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What Would Karma Do... when you have your first fight?

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Karma Akabane x Reader

Mood Song: not strong enough

Summary: Remember the beloved Assassination Classroom anime? This is pretty much that, except you enter the picture of Karma's chaotic school year. Let's see just how compatible the two of you are.

Warnings: depictions of gore, cursing, our first fight with karma ˙◠˙, but also our first semi-spicy scene heheh

Having a classroom on top of a nearly three mile long mountain didn’t have very many perks, but possibly the worst aspect of the rundown classroom was its severe lack of air conditioning.

Though Tokyo didn’t get as sweltering as many places you’ve lived, that still didn’t mean the late summer sun showed any mercy here.

Together your classmates trudged out of the old school building, everyone looking borderline lethargic as they watched their teacher confidently stride down the back side of the large mountain.

“Whew, quite a heat wave we’ve got!” Korosensei exclaimed, clearly not very phased by the scorching atmosphere.

Together you and Nakamura sludged out of the warm building with a few other girls, taking a bit longer to get your swimsuits on. The sight of the boys following after Korosensei had Kayano groaning.

“Is Korosensei seriously going to make us do endurance exercises in this heat? It’s hot enough just sitting inside doing nothing!”

Though you tried to be optimistic, you couldn’t help but agree silently as you felt sweat begin to drip down your back.

“Maybe… he’s taking us to the pool on the main campus! I remember passing it on my first day here,” You said with a small smile as you wiped a bead of sweat from your forehead, “We are in swimsuits after all.”

The sound of Nakamura snorting made your hopes sink though as she glanced back at you with a raised brow, “Doubt it, our class has been practically banned from using any main campus facilities.”

Her words made your shoulders slouch, a groan escaping your lips as you began to tie your hair up.

“C’mon let’s cheer up guys, I’m sure Korosensei has some sort of plan for this terrible heat,” Yada said with a bright smile, her words making you slightly cheer up as she began to jog, “We better catch up with them though before we lose sight of where they’re going.”

So against every will you had, you dared to jog in the sweltering heat to catch up with the rest of your classmates. Luckily they were already discussing possibilities of your destination

“So why are we hiking down the mountain again?” Sugino questioned in a wary tone, trying to search the open forest for any type of clue as to where you all were going.

“To swim, maybe? The main campus has a pool.” Ritsu’s robotic voice explained, a smile flashing across your face as you swung an arm around Nakamura.

“See! I told you that’s where we were probably going-”

“In the opposite direction…” Ritsu finished in a sheepish tone, her words making you whine in annoyance as Nakamura snickered at you and patted your head.

Before you could complain any further, Korosensei’s mischievous giggle filled the air, filling a sense of dread in all of you as he turned around with a wide smile.

“All right, class. Feast your eyes on this!” Korosensei exclaimed, and when he used his tentacles to pull back the branches a collective chorus of gasps was heard.

“Your very own swimming hole! Compliments of me~”

The words were music to all of your ears, many of your classmates wasting no time to strip their jackets off and dive into the cool water. The sight made you grin as you bounced up and down and glanced back at Nakamura.

“See! I was… kind of right?” You exclaimed, Nakamura rolling her eyes before grinning as the two of you walked over to one of the lawn chairs beneath the shade to drop off your jackets.

“Alright, your adorable optimism wins this time, now let’s see if it’ll win a chicken fight!” The blonde explained with a grin before diving in the water.

Grinning at her words, you quickly began to shuffle your shoes off as excitement surged through your body. It had been so long since you were able to just have… regular fun. To almost feel like a kid again.

Ever since you moved to Tokyo with your family, it was like every responsibility of your new adult life fell on you at once. You needed to pull out miraculous grades before the end of the year, endure every extracurricular your parents signed you up for, while also learning to become an assassin so you could kill your teacher who was threatening to blow up the world.

Even just the thought of it made you heave out a sigh, but not without smiling upon remembering the perks of your new life. Even with the challenges, there were also so many amazing experiences and memories you’ve made in just the short time being in this class.

Most of all, you met the man of your dreams who makes you excited to wake up everyday. Though not the type of guy you expected to fall for, as many feel uneasy just being in his presence, you couldn’t argue that the class troublemaker stole your heart.

Speaking of your mischievous boyfriend, your body froze as you scanned the pool to see no tufts of red hair swimming with your classmates. Just as you were about to turn around and question his whereabouts, a pair of arms scooped you up off your feet as a familiar snicker filled your ears.

“Akabane-”

Before you could finish screaming his name you were cut off by cool water engulfing your body, your eyes blinking within the water as the bubbles cleared, only for you to be lifted back up to the surface by a pair of strong arms.

Upon resurfacing you coughed a bit as your lashes blinked away some stray droplets, trying to adjust to your now soaking state before you glared up to the amused golden eyes already peering down at you.

“Hey angel~” Karma cooed, holding you close to his chest as you instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Speak of the devil,” You huffed, pouting your lip out at him as he barked out a laugh, placing a warm kiss on your cheek, “I was just wondering where you were.”

Karma cheekily smiled down at you, brushing a few wet strands from your face, “Looked like you needed some help jumping in.”

“Oh did I?” You spoke with feigned understanding, your eyes narrowed up to him as he flashed a toothy smile.

“I may have also wanted to see that adorable pout of yours~” Karma hummed, grinning as your mouth fell and you shoved him away.

“Well now you don’t get to see anything!” You exclaimed, beginning to submerge under water so you could swim away, only for him to grab your ankle and tug you back to him making you shriek under water.

“Oh you’re not going anywhere angel,” Karma warned, the sound shooting excitement up your spine as he held you up in his arms and began to smother sloppy kisses along your face.

Giggles poured from your lips as you tried to shove his face away, but the only thing that was able to stop his attack was someone’s whistle from across the swimming hole.

“Stop being gross and come join our chicken fight tournament!” Nakamura shouted with a grin as she sat upon Okajima’s shoulders who also wore a confident grin, “We’re the reigning champs so far!”

Karma looked down at you with a grin as he lowered you back into the cool water, “We should probably go fix that, huh?”

Smiling up to him you nodded as your arms wrapped around his neck and you let him drag you over to the group,

“We definitely should.”

The swimming hole had been one of your favorite experiences with the class so far. After multiple rounds of tossing people around (and being tossed), your game was ultimately halted by your overprotective teacher who suspiciously kept his distance around the water.

It wasn’t until Hinano playfully splashed some water on the octopus, that you all discovered a new weakness of his. Anytime water was splashed on his tentacles, they would puff up like a sponge, making him pretty much defenseless.

Of course this sparked a new wave of motivation amongst your classmates, especially your cynical boyfriend who then began to shake the lifeguard stand your teacher was desperately clinging to.

After that, your water festivities came to an end as the teacher declared you had been having too much fun. Regardless, you all seemed to be grateful for the fun time you had. Plus it was refreshing to know you now had a pool of sorts to use on the hotter days.

Smiling to yourself, you made your way out of the girl’s locker room and headed towards your classroom as you ran the towel through your damp hair one last time. Once you opened the door, you were met with some of your classmates who seemed to be discussing the games you played at the swimming hole.

“Bet Y/n is feeling sore from all the times I slammed her in the water.” Nakamura spoke with a grin, your jaw dropping at this before a playful glare was shot to the blonde.

“Oh you think so? I don’t think I’m as sore as your ego when you ultimately lost the tournament.” You shot back, a few of your classmates laughing in response.

Nakamura couldn’t fight the grin off her face before she rolled her eyes and glared at Karma who stood leaning against the back wall, “You’re corrupting our sweet Y/n far too much, do you hear this trash talk?”

Karma simply shrugged resulting in your giggles as he smirked to the group of classmates.

Just as you were about to respond, a loud slam was made behind you causing you to jump a bit as you squeaked and spun around to see an irritated Terasaka.

“Get out of the way.” The boy growled, your eyes widening as you quickly shuffled into the room, deciding to stand beside Karma who’s golden eyes were already narrowed on the brute standing in the doorframe.

The redhead was quick to take your hand in his own, squeezing it gently as if to reassure you.

For some reason Terasaka’s anger only seemed to intensify upon seeing the other group of student’s swarmed around Korosensei who was showing off a motorcycle replica to an impressed Yoshida.

Without much time to react, Terasaka quickly stormed up to the bike and dug his foot into the side, kicking it across the room. The action had everyone gasp in surprise, Korosensei actually shouting in horror as he pitifully sobbed at his destroyed bike.

Just as anger began to bubble in your stomach, the rest of your classmates began to shout at Terasaka for his random spurt of violence, demanding that he apologize to your teacher.

“You’re talking to me and all I hear is a swarm of freakin’ locusts.” Terasaka fumed, bending down to grab a can from his bag before he turned around with a grin, “I think it’s time for some pest control!”

You knew exactly what was about to happen, but your brain almost couldn’t process that Terasaka was going to actually go through with it. But sure enough, the brute popped the lid off the can and threw the now smoking object into the middle of the room.

Before you could react, Karma quickly covered your mouth and lifted his uniform jacket before gently shoving your face into his chest, wrapping the jacket around you to prevent you from inhaling any smoke.

The action nearly made your heart melt if it weren’t for the reality of the situation. Even through Karma’s jacket a bit of the smoke seeped in, causing you to cough a bit until it cleared out of the classroom.

Once Karma tapped your head, you slowly lifted yourself from under his jacket, his eyes scanning your face to make sure you were alright before his sharp glare fell on Terasaka.

“That does it. I enjoy a good prank as much as the next but-”

“Get those disgusting things the hell off.” Terasaka growled, smacking Korosensei’s tentacle away as he glared at the creature, “You’re a monster, you hear me? A freak of nature! Anyone who falls for your nice guy act is stupid!”

His words make your classmates go silent, everyone watching the scene unfold until you felt Karma’s chest vibrate, a scoff escaping his lips.

“I don’t know what’s got your jock in a tangle today, but if he’s such a monster, why not man up and kill him?” Karma questioned innocently. Though his lips were tugged in a smug smile, his eyes were narrowed with a familiar anger in them, “I mean, last I checked that is what we’re supposed to do here.”

“You aiming to start something with me, tough guy?” Terasaka growled, his rage now being directed at Karma which had you tense up beside him, “Cause I wanted to bash your stupid head in since the moment you w-”

Just as Terasaka began to storm his way to Karma, the redhead quickly tugged you behind him before grabbing Tereasaka’s face with alarming speed, keeping a vice grip on his jaw.

“A little advice. You got this backwards. You gotta bash my head in before you can run your mouth.” Karma threatened darkly, though he kept that same ominous smile as his hand tightened on Terasaka’s face.

The brute trembled in what was either anger or fear, probably both as his face began to grow red. Before long, he smacked Karma’s hand away from him before stumbling back.

“You’re all a bunch of freaks!” The tall man growled before storming off, not without slamming the classroom door behind him.

The group of you remained silent before Maehara ultimately spoke up, his eyes glaring at the door, “Wow, what crawled up his butt?”

“I don’t know, maybe he just does it for the attention?” Isogai responded, your classmates seeming to nod in agreement as they slowly began to converse amongst one another.

A shaky sigh left your lips that you didn’t know you were holding this whole time, your eyes glanced back up at Karma once he turned around and looked at you with gentle hues.

“You alright angel?”

His soft words made your lips tug into a smile as you nodded, “Thanks for letting me use your jacket as a shield from the smoke. What even was that stuff?”

Karma smiled down to you before replying simply, “Bug spray.”

“Bug spray?” You replied incredulously, your eyes widening as you glanced around to your clearly unphased classmates before back up to Karma.

“You should’ve covered your mouth too! It’s dangerous to inhale that stuff Karma!”

The redhead simply chuckled at your outburst, poking your cheek as he grinned down at you, “Dangerous for sweet angels like you.”

His mockingly sweet words made you roll your eyes before swatting at Karma’s hand to which he laughed and pulled you into his side. But even as he teased you, your thoughts couldn’t stray from the obvious scene that just played out.

That Terasaka guy was bad news.

Unfortunately, the rest of the day didn’t get any less chaotic.

You spent most of your lunch break listening to Korosensei nasally explain how his sinuses were out of control, a gross looking goo profusely drooling from his face that looked much more like tears.

Before Professor Jelavic could scream at him about how gross it was, the door slammed open not unlike earlier as Terasaka stood at the doorway still looking highly irritated.

Though Korosensei seemed thrilled to see the gruff student back, the rest of the class seemed to scowl at his presence, wondering what kind of trouble he would be stirring up now.

Much to your surprise, Terasaka was here to announce an assassination plan for Korosensei.

This seemed to shock everyone, especially you considering the way he acted before. Had Karma’s words really gotten to him?

Many of your other classmates were in agreement with your thoughts, asking why they should even help him anyways with the way he’s been treating all of you. It seemed most of your peers were leaning towards not helping the brute jerk, but when Korosensei emotionally declared they should help the boy, you all reluctantly agreed.

So that’s how you found yourself crawling back into your swimsuit, the cold damp feeling of the material making you shiver as you tugged the straps over your shoulders. All you could hope was that Terasaka actually knew what he was doing so he didn’t waste everyone’s time.

Following after your classmates as they began to head for the back of the mountain, you suddenly let out a squeak as a hand grabbed you by the arm and tugged you back behind the building.

Whipping your head up, your expression relaxed upon seeing Karma still fully dressed in his school uniform.

“Why didn’t you get changed Karma? We’re supposed to go assist Terasaka with his assassination plan.” You spoke, tilting your head up to him with a raised brow.

Karma ignored your cute expression, deciding to take a glance back at his classmates before looking down to you, “Let’s ditch that big oaf’s stupid plan and just relax in the classroom, yeah?”

The redhead’s words made your eyes roll as you let out an annoyed sigh and smacked his hand off your shoulder.

“Karma, for the last time I’m not going to ditch with you-”

Your words were cut off with Karma’s annoyed huff, his fingers grabbing your chin to force you to look at him.

“M’not trying to get you to skip Y/n, I just don’t trust that idiot.” Karma snarled, your eyes widening when you realized what he was trying to say, “I don’t want you getting caught up in his mess, would rather you stay here with me.”

The light blush dusting Karma’s cheeks made your lips curl into a smile, your eyes softening as you watched the boy struggle to express his concern over you. His protective side always tended to make your insides melt.

“Karma, I appreciate your concern. Trust me, I don’t trust the guy either.” You explained, your head shaking at the thought of Terasaka’s previous outburst, “But it’s not fair to just let our classmates suffer the consequences of Terasaka’s foolish plan alone. Besides, if it really goes that badly, Korosensei will be able to fix it.”

Those words seemed to set Karma off as he backed away from you and ran his hands down his face, “You sound just like damn Nagisa, putting all your faith in that octopus. You know, the one that wants us and the entire world dead?”

At this you felt your brow’s furrow, your fists clenching a bit as you stepped up to Karma, “The circumstances are different now and you know that Karma. I trust Korosensei and I won’t just leave my classmates behind.”

The sudden surge of confidence faltered when you watched Karma’s expression darken, his annoyance turning into an eerily familiar emotion as he took a few steps towards you until your back hit the wall. You hated that his tall presence alone was enough to make you look so pathetically small before him.

“You’re not going to that damn swimming hole angel.” Karma growled, his golden eyes glaring down at you in warning.

The sight nearly made you shiver, never having experienced being on Karma’s bad side. Though you knew his words held no bite, it still made your blood boil seeing him treat you this way.

Did he not trust you after everything you’ve been through? Even if he didn’t, did he think he could just control you?

“I am going to the swimming hole,” You growled back, shoving your hands into his chest to which he stumbled a few steps back as his eyes grew wide, “And if you weren’t such a coward, you would too.”

Karma had to admit, he was shocked. Though he immediately regretted showing that side of himself to you, he also didn’t think you would have the bite to defy him.

A small part of him felt proud, but the larger part of him grew more furious by the second. Not completely because you disobeyed him, but because he knew you were storming off into danger.

Pacing around the building, Karma grit his teeth before he pounded his fist against the old wooden wall, “Fuck!”

“Yeah there we go! Everybody stay spread out like that, nice and far apart!” Terasaka shouted, his lips in a smug grin as he watched all of you spread out amongst the new swimming hole.

His voice made your skin crawl, especially after what happened earlier in the day. Slowly Karma’s words began to seep into your head, a pang of doubt swirling in your gut.

Regardless, your stubbornness wouldn’t let the redhead win, even if he was actually right. You needed to be here for your classmates.

“I’m not so sure about this plan of yours. It’s highly unlikely we’ll get Korosensei in the water-” Kotaro spoke hesitantly, his glass covered eyes scanning the swimming hole with an uneasy expression.

Before he could finish though, Terasaka grumbled something mocking to your poor classmate before shoving him in the water without warning, the action making you scowl.

“C’mon Terasaka, could you at least fill us in on what this plan is so we can actually help?” You huffed, glaring up to the brute who simply returned the stare with a smug grin.

“Don’t you worry that pretty little head of yours, just do as I say and it’ll all work out.”

That comment had all your classmates begin to shout, demanding that Terasaka explain.

“Look at him. We cooperate and the jerk goes power mad.” Kimura sneered, your classmates all agreeing as they glared up to the boy.

When all hope seemed to be lost, Korosensei slowly made his way beside Terasaka, his eyes examining the scene laid before him.

“Ah ha, so I assume the idea is to push me in the water and have everyone converge on me with their knives?” Have you worked out how to actually push me in?” Korosensei questioned honestly, wanting to give Terasaka a fair chance to think this through.

His words only seemed to irritate Terasaka more as he growled at the octopus and began shouting a bunch of nonsense before pointing his gun at him.

