Adore You (Yandere Assassination Classroom various x fem! Reader)

Baseball Time (Pt. I)

Reminder:

Italic words are spoken in Japanese!

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~Chapter 2~

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"Funny how it seems like yesterday"

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Y/N's Point of View~

S/N and I finally arrived home. When we walked in, we noticed that everything had been put away, no boxes, no paper strewn about, almost as if we hadn't just moved here. As we approached the kitchen, we noticed a sticky note indicating that our parents were out getting groceries.

"We still need to unpack our belongings from our rooms and settle in... I knew they weren't going to help even a little bit," S/N muttered something under her breath. I giggled a little before going upstairs to unpack everything from my room.

The only thing unpacked when I entered my room was my mattress. Before starting work, I sighed quietly. It took three hours, but I was able to unpack my entire room and arrange everything to my liking.

When I heard my parents enter the house, I left my room. I went downstairs and smiled as I greeted them. "Hello, dear, how was school?" As she carried in a few groceries, mother inquired. I simply nodded; I couldn't tell her about our octopus-like teacher and how we had to assassinate him because my memories would be erased.

"What happened to your head sweetie?" father asked while examining the injury on my head. 

"Oh...t-that, well, someone tried scaring Y/N, they succeeded and she hit her head on a desk," S/N said, quickly coming up with that lie. Our parents looked back at me, making sure I was okay, before continuing what they were doing previously.

We ate dinner, and father and S/N argued about her getting into a fight, but this wasn't anything new. I fell asleep, excited for the day ahead.

Time Skip-

Today was a hot day, and the sun shone brightly across the country of Japan. Korosensei decided to take advantage of this by sitting beneath the shade on a beach chair, reading the American newspaper, and sipping his beverage.

It was only a matter of seconds until he started to complain slightly, "The moon is all they're talking about in the States too. Does no one care about anything else?"

Sugino, Nagisa, S/N, and I stood behind a tree, watching. "There he is; chilling out back before the first bell, not a care in the world. Reading the Hawaiian newspaper casually picked up from Hawaii on the way here. Nice, good work Nagisa. Thanks, I owe you one," Sugino stated sincerely to Nagisa.