Disclaimer: Didn't own Assassination Classroom for nth time. Thank you.
Title: Wet
Setting: He just happened to see her in inappropriate state.
Characters: Karma Akabane and Okuda Manami
His mercury eyes scrutinizing her with irritated.
He just realized the condition she was in.
It was after the assassination plan to assassinate their teacher, Koro sensei but failed miserably despite all plans they have planned before he transformed himself as a floating ball while grinning shamelessly at them.
The hut that was used to explode him ruined into many pieces and those people who aced their own subjects and got privileged to shoot one of the tentacles belong to Koro sensei also got thrown off into the water.
She was wearing sleeveless yellow sundress and after being soaking wet, the dress hugged her like it was her second skin. She didn't noticed at how her dress stick to her like a glue and god, is she wearing floral pattern bra?
He mentally slapped himself.
Bad Karma. That is not how you imagined your friend in what state she was.
The others who were still disappointed with their failure didn't even notice her especially Okajima who is known as a pervert in their class which he was grateful but if she didn't change into a new clothes, the pervert might recording her and having fun in fantasize her.
No, he won't allow it.
Thus, the only thing to do is –
"Karma-kun, let's go. Everyone has been to their room to change and have dinner later." Okuda broke the silence as he looked at her with his sharp gaze but she didn't even falter under his stare. She was wondering what was he thinking when everyone were looking all so gloomy yet he looked like he had something else occupied his mind.
Her eyes were widen when he suddenly taking off his outer layer of shirt and quickly turning around. "Wh – what are you doing Karma-kun?! You're not wet yet you're taking off your shirt. Are you alright?" Her tone sound wavering and worried. Plus, she was so sure her cheek is flooding red right now.
He didn't answer her question instead he put his outer shirt on her shoulder while nudging her to cover her chest by holding both collar to the middle. Then, he shuffled away and noticed she wasn't following him. He turned around to see Okuda was beet in red and still clutching his shirt. She must have realized the current state she was in.
His lips curved upward.
"Okuda-san, we'd better hurry or else, they would eat our portion." He said while extending his right hand out.
The bespectacled girl pulls her lips into thin line before almost hopping to his side and holds her hand out where he intertwined their fingers like it was nothing.
"Thank you." She murmured softly causing the red-haired man to blush slightly as he nodded.
"No problem."