Like many of your classmates, you couldn’t help but feel curious as to what Terasaka was thinking. Sure he was a bit of a hot head, but he couldn’t be this foolish enough to think the gun would have any effect on Korosensei.

Soon enough your theories were brought to action when a loud bang shot through the air, all of your classmates watching with eager eyes to see the outcome, but when Korosensei remained still you all looked around confused.

It wasn’t until a muted beep went off that everyone’s eyes began to widen, but before you could react a large explosion went off behind you, the dam holding all the water up suddenly crumbling to pieces.

The sound didn’t go unnoticed by a certain redhead who was already trudging to the scene, cursing under his breath for even having to help the idiotic brute with his surely stupid plan.

And just as he predicted, the sounds of his classmate’s screams filling the air sent chills down his spine, his golden eyes widening as he quickly sprinted down the mountain.

What he expected to see wasn’t nearly as horrifying as what was laid out before him. The once full swimming hole was now drained, the dam now in broken pieces as screams were heard sinking down the side of the mountain.

Before he could react, the sound of Terasaka panting forced Karma to shoot his head over to the trembling boy.

“I..I didn’t do it…” Terasaka croaked nervously, the look in his eye crazed, “This wasn’t… part of the deal. Itona was just supposed to help me push him in, that was all!”

Karma felt his blood boil at his classmate’s pathetic garble, his golden eyes glaring over to the boy.

“You never had a plan, did you? Just let yourself be strung along by someone else. A pawn in a game you don’t know the rules to.”

Karma’s chilling words sent a spike of fear through Terasaka, his fearful gaze now looking over to the redhead as he grabbed him desperately.

“Listen to me damn it! It’s not my fault! Come on, you know I’d never sign up for something like this! I..I was played for an idiot! I’m not the one who swept them all away!” Terasaka cried, but before he could finish his desperate speech, Karma’s fist cracked against the side of his jaw, the now furious assassin looking pitifully at his classmate.

“Hey idiot, the only person who got swept away here is you. You’ve got two choices: keep making excuses to cover your ass, or find a way to fix this.” Karma hissed, venom in his tone as he watched the boy tremble on the ground.

Deciding not to waste anymore time, Karma quickly spun on his heel and began sprinting along the water’s edge to try and search for any of his struggling classmates.

The further he ran, the more he found his classmates perched upon random rocks or branches with a dazed look in their eyes, the sight making him relieved until he heard your scream fill the air.

Further down the bank you were fighting against the strong current to help get your classmates to shore. Swimming was actually one of your natural skills, so out of all outcomes this wasn’t the worst. While Korosensei swooped in to fish out your classmates that were closer to the edge, you kept yourself steady near the top of the crashing bank, catching any students that passed you and leading them to the nearby rocks.

“Everyone else is down by Korosensei, swim out now Y/n!” Nagisa shouted, him and a few of your other classmates jogging by your floating form.

Nodding you took a deep breath and dipped your head under the water, stretching your arms and legs out to swim across the rapid bank and over to the rocks. Just as you peaked your head up, your eyes widened to hear your classmates shouting to watch out. Whipping your head up, you noticed a large chunk of the broken dam rushing down the bank.

Instead of letting it crush you completely, you quickly grabbed onto the rock and tried to tug yourself up, but the concrete eventually dug into your leg, the feeling making you cry out in pain as your hand slipped off the rock and you were dragged back into the intense stream.

Screams of your name were heard even as your head dragged under the roaring water. Under normal circumstances, you would at least be able to swim to the rocks on the shoreline until someone could help lift you up, but the intense pain in your leg was preventing you from swimming against the strong current.

Karma watched the scene unfold in horror, his teeth grit as he trotted down the stoney path and watched as you got swept away. He knew how strong of a swimmer you were, but as clouds of red began to seep into the water around you, he knew there was no way you could fight the current now.

The roaring sound of the waterfall behind you grew louder, making your heart race as you quickly shot your head up briefly to gasp for air. In that moment you noticed Korosensei flying towards you, worry written in his expression until a light blue tentacle wrapped around him, his body suddenly being flung back over the waterfall.

The sight made your heart sink, not sure whether to be worried more for Korosensei or yourself. The sound of your name being screamed again forced you to glance up to meet a pair of worried golden eyes as he began to run down the uneven rocks.

“Karma!” You screamed, your arms trying their best to keep you afloat.. Before you could cry his name again the angry current dragged you under, a silenced scream being ripped from you as water began to flood into your lungs.

The dirt and debris in the water made the visibility just about non-existent, your heart beginning to race faster and faster as you knew your time was running out. Just as you were about to spin around and try to see how much time you had left, a strong arm wrapped around your body.

Though you couldn’t quite make out who or what it was, you decided to work with it given your situation as you tried to help kick your legs. Soon enough you felt your body being lifted into the air, a new pair of arms grabbing beneath your arms and lifting you up onto one of the tall rocks.

Though you wanted to check on your rescuer, your body took over most of your actions as you began to cough profusely to allow the water to escape your lungs. There were definitely voices and movement around you, but all you could focus on was clearing up your airways.

Once you could finally feel yourself breathe again you began to gasp for air, your limbs just about giving out as you slumped forward on your elbows. A pair of strong arms quickly caught you before you flopped on your side, flipping you over on your back as they held you against what felt like their chest.

Opening your eyes slowly, you recognized a blurry head of red hair, the sight making your body feel at ease as you continued to gasp heavily in an attempt to get your breathing back to normal.

“Just like that Y/n, you’re okay.” A new voice spoke, your eyes looking over to Nagisa bend down beside you with a shared worried expression.

In that moment you decided to focus on yourself, your fingers curling into the arm that held you up as your breathing began to grow steady again, your vision now coming back to you.

“She’s alright Karma, it’s okay.” Nakamura hummed, her words making guilt swirl in your stomach as you can only imagine how terrifying that must’ve been to watch from Karma’s point of view.

“Are you able to talk? How are you feeling?” Nagisa questioned, moving close to see how your eyes were adjusting.

Nodding slowly, you sat up a bit before wincing as your body felt sore, “I..I can talk, just needed to clear my lungs a bit.

A sigh of relief was heard behind you, Karma’s hand brushing some wet hair that was stuck to your face away from your eyes.

“I’m so sorry Y/n, I tried to warn you sooner but you were under the water.” Nagisa explained, his eyes filling with worry upon seeing your wound.

Waving your hand you shook your head, forcing a smile as you looked up at him, “Don’t beat yourself up over it Nagisa, it couldn’t be helped.”

“Except it could’ve been if you had just swam out from the beginning instead of lingering to help your classmates.” An annoyed voice huffed as you glanced to see Nakamura raising a brow at you.

You quickly opened your mouth to argue back but she cut you off, “And don’t go saying you had to help your classmates. You know full well that Korosensei was going to catch everybody.”

Her words forced your mouth shut, your eyes trained down guiltily at your hands.

“You can play the hero all you want, but if you aren’t looking out for yourself, then what’s the point?” Nakamura spoke simply, giving you a gentle pat on the head before jogging along with the rest of her classmates to watch the fight being broken out below.

Silence filled the air as she left. You weren't sure if it was her words or the sudden chill from being out of the cold water, but your lips began to tremble as you tried to bring your knees closer to your chest.

“You going to bring her back to the classroom?” Nagisa questioned Karma, the two quietly conversing amongst themselves as you closed your eyes, beginning to feel the aching burn of the wound in your leg, “Are you going to be nice with her?”

That question resulted in Karma’s chest rumbling, most likely due to him snarling an insult back in response, but whatever it was seemed to satisfy Nagisa as he stood up and looked at you with a soft expression.

“Just take it easy Y/n, we’ll take care of Korosensei.” Nagisa spoke, almost as if predicting your next question before he jogged off with Nakamura.

Now just remained you and Karma, who eerily hadn’t said a word yet as his tight grip across your torso remained just as firm. After a few minutes Karma let out a sigh and lifted you a bit so you were turned on his lap to face him.

“You seem to be breathing okay, how’s the leg?” Karma questioned, his golden hues holding no emotion at all as he raised a brow down at you.

The sight of the redhead made your heart sink, not just from his stoic expression but the sight of his uniform being soaked with water. He definitely was the one that dove in to save you, and he risked his life just because of your stupid mistake.

Swallowing thickly, you glanced down at your injury, surprised to see it was already wrapped up with his black uniform jacket. He must have done that while you were distracted.

Surprisingly it wasn’t aching as bad as you would’ve predicted. Or maybe that was just because the sting in your chest felt ten times worse. Regardless, you forced yourself to look up at him.

“It hurts,” You started, trying to bite the inside of your lips to keep them from trembling as you let out a shaky breath, “Not too bad though.”

Karma simply hummed in response, nodding as he set you down to stand up against the uneven rock. You began to push yourself to your heels, wincing as you felt the wound in your leg begin to surge in pain until a harsh voice snapped at you.

“Don’t move.” Karma spoke dangerously low, his voice making your body freeze up

Contrasting his harsh tone, Karma’s touch was ever soft as he gently scooped you up into his arms, making sure to avoid rubbing against the throbbing injury on your leg.

Regardless, you kept your mouth shut as the redhead made his hike up the trail. You couldn’t imagine how tired he already must’ve been from having to dive into those rough waters and save you, but you didn’t dare say a word.

Instead you finally let your head rest against his chest in defeat, and you swore you heard him sigh in what sounded like relief, but again you didn’t question it. It was a long trek back up the mountain, so you decided to give in to your body’s demands and rest your eyes.

It didn’t feel very long until you felt a harsh flick against your head, your eyes snapping open to see Karma’s golden ones already looking down at you.

“You’re going to stay seated on the bench and slowly take your swimsuit off,” Karma instructed, lowering you down on the bench of what you realized was the girl’s locker room, “Then you’re going to slip this on and call for me when you’re done. Understand?”

You glanced down to see a large sweatshirt in his hands, to which you grabbed before nodding and looking up at him with careful eyes.

“Call for me, don’t you dare stand up by yourself.” Karma warned one last time before stepping out and closing the door. You could hear the thump of his body leaning against the door, so you knew he was going to stay there the whole time to ensure you wouldn’t try to stand up.

With a sigh, you followed his instructions as you slowly peeled off the swimsuit, every muscle in your body aching at the feeling, but you managed to get the wet article off successfully. You had to untie Karma’s uniform jacket from your wound, and the sight made you suck air between your teeth.

The light pink ring around the gash was the only indication you needed that it was already infected. Now even more guilt sunk to the depths of your stomach as your brows knit, deciding not to look at the wound any longer.

Instead you tugged Karma’s sweatshirt over your head and used the bloomers you wore under your uniform skirt as bottoms. Though not school appropriate, it would have to work considering your situation.

“I’m done Karma.” You spoke just loud enough for him to hear, the door already opening before you could finish your sentence as Karma quickly walked in.

The sight nearly drove him to insanity as he saw you looking up to him with wide eyes, your body consumed in the oversized sweatshirt making you appear small and adorable. His eyes immediately averted upwards as he let out an annoyed huff.

The action went completely unnoticed by yourself as you were finally able to drink in his own attire.

Because you had been using his jacket for your wound, Karma only remained in his white button up and slacks, which were still damp enough to stick to every inch of his skin. You felt your chest twitch a bit as you quickly averted your gaze, fingers digging into the bench beneath you.

“Y..You should probably…”

“M’gonna change,” Karma said almost impatiently as he made his way to you and lifted you back in his arms, “Just need to get you to the nurse’s office.”

With that he quickly deposited you on one of the nursing tables, not without giving you another warning to not move until he returned, before he made his way back out most likely to the boy’s locker room.

The minute he left you felt yourself exhale a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. There was so much to think about, the past hour had been… messy. You weren’t sure whether to feel angry at Karma’s anger, or guilty because now it was rightfully deserved… and in between your internal argument you kept seeing flashes of Karma’s soaked body-

“Enough.” You huffed to yourself, running your hands over your face with a groan until you heard the nurse’s office door slam shut, a squeak escaping your lips as you jerked your head up to see Karma looking at you with concerned eyes.

“Are you okay?” Karma questioned, quickly making his way over to you which you cursed at as you tried to hide your blushing face. Even with him changed into his P.E. uniform, you couldn’t erase his prior wardrobe from your mind.

“I..I’m fine just… my leg is throbbing.” You lied, hoping your hair hid your rosy cheeks from the prying boy.

Karma simply clicked his tongue before shifting over to the cabinets to rummage through the supplies. Eventually he came back with a large bottle, gauze, ointment, and some cotton balls.

“This is gonna hurt angel, you ready?” Karma muttered, looking up at you through his red locks. Both the sight and the sound of your nickname from his lips made your heart flutter, your eyes flicking down to his own before you looked away with a nod.

Just as he promised, when he dabbed your wound with the wet cotton balls, you felt a sharp pain spike through your leg, a loud cry escaping your lips as you quickly made purchase of his red tufts and gripped tightly.

Karma grit his teeth at the sound of your cries, ignoring the feeling of your nails digging into his skull as he continued to dab at the wound until it had completely bubbled with white film.

Once it died down, he then took some ointment and began rubbing it along the wound. Pained groans and gasps were still heard from you, but he continued knowing it would be better to get it done all in one stroke.

With what felt like hours later, Karma finally began wrapping your wound, the sharp pains turning into dull throbs as you took deep breaths through your nose. To make matters worse, Karma hadn’t said a single thing the entire time.

Was he still mad at you? I mean that was obvious, but was he mad that you were reckless? Or that you didn’t listen to him? You were battling with the feeling of regret, not sure whether to confront or apologize to the redhead.

As he began placing the supplies back in the cabinets, you decided saying anything would get the ball rolling at least.

“Karma… I-”

“What are you trying to prove?”

Those words seemed to knock the air out of you, both shocked that he finally spoke and also confused by the meaning of his words.

“...What?” You questioned, brow raised as Karma slammed the cabinet shut and continued to keep his back towards you.

“I said, what are you so desperately trying to prove?”

Those words finally sunk in, your brows knitting together as you looked to him with a confused expression.

“I’m… not trying to prove anything-”

“Oh so you like throwing yourself into danger for fun then, is that right?” Karma hissed, his head finally turning to you just enough to see the challenging glare in his eye.

“No, I never said that. Why would I-”

“It’s not a matter of words Y/n, it’s a matter of actions.” Karma shot, turning around to lean on the counter and look over at you.

“Will you stop cutting me off!” You shouted, eyes now narrowed as you turned your body towards him, “What.. What are you even saying? Why would I intentionally go out of my way to throw myself in danger?”

“Are you trying to prove that you’re strong?” Karma pushed further, ignoring your response as he walked towards you, “Or are you some sort of masochist-”

His words had your mouth agape, your chest heaving as you felt a panic build in your chest.

“Karma… stop it.” You warned quietly, but he kept pushing.

“No, I’m not going to stop. I’m not going to let it slide again Y/n. Wanna know why? Because next time, there may not be a next time.” Karma snapped until he was right in front of you, arms caging you against the table.

His words only dialed your senses up, everything growing loud and hot. It felt like the entire world was closing in on you and you didn’t know how to make it stop. The answer he so desperately desired was on the tip of your tongue, but you just couldn’t let it out.

You were too scared to let it out.

“What the hell are you trying to prove-”

“I can’t be a burden anymore Karma!”

As always, the only thing able to silence the stubborn boy was your desparte shout.

His lips pinched together, eyes trying to scan your face as you kept your eyes trained to the floor, refusing to look him in the eye.

“At home, I’m a financial burden.” You continued, deciding you already let the truth slip anyways, “That’s why my parents have to move country to country, and it’s the reason they fight… all the time.”

Karma remained frozen as you spoke, his grip on the table loosening as you continued to explain.

“In school, I’m just a general burden. I got sent to E class because nobody knew what to do with me… and then I tried to make the most of it and I still am just a liability to everyone.”

The words kept flooding out like a dam that was daring to be broken, tears staining your cheeks for the second time today, and you had never felt more pathetic in your entire life.

“So I… I just hoped if I could work hard enough in school. And if I could be strong and help others, then nobody would have to worry about me anymore… I wouldn’t be a burden anymore.”

The realization struck as you spoke, a choked sob escaping your lips as you looked up to Karma, and the sight nearly broke his heart. He hadn’t seen you this defeated since the kidnapping, and even then you just looked completely broken now.

Tears soaked your cheeks as your eyes viciously blinked as if trying to prevent anymore from spilling as your lip trembled between your teeth.

“But clearly my efforts only ever backfire, no matter how hard I try I always end up injured and.. and somebody has to save me. I worry you all s..so much I just… I don’t even deserve it.”

Those final words had you burst into a sob, your hands quickly moving to cover your face as your body trembled. This was pathetic… you were pathetic. Making your boyfriend worry when he rightfully warned you, and now you had the nerve to cry in front of him.

“Y/n…” Karma growled, his words nearly driving you into another sob as you shakily looked up, expecting to see anger written in his expression, but when you saw his golden hues looking down at you with sadness in them, you felt your breath hitch.

Before you could speak, Karma grabbed the back of your head, interlacing his fingers within your damp hair before smashing his lips up against yours. The feeling had your eyes widening, a few stray tears still slipping from your eyes, but when his other hand pressed against the small of your back and tugged you closer to the edge of the table, you closed your eyes and kissed him back.

His kiss was rare, desperate. Like he was trying to speak to you in a way he never had before. It brought more tears to your closed eyes as he licked and kissed at your lips like a man starved.

“Don’t want you… to ever say that shit again.” Karma huffed in between kisses, his eyes finally opening in a hooded stare as he looked down at your panting face.

