Natsukashii (Assassination Classroom! Various x F! Reader)

Chapter 3: And I Thought Karma Was The Resident Bitch...

A/N: So. This chapter is all about Bitch-sensei failing to impress her future brat of a niece/daughter with her spectacularly terrible first impression. The perfect way to start a relationship with said girl's uncle. The chapter was kinda messy (and late, but let's ignore that) because I didn't know what to write, honestly.

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You watched blankly with the rest of the class as the blond bimbo that was supposedly your new teacher clung to Koro-sensei's tentacles as if he was the most attractive specimen in the world. Sure, beauty was in the eye of the beholder, and you weren't going to judge the woman's taste—except her compliments seemed rather...backhanded. Insulting, really.

I mean, honestly, diarrhea pills aren't exactly something I would want my eyes to be compared to... No wonder Karasuma had been so reluctant to tell you who she was. This woman was definitely a honeypot.

An exasperated groan left your lips when the octopus flushed an obvious, bright pink after staring right down the woman's boobs. This was going to be a long day.

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"Hup! Kill!" You kicked the soccer ball passed to you towards the left side of Koro-sensei's face, dashing up to strike from the right when he shifted, only for him to roll another ball into the way and block the knife. "Aw, damn," you whined.

Karma chuckled at you as you pouted, only for you both to get distracted when there was a high-pitched call from the campus.

"Koro-sensei!" the honeypot yelled. The moment the octopus wasn't paying attention to the game, you fired at his face, only for him to dazedly dodge.

"Man, this pisses me off more than I thought it would," you grumbled, the obvious seduction techniques that the blond was deploying only serving to irritate you. Not only were her motives transparent, she was interrupting your class time too.

I really hope Takoyaki-sensei is faking this brick-level density, because if I have to deal with this tomorrow, I might just chuck myself off the cliff again.

"Could you do me a favor?" the woman cooed. "I'd love to try some real Vietnamese coffee. Do you think you could bring me some during English class?"

Is she going to set up while she's teaching?

"Why of course," Koro-sensei blushed. "I happen to know a great cafe in Vietnam."

You groaned again as your teacher flew up, catching several of your classmates' attention. They grinned in amusement at your reaction, seeing how exasperated you were with the whole situation. For someone who was usually so calm and collected, you were being particularly expressive with your irritation today. Yet, you still managed to be so cute. It really wasn't fair.

"Hey, (y/n), if you want, we can go to a cafe after school. No need to get jealous of the new teacher," Maehara offered with a wide grin. You lightly smacked his shoulder at the teasing, shoving him forward.

"No thanks," you smiled. "I appreciate the offer though."

"Um, Irina-sensei?" Isogai questioned nervously from beside you. "Class is starting. Shouldn't we go back in?"

"Class?" she scoffed disdainfully, lighting a cigarette. "Just make it a study hall or something. Also, could you not call me by my first name? I'm not going to be playing teacher when the octopus isn't around. Call me Miss Jelavich."

You scowled at the rude dismissal towards the polite class representative. I don't want to call her Irina-sensei or Miss Jelavich. Then...

"Whatever you say, Miss Jelabitch."