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"Class," A black raging octopus spat out, "I am, extremely, extremely, disappointed in you all."
A chorus of apologies rang out and his face shadowed upon itself.
"Gakushuu-kun could have been hurt by your tactics. Remember, you all are trying to assassinate me, not your fellow student. Now," Suddenly his face cleared up to a bright yellow, "Let's get onto roll call shall we?"
Asano frowned. There was something about the bloodthirsty aura that set him on edge. Even though the entire class had apologized to him, he felt the lingering gazes piercing holes behind his back. However, he was shocked at how roll call played out.
"Gakushuu, Asano!"
"Here."
All around him were bullets flying at the teacher. They were shooting at the teacher. The. Class. Was. Shooting. At. The. Teacher.
He didn't know what prompted him, but with one swift click of the safety notch, he found himself shooting alongside his new classmates. His gaze lingered to the raven-haired beauty next to him and he couldn't help but growl appreciatively. Puberty had filled her out well.
"You know," he found a gun suddenly pointed at his forehead, "A picture lasts longer."
His wandering eyes met her dark ones and he couldn't help the waves of nostalgia that overtook his mind.
"That's why I have so many pictures of you, kitten~"
The blush that adorned her cheeks was priceless.
All he can do the entire day is to stare blankly. At everything that this entire E class does. Hell, they make everything seem fun somehow. Even Learning becomes fun as if his father wasn't there to tell him it was a duty. Even the study hall was entertaining.
He found himself laughing.
It was pure, unrestricted laughing and it caught everyone off guard.
"Haven't heard that in a while," Kagome smirks at him.
There's something about this day that passed by like a dream. He wasn't sure if he's allowed to have this much fun anymore, but he took as much advantage as he could. He doesn't even wipe the silly grin off his face during the mock assassination trial in gym class, or when Koro-sensei tried to teach him while he tried to stab the alien.
Surprisingly, he learned a few things in class.
Even in the main building, he was always ahead since he had all the textbooks memorized by heart. The teachers were always doting on him, but now, he was like a regular student in any other class.
Except with a lot more weapons and unrestrained violence.
"Oh goodness, Asano-kun, we heard that you got transferred to Class 3-E! It must have been horrid!" Some girls said.
Uncharacteristically, he shrugged and walked past them.
He heard phrases like "It was that bad?" and "Oh my! Did you see the bruise on his cheek?"
He hadn't even realized that he had a bruise. It must've been when Kagome punched him there. His purple cheek started to throb nicely as a reminder to ice it.
"Yo, Asano- What the hell happened to you?"
Immediately, his former friends have their hands all over him. It was weird since their hands felt foreign and fake to him. It didn't feel like how Nagisa's blistered hands felt like when he tagged him by his elbow, or how Kagome's scarred knuckles felt like when they punched his face, or even how when his hands brushed against Hinata's when she was passing out papers.
"Nothing much. Just a scuffle during gym."
"Those dumb rats are so dangerous! We must report their unruly behavior-"
For some unexplainable reason, rage flashed in his eyes.
"Enough, Tomoya. This is nothing I can't handle by myself. Don't you all have some studying to do?"
"Y-Yeah, you're supposed to study with us-" Teppei stuttered out.
"I'm going home."
He left his four dumbfounded friends staring at his back.
"Morning, Asano-kun!"
"Ohayo!"
Was it normal for students to greet each other so cheerfully in the morning?
"Good morning," He gave them all a curt nod as they passed by his desk.
Suddenly, a hand slammed down on his table.
"What is it?"
He refused to give the person any satisfaction by looking up. He stared levelly at the board, ignoring the whispers it started to ignite around them. By the small scars and large palms, he could only guess that the person in front of him was none other than Karma Akabane.
Red hair entered his view.
Bingo.
"Akabane. If you have something to say," Asano yawned, "Spit it out."
"If you so much even touch my girlfriend's hair, you'll have hell to pay."
"And pray tell," Asano's lips stretched into a snide smirk, "Who is this girlfriend you're talking about."
"That would be me."
He snapped up to meet the eyes of Kagome Higurashi.
