Sweet Troubles: An Assassination Classroom Fanfiction

Weakness (Part 1)

A/N: Okay, you know what? I'm going to upgrade Isogai's house. I know it's random but yeah. In the previous chapter (before Dreams, Memories, or Visions?) I wrote that his house was pretty small right? It was like a one story house with only one window. But you could still have a two story house with a backyard and a couple of windows even if you are poor (although you may have a big heavy debt to pay). I actually first made it a two story house but I thought that would be a bad idea because it wouldn't really show the fact that he was poor so I changed to a one story-one window house before I published it. So anyways I'm going to make it like that but at the same time it would be on the rugged side, run down and broken in some places. Of course, not too dramatically so. It will just look a little............rundown. Haha lol anyways....That would mean I have to go back and change that. The new readers would probably not notice the change but the old readers who have read along ever since the beginning might notice it. Again, it is a random minor change so there is no need to pay attention to it that much. You could go back and read the description if you want, it is near the beginning. Also, thanks for the support and now the reached goal of 1K views!! Wow, I can't believe how I reached a thousand. You know what that means...a new goal!! 

As for this chapter, I guess I'm dividing it up into parts again, it already filled up 8 pages at font size 12 and I'm not even past halfway of it so...yeah.That's all I have to say and enjoy this chapter!

P.S: I'm so sorry it took so long, if you read this chapter, I'm pretty sure you could tell that I'm at a writers block haha it's rubbish but I thank you people who actually take the time to read it.

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"-yuki? Shirayuki!" Isogai tapped my shoulder, calling out to me. I stretched out my arms and legs. I had my eyes closed, still very drowsy from earlier. I barely had any sleep.

"Hmm? Oh Mom, thanks for waking me up. If you haven't I would have slept through the whole day..." I yawned, my eyes unfocused and blurry.

"Snap out of it Shirayuki, it's me, Isogai." He looked at me concerned. "Are you okay? You really should have slept on the bed." He had a look of regret on his face.

"Hey, don't worry! This futon is really comfortable, no matter what type of floor it is on, it would be as fluffy as a cloud! Come here and try it out." I snapped up into a sitting position as I put a big smile on my face with my eyes still closed, as I pat the futon enthusiastically. Isogai went on top of the futon and I knew his eyes had widen then changed into an equally big smile.

"Oh, you're right! It's just as fluffy as- Hey, that not the point! Don't try to evade me, Shirayuki. Why are you so pale?" He frowned slightly, really concerned for my sake.

"It's a long complicated story, even for me. I'll tell you about it later. Shouldn't you be getting ready to go to school?" He seemed dubious at the fact that it was long and complicated, after all, I was sleeping in his room the whole time, not going anywhere. In his point of view.

"Yes, well I'm ready, I already made bentos for my siblings and me so I just need to go make breakfast for them..." He gave in once more, sighing. I smiled, moved to tears and did a thumbs up at him.

That's a man for you! He looked at me questionably but went downstairs to make food. I soon floated right after him as I finished snapping away my things and getting ready too. Isogai was in an apron as he fried some eggs and made toast. I floated by his head, in another sleepy daze as he plated the food and gave it to his brother and sister.

"Do you want some too?" Isogai whispered towards me.

" Nah, it's fine. Wouldn't your siblings think it weird how you're making food for some invisible person? Anyways, I could just do this." I snapped my fingers and a big plate full of high quality crispy, hot bacon, soft, scrambled eggs, and golden brown toast lathered in buttery goodness. A glass of fresh, creamy milk appeared along with the plate, floating in the air with me. He stared at it, and I knew it looked heavenly to him, after all, I never really get to eat anything this good either in the real world. I laughed as I held the plate and glass out to him.