Flirt (Hiroto Maehara X Reader)

Graduation Time

A/n
Hello, and thank you for 11k+ reads and 380+ votes! I'm sure this is everyone's favorite chapter in Assassination Classroom fics. I like to call it Depression Time. Anyways, it's a bit short because with the whole mood of the chapter doesn't really give me a good opportunity to add in an extra scene, which is what I usually do when they're this short, but I didn't this time. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Well, as much as you can :)

"Kayano... Thank goodness you're alright." Nagisa says, placing his hands on her shoulders.

"Nagisachoo!" She sneezes mid-sentence. "Brr..." It's then that I realize that, in being impaled, her clothes, (specifically of the upper body) had also been left with a gaping hole.

"Hey! What happened to my clothes?!" She freaks out, quickly covering herself with her arms as a blush appears on her face. Most of the males look away, also blushing. The few exceptions are Okajima, his head being forcefully turned away by Kataoka, Itona, who is staring straight at her, and my boyfriend. "Wh-What?" She stutters, eyeing Itona uneasily.

"How pitiable." Itona says blandly.

"What is?!" Kayano screams.

"Aw, c'mon." Maehara says, setting his jacket on her shoulders. "Korosensei even fixed up your hair for you."

"Thanks... but I wish he'd fixed up my clothes first." She pouts, wrapping the jacket around her fully as Maehara returns to my side.

"That was nice of you." I say, smiling at him.

"You're not jealous?" He asks, eyes slightly widened.

"What, do you want me to be? Honestly, I'm just glad she's alive." I say, grabbing his hand. "And besides, I trust you." Maehara smiles down at me, giving me a quick kiss on the forehead.

"Y'know, Korosensei's so generous with his care and all that you might've come out of that a little better-endowed than before." Okajima muses, his remark turning my attention back to the situation at hand. Yada grimaces at him before looking at our teacher.

"Is that so, Korosensei?" She asks. It's then that I notice how utterly exhausted and worn-down he looks. His answer to her is to promptly fall backwards. We all gasp in unison.

"Phew... I'm beat." Korosensei sighs. Somehow he looks... satisfied. And oddly weak, considering how we normally see him. "Class?" He addresses us. "What kind of an assassin would let a dying target escape?" I start, taken aback by his question. But... But we... "Don't you see? It's killing time. All good things... must come to an end. That's what a classroom's all about." I look up at the sky, the lazer shining brighter than before. It's almost charged. Either we do it, or that will...

"Everyone..." Isogai says, standing at the back of the group and forcing us all to turn to look at him. "We have to decide this ourselves." That's our class rep... being able to take charge, even at a moment like this. "We could choose to stay out of this and leave it up to fate." He pauses, looking around at all of us. "Show of hands: Who doesn't want to kill Korosensei?" We all raise our hands, not meeting his gaze. "Okay, hands down. Who wants to kill him?" He speaks in a gentle yet firm tone. This time, the reaction isn't immediate, but in the end we all raise our hands. Considering the situation... I think he'd rather it happen like this.

We all gradually approach him, holding down each of his tentacles. Sandwiched between Kataoka and Maehara, I secure one of the many that served as his legs. I briefly look around at my classmates, the expressions on their faces, particularly that of my boyfriend, making my eyes tear up. Stop! You can cry after! The last thing Korosensei needs to see right now is you crying. I close my eyes for a moment and take a deep breath. When I reopen them I opt to stare at my teacher's face.