Your lips looked so plump from the intense kiss, it nearly made him want to eat your face off again, but he resisted the urge as he looked seriously into your glassy eyes.

“Nobody here thinks you’re a burden. And I seriously doubt those parents of yours think that either. Do you know how hard it is to adjust to a new class, in a new country, halfway through your final year of high school, let alone in an assassination classroom?”

His words made you swallow thickly, his face still near yours as your eyes searched within his own.

“If you want to genuinely get stronger for yourself, whatever,” Karma spoke, seriousness in his eyes as his fingers held your chin to force your gaze onto his, “But you never have to feel like you need to put yourself in a dangerous situation in order to not be a burden. Do you understand me?”

You nodded immediately at his words, your hands pawing at his chest as he laughed dryly, shaking his head with a groan as he rolled his head back.

“No no no… not good enough.” Karma spoke, his hand slamming on the table beside you as he leaned down, forcing you to lean back a bit as before his lips latched onto your neck, “I need you to really understand.”

“I… understand.” You spoke shakily, a chill running up your spine as his cool lips traveled up your skin.

“You are never a burden.” Karma spoke huskily against your skin, his teeth nipping at your warm flesh when you didn’t answer, “Say it.”

“I…I’m never a burden.” You quickly stumbled, your arms making their way around his neck to help keep yourself up as his movements became more rabid.

“Say it again angel.” Karma growled this time his lips moving to your ear, his teeth nipping at more of your soft skin as he whispered, “Make me believe it.”

“I’m never a burden!” You cried, mouth agape as he licked the shell of your ear before kissing it, a deep chuckle echoing in his chest.

“Good girl.” Karma cooed, smile finally across his lips before the hand in your hair forced your head to look back up at him. The sight nearly made his heart sore as he saw your once glossy eyes clouded with love, your cheeks dusted with an adorable pink that drove him wild.

“And from now till the end of time, I will always protect you no matter what. Don’t care how strong you are… so long as I’m still breathing I will save you as many times as I need to because…” Karma’s words hitched alongside his rant, as if his mouth finally caught up with his brain.

Gritting his teeth, Karma squeezed his eyes shut and forced himself past the instinctive block in his head as he looked to you with serious eyes,

“Because I love you Y/n.”

His words made you gasp, your lips dropping into an O as he looked at you with an expression that nearly made you melt. His cute sharp teeth were just peeking beneath his panting lips as he looked at you through his messy red locks, a light blush now forming on his cheeks.

“I love you too.” You whispered almost immediately, the response seeming to take Karma by surprise as his eyes widened, but it wasn’t long before they darkened into something much more serious as your arms squeezed around his neck and you smashed your lips up against his own.

“I love you… I love you… I love you…” You chanted in between kisses, sighing his name like a praise as he growled and lifted you up, strong hands gripping your waist as your legs wrapped around his own, “Love you so much Karma, won’t ever stop loving you.”

Your words were doing things to him, his fingers gripping your waist in a bruising hold as he forced himself past your lips and nearly swallowed you whole.

“M’sorry for worrying you Karma.” You spoke softly in between kisses, a shallow groan escaping his lips when he saw you looking up at him with those sweet eyes of yours through your beautiful tear clumped lashes.

“Don’t you worry your sweet head about that angel,” Karma huffed, running his fingers through your hair reassuringly as he gave you a toothy smile, “All you need to get through that stubborn brain of yours is no matter what, I’m always going to protect you and stay by your side. You hear me?”

Karma’s serious gaze made you crack into a smile, a dazed laugh escaping your lips as you nodded quickly, pinching your lips together to prevent any more tears from falling.

“And, that doesn’t make you a burden. You got that my dumb sweet girl?” Karma sneered with a grin, flicking at your forehead which made a melody of giggles escape your lips.

“Crystal clear Karma.” You spoke softly, sniffling as another tear slipped from your eyes.

The sight made Karma roll his eyes before a genuine smile flashed across his lips.

“There goes my crybaby.” He cooed, placing a kiss on your cheek to lap up the stray tear, forcing more giggles out of you which made his heart sore.

One kiss on your cheek turned into more pecks down your face, and onto your neck again which had your laughs melding into sighs as he looked up to you with a smirk.

“Now that my angel has her head clear, let’s get back to the fun-”

Just before Karma could finish his sentence, the nurse’s door slammed open with a worried Korosensei standing at the doorway. His face was all puffed up along with his body, most likely from the water fight that he endured earlier.

“Oh thank goodness Y/n you’re okay! And- oh… oh~” Korosensei began as he realized the situation unfolding before him, a mischievous nasally giggle escaping his mouth as he pulled out a notebook and began writing furiously, “I see we’re getting to the hot part of this love story rather soon hehe.”

His words made you shriek as you hid your face in Karma’s chest, the sound almost making his heart melt if it weren’t for the damned octopus ruining his moment. Placing you back down on the table gently, Karma placed a warm kiss on your forehead before turning towards the door.

“I’m going to burn that damn notebook of yours, octopus.” Karma spoke through gritted teeth, his words making Korosensei freeze in his writing as he slowly looked up to the boy.

“P..Please, don’t mind me! I’ll just…” But before he could finish Karma already had a green knife in his hand, quickly making his way to Korosensei, “Eek, stay away from me you devil!”

The sight had you giggling as Karma chased the octopus out of the room, leaving you to your thoughts as you laid down on the table and decided to give yourself some rest until it was time to go home.

All this time you were so worked up, so… desperate to do exactly what Karma accused you of: proving yourself. It goes to show that you should probably have a talk with your parents, but after the way your talk with Karma went, you had a bit more confidence on the topic.

Though hopeful, you still let an exhausted sigh escape your lips as you lazily stared up at the roof.

Today went… disastrous to say the least. But something you were beginning to realize is, most days seemed to start out that way, but they always ended with a positive note. Before you moved to Tokyo, bad days simply ended as bad days. But here, no matter how intense the situation, your class always seemed to make the best out of it and grow.

That’s a priceless experience that nobody could ever take from you.

Right?

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What Would Karma Do... when a cruel teacher attacks your class?

navi - masterlist

Karma Akabane x Reader

Mood Song: judas

Summary: Remember the beloved Assassination Classroom anime? This is pretty much that, except you enter the picture of Karma's chaotic school year. Let's see just how compatible the two of you are.

Warnings: depictions of violence, cursing, karma being a psycho (when is he not tho), angst with a tooth rotting sweet ending :3

"Woah! Is that..."

"I..It's cake!"

"Hand made eclairs too!

That was just a few of the many comments from your classmates as you all ogled over the picnic blanket full of sweet treats from all around the world.

Most of the time your P.E. classes consisted of intense training regimens or one-on-one combat lessons with Karasuma, but today played out so much differently than any class before.

Though even with this bizarre change, you couldn't say you were upset. Today had already started rough when you learned Karma was skipping class all day, even though you begged him not to...

"Karma.. staying up late.. isn't an.. excuse for you to.. ditch.. classes!" You whined in between kisses that were surely meant to shut you up.

Karma simply rolled his eyes before pinching your nose and smirking lazily.

"You're the one keeping me up so late angel~"

Pinching your lips together into that adorable pout he loved, you smacked his hand away and narrowed your eyes down at him, "Yeah but I'm still going to class tomorrow."

Karma let out a low growl at this, flipping you over so that he was on top of you now. He tried nearly every tactic he could to convince you to ditch school with him, but even he should’ve known nothing could stand between your academic resolve.

So since your little rascal decided to truly ditch as he promised, you couldn't help but smile for the first time all day upon seeing the lovely treats before you. There were even a few custom treats from back home that you recognized.

"T..These look sorta pricey sir, are you sure?" Isogai questioned nervously, seeming to be the only student that hadn't fallen under the trance of the sweet assortments.

The new P.E. teacher simply boomed with laughter, offering a warm smile to the class.

"Yeah! Chow down kiddos!" The teacher spoke with a large grin, "I didn't break the bank so we could stare at these babies all day!"

"You really know your way around branded sweets dontcha?" Yada spoke with a grin.

Your new teacher simply smiled before closing his eyes,

"Trust me when it comes to the good stuff.. it's love~"

All of the students were in awe at such a generous and kind teacher, not that Karasuma was mean or anything, but this was not your typical day in the Assassination Classroom.

"So you're gonna take over P.E. to help Mr. Karasuma get caught up?" Nagisa questioned, though his eyes were still glued to the chocolate eclair in his hands.

"Yup! Those are my marching orders!" The teacher declared as he looked back at the blue haired boy, "Poor guy needs some time to himself."

The students all seemed to smile at that. Admittedly it felt like Karasuma was running a one man show over here. Sure Korosensei and Professor Jelavic were around, but most of the time it felt like Karasuma was even babysitting them too.

"Wow these treats are truly amazing, thank you so much-" You began, only to be interrupted by a pink blob quite literally drooling over your new P.E teacher's shoulder.

"Ah! This fellow must be Korosensei!" Your teacher exclaimed excitedly, not even minding the literal drool dripping down his shoulder, "Please help yourself!"

Those words seemed to be the final string holding your teacher back as he wildly dug into the treats on the blanket.

"You know sir, being colleagues, you and Mr. Karasuma are night and day." Kimura spoke with a tilted head, Hara joining in with a smile,

"He's nice to us and all but you're like the neighborhood dad!"

The teacher's eyes seemed to light up at that as he let out another booming laugh before dragging you all into his arms with a tight hug.

"Dad.. I like the sound of that!"

All of your classmates seemed to laugh in unison, everyone enjoying the warm embrace and not seeming to worry about the strangely kind personality the teacher had.

"Alright everybody here?" Your teacher spoke with a smile, standing before your classmates ready for class.

"Now things are going to be tougher than usual but stick it out like the champs I know you are and we're talking more sweets!" Mr. Takaoka spoke with a grin.

"For us? Or are you really just saving them for yourself?" Nakamura sneered.

"Nope nope..." Mr. Takaoka said with a sheepish smile as he stuck his tongue out and patted his large tummy, "Don't wanna ruin this girlish figure!"

With that the class howled into laughter. This guy was almost too good to be true. Plenty generous, good sense of humor, a true care for the craft he's teaching. He really was like a big old papa bear.

Looking around you noticed your classmates seemed happy enough, nobody was ever really smiling during P.E. class, rather panting and trying to catch their breath. Maybe this would be a good change for you guys?

"Okay then, along with your new training regimen comes a new schedule!"

You along with the rest of your students looked up to the colorful paper your teacher was holding up before raising a brow as he began to hand them out.

The schedule before you was.. chaotic to say the least.

Almost every period was P.E. class, many of your academic electives now switched to training. Along with that instead of your normal school day length, the training went on until nine o'clock at night!

Looking up with wide eyes you noticed your classmates all looking around with the same bewildered faces. Maybe he was just joking around with you again?

"We have ten periods now?!"

"We train till nine pm?"

Your classmates all threw thirty different questions at the man who stood before you, his smile never faltering as everyone expressed their concerns about the new schedule.

"That's the idea, little grasshoppers!" Your teacher exclaimed with a smile, his joyful personality contrasting with the reality of the situation, "Don't be glum, think of the payoff! This curriculum will turn you into lean, mean, killing machines-"

"Wait hold up hold up, this is ridiculous!" Maehara interrupted, Mr. Takaoka's smile faltering, "First off this is school, we gotta think about grades too."

Mr. Takaoka simply smiled sheepishly while scratching the back of his head. Maybe this guy was just so hardcore he forgot you guys actually had to take academic classes.

"I mean come on we can't go by this! We're supposed to stu-"

The boy's words were cut off when the teacher placed a gentle palm on the top of his head. Everyone seemed to raise a brow until he lifted his knee up and slammed Maehara's chin down onto his knee with a painful crack.

The entire class gasped, your hand flying to your mouth as you backed up on your knees. Was this some sort of sick joke? Did he and Maehara practice this skit? The way his practically lifeless form dropped to the ground really didn't make it seem that way.

"Rule number one, we don't do can't." Mr. Takaoka spoke in a dark voice, his smile still spread across his lips proudly as he watched the boy twitch on the ground in pain.

"Rule number two, we are a family and I'm the dad," He continued to speak, his continuous use of the word "dad" suddenly backfiring on all of you, "Show me a family where dad ain't in charge and I'll show you a family in crisis."

The man began to lecture you all, ominous smile still spread across his face as he walked around your group with his hands expectantly behind his back.

"A father loves each of his children unconditionally, the thought of even losing one of ‘em breaks his heart. We're gonna save the world kids, and we're gonna do it as a family." Mr. Takaoka finished, gathering Mimura and Kanzaki in his arms.

All of you seemed to flinch when he did this, especially your two classmates in his embrace. The sight of both of their cringing faces made you feel hot inside, not in the good way.

"I.. Actually sir, to tell you the truth.." Kanzaki spoke nervously, tugging herself out of his embrace and standing up with her arms nervously clamped together, "I'm not much for P.E. If I have to do it, I much prefer Mr. Karasuma's class!"

You couldn't help but smile at Kanzaki. Even in such a tense situation she always made sure to remain polite and cheerful as she smiled up to the aggressive teacher.

But as soon as you saw Mr. Takaoka lick his lip you knew this wouldn't end well.

Without hesitation he smacked his hand across her face so hard she flew backwards and rolled against the dirt with a cry.

"Kanzaki!" Your classmates cried as a few rushed over to her trembling figure.

"Looks like we're having a bit of a communication gap!" Mr. Takaoka said with that same dreadfully cheerful smile. The sight made your fists clench, Nagisa already seeming to notice the gears in your head turning as he placed a gentle palm on your wrist.

"The only answer here is yes-"

"NO!"

Your sudden shout caused the teacher to pause, his head tilting as a sadistic smile formed on his lips.

"Oh?"

"You can't keep hurting our classmates just because we don't do what you say. You aren't our real teacher and your training regimen is borderline insane! How are we supposed to pass our exams with your foot up our ass till the late night hours?"

Your teacher simply chuckled as he looked at you with wide crazed eyes through his hooded expression.

"Bothers you that much little grasshopper? Come show me what you're gonna do about it then!"

Letting out an annoyed growl you got low, ready to pounce until Nagisa grabbed your wrist more firmly this time.

"Y/n don't bother, he's going to seriously hurt you! This guy clearly isn't a regular gym coach."

Ignoring what he said, all you could do was glare into this man's beady little eyes that only fueled your fire.

"Let go, Nagisa." You hissed before snatching your wrist out of his grasp and darting forward.

Nagisa along with the rest of your classmates watched nervously. As sweet as you were, some of Karma's reckless traits were really starting to rub off on you. Ever since you all had gotten kidnapped, you swore you would get stronger so you could protect everyone, but of course that didn't stop the class from worrying.

Darting forward you blocked his first swing, quickly maneuvering your footing so that you spun behind him, forming your palm to be firm and flat before chopping your hand on the back of his neck right where the pressure point is.

After watching Nagisa and Karma train together, and even getting to train a little bit with them whenever Karma would finally give in to your whining, you learned a few tricks from both of them.

Nagisa was definitely a defensive fighter, more so focused on strategic attacks and blocking. Karma was a hands on offensive attacker, he wasted no time to give the opponent a moment to think.

Finally it seemed like your training had paid off as Mr. Takaoka let out a shout of pain as he stumbled forward onto his hands and knees, your strike seeming to make his vision blur.

"Nice hit Y/n!" Nakumura shouted, your classmates all cheering for you as you wiped a blade of sweat from your forehead.

"It's just like Karma taught me, it's not about the power of your strike but the precision!" You said with a smile, giving the gym teacher one last glance.

A small part of you felt giddy about the experience as you began to rehearse in your head how you would brag to Karma about taking down a grown man. Finally your training was beginning to pay off.

As you began to walk back to your cheerful classmates you felt life almost go into slow motion when you saw Nagisa's smile begin to drop, his eyes widened as he screamed your name and pointed behind you.

Before you could even turn your head back a quarter of the way you felt a strong grip on the back of your ponytail causing you to yell out in pain when the hand tugged you backwards.

"Not so fast you smug bitch." Mr. Takaoka growled with a psychotic smile as he swung his leg up and over your body before cracking it down on your abdomen hard.

The feeling alone had the breath knocked out of you before you could even hit the ground. You let out a sharp scream until your back hit the ground so hard you bounced up from the sheer force, a garbled choke escaping your lips before you officially fell to the ground.

"Y/n!" Your class shouted, Nagisa already sliding on his knees towards you as you struggled for air, loud chokes and gasps filling the air while you shriveled up holding your abdomen in pain. The lack of air wouldn't even allow you to cry as you felt your vision grow blurry.

Nagisa quickly lifted your shirt just enough to see a dark purple bruise forming across your skin, the feeling of something warm and wet being coughed up onto his hand that was keeping you upright.

His eyes widened at the sight of blood, his eyes frantically looking down at you as more of your classmates began to try and help you up.

How had your cheerful P.E. class turned into a bloodbath?

Karma continued to huff out profanities as he shuffled up the dirt hill, hands shoved deep in his pockets as a scowl formed on his lips.

"Dumb angel, always making me feel so damn guilty..." Karma mumbled as he kicked a few stones on the way.

It was weird, before he met you he never really cared about anything when it came to academics. He wasn't even depressed or stupid or even lazy, he just didn't quite care.

Where was school going to get him anyway? Graduate next year and go to college to take the same brainwashing classes he's taken since he learned to walk? To get a piece of paper that says congrats, now you can make money!

It was all ridiculous to him.

But ever since your stupid adorable ass showed up into his life, he saw things differently.

He wanted to have goals in life just to impress you, he wanted to go to college wherever you were going so you could grow together. He wanted to see the world with you, always be at your side so he would never lose you.

