Natsukashii (Assassination Classroom! Various x F! Reader)

Chapter 4: How Is Takoyaki-Sensei Still A State Secret?

A/N: I should really be writing my English essay right now because it's due tonight, but like... I couldn't help the procrastination instinct... I'm such a bad student and influence jeez. Sorry in advance for any grammar mistakes or other dumb things I missed.

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You watched with the rest of the class as Koro-sensei extracted the coloring from the strawberry snack he was using as an example, gasping indignantly when he swiped up the leftovers.

"Oi, Koro-sensei!" you pouted, your betrayed puppy-eyes almost breaking his resolve... but his broke, hungry ass won over his instinct to give in. When he refused to give them back, you sulked, stuffing your other snacks into your pockets before slumping into your folded arms on the table. "I'm never sharing snacks with you again."

"Eh?! What?! No, wait—"

"Hm? Did someone say something?" you feigned ignorance, shifting your head to look the other way, which also meant that you were now peaking up at Karma. The delinquent chuckled, ruffling your hair with a grin.

"Nah, must've been the wind."

"I guess you're right," you smiled, the mischievous glint in your eyes matching his as you both heard your teacher's anguished shrieks of regret. The rest of the class looked mostly appeased for their loss as well. Still smirking, Karma leaned down.

"I expect compensation," he whispered in your ear. You felt yourself flushing at the feeling of his breath hitting your ear, and he only looked more amused, smirking.

"Fine, how much strawberry milk do you want?"

Karma couldn't help but teasingly poke your puffed cheeks. "Just get me one today, and I'll think about it after."

"Hmm, 'kay," you mumbled, nuzzling further into your arms and holding up a pinky to loop with his. "Deal."

The both of you turned your attention back to the front after the lazy pinky-promise, watching your classmates express their displeasure for Koro-sensei's antics.

"He just used this as an excuse 'cause payday isn't until tomorrow," you heard Maehara complain.

"How is he so broke as a super-organism in the first place?"

"His money management is terrible, isn't it? To be honest, I'd sooner believe that the principal is the super-organism between him and Koro-sensei," you snorted quietly. "And that's saying something considering that one of them looks like a mutated alien octopus."

There were a few smiles at the quip, and Koro-sensei somehow managed to look indignant.

"(y/n)-san!" he complained.

"Sorry sensei, he's honestly harder to understand than you are, for all you try to be mysterious," you grinned, propping your head onto your hand.

"Nuya!" Koro-sensei curled up, feeling offended.

"Um, sensei," Okuda mumbled. You blinked, not having realized that she had walked to the front while making jibes at the octopus.

"Can I help you, Okuda-san?"

"Umm... This is poison! Please drink it!" she exclaimed.

You face faulted. As in, your chin slid off your palm, and your face smacked against the table, hard. Several of your classmates gave you concerned looks.

"(n/n)-chan, are you good?" Karma raised an eyebrow as you rubbed the new red spot on your forehead.

"Yeah, yeah... I just wasn't expecting that..."