fraternizing with the enemy (assassination classroom fanfiction)

Anger and relief time (edited)

Back to E-Class: Asano Senior's Departure

As Asano Senior was escorted out of the room, the tension in the air seemed to grow thicker.

Th-the principal attacked them both? He attacked his own children? Irina's mind whirled, struggling to grasp the enormity of what she'd just learned. Her gaze flicked instinctively toward her colleagues, her eyes catching the tight set of Karasuma's jaw and the clenched fists at his sides. The barely-contained fury was palpable. He was no longer just angry. He was beyond it. He was furious.

Irina's eyes slid to Koro-Sensei, the target of everyone's attention, and the one person who could make her heart race with just a look. She could almost feel the impending explosion from him. Koro-Sensei, for all his quirks and jolly mannerisms, wasn't hard to read when it came to his emotions—not by the way he spoke, but by the hue of his color and the aura he emanated.

As the students began to slowly retreat from their teacher, instinctively distancing themselves from the storm that was about to unfold, Irina followed suit. She had learned from Nagisa's information book that when Koro-Sensei turned a certain color, it wasn't just a passing mood. It was a sign of deep, unbridled anger. If he's turned that color, she thought, then he's absolutely furious.

The atmosphere grew tense, a heavy silence creeping over them as the realization of the severity of the situation settled in. They had all heard enough of the conversation between the principal and their classmates, piecing together fragments of what had happened. They had come to their own conclusions—and some, like the more calculating minds in the room, had begun to entertain darker thoughts. If a certain someone is planning on strategically ending the chairman's life, well... one of the androgynous-looking students thought to himself. That's news to everyone else.

The students took another step back when they felt the shift in Koro-Sensei's presence. A dark aura swept through the room like a tidal wave, and within seconds, his color shifted to black. Oh shit. He's pissed. The thought echoed through the group like a ripple, and suddenly, everyone was scrambling to get away from their now-volatile teacher.

But before they could react further, a car screeched into the parking lot, its tires scraping against the concrete.

Irina turned instinctively toward the sound, her sharp eyes immediately locking onto two individuals as they hastily exited the vehicle. "Doesn't the guy look a little like Karma?" Irina muttered under her breath, the words slipping out before she realized it.

The entire class looked in the direction she was staring, studying the unfamiliar pair. But it wasn't until Koro-Sensei spoke, his voice tinged with a knowing smile, that they all focused more intently. "That's because those are Karma's parents," he said, his tone light but carrying an edge of something deeper.

Moments later, the spectacle escalated. Asano Senior was unceremoniously thrown out of the hospital by its security, his protests barely audible over the cacophony of murmurs. The students watched, a mix of curiosity and disbelief, as Karma's mother set her gaze on the man with laser precision, her eyes narrowing. She began stalking toward him, slow and deliberate, like a predator watching its prey before it pounced.

With Asano Senior

The elder Asano froze under the intense stare of the woman now approaching him. For a moment, he couldn't decide whether to run or wait it out. But the sight of her—his deceased wife's childhood friend—paralyzed him with something far darker than fear.

"Asuka, lovely to see you," he said, forcing a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "What are you doing here this evening? I thought you and your husband were traveling for work. But, I have to say, it's nice to see you."