Assassination Classroom oneshots

Maehara x Okano

This chapter is dedicated to  @rainbowfire57 for requesting this couple.

It was a sunny day. The 3E class were out training. Namely, they had been put into pairs and had to fight each other.

Unluckily, a certain octopus-like creature had helped pick the pairs...

Okano was one of the known good fighters in 3E, as she was great at gymnastics. Maehara had some great knife-wielding skills, but he had a different plan to beat her.

The rules? To win, you have to tag the other person with the paint on your weapon. Anything else goes.

Maehara and Okano took their places, and Maehara held out his hand. "Good fight, okay?" She blushed slightly, but she took his hand Maehara grinned, flipping her over and swiping his knife at her. She sprung to action, flipping out of the way and standing alert, ready for whatever he threw at her. They fought, back and forth, for a while, until they were both getting tired. Okuda's movements had gotten sloppier, and she was scared she was going to slip and injure herself. Maehara swung his arms recklessly and slower than he had started out. Both of their fighting styles had worsened increasingly.

"You should just give up." Maehara stated, trying to sound like he wasn't panting.

She stopped for a second, and so did he. "I should give up? I should be saying that to you."

He lunged at her. "Hey, no poking!" She dodged, exclaiming. He felt his cheeks tinge red at her comment.

"I'll do," lunge, "whatever," dodge, "I want too," stop to catch a breath, "thank you very much."

By this time, they were both panting, and the whole class was cheering them on. No fight had lasted this long before, and it was interesting to watch.

"Go Okano!" Nakamura yelled. Okano looked over at her and shot a grateful smile. The guys either cheered for Maehara, or watched Okano flipping around the courtyard. It was interesting to watch.

They both stood, facing each other, panting heavily. Who knew fighting was such hard work?

Okano carried on to fight though, even though she wasn't using gymnastics. Karasuma and Irina watched the two curiously, interested to see who would result as the victor of the fight.

Maehara was getting fec up. He kind of doubted his plan, now that it was time to put it into action...

No. He wanted to win, so he was going to do it.

His energy amped up, probably his adrenaline finally kicking in, and he lunged ad Okuda, managing to grab her wrist. He pulled her in, until their bodies were placed almost flush together.

"W-what are you doing? Idiot-" She began flusteredly, but she was cut off by something warm covering her mouth. It was Maehara's lips.

The class errupted into cheers as Okuda's senses melted away and she gave in... until she felt paint smearing her cheek.

Maehars pulled back, a slight blush dotted across his cheeks, but a triumphant grin dominating his face. "I win~" He smiled at her.

She raised an eyebrow at him, feeling slightly embarrased for falling for his tricks. "Oh really? Check your jacket."

Maehara took off his jacket, twisting the back round to see... paint. Paint that Okuda had placed on his jacket, and that had been there for who knows how long.

"Yes, just as I expected." Korosensei cut in. "Okuda won the fight within the first five seconds, but she wasn't sure that she did; until she checked, right before you two kissed," his explanation was interrupted by a cheeky laugh, "and she looked at the back of your jacket."

Okuda grinned. "Guess I won that fight, then."

Maehara smirked. "But I won something much better than that."