Nagisa Shiota is now 25 years old. He is a teacher of failures by day and a deadly assassin by night. He can not only conceal his presence but also make his presence very known because of what Bitch-sensei had taught him after graduating. Soon, the class decides to visit their old classroom to see just how much everyone had changed over the past seven years after the death of their beloved Koro-sensei. But when Nagisa walks in, everyone is shocked. Why?

Karma Akabane is the world's best assassin who has been given a job. To assassinate Nagisa Shiota. When his plan to kill him on the spot fails, his new plan is to befriend him and kill him in the process. He runs into him at a cafe, and they talk for a while and become friends. As their friendship strengthens, Karma begins to develop feelings for Nagisa. Will he be able to assassinate him, or will his feelings get in the way of it all? NOTE: This is an AU where the events of Class 3-E did not take place. Koro-sensei wasn't present before this ( ;-; ). This takes place after high school. DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own any of the Assassination Classroom/Ansatsu Kyoushitsu characters.

Story One~ Do You Want Me? Story Two~ Karma Reads Fanfiction. Story Three~ Nagisa's Diary Story Four~ The Prince Pt 1 The Prince Pt 2 The Prince~Final Story Five~Interrupted Story Six~Drunken Confession Story Seven~Love Potion Story Eight~ Blind Date - Story Nine~ Under The Mask Story Ten~ Half A Heart PT1 Story Eleven~Fake Boyfriend +More TBD// does include Lemons/Lime/Mostly Fluff. I don't own any of the pictures (:

I really like drunk fic moments with these two, so I decided to make a story of one-shots with that being the theme.

A bunch of one-shots of the blueberry and the strawberry. My friend Kat helped me with some of the concepts so it should be slightly less cringy. THERE IS SWEARING KIDS

Keeping a low profile isn't the best option out there but, what choice does he have? After killing near 200 hundred people at such a young age, almost every taskforce in the entire nation is searching high and low for him. Being classified as a low-life, Nagisa's constantly bullied by the academically better--by tolerance. No one supported him, no one was there for him in his time of need which made him regret ever accepting bloodlust. Until one encounter, changed his whole perception. But, was it for the better or worse? "Smiling conceals your true intentions"

Nagisa Shiota, a trainee teacher in charge in a class of delinquents, utilising Korosensei's unconventional teaching methods to teach them. He appears weak and defenceless, a delicate flower that sheds petals at every meagre rustle or breeze, yet this is helpful to him in more ways than one. He uses his personal experiences and deceiving appearance to aid his secondary, more unsanitary job, and to hold his own around the misguided students. However all of his self-control and training flies out of the window when a certain redhead wanders into the classroom to see if the rumours going around school concerning the new teacher were true. They meet, and something odd happens, and then he is hooked, and hell-bent on unearthing Nagisa Shiota's deepest, darkest secrets . Even if it gets him killed. Highest Ranking: #1 in Karmagisa on 28/09/2018, #1 in nagisashiota on 31/01/2019 and #7 in assassin as of 22/11/2018 Disclaimer: I do not own Assassination Classroom, any of the pictures used or just about any of the material that this is based on, however I do own the story. Do not copy or reupload it anywhere.

The first time he saw it he was four years old, struggling to pry his mother's clawing fingers from their vice-grip on his wrist. He'd screamed and begged while she roared threats into his tear-streaked face, and then his voice choked in his throat when he saw those glimmering eyes lazily observing him from a shadowed corner. A forked tongue flicked out, the color of freshly-spilled blood. Thousands of staring eyes the same color as his. A dark stirring in his belly that made his mother seem less like a horribly invincible monster and more like foolish prey that had wandered too close. The ghost (demon?) disappeared once he'd blinked the stinging tears from his eyes, cringing at the way his mother's nails dug into already-scarred skin. That feeling the thing had sparked, though, insistently remained, quiet but ever-present, preying on the emotions he'd been forcing himself to swallow down ever since his father died. And it only got worse from there.

A series of Oneshots Some contain smut Some contain fluff Requests are 「open」(*'ω'*) So enjoy ♡ ≿≾≿≾≿≾≿≾≿≾≿≾≿≾≿≾≿≾≿ ☀︎Started: 8/26/18 ☁︎Completed: ??/??/??