You and the "delinquent" Feitan have been friends for several years now. But will the transition from middle school to high school change these old times? --- Status: COMPLETE. --- Image credit to artist. If you know the artist, please comment. Originally posted to DeviantArt January 2015. As of January 2021, I have marked this story as complete. Any additional Feitan x Reader will be continued as a separate story. Thank you for your continued support.

Jacked - by definition, it means physically or mentally stimulated from the effects of a drug or a stimulant. That's how I always feel when I'm with Hisoka. The stupid 28-year old had somehow worked his way into my heart, after laughing at me, embarrassing me, and then kicking my ass. Jerk. But I love him, so I guess it wasn't too bad. Anyway, this is a love story of how I came to know the sado-maso psycho who loved to fight, and how our love developed. But hey, keep it a secret, okay? My fiance Illumi Zoldyck doesn't know... *wink*

I was born an assassin. I liked being one, so I took on many jobs and killed people. My parents weren't happy, so they got another family to adopt me when I was 10. Living with that family was torture. When I was 13, I saw my parents training with each other and having fun. Not thinking twice, I killed them. For making me suffer on my own. I regretted it. From then on, I stopped being an assassin and kept my old self away and started a new life in Kunugigaoka Junior High, the most famous junior high school in Tokyo, and where my foster father, Asano Gakuho, was the principal. Things went well. Until I was dropped into Class 3-E on my last year in that school because of my poor grades. Ever since then, my foster father started treating me like trash. I hated his cold, harsh and horrible attitude towards me. Then, most of the moon was gone. The culprit became my teacher. And the 3-E students had the highest chance to kill him. That was when my bloodlust came back, together with my assassin self. I used to be Aoyama Suzuki. Now I am Asano Suzuki. I am in Class 3-E, also known as the End Class. And also the Assassination Classroom.

If you let the fly live, the spider will die, You can't save both without one suffering. You can't save anyone, ... without being forgotten