IDENTITY- Assasination Classroom Fanfic (Ft. OC x Asano Gakushuu)

43: We're Rich, Aren't We?

"I've tried -- at my best. But there are things that just are too splendidly made with barely any effort at all, and seemingly no feelings and consideration required to make them. It's a pity that it was all for materialistic purposes. But after all, Yamada-san, they had unconsciously brought happiness to people like me," said Arina gaily. She was at it again, and there were people like the cashier Yamada who was weirded out by her tendency to romanticize everything. After all, it was only a popsicle...

Arina walked out of the convenience store, giving her passionate eyes a chance to admire the clear red popsicle, and beyond into the whole dear world before her. And what a coincidence, hadn't it? She just had to tear her gaze from the red popsicle to confirm there was a redhead just across the street from where she was at.

"My dear self, it seemed like you had succeeded!" Arina almost burst into tears of joy when she saw Matsuda Hakaku merge out from the redhead's side. Oh, wasn't their relationship just lovely?

Karma was informed by her presence the moment she began to betook herself in their direction, with her arm waving in the air, beckoning.

"Oh wow, another coincidence meeting with the news superstar this time. How lucky are we, eh, Matsuda-senpai~?" purred Karma, wrapping his arm playfully around Matsuda, who looked rather annoyed.

"It had been a while, my lovely old friends," said Arina merrily. "So much had happened ever since, and while so much had been happening, I reckon you two might've forgiven me for my sin. Oh, boys, I am a master of procrastination and I wouldn't afraid to admit it. But I've improved now for that essential oil cake incident had haunted me deeply until today and I shall always keep it to my heart that I ought to be diligent! I've declared to Asano-kun that I never make the same mistake twice and I meant it. Anyway, what are you up to?"

"I just happened to discover senpai's little secret recently, and Arina, guess what? As they say one can only grow closer to another when they understand each other's weaknesses, we're now inseparable buddies~ Would you like to go shop for some high-end stuff? Senpai had got us covered," said Karma devilishly whilst flexing Matsuda's wallet, making the poor guy grit his teeth in bitterness.

"Oh, Matsuda-senpai! How gallant you are," remarked Arina dreamily. "But well, as you see, I must hurry now or else these popsicles I bought right here are going to melt (The guys eyed down to see her carrying a big bag of popsicles) OH wait! Matsuda-senpai, Akabane-kun! I have this sudden splendid idea! It's a blessing that we coincidentally met this time. As I'm going to see Ito-senpai, would you two tag along? What do you mean you don't remember him? He IS the one from class 3-E! I am perfectly disappointed now!"

"Chill, Arina. Of course I remember who Ito-senpai is considering me and senpai would never have met if it wasn't for him, isn't it buddy?" he choked Matsuda's neck by overdoing the friendly arm wrapping around neck pose, making the guy almost die from a comedic death. "But it's a shame that my buddy doesn't remember who he is *sighed* well Arina, you have to punish him for your disappointment then. Do you prefer wasabi or chili?"

"Why, Akabane-kun, are you out of your mind?" confronted Arina wide-eyed, who was too used to being around decent peers.

Eventually, Karma smiled and agreed to come with her to class E's building on the hill to visit Ito Itachi. For Matsuda Hakaku, he tagged along just so he can be with Arina who he simped for.

"There's a horrible, sickening feeling I'm enduring right now for only buying enough popsicles for everyone in class E but you two lovely people. Perhaps we could meet up sometime again and I'll treat you to something else."

Karma laughed and assured her it was fine since Matsuda can take care of that. And ever since Arina appeared in his life again, all the bitterness and hatred Matsuda had for Karma just turned into a blind spot.