He could see it now, both of you finally done with all this school bullshit and sitting along the edge of a cliff that overlooked a vast blue sea as the sun would set along the dazzling colorful sky.

You would be sitting in between his crossed legs as he held you in a tight warm embrace.

"I love you Karma." You would whisper ever so gently from those sweet lips of yours as you tilted your head back so your sparkling hues could stare into his own.

Karma would smile down to you, watching as the ocean breeze danced through both of your locks as he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"I love you too Y/n." Karma whispered aloud, the sound of his own voice snapping him back to reality as he let out a growl and shook his head.

You were like a demon haunting his mind except quite the opposite, more like an angel from heaven always clouding his mind in the best way possible. You truly were going to be the death of him.

Once finally making it up the hill, Karma came up with the excuse that he forgot his textbook for when his classmates would surely ask why he decided to show up halfway through the day. He would never admit it was just so he could see your pretty face before the day's end.

As he shuffled up the steps lazily he raised a brow when he saw a few students outside, crowded around Mr. Karasuma and some other large man that seemed to be smiling a bit crazy.

Raising a brow he shrugged with a smirk, assuming they were doing some strange training routine.

Sliding the wood door open he walked down the hallway until he saw class 3-E and slid the door open, awaiting to see the rest of his classmates studying silently, only to find the room completely empty.

Freezing he narrowed his eyes around the room, something wasn't right.

There were only about half of his classmates outside training, you not being one of them, where could the rest of you have been? It's not like they split the boys and girls up, he saw a mix of them all outside.

Shutting the classroom door, he decided to make his way back outside until he heard a voice come from down the hall.

"Y/n you have got to stop being so reckless, it's going to get you killed one day!"

The very sentence froze Karma in his tracks, his ears perking up at the sound of your name.

Your weak cough filled the air sending chills down his spine as you spoke up.

"But I..I didn’t die, did I? I had to do something, he was going to hurt all of our classmates!"

The redhead slowly turned his head around with grit teeth, his eyes falling on the door where all the sound was coming from, only to see it was the nurses office.

Karma was praying for his sake and your sake that you just played some crazy prank on someone and that you didn't actually do something reckless. But knowing you, he was sure that wasn't the case.

"So you thought it would be better if he hurt you?" A voice spoke up, "You know Karma's going to kill you for this."

Crescent shaped moons began to form into the redhead’s palms as the very thing he worried about had been confirmed, someone hurt you. Quickly he began to storm down the hallway, ready to slide the door open before he heard your pathetic voice.

"Well I didn't plan on him crushing my spleen," You spoke out stubbornly with another cough, Karma's vision slowly starting to turn red with anger, "Besides, Karma skipped today so Karma will never find out about this. Got it?"

At this Karma froze as a sadistic smile quirked upon his lips, you sneaky little fox.

Putting on the most neutral face he could even amongst his slow boiling anger, he slid the door open causing everyone in the room to jump. His first sight was you, Maehara, and Kanzaki all laying down on the nurse tables. Sugino, Okuda, and Yada were also in the room which must have been the people talking.

"Oh Y/n dearest, am I interrupting something? Sorry I was late for class, just slept through my alarm!" Karma said in a gentle tone, sticking his tongue out to appear innocent.

The sight of your red headed boyfriend caused you to shriek as you forced yourself off of the bed with a grunt. Once you realized standing wasn't quite an option, you leaned on the side of the table, trying to appear as casual as possible. All that silenced your pained whimper was the harsh bite you held on your tongue while you forced a smile.

"K..Karma! I thought uh.. I thought you were skipping today!" You spoke cheekily, though it was clear to everyone how heavy you were breathing. Sugino looked at you nervously to make sure you didn't collapse on the floor as everyone else in the room felt the awkward tension.

Karma smirked down to you, though it wasn’t his signature cocky one, but rather a menacing one as he sauntered over to you.

"Oh you know, I wouldn't want to miss any lessons would I?" Karma spoke darkly, though he kept that same cheerful smile on his face, "Besides I couldn’t possibly make it through the day without a hug from my sweet angel.”

The sound of that caused your eyes to widen, quickly backing up the best you could as he neared you.

"Oh really? I don't know uh.. I'm not quite feeling a hug right now… I'm actually kind of hot!" You exclaimed, your classmates nervously watching as Karma neared you while you ran out of space to back into, "You don't wanna hug all my icky sweat d..do you?"

"Oh, I think I do." Karma growled, forcing his arms around you gently.

Sure enough as soon as he made even the gentlest of contact, you let out a cry as your knees buckled beneath you, Karma quickly caught you before lifting you up on the bed once more.

"Fuck Y/n, do you think I’m an idiot?” Karma growled, grabbing both of your fighting wrists that were trying to push his hands away with one hand, while lifting your shirt up with the other.

Though Karma knew you were injured, he never in a million years expected to see the wound that was displayed across your abdomen. A large maroon bruise stretched from either side of your stomach, the color getting darker at the center.

The redhead let go of your wrists so as not to hurt you any further, deciding to instead grip the edge of the metal bed, the sound of the cool material bending sending chills through your body.

"Who did this?" Karma growled, looking up at you through rageful hooded eyes.

Swallowing nervously you quickly placed both of your hands on either side of his shoulders, remembering how violent he got last time you got kidnapped, he couldn't have you killing your actual teacher, he would surely get expelled.

"Karma calm down, it's seriously not as bad as it looks I promise-"

The sound of his fist slamming down on the table beside you caused you to jump with a small yelp, his pupils narrowed to slits as he angrily glared at you.

"Damnit Y/n, stop trying to be the hero and tell me who did this! It looks like they crushed one of your fucking organs!"

"They made her cough up blood too." Yada spoke from over your shoulder, your head quickly whipping back to glare at her as her comment only fueled your boyfriend's raging mood.

Inhaling sharply, Karma tried to calm himself down so as not to yell at you before looking at you once more.

"Y/n, tell me who did this to you."

Biting at the corner of your lip you let out a defeated sigh and looked away sheepishly.

"We got a new P.E. teacher today, Mr. Takaoka, and he seemed really nice and cheerful... he even brought us treats!" You exclaimed trying to defend your reasoning, "B..But then when he showed us our new training schedules he took out all of our academic classes and was going to make us stay till nine pm everyday."

The sound of that made Karma raise his brow briefly, even to him that made no sense.

"So a few classmates expressed that to him, Maehara and Kanzaki..." You said softly, Karma just now noticing his two other injured classmates that only made him angrier, "But he lashed out and attacked them brutally… He was going to hurt every last one of them if I didn't step in, I swear I wasn't being reckless Karma I just…"

Karma's stern expression broke for a second when he heard you choke over words, you looked down before looking back up with glossy eyes once more.

"I couldn't just stand by again!"

The redhead flinched slightly at this, flashbacks to your conversation after you had gotten kidnapped flooding back to him. Of course you weren't being an idiot like him, you just wanted to protect your friends.

The redhead looked up to the ceiling in a poor attempt to hide the insane rage in his eyes, a ragged sigh escaping his lips before he looked down at you softly, his thumb gently rubbing against your thigh.

"So what you're saying is I need to put an old fuck in his place then, yeah?"

Your eyes widened at this as you watched him stroll out of the nurse's office, you quickly tried to follow after him but not before falling into Okuda's arms.

"Y/n you really shouldn't move..." Okuda said softly as you wrapped your arm around her shoulder.

Looking down at the gentle girl pleadingly, you glanced back at the door, "Okuda please, Karma can't fight that guy, he's going to get hurt!"

Okuda bit her lip before looking at her other classmates that shared worried looks.

"Let's all go out together so we can at least warn Mr. Karasuma and Korosensei."

Karma being "mad" was an understatement.

Admittedly he did snap at you which he certainly didn't mean to, but now he was angry for a different reason.

Like hell was some old fashioned pig of a man going to throw his classmates around. Especially after you still were recovering from the kidnapping scenario. He was getting so excited to see your combat skills were vastly improving, so to see you torn back down to square one royally pissed him off.

Slamming the door open he noticed a few eyes on him, but most of them were on the large teacher that was nestled in between Nagisa's legs. Karma’s eyes widened for a moment, impressed that Nagisa was able to take down such a beast.

Clearly the blue haired boy had gotten stronger, and he was sure Nagisa felt just as much rage as him after seeing you in such a state. Still though, he noticed the large teacher get up once Nagisa let go so he knew this wasn't quite over yet.

Soon after Karma began to head to the scene you and your other injured classmates slowly made your way outside, the sight of Karma getting closer to the man causing you to freeze.

Of course Karma could take care of himself, hell you wouldn't be surprised if he could take this man out with his bare fists alone, but it was clear Mr. Takaoka wasn't a fair fighter. Karma was skilled, but he couldn't be prepared if the crazed man pulled a gun on him.

You attempted to call out Karma's name but he pretended not to hear you as he walked to the scene.

Looking around you quickly shouted Mr. Karasuma's name, his concerned eyes moved over to you before looking over to an angry Karma as you pointed to him. Mr. Karasuma gave you a curt nod in understanding.

At this point all you could do was watch the scene play out and hope nobody else got hurt.

"You ungrateful punks." Mr. Takaoka growled, his fists clenched and his body flexed like he was a giant bear, "You think it's fun shaming your father figure, huh?

A pit sat in the bottom of your stomach. Even as beat up as Mr. Takaoka looked, he was still screaming his head off. The expression of pure rage he wore while looking at Nagisa made it look like he was going to rip his head off.

"Having the time of your life pretending you won? Hope it was worth it cause daddy's about to rip you apart! Mind body and soul-"

All of the students began to yell for Nagisa to move, Mr. Karasuma ready to run and stop this crazed man's punch, but Korosensei simply placed his tentacle on Mr. Karasuma's shoulder to hold him back.

Mr. Karasuma angrily looked back at Korosensei in confusion as to why he stopped him, but when a crack filled the air all eyes worriedly looked over to Nagisa.

Once the dust cleared up from the dirt beneath him, everyone gasped in surprise when they saw an unharmed Nagisa with his arm defensively up. If he didn't get hit then what was the cracking sound?

Sure enough the class' crazy redhead stood before Mr. Takaoka, his meaty fist caught by Karma's hand.

Mr. Takaoka let out a grunt of surprise, seeing that his quivering fist stood no chance against Karma’s simple block. To make matters worse, Karma lazily smirked up to the man and let out a sneer.

"Is that all you've got, old man?"

Mr. Takaoka began to shake in fury as he ripped his hand from Karma's grasp.

"Why you little-"

The gym teacher began to throw another fist with much more force, but Karma simply caught it once again and used the force to swing his arm around and pin it against his back so that he couldn't move.

"Nobody likes a sore loser~" Karma cooed tauntingly before his foot connected with Mr. Takaoka's spine, the kick pummeling the teacher into the ground as his face dragged against the dirt.

Everyone watched with wide eyes. No matter how many times they saw Karma in action, everyone seemed to forget his own raw strength beyond his insane ability.

You finally let out a sigh of relief you didn't realize you were holding in this entire time as you watched Karma walk beside the teacher.

Mr. Takaoka attempted to lift his head weakly from the ground, still mumbling out profanities but Karma simply grabbed the base of his skull and slammed his face into the dirt before moving his face real close to the teachers.

The P.E. teacher felt fear flow over his body, the same way he did when Nagisa made his cheap move on him in their previous fight. The red haired boy practically stared into his soul with those sinister golden hues that looked almost excited to have him in such a degrading position.

"Tell me Mr. Tough Guy," Karma spoke calmly before roughly yanking Mr. Takaoka's head to face you and your injured classmates, "Were you the one that harmed my classmates over there?"

The teacher let out a grunt through his teeth, words struggling to form to his lips out of a mix of pain and anger.

Karma simply laughed, sending chills to those around him as he yanked the man's head to face Karma once again, making sure to tug harshly on his hair making Mr. Takaoka scream out in pain.

"I said.." Karma growled with narrowed eyes, "Did you lay even a single finger on my angel over there?"

Mr. Takaoka narrowed his eyes back to Karma, a slight grin coming on his face when he realized where all the anger was bubbling up from within the redhead. Making eye contact with you for a second he let out a choked out laugh before nodding.

"I sure did, and I regret noth-"

The teacher couldn't get out another word before Karma slammed his head directly into the dirt.

"Then you can stay there like the filthy mut you are, teach!" Karma exclaimed with a smile, not even caring to hear what else the man had to say as he stood up and walked back to his silent classmates.

Even after all of that the teacher tried his very best, though wasn't very successful, to get back up to which didn't go unnoticed by Karma.

"Hmmm.." Karma said as if in thought before his eyes fell on Nagisa, "Hand me the knife Nagisa."

The blue haired boy knew better than to question Karma in this state so he handed the knife over, though as Mr. Karasuma yelled for him to stop he soon regretted it.

Karma simply ignored their cries and before they could reach him he threw the knife with such precision it landed directly in the center of Mr. Takaoka's palm causing him to cry out in pain.

"Just so you don't get any ideas of getting up champ." Karma spoke as he patted the man's cheek before standing up and brushing his hands off.

Everyone seemed to let out a sigh when realizing Karma was done. Even with the damage done, his classmates were expecting a much more violent scene to play out, so this was the best outcome that could have happened.

Not even a few moments later as Mr. Karasuma dealt with Mr. Takaoka, the principal himself came down to lead the teacher off the premises. The students were surprised to see the principal take their side for once, but he did once again remind them that he cared about academics above all else.

For now, it was a win for Class 3-E, and the class treated it as such.

Of course both Korosensei and Mr. Karasuma scolded Karma for his dangerous behavior, but given the bizarre situation he got off with a warning. Both knew how possessive he got with you and Korosensei especially knew it came out of a place of concern.

As Mr. Karasuma walked off to check on the other students, Karma moved to go meet with you and Nagisa, only for a tentacle to stop him.

"Y/n truly held her ground you know." Korosensei spoke, Karma freezing as he looked up to his teacher that was already looking at you.

"She kept up with him easily for a few minutes and was able to get him down on his hands and knees, your training with her is really paying off."

Karma glanced from Korosensei back to you as a proud smile flashed across his face. Even with your grotesque injury, you were joking around with your friends, a smile on your face even with the intense day you had.

"I'm really proud of her." Karma spoke simply, those words filling Korosensei's heart up with hope.

"With that said, though she has a lot left to learn from you, don't forget to also keep learning from her."

At this Karma looked up to Korosensei with a raised brow.

"What do you mean?"

"As much as you hate to admit it, Y/n has changed you for the better Karma. You may claim she's made you weaker, but she's truly made you stronger. You aren't as reckless and careless anymore. You truly care for your classmates and want not only the best for them, but the best for yourself."

Korosensei looked down to Karma, who for once all day was speechless.

"You two are going to build each other up into the best individuals you can be, so keep learning from each other young man."

Karma looked back at you with furrowed brows. How did this damned octopus always know exactly what Karma was thinking, but was too embarrassed to say out loud? Hearing it come from Korosensei really made the redhead feel better, but of course he would never admit that.

"Alright alright you big sap, thanks for the advice but it's nothing I didn't already know," Karma spoke as he rolled his eyes, beginning to walk off, "Trust me Y/n is going to learn real well from me, she'll be my sweet little assassin by my side in no time."

Korosensei smiled at that until he noticed Karma pull out the knife from before as he flipped it around his fingers.

"And you'll be our first target teach~"

Korosensei began to go off in a frenzy, trying to grab the knife from Karma but to no avail as the boy walked off snickering.

For some reason unlike the first traumatic event you had with your classmates, this one didn't hit you as hard as usual. Sure you wished you didn’t have to endure that, the wound across your gut proving that point, but at the same time you felt so warm and safe being surrounded by your friends.

You've learned so much within your time here and it wasn't even the end of the first semester.

"Uh oh, red devil alert." Nagisa spoke nervously, your eyes falling on Karma as he sauntered over to you with an emotionless expression.

Sheepishly looking away you played with your fingers, refusing to look into those disapproving eyes as you awaited the sure lecture he would give you.

Once you heard him sit beside you, you raised a brow when no words came out of his mouth. Just before you could lift your head up, you felt gentle fingers grab your chin and tug your lips towards his own.

The kiss was unlike his usual ones, but not foreign to you. It wasn’t rough or rushed, but rather sweet and coordinated. The redhead kept your chin in his hold even after pulling away, his eyes glancing down to meet your nervous gaze.

"What you did today was crazy and not well thought out," Karma started, his brows furrowing together as he looked at you intensely before a small smile appeared on his lips, "But it was also very brave of you. I'm proud of you for sticking up for your classmates."

For a moment your brain shut off. The words "I'm proud of you" sounded foreign in general, let alone coming from your stubborn boyfriend himself.

Once you processed what was said you couldn't help the blush that rose to your cheeks as your lips rose into the prettiest smile Karma had ever seen in his life. Quickly you gather Karma into your arms, the boy taken aback before welcoming your warm embrace into his arms.

"Thank you Karma." You whispered into his chest, appreciating his new found trust and proudness in you.

This wasn't the same Karma you met when you got here, but you're so happy with how much you've both grown.

"She did totally kick ass Karma." Nagisa said with a grin, the redhead pulling away from you just so he could look at his friend, "She straight up spun behind that guy and before he could even process it, she cracked him right in the back of his neck, it was insane!"

"Oh did she now?"

Smiling wider, you looked over to Karma with a grin as you slowly got up on your knees, grunting a bit as you were trying to be careful not to strain your abdomen.

"I did! He was all like ‘woah where did she go’,” You spoke, mocking the large man’s voice as you knit your brows in an attempt to look scary, “And I was all like, ‘surprise!’ before I chopped down on his neck.”

