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

Epilogue Part 2

With Saiki (Limited)

When Saiki got home, after the coffee break with Koro-Sensei, Saiki had gifted his apartment to his old yellow co-worker, as he headed home and began a new part of his life, this time with less assassinating and more studying, it sounded a little boring, however boring was better than life-threatening, and soon Saiki would test in, and likely qualify for Cambridge University like he wanted.

Though when he teleported home, with a luggage full of nice shirts ties, shoes and dress pants. As he opened the door, he was tackled into a hug by his parents, at such speed, they didn't even think, making Saiki step back as his parents cried over him.

"We were so worried Ku!" his mother cried endlessly, and his father agreed, as he tried to say something macho but failed, as his derpy face ruined all possibilities, to do so, the young, but very mature Saiki, didn't hug back, but he didn't push away either, as he stood there while as his parents welcomed him back, this time for longer than a day.

"But, we will have a nice dinner later." his mother wiped away a tear with a handkerchief, "Go with your friends, you haven't answered your calls." Kusuo knew he hadn't answered his calls, as he usually left his phone at home, and it was well worth it, as he wouldn't have been able to think if his phone kept buzzing endlessly from calls.

Kusuo nodded and waved a short-time farewell, but when he was walking was trampled over my Mikoto who bear-hugged him, when Saiki had turned the corner, obviously seeing her coming, but no point on trying to avoid her now, as he'd get an earful out of it.

"You did it Kusuo! I can't believe it!" she hugged him, as Saiki, as kindly as possible shoved her back, as she had a blissful smile on her face, Saiki's eyes were clearer now, with emotion in this life-or-death situation.

"Let's meet up with the rest of the gang!" she brought up, as Toritsuka who stood behind her nodded in agreement, as he greeted his friend with a manly pat on the back, and a fist bump.

And that experience, with, what as well be the entire school eating out with one another, was it's own life or death experience.

That was a bit dramatic-- but it was a stressful experience.