Assassination Classroom: My Perspective

Assassination Classroom: Chapter 51

Assassination Classroom: Chapter 51
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I walked to the back and swung my bag over my shoulder. Isogai waited for me at the front of the classroom and everyone was watching, which made me nervous. Isogai gave me a smile that warmed my heart though, and the tense that I felt in my shoulders eased away. "I'll be back soon." Isogai waved the class off and the teachers smiled. He opened the door for me and I walked out, keeping my head low.

"Chin up." Korosensei reminded me and I turned around. We stared at each other for a second before I smiled and nodded, walking out - watching what was ahead of me instead of what was below me. "Bye-bye!" the class yelled cheerfully and I flinched at the sound of their voices destroying the sound barrier. "Bye!" I waved and Isogai chuckled.

We got a couple blocks down the hill and I could feel Isogai's arm rub against my shoulder on accident. He cleared his throat nervously as his antennae-like ahoge stuck straight up. We'd been quiet for all of fifteen minutes. "I don't like this." I said impatiently as I looked up at him. My voice seemed to have caught his attention because his head snapped in my direction - something told me I'd just yanked him out of the reality he seemed to have created in his head. "Y-You don't like what...?" He stuttered before his speaking cleared up a little. "It's so quiet!" I answered. He nearly flinched and I sighed. "How long 'til winter? I want it to be cold soon." I whined as I squinted my eyes and looked up at the clouds lingering above us. "Rainy weather is good, too!" Isogai added and I looked over, smiling and nodding.

We got to the point where we were only a few steps away from the door of my house. He smiled and gave me an awkward hug which felt really weird. "C'ya in class tomorrow, Koiama-san." He said respectfully with a bow before turning and walking back in the direction of the classroom. My heart was being pulled in so many different directions, and I knew it wasn't his intent, but it felt painful. I didn't know anything anymore. Why was my life so eventful? I just wanted to live it out peacefully and die at a good age after having thoroughly enjoyed it. "Bye-!" I yelled back, catching myself. I turned and opened the door, hopping inside the house. My mom wasn't home, so I didn't have to feel stressed out.

After a moment of contemplation, I yelled to myself, "I don't wanna live a stressful, annoying life! Today, I'mma forget all my stupid problems and enjoy tonight! I don't want any homework, and don't want any responsibilities!" I sounded like a living, breathing joke - a dead one, at that. I sighed, kicking off my shoes and running upstairs, changing into pajamas and flopping on the couch with a bucket of ice cream and a spoon - all I needed to have for a good night. Probably not the best thing to stuff my face with if I had a fever, but who cared? My phone buzzed in my pocket and I picked it up. "Hashimoto-chan-?" I mumbled to myself with the spoon in my mouth. I reluctantly tapped the screen and Hashimoto's excited voice screamed a little static-y through the phone. "BITCH THE FU-" I interrupted her. "HUH?" I screamed as the spoon fell out of my mouth and hit the couch, and I wondered what the hell our conversation was turning into... Never mind, it was memes. "So, like, what the hell??" She asked again. I could hear the whisper-like voices of our classmates in the background and I sighed, knowing we weren't the only ones listening to our conversation. "Anyhoo, you left your notebook in the classroom. I'mma drop it off later. C'yaaaa!" She giggled through the telephone and before I could say anything like "Wait-" or "Bye." She hung up. What an energetic little bean. I dropped my phone on the table and sighed. I just slept on the couch and watched My Hero Academia for the rest of the day. "Season four needs to come out already!! We've been waiting for too long..."

Four Hours Later -

When my eyes finally fluttered open, I could see it was dark outside. I sneezed and accidentally kicked the empty ice cream tub off the side of the couch. I coughed a few times and growled, picking it up and yeeting it into the trash-can in the kitchen. "Well darn, Bitch-sensei was right..." I mumbled as I sneezed into a tissue.

I walked up the stairs, my hand gently running itself over the railing as I took each step, carefully. When my foot finally made contact with the shallow rug, I heard something in my room fall over and shatter against the wooden flooring, just on the other side of the door to my room. I flinched and my hand trembled as I slowly reached for the doorknob, holding one hand up - getting ready to Detroit Smash somebody's face in. I took a deep breath, shoving the door open. "H-Hashimoto-chaaaaan...? This isn't funny, please come out!" I repeated as I stepped into my room, slowly. The room would have been pitch-black if it weren't for the moonlight shining in from behind the transparent curtains fixed over the window. My heartbeat quickened when I heard footsteps echo throughout the room - footsteps that weren't mine. I turned around right as the door slammed and I was tackled to the bed. "Hey-!" I yelled as a familiar tentacle pushed itself over my mouth, silencing any noises I would've made. "Jumpy girl." I could hear an emotionless voice sigh as my eyes widened. "Itona-kun-?" I mumbled. My voice was muffled before he pulled it away. "Are you going to be quiet now?" He asked. He obviously didn't like loud noises. I nodded slowly and he let go of me. "What the actual heck?" I muttered as he turned around, opening the door to the hallway. He didn't answer, he just walked downstairs. "Uh?" I hummed in a questioning tone as I started to follow him. I felt his tentacle wrap around my waist and pull me up, much gentler this time. "You're too slow." He said bluntly. He pulled me along with him before setting me on the couch once we got downstairs, and he walked into the kitchen. "'Kay, but how did you know where I lived-?" I asked as I crossed my arms. He walked over, putting a warm rag over my forehead. "Shut up." He hissed and I blinked in surprise. "M'kay??" He put a hand over my face and I could feel my face heat up. "What are you doing...?" I nearly stuttered, pulling away a little. Again, he didn't answer and I got annoyed. "You have a fever. It should clear up, soon. Don't take this as me being affectionate. When I join you, I'll be someone else... Someone stronger." He mumbled with a somewhat harsh tone in his voice. "When you join me...?" I repeated what he'd said and he sighed in frustration, leaning forward until our faces were only inches apart - I could feel his breath hit my forehead and I went a little red, tensing up. "Say anything to anyone, and I'll kill you." My fist clenched a little, but before I could say anything...

The door slammed open, revealing an out-of-breath Hashimoto. "Bitch, you live a good frickin' three miles away from the stupid hill-" She started as she threw the notebook onto the floor. Itona just looked up from me and she sighed, looking up, finally. It seemed like it had only just occurred to her that Itona was even there and she tilted her head.

"... Heh-?"