Karma watched your movements with a toothy grin, his eyes sparkling with amusement and pride as you explained your tactics.

“He was totally knocked out for like… a few seconds at least.” You said with a pant, smiling down to the two boys that watched with matching smiles.

Karma couldn’t help but snort at your final pose, his arms grabbing the back of your thighs and gently lifting you into his lap, so as to not agitate your wound any further..

"Of course my sweet angel kicked his ass, she learned from the best after all~" Karma said with a cocky grin, Nagisa giving an unimpressed brow raise as you stuck out your tongue to him.

You all joked around until the class seemed to finally calm down, all of you eating the sweet treats Mr. Takaoka brought before he went psycho on you all.

It wasn't until you hummed against Karma's chest that he felt a sense of deja vu.

There you were, nestled between his crossed legs, your body cuddled up against his warm embrace as you nibbled on the flakey pastry in your hand.

Looking practically upside down backwards to Karma you stared into his beautiful golden eyes before offering a sweet smile, your lips quite literally covered in white powder from your pastry.

"I love you Karma." You whispered softly, giggling when Karma placed a quick kiss on your lips, only for his tongue to swipe those plush lips of yours to get the remaining powder from them.

Sure you weren't overlooking the large ocean on a dramatically beautiful cliff, and there were a few additions to the picture that Karma could've gone without. But he wouldn't have had it any other way.

"I love you too Y/n."

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What Would Karma Do... when you support him at his baseball game?

navi - masterlist

Karma Akabane x Reader

Mood Song: dare

Summary: Remember the beloved Assassination Classroom anime? This is pretty much that, except you enter the picture of Karma's chaotic school year. Let's see just how compatible the two of you are.

Warnings: mild cursing, just some chaotic fluff

Ever since the kidnapping incident, things have been ironically great.

It was ironic because to any regular person, said things should’ve been horrible. You had a new classmate that was a robot, Korosensei's apparent brother came and tried to kill him, and Professor Jelavic's old teacher came to try and show you all a lesson.

But somehow amongst the chaos you found harmony. Honestly you were surprised with the way you were handling things. Between getting kidnapped and the rest of the unusual events, it’s safe to say you didn’t see this much action back at your prestigious school from your old country.

Regardless, you couldn't help but feel this newfound comfort was thanks to your lovable (and slightly chaotic) red headed boyfriend, Karma Akabane.

Ever since you had almost been kidnapped your relationship with him grew stronger. He began to open up new sides of himself with you, just as you did with him. For once everything seemed to be going great. That is, until the A Class came back into the picture.

"Well, that was a beating." Nakamura sighed as the females of your class trudged to the baseball fields.

Thanks to your training, you didn't feel too sore from the rough loss you just endured, but that didn't help your deflated ego.

Back at home you were great at many sports, winning was just something you were accustomed to at this point. But unfortunately you had to play the one sport you despised: basketball.

Each of the classes had a tournament of different sports, the boys were currently playing baseball while the girls just finished their basketball tournament. You would've killed to play baseball instead, but beggars can't be choosers. The A Class had olympian-like players anyways, so at least the outcome wasn’t that big of a shock.

"For real, I feel like all my fingers are broken." You whined with a pout of your lip as you wiggled your sore fingers around to help the aching feeling.

"No worries, there's always next time, yeah?" Kataoka said with a soft smile, her words making the group of defeated players feel just a bit better.

Kayano whimpered as she looked down solemnly, "It was my fault. My suckage dragged the whole team down."

"Oh come on don't be like that." You sighed as you wrapped an arm around her.

"Yeah Y/n is right, we all sucked"

Kayano let out an annoyed growl as she crossed her arms, claiming her lack of skill was due to the rather… feminine build of the Class A players. At this you couldn’t help but snort, watching as your classmates argued over whether that truly mattered.

You knew your own chest was a fair size so you decided not to butt in for the sake of the argument. Luckily for all of you, the large fence of the baseball field came into view about halfway through the conversation, a smile curling onto your lips.

The feeling of an elbow jabbing your side caused you to choke a bit as you looked over to see Nakamura smirking at you.

"Excited to see your boyfriend~" Nakamura playfully sang, the girls all squealing at the sight of your cheeks glowing a bright pink tint.

Laughing bashfully you fiddled with your fingers as you grinned over to her, "Maybe~."

"I still find it ironic you and Karma became a pair, he gives me the heebeejeebees." Kurahashi said with a shiver, a few of the girls nodding in agreement at that.

All you could do was really shrug. You knew where they were coming from, but you just saw things differently with the chaotic brute.

"Anyways, let's hope the boys are doing better than we did." Hayami said, all your gazes now focusing on the field where you watched your fellow classmates in uniform.

Based on the sight of things, the game didn't seem to be going well. Or even fair for that matter.

Class A's team was mere steps away from your class' batter. It was obvious he wouldn't be able to swing without the ball being caught immediately.

The sight made your brows knit together in frustration, your fingers clinging to the thin metal bars of the fence as your classmates gathered close by. Karasuma was already there watching intently, his expression understandably grim.

"Looks like the boys were doing better than we did," Nakamura said with a sigh as she pointed out the scoreboard with your class in the lead, "But it looks like they're suffering the consequences now with Mr. Stick-Up-His-Butt."

Your eyes moved from the scoreboard to the very principal himself who stood from the dugout, a devious intent in his eyes.

The sight alone made you shiver. Just like his son, something just seemed very off about that man.

Your thoughts came to a halt when the sound of a familiar tongue clicking filled your ears. Tilting your head to the side, your eyes widened to see a familiar redhead leaning against the gate entrance to the field.

"Tsk tsk tsk, I'm disappointed your eyes weren't on me first angel."

Smiling wide, you jogged over to your boyfriend and jumped into his awaiting arms.

"Sorry Karma I got distracted, I missed you today." You mumbled with a smile as you stood on your toes just to peck at his lips.

Karma simply chuckled as he returned the peck before glancing back to the field with a raised eyebrow, "I missed you too Y/n, but mind me asking who distracted you first?"

Karma's jealousy never failed to peek out from his nonchalant facade, his words making you roll your eyes at him playfully before you glanced back at the field to search for your prior distraction.

"Principal Asano just caught my eye... I don't know what it is but something about him makes me feel uneasy everytime I see him.”

The slight shiver of your body didn't go unnoticed by Karma, his arm squeezing your waist gently leading you to look up to his confident golden hues.

"What the old man? Don't let him get to you, it's just a facade." Karma said with a grin as he shifted your hips so that you were facing him once again, "Just you wait, once we beat these Class A jerk-offs you'll get to see the principal lose his cool, it'll be a dream come true."

Giggling at Karma’s all too excited plan, you snaked your arms up into his red locks giving them a ruffle while playfully raising a brow.

"Be nice my prince of chaos, we don't wanna hurt their egos too much."

Karma let out a genuine laugh at that, smooshing his lips up against your cheek before backing towards the gate entrance, "Whatever you say, princess."

His return of the mocking nickname made you roll your eyes, but not before blowing him a kiss as he jogged back to his classmates. This game was sure to be interesting.

"We're at the top of the second inning and the invincible defense is still the order of the day!" The sports newscaster exclaimed over the radio.

"Batter number eight, left-fielder Akabane."

Your eyes lit up as you saw your boyfriend walk up to the base, you were about to shout his name but paused in your decisions when you noticed the redhead looking deep in thought.

Blinking at this, you glanced to the field and noticed the rest of the team just a few footsteps away from Karma as some sort of defense. Though you were no expert in baseball, you knew there's no way that was allowed.

"Move it kid. Get your tail in the batters box." The referee shouted, he sounded a bit agitated.

Karma simply glanced towards your principal, his eyes narrowed in focus causing you to raise a brow.

"Never pegged you as the type to play dirty, sir." Karma spoke, venom on his tongue as the principal simply smiled at the boy.

Now it was all making sense, the principal was Class A's new fill in coach of sorts. What happened to their old one?

"If the rules haven't changed, this little gambit ain't legal. They're guarding the infield, umpire should've called it by now." Karma hissed, his head glancing back at the A Class spectators with a grin, "Oh come on, anyone smell a rat or is it just me?"

At this your classmates seemed to snort. Though Karma was being his usual snarky self, everyone knew he was right. This was a risky call for the principal; was he really that scared of your class winning? This rivalry the classes had amongst each other must have been much more personal than you thought.

"Oh, never mind!" Karma exclaimed with a sly smirk as he pointed towards the A Class spectators, "You guys are morons, baseball is like a foreign language to ya!"

At that final comment there was a mix of laughter and yelling. You couldn't help but giggle as he stood amongst the angry students with his arms out, as if he was welcoming the angry cries.

His golden eyes landed on you for a quick second, he flashed a smile and winked before turning back to bat for his team. This trouble maker was going to start a riot and his only response was sticking his tongue out.

Sure enough the rest of the game went as expected. The A Class was playing dirty, from getting too close to the players to even bunting the ball making it nearly impossible for the E Class to have any sort of defense.

Your poor classmates looked exhausted and drained, you felt horrible for them. This game was getting dragged out in the blazing heat all because A Class couldn't take a loss.

Just as it was Class E's turn to play defense, Karma ran to the group with what looked like an idea in mind. You knew he had been talking to Korosensei, maybe it was a new plan for them to win?

Sure enough as your classmates broke away from their huddle the plan was revealed, but you weren't very fond of it.

Karma and Isogai moved not even three feet away from the batter that was up. Karma's golden eyes glared towards the principal as you heard him speak up.

"Choking up the infield isn't helping the batter's concentration, but what are you gonna do? Now if the umpire had called you on earlier there'd be a precedent for telling us to back off." Karma explained as a matter of factly, his eyes narrowing as he grinned to the principal, "You're cool with this, right chief?"

Suddenly your heart began to race a bit faster. There's no way the principal would okay this right? It was just a silly baseball game, it wouldn't even hurt your school's reputation.

Unfortunately the principal didn't seem to care as he simply smiled and nodded his head.

"Proceed as you will, a true athlete does not falter before such trickery."

Your eyes widened as Karma's grin turned into a wicked smirk at his words.

"Wow, duly noted." Karma cooed before him and Isogai walked even closer to the batter until they were a mere footstep away, "We'll hold you to that sir."

Moving closer to the fence you attempted to call out Karma's name until you felt a hand on your shoulder. Glancing up you noticed it was Karasuma's hand but he kept his eyes glued to the field.

"You have no reason to worry Y/n, the boys know what they're doing and they're following the octopus' order."

Biting your lip you let out a shaky sigh and nodded before glancing back to the field.

Even the batter seemed to be a bit shaken up, but the principal simply said to ignore them. His words nearly made your head explode, your foot nervously tapping against the messy clay of the field.

As Sugino made his first pitch the pitcher sure enough followed the principal's orders and swung, the bat just inches away from Karma and Isogai's heads as they moved back barely an inch. The sight made you gasp as you began to anxiously bite at one of your nails, this was insane!

Karma only seemed amused as he moved closer to the batter with a psychotic grin, "Give us a break, holding back ain't gonna cut it pal. On the next throw, swing like you're trying to kill us."

In the next moment you expected to see Karma and Isogai on the ground with cracked skulls, but instead you heard the batter cry in fear as he hit the ball awkwardly causing it to bounce on the ground.

Karma was quick to jump and catch it, throwing it to Nagisa so he could place it on the home base. Isogai then quickly instructed Nagisa to throw it to third base which he did, Kimura catching it just in time to get the last player of Class A out.

"T..The game is over!" The sports announcer said shakily, "I can't even... this is insane! The winner is... I never thought I would say this but the winner is E Class."

Though there were obvious groans and gasps of shocks, the cheers from your class were much louder as you all clapped and shouted their names. Your classmates soon left the field to meet up with you guys, your classmates all high fiving and cheering for one another.

Skipping to your boyfriend you gave him a tight hug, his arms raising in surprise before he chuckled and hugged you back.

"That was amazing Karma!" You exclaimed into his chest as he ran his fingers through your locks before taking a step back and glaring at him as you grabbed onto his collar and pulled him down to your level, "But if you ever do that again I'll kill you!"

Karma's eyes widened in surprise before he laughed and shooed your hand off his shirt, "Yeah yeah. You know I wouldn't have let those A Class jerks touch me angel."

His smug words made your lips tug into an annoyed frown as you crossed your arms at him, the sight making Karma roll his eyes before snaking his arms around your waist and tugging your turned back against his chest. Your attempt at remaining annoyed with him slowly cracked as he kept placing messy kisses on the sides of your face.

"Don't make that pouty face, you'll get ugly wrinkles."

Your pouted lips immediately fell in feigned offense as you narrowed your eyes up at him, but before you could rebuttal, you heard some of the A Class students grumbling to themselves.

"Oh damn that was totally pointless, how did they lose to those E Class jerkwads?" One of the boys snarled. Their words made your brows furrow as you gripped onto Karma’s arms that were wrapped around you.

Karma seemed just as annoyed as his grip on you tightened slightly.

"All that superior fire power wasted."

Finally having enough of their passive aggressive comments, you stood up a bit straighter as you shouted over to them with a grin, “I think you mean all that superior fire power lost.”

The sight of you sticking your tongue out at them soon after your comment made their faces scrunch in anger, but as soon as they caught sight of the scary looking man behind you, they quickly averted their gazes and mumbled amongst each other.

Watching them walk away made you huff, your body turning around to face Karma as you puffed your cheeks out in annoyance, “Those jerks just won’t leave us alone! Someone ought to teach them a lesson.”

The sight of your frustrated expression nearly made Karma groan as he smirked down at you. Though a rare sight, you always looked so adorable all fired up. He couldn’t help but tease you.

“Woah don’t get too fired up there angel, you may do something crazy like try to set their alarm clocks an hour back so they’re late to school.”

Karma’s words made your lip pout as you glared up to him with folded arms.

“Have fun walking up the hill by yourself.” You huffed, turning on your heel to walk off with your classmates, but you were stopped in your tracks as strong arms lifted you into the air, your growls slowly molding into giggles as Karma ran with you to catch up with your class that already began their ascent to the classroom.

Nothing out of the ordinary for your classmates, they simply observed your interaction with smiles before Karma placed you down, the large group of you walking up together with a sense of provide filled in all of you.

“So, how did the basketball tournament go?” Nagisa asked, turning back to his classmates only to be shocked at the dull expressions on the girl’s faces.

“Oh yeah! Did you kick-” Karma’s words were cut off when a collective sigh of groans filled the air, your lips quirking into a sheepish smile as you glanced up to your boyfriend who wore a confused expression.

"Uhhh, let's not ruin the moment."

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What Would Karma Do... when you get kidnapped on your school trip? / pt. 2

navi - masterlist

Karma Akabane x Reader

Mood Song: house of balloons / glass table girls

Summary: Remember the beloved Assassination Classroom anime? This is pretty much that, except you enter the picture of Karma's chaotic school year. Let's see just how compatible the two of you are.

Warnings: kidnapping, depictions of violence, cursing, kidnappers are pervs, this is my attempt at getting out of my writers block rut :')

"Nagisa! Sugino! Karma!"

The cries seemed to echo through the boy's minds as reality slowly seeped its way back to them. None of them seemed to remember what happened until they felt the sharp pain overcome their bodies from the attack.

All Karma could hear was the sound of your voice. Crying, whimpering, screaming his name in a desperate plea for him to help you, and yet he let you slip from his grasp.

Just like that.

Now all that was left for him to think about was what those thugs were doing to you, or where the hell they could have even taken you? For all he knew, the three of you could be dead by now and they couldn’t do a damn thing about it.

It seemed surreal that just earlier in the day you were cuddled up next to him on the train, your small hand enlaced with his own. Now who knew what those filthy pigs were doing with you.

As the other boys slowly rose from their weakened positions, they seemed to notice Karma's… sour mood, to say the least. The redhead’s breathing was ragged, his fists clenched in a furious tremble. Nagisa glanced over to Sugino who shared a concerned look, the two debating on how they should confront the ticking time bomb.

"Karma it's okay, we'll get them-"

Before Nagisa could finish his words of encouragement, a raged scream poured from Karma's lips before his fist collided with the wall beside him, the crack of bone against the brick structure echoing throughout the alleyway.

"DAMN IT!"

Both boys remained still after this, their hearts sinking at the sight of their normally confident friend being torn apart from the inside. Nagisa had never seen Karma so furious, usually he kept up his assured facade even in challenging situations.

"Are you doing okay Sugino?" Nagisa questioned, checking in on the less aggressive target first. After receiving a thumbs up, Nagisa sat up a bit more before shifting his gaze over to his troubled friend.

"Karma?"

Once his name was spoken, the redhead turned his head to the side, the sight sending chills through Nagisa's body. He was smiling.

"I think it's safe to assume those guys were pretty hardcore," Karma stated simply, his hand rubbing at the back of his neck slowly, "We could go to the cops, except those guys are the type who know their way around the system... which is fine."

Sugino and Nagisa both felt uneasy about Karma's sudden change in mood, his last words sounding awfully menacing, even for Karma. Before they could question it, the redhead finally looked up from behind his arm with the most ominous expression Nagisa had seen in awhile.

"Cause I'm the type who likes to handle these things personally, if you know what I mean."

Sure enough, both boys knew exactly what he meant. Karma wasn't the type who got beaten easily, so to be on the losing side of an attack like this most definitely put a damper on his ego. But then to go and take his friends and girlfriend? Nagisa could only imagine the unparalleled rage Karma was feeling.

"Okay dude..." Sugino muttered while holding his arm against his aching stomach, "How do we even find them?"

