•The Assassin's Teacher• ((Saiki K. x Assassination Classroom Crossover))

Weekly Training (Day 3-4)

Last time...
Saiki shut off his phone, he'll remind himself to answer her later

Saiki (Limited)
By the time the day had ended worth of training for both Kiyo and Kusuo. The young Kusuo was face forward in the sand and begging to sleep.

"Sleep is for losers!" His grandma said pridefully as she stood hero position at the head of her grandson, her arms on her hips and her legs spread arm's length apart.

"Unless you want an excuse on why you shouldn't be hanging out with your friends, who even though she saved your ass when you went drinking underage, and you had to sneak your way into your house without your parents finding you out, and lied while you threw up I the washroom when calling Blockbuster and asking for P!tch Perfect 3,

"While continuously taking the wheel when you're constantly drunk after some-asshat-tipped your drink!"

Kusuo raised his head from the Okinawa beach sand, "How old are you? That was three different years..." he commented.

Kiyo lifted up her heel and pushed on Saiki's face towards that sand, her hero poses not damaged.

"No one asked your opinion, sweet grandson," her smile never seemed to falter. Kusuo rolled over, his head facing the sky on the lonesome beach.

"Well we'll be working on more water manipulation, but other than that you'll be fine. I'll teach you hand to hand combat tomorrow,"

She wiped her hands on her pants, "I'll walk myself to the retirement home."

Kusuo looked over to her, his back still on the beach sand, and nodded.

"So I just have to tell you..."

His grandmother said truthfully.

"FuCk tHiS sHIt, i'M oUt!"

Then she teleported into mid-air. Saiki sighed, it was a long day. Things wouldn't get better as they went on...he knew that.

Koro-Sensei still needed to die, the author (ChikaShane) needs to find an episode for Saiki to return in, he needs coffee jello, and something was definitely wrong with his students as he thought back to it...they have all sorts of life issues.

Divorced families: one even going as far to try and change the gender of their child, one was as dirt poor as Mera was, others were in some sort of pain, and many just wanted to be respected, but the school itself looks down on them.

Kusuo groaned vocally, he's just seventeen, and just wants to be normal, sucks life can't be that way.

͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

For some reason, Kiyo (creativity) put both of Kusuo's weak points together into one major 'oof' as she would say.

That day, it was dark and cloudy even though it was already eight in the morning on the beach.

"Thunderstorm." Kiyo looked up as they stepped into the beach.

'Never would have guessed'