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

Grown-Up Time (Pt. I)

Reminder:

Italic words are spoken in Japanese!

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~Chapter 6~

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"No one here but me to judge me. 

Pipe down with the noise, I cannot bear my sorrow. 

I hate who I was before"

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Y/N's Point of View~

"Okay, look alive, people. Meet our newest addition to the E-Class faculty," Mr. Karasuma said, standing in front of the room with Korosensei and a woman with blond hair and blue eyes, definitely foreign...and was all over our octopus-like teacher.

Our...new teacher introduced herself: "My name is Miss Irena Jelavić; nice to meet you all!" Miss Jelavić was certainly an interesting woman. I have a feeling she works with the government, why else would she be here if not to kill Korosensei? I stared at her for a few seconds, finding it hard to believe she found an interest in our teacher in a matter of seconds. Miss Jelavić stated, "Ah, you're adorable," when Korosensei took off what was left of his costume.

"We decided to bring on Miss Jelavić in the interest of beefing up the English curriculum. No hard feelings, I hope. She's, uh, very qualified," Mr. Karasuma directed toward Korosensei.

Korosensei questioned, "No harm in that, is there?"

Mr. Karasuma's words made me wonder if there was more to Miss Jelavić's presence than just improving the curriculum. Korosensei's nonchalant response only added to my suspicions about her true intentions. I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something off about Miss Jelavić, despite her qualifications. It seemed like there was a hidden agenda behind her sudden appearance at our school. She has to be part of the government!

...Then I saw Korosensei's face turn a bright pink, and he smiled wider.

I stopped listening to Miss Jelavić when she started commenting on how she was "captivated" by Korosensei.

Time Skip-

Everyone was outside, passing a ball for PE. I passed the ball to B/F before feeling I was being watched. I quickly check my surroundings, trying to find what caused my irrational fear, and I just see that it was Mr. Karasuma and Miss Jelavić watching the class from the window. I let out a sigh before hearing a "heads up" from my sister before the ball was going in my direction. My volleyball instincts took over, and I passed the ball to Kanzaki before shooting at Korosensei. My sister gave me a playful smirk, teasing me about being so jumpy and that "This wasn't volleyball," causing me to chuckle.

3rd Person Point of View~

"So, about that girl," Irina started, lighting a cigarette before continuing, "Is she the one you threatened me about? Why is that? Is she someone important to you?" Irina asked, taking a drag from her cigarette. The tension in the room grew as the conversation took a serious turn.

"You can say that," Karasuma countered, watching as Y/N passed the ball that almost hit her face. "She's interesting; she always knows when someone is watching her; she wouldn't let me check on her when I accidentally hit her stomach. Something happened to her before that makes her act this way," Karasuma continued, his expression darkening as he recalled the incident. "I don't know the details, but she's hiding something." Irina raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the mystery surrounding the girl and eager to learn more.

Irina hummed before speaking, "She's pretty adorable. I usually don't do this, but let's work together with whatever the hell he is, to help her."

Karasuma glared at Irina as she took another drag from her cigarette, not trusting her. "She's been through a lot, and I want to make sure she's okay," Karasuma said firmly, his concern evident in his voice as Irina smirked.

"You said she was French, correct?" Irina asked, already formulating a plan in her mind to get to the bottom of the girl's mysterious past. Karasuma nodded, his expression softening slightly at the thought of the girl's potential struggles as a foreigner in their country.

"Yes, but she's doing well learning Japanese—far better than any foreigner I met," Karasuma stated, watching the teenager play with her classmates. "Anyway, let's talk about why you are really here. As good as you are, we can't just drop you into this and expect the usual tricks to work. I know deep cover is your specialty, but this time you'll actually have to teach," Karasuma said with a serious tone, emphasizing the importance of the mission at hand. "We need to ensure her safety and uncover any potential threats lurking in her past," he added, turning his attention back to the girl with a determined look in his eyes.

"As if I'll be here long enough! And I'll just take her with me! I'm a professional; the octopus will be pushing up daisies before lunch!" Irina finished, walking into the faculty room. 

Y/N's Point of View~

"Heads up!" Korosensei yelled as the ball was thrown into the air. Karma kicked the ball before shooting at Korosensei.

"Pass and kill!" Karma exclaimed before Korosensei dodged the bullet. We continued to play the pass-and-kill game, either shooting or swinging at our target. The game intensified as we tried to outsmart Korosensei with our quick reflexes and strategic moves. Each round became more challenging as we pushed ourselves to the limit in order to defeat our formidable opponent.

"Yoho! Hope I'm not interrupting anything, darling~! Mr. Karasuma tells me you can go Mach 20, and I just had to see it with my own eyes!" Miss Jelavić stated this as Korosensei dropped the balls.

"He might have exaggerated a tad!" Korosensei replied, rubbing his head. I watched this interaction confused, with my best friend glaring at the teacher. Miss Jelavić proceeded to ask for Vietnamese coffee, which triggered Korosensei to use Mach 20 to get her coffee from a cafe in Vietnam.

Isogi asked if we should start going inside for English as Miss Jelavić pulled out a cigarette, saying, "Yeah, sure, whatever. Knock yourselves out. Teacher needs peace and quiet though, so make it a study hall," She paused, taking a drag of her cigarette before continuing, "Oh, and another thing, let's agree not to call me 'miss' when the octopus isn't around. And we're definitely not on a first-name basis, so drop it. When he is around, call me 'Miss Jelavić'," Miss Jelavić finished. I stared at her blankly, trying to process her strict instructions. It's understandable for a school atmosphere, but what do we call her when he isn't around? Jelavić? Miss Jelavić's gaze lingered on me for a moment before Karma spoke up

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"So what's your game, Miss Bitch?"

"NO NICKNAMES!" She yelled, pointing a finger at the redhead.