Assassination Classroom [X Reader Edition]

Asano Gakushuu [Fiancé]

asdf - reader is either thinking or speaking in a different language

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This should be it, [First] thought as she looked at the text message Asano sent her. He had left one of his folder in her room containing some notes he had copied and printed for his class 3-A for the upcoming midterms the night before.

She looked at the overly fancy school as she entered. Given the fact that she was already in college, she should have been used to huge campuses. Though, she was only fourteen and the Gifted Program she had gone into secluded her from school since The Program (that's what it's usually called) had provided at home tutors when she was in the high school courses.

Asano had been with her since they were children. Their mothers were best friends and when they were growing up, one was always with the other. So it was natural for one of the other to come over frequently, especially since their mothers were such hopeless romantics.

[First] could hear the collective whispers as she entered the school. She did become nervous, though since it was normal for such students from a prestigious school to react to someone who didn't wear their signature uniforms. Her clothes consisted of a wine colored sweater and a waist high skirt. Being the modest type, [First] threw on black stockings and tan low ankle boots to cover her lower half. A bag had been dangling from her shoulder.

She let herself wander around the school until her phone rang. She didn't need to look at the ID name.

From: Goku Shoe
To: [First]
Subject: No Subject
Class 3-A is in the hall you're at. I can see where you are from where I'm standing.

[First] looked up to see familiar strawberry blonde hair and violet eyes. She narrowed her eyes as she walked up to him. "You could've just called my name, you know."

"So? It would hurt my throat." Asano said as he leaned on the doorframe. "Texting you would have been more sufficent, since you look at it almost half the time."

A glare was only used from the small one out of the two. [First] looked down at her now dead phone. "I only had 5% of my battery left and now it's dead, Shuu-kun." She whined, shaking him when she grabbed the front of his shirt. "You know how my mom is if I don't call her." Asano could only smile as he pressed down on his shirt.

"Its fine. It is your turn to come over to my house anyways. My mother's been wondering how your college classes are going." He said as he lead her into the classroom. A large square was formed and people had stopped their discussions to stare at the two. He smiled politely at them. "Ah, this is one of the guest tutors. Her name is [Last] [First] and she's part of the Gifted Program. Treat her well."

In a fluid motion, [First] bowed and said, "Nice to meet you all." Following so, she punched her childhood friend's shoulder. "Ne, Shuu-kun, you didn't tell me I had to tutor middle school work. I haven't read any of the middle school material since I was eight." Everyone had watched in amazement as the girl had spoken to Asano Gakushuu, the Student Council President, so informally.

"Surprise?" He said, his voice slightly giving a teasing tone to it. "Sorry, [First]." He slipped arm around her shoulder and pulled her close as they walked toward the desk that was facing everyone. "Now, about my notes..."

"What about them?"

"I didn't really need them."

"GAKUSHUU!"