eyes and there on the table in front of her is the music player. In instinct and as if knowing what to do, quickly, she scurries over to it, plugs the earbuds in and turns the player on, the screen's brightness burning her eyes a little. She blindly clicks on the buttons, anything, anything to keep the noises out.
Soft music plays in her ears when she randomly chose a music name she doesn't recognize.
Slowly, she moves her finger over the plus button and each click she makes the music becomes louder.
It was then that Tenma realized that Sora is right, the device really does work like magic.
She can't hear the voices anymore.
Years later, in Inazuma Town, seated on the floor at the living room in the Kogarashi Manor, blue earphones are plugged in Tenma's ears. The girl's— no, boy's, head is rested on top of an open textbook with his eyes closed, asleep.
Tenma felt someone shaking him lightly, causing him to be awaken from his slumber. Looking up with tired eyes, he sees his guardian, Aki, smiling gently at him.
He moves his hand over the green IPod beside the textbook before pressing a button that stops the music playing in his ears.
"Dinner is ready in five," Aki informs softly to which Tenma nodded, returning the smile, albeit a small one, before sitting up straight and fixes up his things.
That took an unexpected-yet-expected turn tbh. . .
Here's a crackfic (some emojis won't show up aaaaa):
3 - E (what a bland gc name) STUDENTS ONLY
Matsukaze: everyone I have gathered you all today to help me get these two little shits
[sent two pictures]
together
Mostly need help bc of Karasuma-sensei being denser than salt water and Bitch-sensei is being a hopeless romantic, but I think we already know that.
Any suggestions? Feel free to ask, I'm only doing this bc I'm bored and I can't find my textbooks again
Terasaka: Why do you call Bitch-sensei "Bitch-sensei" through chat but irl "Jelavic-sensei?"
Matsukaze: Feels wrong to say it out loud even though she really is a bitch [smiling face with a tear]
Fuwa: Wouldn't that be akin to talking behind her back?
Or something
Matsukaze: Nope, Bitch-sensei knows hehe😁
Also her name is too long to type [person standing emoji]
Nakamura: It's still surprising that Tenma's personality is different irl and in chat
Maehara: yeah lmao
Okajima: Can I ask
Matsukaze: You already are but ask away~
Okajima: U can't even get /ur own/ shit tgt how can u get two shits tgt?
Nakamura: Holy shit
Sugino: :0
Kayano: :00
Okuda: :000
Kanzaki: :0000
Hayami: :000000
Shiota: :000000
Sugaya: Oh no
Akabane: 😶👀
Isogai: Okajima...
Maehara: HE DID NOOOTTT
Okano: Lmao he's dead-dead💀
Chiba: 😟
Mimura: he has a point tho,,,
Terasaka: Yeah.💀
Hazama: I can smell Okajima's screams from here.
Muramatsu: How can you /smell/ screams?
Hazama: [sends an upside-down smiling face]
Muramatsu: I'm scared
Hazama: [sends three upside-down smiling face]
Kurahashi: Good luck with Tenma, Okajima~ ^w^
Kimura: Sending early prayers to you, man.
Takebayashi: Even the most strongest characters can't save him.
Yada: Can't wait to see how this turns out
Yoshida: Yikes man
Horibe: Tenma is oddly quiet now.
Ritsu: He said that he's looking for something. 😄
Akabane: Ohoho, I think I know what it is
Shiota: Don't know if I should be scared or concerned
Okajima: Tenma
Holy shit
I'm sorry
I didn't mean it to be offensive, i was genuinely curious😭😭😭
Matsukaze: Too late 😘
[Sent a picture]
My eraser, your nose
Prepared to be eraser'd at school tomorrow [smiling face with hand over mouth]
Okajima: NOT THAT NIGHTMARE AGAIN
Akabane: Add some mustard to it for some spice.😌
Hara: I'll go prepare the nets...
Kataoka: We ran out of them, unfortunately.
Kayano: Oh right we used it for an assassination attempt for Koro-sensei, right?
Where'd it go, though?
Terasaka: Who the hell knows, the octopus hid it.
Mimura: I'm having shivers just the thought of him doing these... /things/ with his tentacles.
Maehara: BITCH-SENSEI WON'T EVEN TELL US WHAT HE DID
Okano: Why are you even so invested to it😟
Fuwa: Well whatever he did, it remains as one of the mysteries of Class 3-E.
And I intend to find it out.
Shiota: I'm pretty sure we already know what happened with just the context alone...