Karma remained silent at this, Nagisa glancing over to Sugino while deep in thought until it came to him. Those dictionary-like guides Korosensei gave to everyone… Shuffling to his feet, Nagisa darted to his bag and lugged the giant book to the other three boys.

"Korosensei said this thing is filled with any scenario possible, there's gotta be something in here to help us!"

Karma glanced over in interest, Sugino's face lighting up as he crawled next to Nagisa while flipping through pages.

"Let's see... cheering yourself up your lonely self after seeing a lovey dovey couple... where to find cheap Kyoto soup and cheap local boutiques... this thing literally has every scenario!"

Nagisa chuckled slightly at a few of them, Korosensei really knew how to lift the mood in every situation. It honestly felt like the teacher was right there reading it with them.

"There it is! What to do when a group member has been abducted!" Nagisa shouted, both boys looming over to read the pages of information on this given scenario, "Holy crap so much detail... this has everything we need!"

Sugino nodded, a smile finally spreading across his lips along with Karma. Though unlike Sugino, Karma's smile had a more ominous glint to it as he cracked his knuckles.

"Let's go kick some old man ass."

The moment you woke up, every single memory flooded into your head.

Not even bothering to take in your surroundings, you just whispered Karma's name, tears brimming at the tips of your lashes as images from the traumatic experience swarmed your mind. How could these thugs be so cruel?

The sound of your two friends stirring beside you seemed to snap you out of your horrifying trance. It was then you soaked in the building you were in. Almost with movie-like accuracy, it seemed you had been brought to some dirty abandoned warehouse. The room was large, filled with metal scraps and old wooden boxes, with the odd exception of a few pieces of dingy furniture laying around.

Glancing down, your nose scrunched upon realizing you were placed on one of the few decrepit couches displaced around the room, the creases of the old fabric filled with a dark moldy substance.

It was then that you realized you were much better kempt yourself. Your school attire had far lost uniform as the attire laid untucked and discolored with a mix of likely sweat and dirt. There wasn’t a single thing making you feel any less sick to your stomach.

The most you were able to communicate with Kayano and Kanzaki was ensuring they were both alright, which luckily all of you appeared to be uninjured with the exception of your arms being tied behind your backs.

Before you could say much else, a few men entered the dark room. You recognized most of them from the initial kidnapping, the group apparently not being very large. The men mostly just belittled all of you, telling the three of you that you were going to have a fun little “photoshoot”, and threatening that nobody would hear your screams, as a reminder to not even bother.

They always say when you experience your first traumatic experience, your brain almost becomes delirious because it’s not sure how to respond. Not sure if it’s really happening. Apparently those facts are true, your mind scrambling on how to feel or react.

Before you could think much of it, one of the men called out Kanzaki, showing the three of you a picture of her at an arcade, clearly from years ago. Your occasional glances at the raven haired girl confirmed she wasn’t proud of the memory forcibly being shown, her solemn face grimacing at the images.

After they discussed their eerily evasive knowledge of Kanzaki’s past, the men left to go talk amongst themselves while waiting for this “photographer” to show up.

"Not gonna lie, it's kind of comforting to know even you went through a faze," Kayano admitted with a soft smile, "Never would've imagined..."

Nodding in agreement you turned your head to Kanzaki, "Yeah, it’s nothing to be ashamed of. If anything, you pulled the look off well!"

Kanzaki lowered her head and sighed as you both tried to cheer her up, mumbling a thanks before looking at the two of you.

"Yeah.. My dad was crazy strict, always on me about doing well in school and building up my resume..." Kanzaki explained, both you and Kayano frowning at her words, "It was so.. suffocating, you know?"

Kayano nodded, a pitiful chuckle escaping your own lips.

"I totally understand, my parents may not be as strict, but it’s only because I’ve never let my grades slip. The pressure of it all is so overwhelming at times." You admitted.

Kanzaki nodded quickly at you with sparkling eyes, as if you had just read her mind.

"Exactly! I just couldn't deal!" Kanzaki exclaimed before frowning once more, "So.. I ditched the uniform, glammed myself out and.. hanged where nobody knew who I was. It felt like therapy.. It was so stupid. Where did I expect to end up, right? It's E Class for me... but now I don't even know where I belong anymore..."

Kanzaki’s confession left you and Kayano to stare at the floor in deep thought. Being the school’s idol, you assumed Kanzaki would’ve never had such experiences growing up.

Just as you were going to attempt to cheer the poor girl up, the sound of footsteps snapped you all from your conversation, a new wave of dread filling your cores.

"Sounds to me like you would be right at home with us! Grades and all that pointless bullshit don't mean jack here." The man hissed with narrowed eyes, "We eat those rich kid scums for breakfast, nothing's sweeter than knocking those stuffed shirts down a peg or two."

Narrowing your eyes at the man's words, you glanced over at another thug who followed after.

"The only thing that matters is having a little fun right?"

Their words had your brows knit together in annoyance. Could one genuinely think so highly of themselves as to make a living off of harassing others that are trying to do good for themselves?

Before you could respond, Kayano seemed to mirror your thoughts, her face darkening as she muttered three words that she would probably regret.

"You're a jerk."

Suddenly the disgusting grin the man once wore faded, your body going numb in fear of what he would do next. Sure enough he lifted Kayano from the couch by the collar of her uniform with an angry growl, "I see how it is! Little miss perfect thinks she's better than me!"

The sight of Kayano sobbing and trying to jerk herself out of the man’s grasp had your blood boiling in anger. What gave these men the right to treat you like this?

After everything you've been through, there was no reason why you should be sitting around and letting all of this happen. For so long you've been living in fear, but enough is enough. You had already lost Karma... you would be damned if you lost anyone else too.

"Let her go!" You shouted, wobbling yourself up so you were sitting on your knees.

All eyes fell on you now, the man holding Kayano freezing before narrowing his eyes down to you.

"Oh but of course, how could I forget about you?"

Suddenly your breath hitched as the man dropped Kayano haphazardly onto the grungy couch. The surge of confidence you had now vanished as the man began to close in on you like a predator does their prey.

"I knew right from the start when I saw you on the train, I just had to have you..." The man sneered, bending down before you as his hands began to play with your hair, "Foreign school girls are highly expensive you know, tell me where you're from, yeah?"

Furrowing your brows you clenched your teeth as you felt him grope at your sides, your feeble attempt to shake him off only ended in him gripping your chin harshly causing you to wince in pain.

"I asked you a question sweetheart."

"(Country)." You muttered through grit teeth, keeping your glare locked on him as he laughed boisterously as if this was the best thing he heard all day.

"You hear that boys? We got a (Country) girl here! We're about to be rich!" The man boomed, the sick men behind him sneering at you as you shriveled yourself up against the back of the couch.

“Oh don't cower away now, doll.” The man cooed, grabbing your shirt and pulling you back to the edge of the couch, "Don’t look so scared, we’ll treat ya real well… hell I may even keep you with how much you’re worth.”

Those were the words that truly shook you, the confidence you once had fully vanished as you felt your mouth go dry. The thought of never seeing your friends again... your family… Karma? Tears began to glisten in your eyes again, threatening to spill.

The man only grinned at your response, his thumb brushing across your cheek as he grabbed your chin once more, “Don’t cry on me sweetheart, that’s only going to entice-”

In a fit of desperate anger, you decided to shut the man up the only way you could. Moving your head back out of his grasp, you quickly latched your teeth around his finger and clenched them as hard as you could.

In seconds he jumped back from you, a loud howl escaping his lips as he rubbed his now bleeding finger before looking at you with widened eyes.

"D..Did you just bite me you crazy bitch?!"

Furrowing your brows you screamed as loud as you could, begging anyone for help. Begging and praying that someone was nearby to hear you. Kayano and Kanzaki caught on with your idea, screaming alongside you in hopes of someone hearing the shrill screams.

Whether someone heard you or not, the stunt you pulled seemed to prove useless as the seething man before you looked at you with crazed eyes. Midscream, you felt your body being lifted into the air, the harsh grasp around your neck silencing any noise you attempted to make.

The sound of your friends crying your name made your body shiver, the sight surely not a pretty one to see as all you could do was shake and tremble in his hold.

"How do you like that, huh bitch? If you're going to bite and scream like a dog, then I'll fucking treat you like one!"

His words would’ve stung more had you not been fighting for consciousness, the tears once brimming at your lashes were now rushing down your cheeks as you gasped for air. Any attempt at getting the ropes untied from your wrists proved useless.

It wasn’t until your complexion neared a pale purplish hue that the man finally released you, throwing your limp body onto the couch with a thud. You felt yourself fall into the laps of Kayano and Kanzaki, their desperate whispers of reassurement falling on deaf ears as you gasped for air in between coughs.

"When we're done here you go back to whatever fancy hotel you're in and tell whoever asks that you were just out singing karaoke and lost track of time," The man instructed with narrowed eyes before glaring at you, "Except for you, little brat. I was considering letting your little friends buy your freedom, but after all the trouble you've put me through, you'll never see the light of day again."

The purely sick laughter of the man echoed around the room, the sound sending fear through all of you as one of the metal doors clicked open.

"Speak of the devil.." The man said, noticing the door open as well, "My photographer buddies are here!"

Though your vision was still fairly blurred, you were able to glance up at the door to notice a tuft of orange hair. The only issue was that the bright locks were nearly dragging against the ground. As the figure made its way from the shadows, it was revealed that he wasn’t awake at all, rather beaten to a pulp based on the purple bruises that littered his face.

"Huh, what the hell?"

"School trip guidebook page one thousand and forty three..." You heard a familiar voice speak, all of your heads raising in recognition, "What to do when a group member has been abducted. If there are no leads on the perpetrators, think back to said accents or quirks that might indicate whether said perpetrators are local. If not, if the perpetrators were wearing school uniforms refer to page one thousand three hundred and thirty four..."

As Nagisa read the all too familiar words from a certain handbook you remember receiving, a small smile curled at the corner of your lips.

"You found us!" Kayano squealed, but was quickly overshadowed by the man before you shouting.

"What the hell?! How'd you even know where to look?"

Nagisa simply continued to read from Korosensei's guidebook, explaining each detail as to how they located us. It almost sounded too good to be true, and based off of the faces of the men they thought the same thing as well.

"Alright, so what's it gonna be gentleman?" Karma spoke, the sound of his voice making your eyes water as your smile grew, realizing the redhead was still alive, "Fight or flight? We'll go easy if you back down now but after all you've put us through, you're not getting out of this unscathed,"

Even with your vision obscured, the sight of his ominous golden eyes peering through his dark red locks was evident, enough to even make you shiver.

"That's a promise."

The feeling of hope hadn’t lasted long as the large thug before you chuckled at Karma’s words, seeming to be the only one not phased by their entrance.

"Acting all badass... You high school kids crack me up." The man hissed with a smirk, "Why do you even bother, you saw how far it got miss (Country) girl over here."

For a quick second your eyes locked with Karma's, golden hues drinking in your broken figure until he scowled and looked away, the sight making you want to shrink up into a ball and hide away. He was pissed.

"How about you say hello to some friends of mine.. see how far that attitude gets you with them."

The new voice was followed with an eerie chuckle, four new lifeless figures being presented at the doorway with a pair of glowing red eyes peering from the darkness.

"Say hello to them if you'd like.. but be advised though, they probably won't hear you."

All of your friends were finally able to smile with relief, your eyes lightening up at the sight of your teacher.

"Korosensei!"

Suddenly your teacher revealed himself from the shadows, holding up the four men as if it were nothing at all to him.

"Sorry I'm a little late to the festivities, I figured it would be best to let you handle this on your own while I searched elsewhere, just to cover all the bases." Korosensei explained, "Now why don't we split up and teach these filthy thugs a good ole Class E lesson?"

The three boys beside him seemed to light up at those words, each of them grinning maliciously as they followed after their teacher in attacking the group of thugs.

Korosensei was doing most of the work, making sure to lecture each one of the disgusting thugs about how your class wasn't snobby like most other private schools, and how you all worked hard while not tearing others down around you.

It was a heartwarming sentiment to say the least, it was just strange to see Korosensei have time to lecture these guys while they charged at him with knives and other weapons. There was no doubt that Korosensei was on another level.

Kanzaki and Kayano giggled in excitement, their heads glancing down to your limp form as Kayano reassured you that everything would be okay. And for a second, it felt like everything would be.

But you should've known by now not to assume anything.

A pair of strong arms wrapped around your torso and lifted you from off the couch, before you could register your friend’s screams or even what was happening, you were thrown over a large shoulder.

"Get that one away for now until we can regroup!"

Your eyes widened, this couldn't be happening. No.. no.. no. You were too damn close to be taken away like this. Gritting your teeth you began to slam your head against the back of the man’s legs while kicking at his gut in an attempt to make him drop you.

"Q..Quit that you little brat!" The man growled, his arms squeezing tightly around your torso causing you to yelp in pain. Why did he have to be so damn strong?

The sound of your name being screamed by Kanzaki and Kayano alerted your other classmates that were in the midst of giving a good beating, the three of them noticing the thug carrying your squirming body away.

"These fuckers just won't take a hint, will they?" Karma growled, releasing the head he had in his hand and shoving the limp thug away before running towards the man holding you.

"L..Let me... go! You p..pig!" You cried, your kicks turning into pathetic squirms as you felt like the life was being squeezed out of you. For the third time that day you saw those dark spots that plagued your vision, it was humiliating.

Just when you felt your lashes begin to flutter shut, you felt the man beneath you freeze. Since your senses were nearly fried from being on the verge of passing out, you didn’t hear the harsh scream of the thug until you collided with the floor.

Though you still were slowly gaining consciousness, you could at least feel two hands grip your face, your eyes registering those bright red strands of hair.

Karma held your weak body up as he quickly pulled out his pocket knife and sliced the ropes that held your wrists together. Rubbing at your arms a bit aggressively, the redhead grabbed your lolling head once more and called your name.

“Y/n, you there? Ya hearing me angel?”

Blinking a bit, your eyes focused enough to see the concern in his eyes, his lips moving in what you assumed was your name. Glancing behind him, you saw the man that was once carrying you now on the ground, gripping at his knees.

“Y/n! Are you alright?” Karma now cried, his voice finally ringing in your ears as you looked to him, now feeling the tears running down your face as you nodded vigorously.

“Y..Yes yes… M’alright Karma! I’m… okay.” You whispered, forcing a smile on your lips as you tried to sit up before the two of you heard the metal door click beside you.

The thug was struggling to open the door as he tried to crawl away from the two of you, the sight making the redhead growl before he glanced back at your heaving body.

“You just stay here and breathe for me, alright angel?” Karma said softly, running his non-bloodied hand across your cheek before standing up and walking towards the pathetic man.

"You told me not to play hero huh?" Karma hissed with a psychotic grin, grabbing the man by his ankles and tugging him back away from the door, "Fine! I'll be the bad guy!"

Without a second thought, Karma’s fists connected with the man’s jaw with a frightening crack. Punch after punch, Karma relentlessly beat the thug, his sinister laugh filling the air as the hits began to grow harder and harder.

Though it twisted your insides, the thought of that man getting what was coming felt good. But with that said, there were only so many more hits he would be able to take before it would be too late for him.

Once you eventually were able to breathe normally, you stood up shakily and started walking towards the two in order to stop Karma, but your movement was stopped when a yellow tentacle wrapped around your wrist. Whipping your head around you noticed your teacher with a rather solemn face.

"Let him finish, the boy has so much pent up rage right now, it'll be best for him to take it out now rather than on you or one of his classmates," Korosensei explained, your heart dropping at the sound of that. You could only imagine how stressed out and angry the Karma was.

Even with that in mind though, you feared that Karma would take this too far. The crazed look in his eye only getting worse with each resounding punch.

"But if we don't stop him now Korosensei, he may end up-"

"I won't let him get that far I promise you that,” Your teacher spoke, placing a tentacle on your shoulder before bending down to you, “Now head back out to safety with your other classmates and get that neck of yours checked out, no severe injuries correct?"

Swallowing thickly, you rubbed at the back of your neck before letting out a shaky sigh.

"I don't believe so, just some minor stuff.” You mumbled, offering a forced smile before you shuffled towards the front door, one of your classmates running to you and helping you out.

Your teacher only nodded at you, his body facing back to the relentless redhead who continued his vicious attacks on the now regretful thug.

Karma couldn't lie to himself. If his teacher hadn't stepped in to stop his actions, the unconscious thug beneath him would've been a dead corpse in his hands.

How could he help it? They beat him up, kidnapped his friends, then he comes to find the girl he loves barely conscious on a filthy couch. He swore to protect you and he failed, and for that he was going to show these bastards a lesson.

The redhead even sensed when the thug was reaching fatal levels, but he didn't care. He ignored the man's pleas to stop. Why should he listen? He didn't listen to your desperate cries when he tried to take you away!

Karma's fists ached but he barely felt it, instead he bared his teeth in fury as he cracked each of his fist's against the thug’s face. He didn't feel the blood running down his fists or the bruises forming on his knuckles, only the satisfaction of sweet revenge.

As his hits began to slow down his eyes glimmered in joy, knowing this final blow would be it for the sorry excuse of a man. Raising his fist with a crazed grin he was ready to smash it down into the man's skull until a yellow tentacle wrapped around his wrist. Karma whipped his head around with a growl, trying to free his wrist from his teacher's grasp.

"Stay out of this you damn octopus!"

Korosensei's hold only grew stronger as the creature's voice grew rather serious, "Karma you're going to kill that man, you must stop."

Karma laughed at the irony of his teacher's words. Korosensei was going to lecture him right now? Seriously?

"Why do you care? We're in an assassination classroom right! Killing is what we do!" Karma shouted with clenched fists, "This filthy pig tried to hurt your classmates!"

