Assassination Classroom (One Shots)

KarmaxManami

Manami sighs in frustration. At the head of the class, Korosensei scribbles out a basic review of Japanese grammar. Why can't we just have science all day? wonders the girl. It'd be so much easier, and I'm no good at this subject anyways. Across the row of seats, Karma looks about ready to pass out of boredom. Then again, he always looks like that, so relaxed, not giving a shit about anything, thinks Manami. He's so calm and collected, too. No one could ever realize that he's the devil incarnate. But he's actually pretty hot...

Said hot devil glances over.

The poor science lover gives a small gasp and hides behind her Japanese textbook. Her face feels like it's going to explode, and her heart is racing a mile a minute besides. 

"Okay, everyone! Now that we've gone over grammar, let's work on some poems! We'll be working in groups of two, so pair up!" Korosensei announces. Manami's classmates call out to each other with requests, and some of them are already shooting ideas back and forth. Wow, they're all so good at this subject, I wonder who I'll work with? 

"Oi, Okuda-san," says a voice from behind. She looks. And she almost falls out of her desk. It's him. The redhead. 

"H-hi, Karma-kun," Manami stammers out. "Did y-you want t-t-to be partners or s-something?"

"Well, I just came over to borrow a pencil, but did you want to work together?"

"O-oh, um, I..." she straightens her glasses. Why did I assume he was going to ask me? Of course he'd never ask me! 

"Alright, let's be partners." He plops down beside her in the desk. Behind the glasses, Manami blushes furiously. 

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A couple days later, the redhead strolls up to her after school. "Wanna see a movie?"

"Uh, what's it about?" she asks.

"A samurai brought back from the dead," he replies.

"I don't think I'd really enjoy - "

"It includes a mad scientist."

The science lover sits in the front row of the movie theatre with the hot devil boy on her right. How did I get talked into this again? she wonders. On the screen, a mad scientist cackles in joy. Oh, right. 

"I think that's you in about seven years," Karma teases. She blushes. Suddenly, the not-so-dead samurai's face takes up the whole screen as the theatre is filled with his moans. 

"Kyaaaa!" screams Manami and fellow movie-goers. She clutches the arm next to her. 

"You okay?" asks the owner of the arm, the redhead who brought her here. 

She quickly lets go and places her hands in her lap, averting her eyes. "Sorry." Karma looks over in concern.

"We can leave, if you want."

"N-no! It's fine!" the girl says back. Then she kisses him on the cheek in a quick moment. The devil boy freezes. Aaaahhh! Why did I do that?! she internally screams. 

A slow smile creeps onto Karma's face. He slings his arm around her shoulder, then whispers "I'm guessing you're having a good time." 

Manami covers her face with her hands. "I'm not any good with words."

"That's okay," he says. "I can understand you just fine."