Natsukashii (Assassination Classroom! Various x F! Reader)

Chapter 5: Mid-Terms... aka Big Sad

A/N: Did I use this chapter to try and vent about calculus? Maybe.

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"Shall we begin, class?" a multitude of blurred Koro-sensei clones sped back and forth in front of the class.

"With what, exactly?" you raised a brow.

"Studying for mid-terms of course!"

"Oh... those," you grimaced.

"Not a fan?" Sugino turned back to look at your put-out expression.

"Man, I never thought I'd see the day that an A-class student would look so disgusted by studying!" Maehara laughed.

"When you're friends with the principal's son, this time of the year ends up being a ticket to hell," you cringed, having war flashbacks to the previous exams that Asano had crammed together with you.

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Flashback:

You sat back, stretching out your arms, cracking your neck, and flexing your fingers. Currently, you were in Asano's room, having spent most of the afternoon studying with him. It was early evening already, and you were ready to drop dead.

"Thank god that's done," you sighed, exhausted from the past hour of cramming you'd just finished for mathematics. "I really wanna get a snack... or nap..."

"Where do you think you're going?" a hand grabbed your shoulder before you could leave, and you froze.

"...Shuu-kun," you turned and pouted, giving the boy your best puppy eyes.

"No."

"Ughhhhhh."

"Stop whining, you still need to get through social studies and science," Asano frowned.

"You can't make me~!" you whined.

He deadpanned, narrowing his eyes at you for a second, before tossing you over his shoulder.

"Hey!" you shrieked. "Put me down, you asshole!"

"Language. And no."

"Shuuuuuu~ Lemme goooooo—"

"Nope."

"I'm gonna die before I can take the damn exams!" you whimpered pitifully, making your friend roll his eyes.

"Stop being dramatic."

Asano proceeded to toss you back into your chair, eyes glowing ominously as he approached with books to start cramming again.

"At least let me eat something!" you cried, eyes begging for him to spare you. Clearly though, your friend had managed to inherit his father's inability to give a single fuck. There was absolutely no sympathy on his face.

"No. It'll be a distraction," he denied, before beckoning you closer. "The faster you agree, the sooner you can stop. You need to study for these; they're your weaker subjects."

"But I've already studied for them," you protested.

"Not enough yet."

"...ughhhhhh—"

"(y/n)."

"...fine," you pouted, huddling closer as he began to lecture you. Asano didn't stop for the next hour and a half, while you were resisting the urge to cry and write your will instead of notes on whatever he droned on about.

Still, you worked diligently, to Asano's satisfaction, even if you were sulking heavily the entire time.

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