Assasination Classroom Imagines.

Return to Me.(Human!Koro-sensei)

-Thank you for requesting! This is a human koro-sensei and I decided to just call him Koro because in this AU, he isn't your teacher.  Enjoy!-

  You feel like you're drowning. There is no air for you to breath, nothing in sight for you to see. Your head pounds against your skull as you struggle to breath. Every blood vessel in your body screams for oxygen, but you cannot relieve them of their suffering. Just when your vision is about to go hazy, you break through the surface to see his blurry face in front of yours. He has his hands wrapped tightly around your breathing pipe. His fingers constrict around your throat with such inhumane strength, that you find yourself unable to squeeze out the necessary words to calm him down.

"Koro...you're...!" you whimper helplessly as your legs start to grow numb from thrashing endlessly.

  You watch as his pupils snap back to their original size and his whole body slackens, including his death-grip around your neck. As the pressure returns to your lungs, you wheeze in gulps of much needed air before running your hand along the bruises that are already starting to become visible. Koro seems completely ridden by confusion until he realises what he has done to you. His dark eyes waver in guilt and shame as he glances down at his hands, which started to tremble intensely. When your hammering heart calms down once more, you attempt to reach out to him. But he flinches away almost immediately before grabbing the well-used suitcase and throwing it open on the ruffled bed. He starts to pack in complete silence until you call out to him softly.

"Where are you going?" Your eyes widen at how hoarse your voice sounds, surely he notices it first.

"I'm going to stay at a hotel tonight. You know the drill, (Your Name)." he states coldly before turning the handle to leave. "I can't be under the same roof as you after another incident like this, I don't want to hurt you anymore."

"I-I'm fine, Koro. Really." you whisper before wrapping your arms around your knees. It has suddenly gotten very cold.

"You're not." he hushes under his breath as his face contorts into such a painful expression when looking you in the eye.

"Please don't leave me here, Koro." you plead gingerly and his grip on the door handle tightens drastically.

  He quickly glides over to you. Your eyes flutter shut automatically as he drops a soft kiss to your temple before disappearing out of the door he so quickly retreated from to kiss you good-bye. His lips still linger on your flushed skin even after the front door clicks shut, confirming his absence. The sob that bursts through her lips sounds both wild and noisy. The briny tears sting at your vulnerable eyes, painting them bloodshot. They leave tracks on your face, and your chest trembles. You feel the snot dribbling down your flaring nostrils. Cry after cry echoes through the silent house as your attempt to bite down on your trembling lips. But you don't hear yourself, in fact, you silence everything from reality as you wallow in the sea of feelings.

  You hurt for yourself, but you hurt most for your lover. Koro is your everything. It saddens you greatly to watch him suffer through his trauma. Before he was rescued, his body was used as a mere tool in an inhumane experimentation project. He was a victim of human trafficking, and his body was battered and broken from all the mysterious serums and constant stinging of ominous liquids and concoctions. His life was torn apart from the very first breath he took in this wreck of a world. When you first lay eyes on him, you had no hope for him. Returning to the normality you were all so familiar with, it wasn't something that could've been achieved overnight. He was reluctant about getting close to you. Koro had shut himself off of the world for a whole 2 years, if you weren't assigned to him at the hospital, you probably would've given up on him ages ago. But you remained persistent. And occasionally he would open up. If you were lucky, you'd earn yourself a small smile from him. His grin breathed butterflies into your stomach, it was so pure, so beautiful.

   Even after a miraculous recovery, his post traumatic stress disorder lingered around for much longer. It is so unpredictable. Anything can trigger him to become agitated and hysterical. It could be a shadow or any loud sound that resembled what his brain remembers from that horrible period of his life. During the day, he'd freeze up and his whole body seems to lose control of itself to his distressed emotions. But in the evenings, it'd get worse. His nightmares get the best of him, making him more vulnerable than he already is. It's the same forsaken routine whenever he acts out. He'd leave you alone to be alone himself. This detachment period usually lasted more than 3 weeks before you'd agree to see each other again. You didn't want to be alone without him for that long. Just like he needed you, you needed him.

  Your swollen eyes split open and you find yourself staring out the window. The sun blinds you temporarily and you bury your face into your pillow. It still feels damp from the hysterical crying last night. You slowly drag your sore body off of the bed and head downstairs. You don't even bother to comb your hair or get ready for another day at the hospital. Instead, you pitter patter to the kitchen to grab a gulp of coffee. But your feet freeze up on the cold marble floor as you smell the familiar scent of  it already lingering in the warm morning air. You are shaken awake by the possibility, and you dash towards the kitchen to see his back turned to you. He has his head bent over the broiling bot of your favourite soup. He turns around at the sounds of your movement, and his lips curl up. He beams at you with the smile you love so much. 

"Good morning," he greets a little awkwardly before nodding at the coffee maker. "The coffee's in th-"

  He is cut off by your sudden leap into his arms. Your arms wrap around his neck tightly, and you have to breath his scent in a couple of times to make sure that he was actually there. You then run your hand through his black strands of hair, and the tears automatically spring to your eyes as your lips spread to reveal such a relieved smile. He returns your love by looping his arms around your waist securely. You pull apart slightly and your eyes meet gently, followed by your faces being pressed between his hands. He pulls your lips into his, and you both share a passionate lip lock. His feelings, his doubts, and his fears are all being pressed into one kiss, but one emotion overpowers everything else. Love.

"Welcome home, Koro."