Karma's breathing became heavy as he felt his fists shake in fury, his eyes feeling hot as he looked down at the disgusting man.

"He tried to take her."

The feeling of Korosensei's tentacle suddenly disappeared, Karma's hand falling down to his knees as he kept his golden eyes trained on the ground.

"I understand how you're feeling, young man. Angry, scared, vengeful. You have every right to feel this way, but think about it like this," Korosensei explained, "These men around you tried to take your friends away and maybe even harm them for personal gain, why would you want to lower yourself down to their level for revenge?"

Karma remained silent, his fists loosening up as he looked at his teacher through his red tufts of hair.

"Y/n is okay, your friends are okay, that's all that matters at the moment. There's no doubt that you're training to become an assassin, but you must understand that assassins take pride in their work and don't just kill anyone for fun. Don't ruin your future for revenge, young man."

Surprisingly Karma felt… better. He hated to admit it, but the damn creature always knew the right things to say. Honestly Karma knew he lost himself in the moment, he could only thank his teacher for not letting him go too far.

"Now I suggest you go out there and check on Y/n, the poor girl has only been here for a few weeks and she's already experienced such a traumatic event. She's going to need you by her side."

For once during the whole talk Karma smiled at his teacher, taking his tentacle to stand up before they both walked outside to meet with their classmates.

When you made it outside you were surprised to see the sunset lowering just above the horizon. Time was lost while you were locked inside that decrepit building

Your classmates were quick to be at your side. After enough eyes examined you, it was determined you didn’t have any serious injuries, just some bruised spots and sore muscles. Luckily Nagisa offered to get you some water from a nearby convenience store, the cool liquid soothing your throat at least.

Once the chaos had settled down, your classmates decided to sit on the curb across the street from the building, talking amongst themselves. You decided to refrain from talking, your throat injury providing a helpful excuse to do so. But in reality, it’s more because you felt sick to your stomach.

Surprisingly you weren't completely traumatized by the events that had just occurred, for some reason that's not what bothered you the most out of everything that happened today. It was just the way you were so pathetic, so helpless. You should've been able to do something.

Instead you were forced to watch your boyfriend get attacked, watch your friends get harassed, and make everyone worry because you were so weak... so pathetic.

In your deep thought, you hadn’t even heard the grunt beside you as a tall redhead took a seat beside you on the sidewalk. The sound of his cough snapped you from your thoughts as you glanced up at him, seeing his golden eyes already looking down at you, though they were quick to drop to your neck, his eyes quickly narrowing.

"Damn it, I can't believe how bad it looks." Karma muttered, his fingers grazing against the damaged skin resulting in you sucking air through your teeth from the mild pain of the touch, to which he quickly jerked his hand away.

Quickly looking back to the road, you chuckled weakly with a frown, “Gee thanks.”

Karma clicked his tongue and bumped your side slightly, "You know what I meant angel, don't be like that."

You forced out a laugh, your eyes remaining glued to the ground as your fingers nervously fidgeted against your knee caps. Your actions didn't go unnoticed by the redhead, his hand gently grabbing your fidgeting fingers to force them to a still.

"Are you okay Y/n?"

Oh how you wished he hadn't uttered those four words. You were dreading those words falling from anyone's lips, knowing they would crumble the walls you tried so hard to keep up.

Sure enough the warm teardrops that had been threatening to spill from your lashes began to trickle out one by one, your sudden release of emotions causing you to sniffle.

Karma was quick to grab at your cheek and move your head to face his own, his face immediately softening as you burst into tears before him. Without second thought he shoved you into his chest and wrapped his arms around you tightly, gripping at the locks of your hair and inhaling your scent as he kissed at the top of your head.

"Shit Y/n... I'm so sorry, that must've been so scary for you. I should've been there and I wasn't-"

"Shut up!"

Out of everything Karma expected you to say, it wasn’t that. His hold on you softened as you shoved yourself away from his chest, your sobs growing louder as you rubbed aggressively at your face. You almost looked... angry? The sight scared Karma to death, thinking you could only be mad at him.

"Shut up, shut up, just shut up!" You cried as you looked down to your shaking hands, "You shouldn't have been there, I should've been there!"

Karma's eyes widened at this, confusion running through his mind as you continued.

"You put yourself before me to save me and as soon as you got attacked all I did was watch like an idiot! A..And when they took me away and I had to watch you get kicked to what I thought was death! All I could do was cry and watch you get attacked, I felt so.. so weak!"

Now the puzzle pieces were clicked together in Karma's head. You weren't mad at him... you were mad at yourself.

And somehow, that felt worse for him.

"And when we got kidnapped and they just kept harassing us, all I could do was shout at them and hope they would stop! I..I.. I should've been able to do something! But instead all I could do was watch, all I ever do is watch. I put everyone else around me in danger or make everyone else worry because... because..."

Your face grew red, every emotion you felt bottled up inside as you squeezed your eyes shut.

"Because I’m weak!"

This caused everyone to silence, the only sound being heard was the cool evening wind blowing against the metal signs and fall leaves that littered the ground.

"I..I'm weak... and I'm pathetic... and-"

The next string of words were cut off when a pair of lips smashed against yours. They weren't angry, they weren't guilty, they were simple and welcoming. The feeling of his warm lips pressing against your own caused more tears to stream from your face as you gripped down on his hands tightly until the redhead moved away from you.

"You are not fucking weak, you hear me? You're not weak for being scared, or pathetic for not being able to do anything. That's the dumbest shit I've ever heard!" Karma shouted with a frown as he looked at you with an intense gaze, "I got beaten because I was reckless and moved on instinct rather than thinking things through."

Inhaling sharply, you swallowed what saliva you forgot you had in your mouth and as your teeth clamped down on the inside of your lip to prevent more tears from spilling as your nails dug into Karma's hands.

"You were strong enough to fight back against those pigs and hold your ground even in a scary situation, so don't you dare say you're weak, do you understand me?" Karma questioned as he cupped your cheek and looked into your eyes, "I was never angry at you, I was angry at myself for letting you slip away. And now I'm going to promise you that I'm going to act more with a level head, so long as you promise to always tell me how you're feeling and to stop bottling up these feelings inside."

You couldn't help the feeling of your lips twitching, your eyes blinking to hold back any tears from escaping your exhausted eyes as you looked up to him. His eyes were stern yet soft, his thumb rubbing against the smooth skin of your palm as he gave your hands a light squeeze.

"Promise me Y/n?"

Smiling softly you let out a slight laugh, your head nodding quickly as more tears streamed down your face.

"I promise Karma."

Karma smiled at this, his palm brushing away some residing tears from your soft cheeks while pushing some of your unkempt hair behind your ear. Somehow even in your disheveled state, you looked so damn beautiful to him.

The two of you hadn't noticed each other leaning in until the sound of a pen clicking and a familiar voice cooing made you both back away.

“Star Crossed lovers reunited after being forcefully separated, I mean the story is just writing itself!” Korosensei cried, somehow having a box of tissues in one of his many tentacles.

At this you began to giggle along with the rest of your classmates, and though Karma put on an annoyed facade, he couldn’t stop the boyish grin from creeping upon his lips when your angelic smile filled his ears once more.

And just then as he caught a glimpse of your pretty smile laughing with the milky sunset rays beaming across your face, he knew one thing was for sure.

He would never let anything take you away from him, ever again.

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#karma akabane #karma #akabane #karma akabane x reader #karma akabane x you #karma x you #karma x reader #kunugigaoka #assasination classroom #long fic #angst

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kierewrites · 3 months

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I was sooooo inspired by @bakugou-tm ‘s mermaid 🧜‍♀️ pirate au fic that I had to get this out of my system :) their writing is amazing and I can’t get enough of it tbh…

#reblogging this so i don’t lose it #can’t stop admiring this :’)#<3

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kierewrites · 9 months

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Good Luck Charm

navi - masterlist

Bakugou x Reader

Mood Song: my love

Summary: As the fiancé of the city’s largest mafia boss, you were used to getting dragged along to certain meetings. You knew the procedure, sit still look pretty. But tonight? You felt like having things your way. Let’s just say, they don’t go as planned.

Warnings: slight nsfw at the end, mafia!au, bakugou is kinda mean but reader is also a brat so heheh

Meetings like these were never quite fun.

As Bakugou’s fiancé, he chose never to include you too much into his work. It could get.. messy, to say the least. He would always say.. a delicate flower like you would only wilt in a field full of scum and dirt.

Of course, you wouldn’t complain. Not that you couldn’t handle yourself well enough, but why dirty your hands where you weren’t needed? You would much rather spend your energy tending to his needs while he was away, and being the perfect little fiance he grew to love.

But, sometimes he did need your charm with his work. You never need his affirming words promising you he would protect you with his life, you knew better. No matter how intense a situation seemed, his overwhelming confidence and physical prowess was all the trust you needed.

All you needed to do was be the beautiful doll on his arm, charm the crowd with your natural charisma, and allow your fiancé to do the dirty “under the table” work, as he likes to call it.

With all of that said, this meeting was… different. From the moment Bakugou explained the situation to you, to the second you noticed him pacing around your shared luxury suite, something felt off.

Katsuki Bakugou wasn’t exactly the nervous type. Even when he was, it was very difficult to notice unless you really examined him closely.

Your intuitive suspicions were proven correct when you shifted yourself closer to your fiance in the back of his expensive Escalade.

“You should have your fuckin seatbelt on sweetheart.” Bakugou chastised, all bark no bite of course, because you knew what he was really trying to say.

Don’t get so close to me.

For when you did breach his personal space, and you placed your diamond covered ear on his chest in a deceptive display of affection, you heard the rapid pace of his heartbeat thump against his expensive suit.

Perhaps Bakugou could sense your awareness, or maybe he caught sight of those pretty little eyes of yours as they occasionally glanced up through thick lashes to peer into Bakugou’s eyes, daring to see through him. Through his facade.

The minute your gaze failed to look away soon enough before his carmine eyes linked with your own, his sharp eyes narrowed and he jerked his head towards the window, pretending to glare at anything other than you.

Still just the click of his tongue alone was enough to make your glossed lips fall into a pout, your own head jerking away so your expression was hidden behind silky locks that bounced with each dip in the road.

Not much else was said on the ride to your destination, but there wasn’t much that could. The occasional grip of your thigh with his meaty hand or the dig of your manicured nails into his forearm said enough about the tense air between you both.

It wasn’t until the familiar blinding lights entered your view that your attention was brought to something else. Noir Maison was your lover's favorite club, the one he conducted most of his business at.

Every employee in that building was an employee of Bakugou’s, which luckily most of his clients weren’t aware of. Apparently the owner went way back with the blond, but you knew better than to pry much deeper than that.

Amongst the sleek luxury cars that were pulled in by the entrance, a bright white limousine was parked nearly taking up the entire entrance of the building. Even an idiot would be able to conclude that the vehicle belonged to Bakugou’s expected client, as nobody else would dare to arrive at such a high end club in such a tacky vehicle.

You could practically hear the man’s high grating voice even through the thick bulletproof windows of Bakugou’s car. Just the sound alone made your skin crawl as your lip turned upwards in a motion of disgust.

The blonde beside you must have noticed your blatant abhorrence to the scene before you when you felt a firm squeeze against your thigh. Before you could whip your head back in question, you felt his lips press against your ear.

“Don’t be a brat.”

Your lips parted before they pinched together in frustration, your eyes narrowing as you kept your head turned away from him instead of flashing him one of your sweet smiles and obedient words of affirmation.

Like hell were you going to put up with his crap tonight; you were doing him a favor.

You could feel the growl rumble in his chest from your response, but the sound of his car door opening threw the both of you off. Reluctantly, Bakugou surrendered for the time being and exited while you continued your stubborn little act..

Of course you probably should’ve been a bit gentler, considering this is the first time you’ve ever seen the suave man show any type of nerves. But in the same thought, it annoyed you that Bakugou wouldn’t just trust you.

The sound of your car door snapped you from your thoughts, your chest heaving in defeat as you awaited your fiance’s hand to help you out of the tall vehicle.

Only, this hand wasn’t your fiance’s at all. Your brows furrowed as your eyes traced up to find a pair of annoyingly brown ones. The man only offered a cheshire grin, clearly pleased with the treat before him.

Unimpressed, you simply looked away with a stoic expression, searching through the sea of people to find your proper escort.

“C’mon sweetheart...” The man spoke in a sickeningly sweet voice, “Are you trying to make me look bad?”

Beneath your pretty lips your teeth grit in annoyance, knowing you weren’t allowed to lash out at clients unless Bakugou allowed you to. Luckily a familiar growl caught your attention as Bakugou’s arm now extended to you.

“Y/n.”

Without a second thought, your perfectly manicured hand took Bakugou’s as you gracefully exited the large vehicle with his support, making sure your stiletto heels didn’t snag the soft silk of your long dress while Bakugou’s personal security closed the door behind you.

The man sneered at the interaction, his teeth bared in amusement as the group of you walked towards the front doors. You kept your fingers enlaced with Bakugou’s pretending to take more interest in the noise of the crowd rather than the conversation going on besides you.

“Your bitch is well trained, yeah?” The man spoke with a grin, nudging Bakugou’s shoulder as if to get a rise out of him.

The ash blond simply squeezed your palm, silently calming your surely raging mind, as he kept his stoic glare forwards while you all stepped past the entrance and into the main room of the club.

“She’s a good fucking girl.”

Of course the tips of your ears grew warm at the statement, a childlike sense of giddiness filling the core of your body as you fought a proud smile from curling upon your lips. The feeling only grew stronger when Bakugou’s large palm let go of your hand and moved to the small of your back, leading you to his private booth in the back of the club.

This was definitely going to be an interesting night.

Just as you had expected from the moment you met Bakugou’s client, the meeting was dreadfully boring. Showing up in a tacky limousine told you everything you needed to know about this guy: he was a corny, wannabe scumbag.

The only confusing part, and most likely the source of Bakugou’s prior nerves, was the strangely rapid following the crime boss grew, possibly even quicker than Bakugou’s. The man’s numbers were nearly matched with Bakugou’s, which wasn’t something that seemed possible in the span of just a few months when this guy popped up on the maps.

“Listen boss, I’m no stranger to the power you hold in this city...” The man spoke with pretentious eyes, “But I’m just sayin, with these extra guns at your side, I can promise I’ll stay out of your hair and give you some.. non-essential perks to your operation.”

The worst part of this wasn’t even the confusing banter going back and forth, but the annoying sighs and squeals of the woman beside this fraud of a mafia king. She clearly was new to the game though, so you couldn’t blame her much.

You remember your first meeting Bakugou brought you to, all you wanted to do was please him and be his lovely little doll. So for the sake of your sanity, you decided to take it easy on her.

But, even with the many distractions in mind, you could see the subtle, but apparent twitching in your lover's eyes. This was a deal he didn’t care for clearly, most likely due to the backhanded promises the man was offering.

Based on the whites of his knuckles clenching by the second, he didn’t care to stay here much longer. The sight of your finance clearly distressed beside you made your heart ache, all you wanted to do was whip him away from this babbling idiot.

Sure you weren’t supposed to meddle with his business when he was in a meeting, you’ve had that lesson pounded into you many times before, but if you could just be the little angel on his shoulder persuading a helpful alternative, maybe he would appreciate it.

As if your thoughts were invaded, you felt a new hand grip at your thigh, the familiar warm callouses making your lips fold into a pout as you looked back to Bakugou’s personal guard whose red eyes were already narrowed down to you in warning.

Electing to ignore him, you offered a reassuring smile before turning back to Bakugou and wrapping one of your arms around his own, your free hand rising to his chest.

“Baby,” You muttered in your sweetest voice as his sharp red eyes glanced down to you, “I don’t think this sounds like-”

“Not now, angel.”

If his words didn’t send enough electric shock through your body, the snicker of the fake mafia boss before you sure did. You couldn’t help the fall of your glossed lips as you watched Bakugou continue to converse with the clown before him.

There was no doubt Bakugou was mildly off his game tonight, but that was no excuse to treat you like a worthless nobody.

You were his flower. His everything. It seemed he needed a reminder of that.

Though every sane part of you was begging you to calm down, the deep red that began to cloud your vision took over as your fingers began to squeeze around the small glass in your hands.

There wasn’t much left of your drink to indulge in, and like hell did you care about wasting any of Bakugou’s money. You lifted the thin glass before flipped it over and roughly slammed it on the table, the sound drawing all eyes to you as you heard Kirishima sigh beside you.

Though you couldn’t see it, Bakugou’s typically neutral face held one of mild shock as his sharp eyes glared down at you. You could feel his gaze burning into the side of your head, but your show wasn’t over yet.

“Oops.”

Ensuring your voice was dripping with sarcasm, you shoved the red headed security guard up and out of his seat before sliding out of the booth yourself.

Kirishima opened his mouth for a second, his eyes almost pleading you to sit back down and pretend this never happened, but you simply whipped your hair in his face and turned on your heel.

Bakugou watched the entire altercation with his eyes narrowed, his jaw flexing in irritation as his teeth grinded together beneath his calm lips.

You’re sure his annoying client had some smartass comment on the altercation, but at this point, you didn’t care. You hoped it pissed your lover off even more for all you care.

All you were focused on was making sure your hips swayed oh so temptingly as your eyes searched amongst the crowd to find your nearest victim.

There were so many people you could use as a pawn, a club of all places being your perfect chess board. The moment your eyes fell on some sleazy server attempting to flirt with clearly uncomfortable guests up at the bar, your lips curled into a satisfied smirk.

Bingo.

