Assassination Classroom ~One Shots~

(11) Isogai x (bullied) reader

Well, this is a sort of angst I think... Dunno to be honest. You can choose it by your own that you think this should be an angst or not. Enjoy the story =P

"Wow, her clothes style is even worse than that from the old teacher!" "Is that thing supposed to be a human being?" "The world is better off without that thing." The world is cruel. My parents are amazing. I do have a healthy life. Even my grades aren't that bad. The only problem is that everyone except my parents, hates me.

"Ring!" Dammit. It's already time to be isolated with people that hates me. Since everyone started to bully me, I always had the same question: When does it end?

I went to my seat and I already saw that there was clue on it. I grabbed some paper out of my bag and put it on the clue. While the teacher was explaining about algebra, somebody threw a paper against my head. I don't even want to open it. Everyone wanted that I never existed. I already have enough of this class. 

An hour passed. That was gladly the last class of today. Now it's time to go to the locker. I put my stuff in my backpack and closed it. "Yo! Is this your phone?" Unfortunately it is. "Where did you find that?" I asked calmly "I found it in your backpack. You don't deserve to have something like that." He threw it to the ground and pulverized on it. They walked with an evil laugh away. I walked to my phone and checked it. I sigh. "Time to lie to my parents again."

"What are you doing doing with my doll?" "We've to break it. We don't need stuff from satan itself on this world." He pulled the head of the doll out and threw the doll away. I felt the tears on my cheeks. "Sadness, you need to feel that all the time. Happiness and satan? That's an impossible match!" They walked away and more tears were coming. "Only my parents cares about me. Even animals hates me. They were right about me. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and saw a boy with black hair making a worried face. "What's the matter?" I pointed to the doll. He walked to the doll and tried to fix it. After a minute, he gave it back to me."Y-You don't hate me?" He patted on my head. "Why would I? You haven't done anything wrong, do you?" I said nothing. But he was right about that. What did I do wrong? I slowly nodded. "Well then, if you ever need help. I promise that I'll come and rescue you."

Those words. He didn't lied to me. One time, my food was thrown away and he shared his food with me. "Sorry that I couldn't stop these guys." "Don't worry about that Yuuma." We spoke each other almost everyday. Even though that we weren't at the same school. Unfortunately, I had to move to an another city and couldn't speak with him anymore.

"I'm sick of this treatment." I said quietly when I walked out of the school. I was at home and wrote a letter for my parents. "I'm sorry. You were the only ones who accept me. I promise that I'll come back." I whispered. I packed my stuff and lay the letter on my bed. Now that my parents are having dinner in a restaurant, I don't have to be afraid that they're going to see me. Let's see where my new path of life lies.

I took the bus to come to the nearest train station. While I walked to the train, I stumbled over my own feet. "Do you need any help?" I searched for the voice and there stood a boy in front of me. I nodded. He grabbed my hand and pulled me off the ground. He gave me a shocked look when he saw my face. "(F/N)-chan!?" I looked right in his eyes. Wait a sec... "Yuuma, what're you doing here!?" "I'm on my way to go home. What're you planning to do with that many stuff?" I gave a look of it. It's more than I needed.. "I want to give it to a charity!"  

Damn, I see that he didn't believed that. "It's getting worse, isn't it?" I began to cry. "No matter how hard I try. Everyone still hates me. I still don't get that you even want to talk to me." I sobbed. He patted on my head. "You only need some help (F/N)-chan. Give me one last chance." I looked at the ground. "I promise you, it will succeed." At last, he gave me a smile. "At first, we need to go to your house." He grabbed your hand. It was warm. "Let's go."