Akabane: Nah, I'm pretty sure we don't. Seems fun though, let's do it.😏
Matsukaze: You're just looking for more blackmail material against Koro-sensei.
Akabane: Anything to have some of his gelato, it's pretty good, you should try it.
Matsukaze: You sure are dedicated...
The next morning, the residents of Class E watches, either in exasperation (Karasuma) or amusement, Tenma chasing the screaming Okajima around with his black and white eraser, the edges looking sharper than usual and the sides looking much bumpy.
"Okajima, stop running, I just want to talk!~"
"NO WAY— HEY, THAT'S NOT FAIR, YOU'RE USING YOUR KENSHIN!"
"All is fair in war and love, Okajima!"
"ISN'T IT LOVE AND WAR?"
"IT'S WAR NOW!"
"Shouldn't we stop them before another fire starts?" Nagisa deadpans, pointing at the maniacally grinning Tenma with his Kenshin, Majin Pegasus, giving him a power boost to help him jump over branches and practically glide over them smoothly and quickly, and the still screaming Okajima parkouring around the branches, twisting hand turning and never breaking a sweat.
Karma, beside Nagisa, silently watches the scene with clear amusement in his eyes as he sips his iconic strawberry milk juicebox.
Kataoka sighed, "Give them some time."
"I finally found the nets!" Kayano comes in skipping with a happy smile on her face, on her hand are nets as Nagisa looks over to her with a curious expression. "Where'd you find it?" He questioned.
"In the teachers' room, oh and, Karma-kun's right, Koro-sensei's gelato really is good!" Kayano beams, licking her lips a little in delight. As if on cue, Koro-sensei's scream of despair and panic erupted.
"WHO TOOK MY GELATO?"
Everyone, minus Karma who cackled, sweatdropped as they know who the culprit is but they did not expect Kayano to actually do it.
Said culprit remained smiling, ignoring Koro-sensei's cries. "It's as good as pudding, but pudding is superior."
"Only you, Kayano, only you." Kataoka chuckled.
Minutes later the wild Tenma is finally caught with Okajima finally resting in relief.
Have no idea how Kenshin works specifically (I do know it's a user's spiritual energy tho) so I just thought that it's some sort of power up that boosts a user's stats (strength, agility, speed smth like that)
Oh well it's a crackfic for a reason ️
Now this one... this one has major lores haha... Kept it vague tho
"You... are one of those people, aren't you?"
Tenma never understood what he, the Reaper, meant when he said that to him during that night when they saved Irina.
But right now, he can sort of pick up a few pieces, he still doesn't understand, but he has a feeling that he's going to get there soon.
"Matsukaze Tenma, former student of Class E, we have come here to kill you."
Tenma raises a brow as he elicited out a light chuckle that sounded like a scoff. "Kill me?" He then smiles, though it looked calm but something sinister is behind it. His fingers are itching to either grab his knife and place it on the male's neck or the gun under his sleeve but he held it in.
Not yet. He tells himself. Tenma tilts his head to the side, his hands still kept inside the pockets of the soccer club's jacket.
"I'd like to see you try,"
The unfamiliar boy—a teen, perhaps a little older than him—narrows his amber eyes at him, his pale magenta bangs created a shadow over his eyes. He, along with five other teens, went in a defensive stans, guns and knives ready.
Seeing as none of them makes a move, Tenma spoke. "Tsurugi," The male, a couple of feet across from him and behind the unknown group coming for Tenma's head perks up. The former participant of the assassination classroom whips out his phone and throws it over to Tsurugi, the phone comes flying over the heads of the group who did not expect the action as the phone is now on Tsurugi's hands.
Confused and panicked from the situation right now, he doesn't know what to do until the phone suddenly lights up and turns on, on its own revealing a lilac twin-tailed haired girl with blue eyes, wearing the soccer club's jacket.
The sight surprised the members.
"Ritsu, call Karasuma-sensei and warn the others!" Tenma said, his stance (if you call it one as he's only standing calmly) remains. When the pale magenta-haired boy announced how Tenma is a former student of Class E, he has a feeling that his former classmates, which he still has contact with, are also being hunted down by whoever these guys are.
"Already on it!" Ritsu said from the phone with a serious smile.
"There's a girl in Tenma's phone!" One of the members screams in surprise.
Oh no I got lazy... but anyways, all I can say is that there is time travel here so yeah Fei and El Dorado and some ppl here is gonna get involved soon.
As well as Class E.
And Koro-sensei— *coughs*
But I'm pretty sure I'm going to forget this and might not use this in the future haha...
Okay well I guess that's it :DD
