The Assassin's Hymn {KNY x Assassination Classrooom}

Epilogue

To whoever is reading this... if this letter has been found, then I am no longer here.

The boy with light-blue hair, once long now cut short after he went to live out his life, stood before [name]'s grave, the weight of countless memories pressing against his chest. The classroom where they once trained, laughed, and struggled together felt like a distant dream. He read the letter in his hands, the words blurring slightly from unshed tears. "I wish I could tell you that I left this world without regrets, that I had no unfinished dreams, no lingering wishes—but that would be a lie." He clenched his fists. He knew that feeling all too well.

I wanted to live.

On a rooftop overlooking the city, a red-haired figure leaned back against the tiles, his gaze distant as the glow of streetlights flickered below. He exhaled slowly, the usual cocky smirk on his face faltering as he read the letter once more. "I wanted to see the sunrise after a long battle, to sit beside my friends without the weight of war on our shoulders." He smirked bitterly. It reminded him too much of the past, of a classroom where they learned how to kill and, in the end, how to let go. "I wanted more time—to laugh, to cry, to love, to simply exist." A breeze passed through, and for a moment, it almost felt like their friend was still there, watching over them.

But fate had other plans.

In another world, another life, a man with quiet eyes walked alongside a woman whose bright laughter carried through the air. Her soft pink hair caught the golden light of the afternoon sun as she glanced up at him, her smile as radiant as ever. Their hands brushed briefly before he hesitated, then intertwined his fingers with hers.

If you're reading this, then I am gone."

But this time, there was no war, no sorrow. No fate cruel enough to separate them. In this life, they had been given another chance.

And though my time was short, I hope that in some way, it meant something.

A girl with teal-colored hair ran through an open field, her laughter ringing as she glanced back at the smaller figure chasing after her. She stumbled, only to be caught in the arms of the one who had always been there, a warmth in his embrace that promised safety. Behind them, their home stood tall, untouched by the cruelty of the past.

"Hey!! It's time for dinner!!" Another male came out from the house calling the two siblings in.
I hope that my existence, my fight, my choices—no matter how fleeting—made a difference."

This time, they would grow together, unburdened by tragedy.

I don't know if my death will change anything in this war. I don't know if it will be enough.

The white-haired teacher adjusted his glasses as he turned back to the classroom, watching over the students with a keen gaze. One, in particular, caught his attention—a younger boy with black hair, looking up at him expectantly with a bright smile.

But if my sacrifice allows even one person to keep going, if it means someone else gets to live another day, then that is enough for me.

"Alright, class, settle down. Math isn't gonna learn itself." He had found his purpose, one that didn't require blood on his hands.

Please, don't let my story end here. Live, not just for me, but for yourself.

A child with deep blue eyes with jet black hair sat on the steps of a temple, watching as the cherry blossoms drifted down in the soft breeze. Two figures stood beside him—one with wild peach-colored hair, the other with a gentle smile. "Come on!" The first called out, pulling him to his feet. The second nodded, her blue eyes watching her two other friends.

For the dreams you have yet to chase, for the sunrises you have yet to see, for the people who still need you.

He hesitated, then smiled, running after them. This time, he wasn't left behind.

Remember me, but don't grieve for long. I was never meant to stay forever.

Two women strolled through a lively marketplace, their voices light with laughter as they paused to admire a stall of flowers. The younger of the two, her violet eyes full of mischief, held up a delicate bloom. "Which one do you think suits me best?" she asked playfully. The older woman chuckled, brushing her fingers along the petals that were similar to the younger's eyes, butterflies fluttering around the flower.

None of us are. But as long as my memory lingers in your hearts, as long as the wind still carries my name, then a part of me will always be here.

The breeze carried the scent of blossoms, a fleeting reminder of the past, but they only smiled and continued forward.

So keep moving forward. Keep fighting. Keep living.

And somewhere, in a place beyond time, a voice echoed.

"And above all else—never forget why you're still here."

THE END