The Assassin's Hymn {KNY x Assassination Classrooom}

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The sun rose, as did it did each and everyday.

But today was different. Letters were delivered to each and everyone one of her colleagues, her classmates, her peers...

To Tomioka Giyuu,
Giyuu-san, I want you to be happy. I want you to stop blaming yourself for the past, for things that were never in your control. It wasn't your fault back then, and it's not your fault now. I know you think you don't deserve to be here, that you've always felt like an outsider, but you are not alone. We all care about you, even if you don't always see it. I hope one day, you'll be able to smile—not the polite, small one you always hide behind, but a real one, the kind that reaches your eyes. Please, live for yourself, not just for the fallen.
- [name]

Giyuu sat alone under a tree, the letter trembling in his grasp. The night was silent, save for the rustling leaves. His fingers tightened around the paper, his vision blurring as he reread her words.

"I want you to stop blaming yourself..."

He let out a shaky breath, his shoulders trembling. She had seen through him—through the quiet guilt that had eaten away at him for years. He had failed so many, and yet she still believed in him. Still wanted him to be happy.
A tear slipped down his cheek, but there was no one around to see it. He clutched the letter to his chest and whispered, "How can I be happy when you're gone?"

For the first time in years, Tomioka Giyuu allowed himself to cry.

...

To Himejima Gyomei,
Himejima-san, I don't think I ever truly thanked you. When I lost my parents, I thought I had nothing left, but you trained me, gave me a purpose, and taught me to stand again. You were more than just a mentor to me—you were a father figure when I needed one the most. Thank you for your kindness, for your wisdom, and for believing in me even when I struggled to believe in myself. I hope you find peace after all of this.

- [name]

The letter lay in Gyomei's hands, his massive fingers trembling. Genya had received his own letter as well as he read the letter to his master. Tears streamed down the Stone Hashira's face, falling onto the paper, but he did not sob—his grief was silent, his body shaking with the weight of it.

"You were more than just a mentor to me—you were a father figure..."

His lips parted, but no words came. He had guided her, trained her, watched her grow. And now, she was gone.

Gyomei clasped his hands together in prayer, his deep voice barely above a whisper. "May you find peace, my child."

The wind howled, as if carrying her spirit away.

...

To Iguro Obanai,
Iguro-san, I deeply respect you. Not just for your strength, but for the way you carry yourself despite everything you've been through. You are not impure. You never were. I don't care what others have told you or what you tell yourself—your heart is strong, and your soul is kind, even if you try to hide it. And please, don't wait too long to tell Mitsuri how you feel. Life is short, and we don't have the luxury of time. If you love her, tell her. She deserves to know, and you deserve to be loved in return.
- [name]

Iguro stared at the letter in disbelief, his mismatched eyes darting over the words again and again. His fingers twitched when he read:
"You are not impure. You never were."

His breath hitched. How did she know? How did she see through him so easily?
Then he got to the next part, and his chest tightened—

"Tell Mitsuri how you feel before it's too late."