If you could get back at Bakugou and get a jerk fired all in the same night, why not kill two birds with one stone?

The moment your eyes met, he immediately tried walking away. Looking anywhere other than your figure, but as soon as your fingertips caught the edge of his suit, he knew he was done for.

“Excuse me sir?” You swooned as the man slowly turned before you. The feeling of your fingertips snaking around his tie had a warm blush rising to his cheeks.

“E..Everything alright Ms. L/n?”

Occasionally you heard the host before you ask more forced cordial questions to you, but you drowned out any noise as your head whipped towards the ash blond in his booth.

Much to your annoyance, his eyes were glued on the client before him, their conversation clearly resuming.

“Please ma’am, I..I don’t want to be on Mr. Bakugou’s bad side...”

Letting out a huff, your annoyance let your guard down as you finally grew tired of the man’s fumbling excuses to get you away.

"Why are you still talking?” You growled, your eyes wide with crazed irritation as he quickly shut up and swallowed thickly instead.

Satisfied with his lack of response, you glanced back to Bakugou to surely see him still not paying attention. And if you truly squinted, you swore you saw a subtle smirk on his face.

That bastard was enjoying this.

Gritting your teeth you glanced around the room, searching for any idea to grab his attention until you glance at the shot glasses resting on the tray in the server’s hands.

Smirking, you glanced up at the nervous server, both of you seeming to recognize the idea at the same time. Bakugou hated when you drank alcohol, especially without his knowing consent.

He didn’t like seeing his pretty little darling corrupted by anything other than himself.

“You’re going to pour one of those shots down my throat, understand?” You spoke sternly, your brows furrowing as he quickly shook his head no.

“M..Miss please, you know I can’t do that... Mr. Bakugou will-”

“You will fear me more than you fear him,” You growled out, tugging his tie forward harshly almost causing him to drop the tray completely, “I’m not asking.”

Letting out a shaky sigh the host lifted one of the shot bottles, allowing you to loosen his tie and lean your head back as you stuck your tongue out all for show.

Though you felt your lips curl with excitement, they quickly twitched when you felt the scorching liquid slide down your throat. Whatever the clear beverage in the glass was tasted like battery acid.

You tried your best not to wince, making a show to swallow it slowly before glancing over to Bakugou’s booth.

Sure enough a pair of glowing crimson eyes were on you, a scowl now apparent on his features.

Mission accomplished.

“Red, take care of it.” Bakugou muttered, his eye mildly twitching as he refused to look back in your direction for the second time this night, he would deal with you later.

The client before Bakugou raised a brow in confusion, but Kirishima simply stood up with a sigh.

Though the server before you surely deserved to be fired, you did feel a small twinge of guilt in your stomach when you saw Kirishima making his way towards the two of you.

Slamming the shot bottle on his tray, you let out a huff and tugged a large bill out of the thin lace garter hidden beneath the silk of your dress.

“For your troubles.”

The server tried calling you back as you boredly walked away, begging you not to leave, but when he was met with a new pair of red eyes and matching red hair, he knew it was over.

“P..Please sir, I begged her to leave me alone!” The man cried as Kirishima spun him around and placed a firm hand on his shoulder, “I didn’t do anything!”

Kirishima simply let out a sympathetic huff as he shook his head, watching you walk away, “Consider yourself lucky you didn’t touch her.”

Now truly your only option was to sit and wait. Surely Bakugou wasn’t going to let your behavior slide, but he also wasn’t going to ruin a deal because of it.

Refusing to return to the table, your eyes scanned the room once more until a familiar face caught your gaze. The client’s show girl.

Sure she was annoying at the table, but you and her both knew she was playing a part. Perhaps when she was away from the madness, she was just a normal girl like you?

Wandering over to her, you leaned against the glass table decorated with fancy treats and noshes. Immediately eying the chocolate covered strawberries, you plucked one out and nibbled on it before staring out into the crowd.

“These meetings are so boring, I don’t know why men can’t just email a solution and move on.”

The woman beside you was silent. For a moment you even pondered whether you could make a friend out of this girl. After all, not many people could relate to your situation, and it would be nice to make a friend who understood.

“This your first time doing this sort of thing?”

The sound of a sharp huff caused you to raise a brow, but not before a nasty pair of words followed it.

“So you’re always this obnoxious then?”

Blinking for a moment, you glanced over to her, noticing how she continued to stare out into the crowd with a scowl.

Maybe she was just scared? If you knew anything, you definitely had your guard up the first few times you attended these types of meetings. Bakugou made sure to drill into your head how you can’t trust anyone, surely her company did the same.

Deciding to let it roll off your shoulders, you chuckled as you reached for another strawberry.

“Not as obnoxious as your annoying laugh.” You said with a playful snort, expecting her to laugh along and break character so you could finally chat.

What you didn’t expect, was a cold hard smack across the face. You almost heard the sound before you felt it as it echoed across the club for everyone to hear.

Blinking for a moment, you almost didn’t believe what just happened until your eyes fell upon the uneaten strawberry as it rolled across the floor.

All eyes were on the two of you, especially a pair of crimson and hazel ones. Standing up straight you glanced at the girl who was already in a defensive position.

“I knew you were jealous of me all night you little bitch!” The girl shouted, daring to curl her fingers into a fist, “Admit it!”

The accusation was enough to leave your lips agape, to say the least. Glancing over to where your lover sat, you noticed his wide eyes already on you, almost trying to gauge your own reaction. When you saw him give a quick nod, your head slowly turned back to the fuming girl before you.

“Not to be rude.. but what do I have to be jealous of?”

The sound of her shrieking was to be expected, but what you didn’t expect was her to tackle you onto the table behind you, the sound of dishes clattering and people screaming making you wince.

Your eyes followed her palm that was curled into a fist, which you quickly caught before it made contact with your face. What you didn’t catch was her fist full of pie as she smashed it against your face.

The flawless face of makeup you spent hours perfecting, she ruined with one smash of what tasted like cherry pie.

Sitting up slowly you growled at her, the look on your face finally putting her into a position of shock and maybe even fear as you sat up and grabbed her by the shoulder before launching her down the table.

Without worrying much over your already ruined attire, you lunged yourself towards her, ready to land directly on top of her until her legs met with your chest and swung you forward into a bowl of some type of liquid.

Luckily it wasn’t alcohol, you weren’t sure you could take even more of that scorching liquid down your throat tonight, let alone in your eyes.

Though when you felt her hands wrap around your neck you knew you might be in trouble. Was this girl trying to kill you? Surely she didn’t know too much about Bakugou if she was.

Regardless, you weren’t about to let her win so easily. Wrapping your legs around her waist, you used all your body weight to launch her forward. You weren’t even sure where she would end up, all you cared was that you could finally breathe.

Immediately you whipped your head up and out of the bowl, your strained coughs filling the air as your soaked hair whipped against your back. The last thing you expected to see was the girl on the floor before you, her dress covered in what looked like dark chocolate.

You almost laughed until she let out a loud squeal, her eyes practically glowing with anger.

“You bitch,” She screamed, reaching somewhere in her bra until she pulled out a dull black piece of metal that quickly clicked out into a sharp blade, “You ruined my dress!”

As soon as the blade made a presence, your body went into fight or flight mode. Sure you could defend yourself in most scenarios, but in no means were you trained to fight.

From across the room Bakugou could sense your hesitation once the weapon was drawn, not only you but the entire crowd seemed to grow uneasy at this point.

With Kirishima outside dealing with the server, he was left to solve this problem. Even though externally he was seemingly annoyed, internally he was grateful for the escape. This kid was a total idiot, and it seemed his suspicions were right.

He was all bark, no bite. Even if he turned down his offer, there would be no real threat against his people or territory.

Beginning to stand up, he was stopped when he heard a snort from across the table, his eyes landing on the man as he began to clap.

“I stand corrected, your bitch is pretty wild-”

Before he could finish his sentence, he heard a quick slice from across his ear causing him to jump. Turning around slowly he noticed a knife stuck into the wall before he noticed red droplets begin to drip down his suit.

Quickly turning back to Bakugou, he noticed his crimson eyes narrowed and furious.

“You’ve wasted my evening and that tramp of yours has ruined my doll’s evening.” Bakugou growled, reaching behind his back to pull the cool gray pistol he had in between his belt, “I don’t want you or that crazy bitch near my parts ever again.”

The mafia leader quickly rose, attempting to look offended but the fear was evident within his features. Biting his lip he quickly nodded before darting towards the front entrance and out the doors.

Bakugou sneered, not surprised he left his “partner” back in the crossfire. He even considered following after the scum bag to secure one final lesson until your screams filled the air.

Your eyes were wide and crazed now. Somehow the two of you had made it onto the stage, much to the dancers’ surprise as they quickly fled the scene.

“Oh are you mad I ruined your dress?” The girl hissed, referring to the cut on your collarbone that now had drops of blood spreading along your satin dress.

Gripping at your chest to stop the bleeding you dodged another swipe from the girl, “No, I’m pissed that you just tried to stab me, you freak!”

The girl simply laughed like a crazy woman, appearing to be scarier than her so-called “mafia king” date as she attempted another strike towards you.

Though, even if she was crazy, she wasn’t calculated. Memorizing her swiping style, you grabbed her wrist this time and spun it around her back expecting her to drop the knife.

When she didn’t you let out a string of curses before swiping your leg beneath her own, causing her to fall flat on her face, the sound of her head cracking against the floor even making you wince.

Letting out a sigh you stumbled forward, attempting to exit the side of the stage until you felt a palm wrap around your ankle and tug, causing you to make your descent to the floor.

You were at least able to make your fall graceful, protecting your face with your arms, but when you spun around you already saw her knife plunging down towards you.

Looking around the room, you tried to look for a way out but with time not on your side, you decided to close your eyes and await your cruel fate.

But instead of hearing a blade tearing through skin, the sound of a bullet rang through the air, another group of screams following as everyone’s eyes followed where the loud bang came from.

Peaking an eye open, you felt relief wash over you when you saw Bakugou aiming the gun towards your direction. Sitting up a bit, you glanced back to see the girl with blood gushing out of her thigh.

With wide eyes you shrieked, the amount of blood making you nauseous as you quickly stumbled up. Your body jolted in fear when you felt a pair of arms help you up, but you immediately relaxed when you saw those familiar tufts of blond hair

“K..Katsuki, you shot her.”

The blond rubbed his thumb across the wound on your neck, as if half analyzing it and half to shut you up.

“Nobody touches my girl,” Bakugou said sternly, looking into your eyes with a serious expression, “There’s no exceptions.”

His words made your lip tremble, the reaction making Bakugou slightly roll his eyes as he realized his cute little fiance was done with her show of attitude. Who knew all it would take was a traumatizing showdown.

Immediately his arms wrapped around you as he pulled your head into his chest, both to comfort your soft sniffles and to keep you from watching his men drag the wailing bloodied woman off the stage.

“She… she ruined the new dress you bought me.” You muttered into his chest, the rumble of his calm chuckle making your chest grow warm as he rubbed a soothing hand up and down your back.

“I’ll buy you a new one, kay?” Bakugou muttered, placing a prolonged kiss atop your head before allowing you to lift your burrowed face from his chest to see that sweet smile of yours back on those pretty lips.

“Kay.”

Admittedly you weren't wrong when this night first started. Something felt off about the evening, and sure enough it was one of the craziest you’ve had in awhile.

Almost crazy enough to make you forget the act you pulled earlier.

The blond helped you off the stage, making sure to keep a close arm around you for the remainder of the night as he instructed his staff on how to deal with the police when they surely arrived.

Eventually you found yourself shuffling your aching feet back to the car besides Bakugou, a sigh of relief escaping your lips when you noticed Kirishima stroll from around the car just in time.

“Get the first aid kit from the front so I can clean her up, then you can take the spare car home.” Bakugou instructed. Kirishima ignored your look of confusion as he walked back to the front of the car.

Wordlessly, Bakugou opened the trunk of his large vehicle and lifted you up to sit on the edge of it, nodding to Kirishima when he handed him the first aid box.

“Good night Mr. Bakugou and.. Miss L/n.” Kirishima spoke, his words faltering as his eyes fell on you. There was a hint of sympathy in them which made you raise a brow.

Keeping your eyes on Kirishima as he walked away, your bit at your lower lip as your brows furrowed, “Why isn’t Kirishima driving us home baby-”

Your words were cut off by your gasp when Bakugou’s rough palm gripped your chin and forced you to look up to him, the look in his eyes filled with something wild and hungry.

“Don’t think I forgot about that little show you put on back there.” Bakugou hissed, his grip on your chin growing tighter when you opened your mouth to speak.

The sight of his stern expression made your eyes fill with warm tears, though your body betrayed you as you felt your core grow just as warm. The sight of your twitching body didn’t go unnoticed by Bakugou, it simply just made him smirk as he gently dabbed some liquid on your cut.

“I knew you were getting off from disobeying me,” The blond snarled, grinning when your whimpers filled the air most likely from the harsh stings of the liquid he was applying on your cut, “You wanted this outcome, slut.”

His words made your lips tremble more, trying your best to avoid his gaze as he began to pull out some bandages, “But that’s okay, you’re my cute little slut, yeah?”

Sniffling a bit, you nodded as he secured the bandage along your collarbone, his tongue clicking as he cooed down to you, twisted smirk upon his lips when he cupped your cheeks to force you to look at him.

“Yeah, that’s right princess.” Bakugou spoked with feigned sympathy as his thick thumbs swiped away at the tears that broke through your lashes.

“And I can’t wait to fuck the brat out of you until you’re my sweet dumb girl again.”

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Tamed

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Gojo x Reader x Kakashi

Art: @ maru_shikak on Twitter

Mood Song: shameless

Summary: The week you had been dreaming of since you were a little girl was finally here, but after two new faces made an unexpected appearance, your week went far from how you had always visioned it.

Warnings: 18+, spanking, brat taming, praise/degrading, threesome, double creampie, overstimulation, f!receiving, m!receiving, virigin reader, corruption, implied age gap (reader in early 20s, gojo/kakashi in late 20s), MHA/Naruto/JJK universes, an extremely out of place and mildly confusing happy ending because i can't physically write bad endings (ಥ﹏ಥ)

Fingertips grazed along the wooden doors, nails tapping against the dark surface just begging to push onwards into the room that awaited you.

The week you had been dreaming of since you were a little girl was finally here. Mentor Week.

During the final year at your academy, a group of state of the art mentors across all fields of combat would come and take on one student to train for a week. If the week of training went well and all exams are passed, the student has the opportunity to become a full fledged sidekick for their mentors.

The opportunity was a dream for most students, especially because it allowed them to bypass years of internships and work studies that would allow them to jumpstart their sidekick career. Not many students passed the training each year, but you weren’t most students.

Combat work has been in your family for generations. Each member of your family owned their own agency, or was their own independent master within many fields of combat. In addition, your family had been blessed with different types of elemental control of water.

It wasn’t unusual for families to have a traditional power that’s been passed down for generations, but to have such control over a foundational element made your family rare, amongst many. Specifically, you were rare amongst many.

For the first time in nearly five decades, you had gained the ability to fully control the element of water. Many members of your family only had partial control, whether it be certain types or temperatures of water, but you had universal power over it. From the very first day you developed the power, your mother made sure you knew of its importance.

“You’re very special my love,” Your mother spoke to you, your wide glossy eyes staring at her after you had witnessed just a small glimpse of what your power had to offer.

You were just swimming in the spring behind your home, all of your cousins playing an intense game of tag with their own versions of their powers. In the midst of your fun, you noticed your little brother slip on one of the stones, and his head was aiming right for a sharp rock below.

Almost like second nature, you swung your arms up in an attempt to catch him. But instead of feeling his skin on yours, you almost felt his presence in your arms. Like you knew you caught him, but not in the way you planned. When you peaked your eyes open, you gasped upon seeing your brother surely being held upright, but it was a stream of water that caught him.

Everyone seemed caught up in the moment, especially your cousins. You remember your aunties and uncles all crowding around in amazement at what you had done, but all you could remember was how confused you were. You didn’t really do anything, but in so many ways you did.

“Our family has been waiting for generations for an heir to take on the full power of our element,” Your mother spoke with a proud smile, “I knew from the moment you opened your eyes my special Y/n, it was going to be you.”

You remembered how your family celebrated all night, and even the week after crowds of people you didn’t recognize came to celebrate your new gift. From that day forward, training became your new obsession. Your new purpose. The chant they repeated to you over and over would ring in your head, until you made it to this moment.

“You are the chosen one.”

You weren’t sure if you whispered those words to yourself, or to the door standing tall before you, but it was all you needed to hear before you bravely pushed the doors open to start this new path of success.

Every bit of confidence faltered when you noticed a lack of presence in the room. It seems no mentors had shown up yet, and only a few students sat at the vacant desks.

“I’m only ten minutes early…” You muttered to yourself, glancing down at your phone to confirm your observation. It didn’t seem very professional for both students and mentors to be late, but your worries were silenced when a familiar voice piped up from the front of the room.

“Y/n! You’re here!”

A smile crept upon your lips when you heard your friend’s voice, every bit of anxiety rushing out of your body as she waved you over to the empty seat beside her.

Akira had been with you from day one. Both of your families had been good friends since your father and her uncle had started an agency together. Her family’s powers had gifts to control the nature around them, Akira’s particular gift being that she could control the growth of shrubbery around her.

Though you knew your gift was much more powerful than hers, you never thought much of it. The rare gifts of your family never went to your head, and you always saw your opponents as equals. Beyond the fact that you were family friends, Akira’s personality contrasted yours in the most perfect of ways.

While you had a more determined yet anxious personality, she had a more upbeat and relaxed personality. She understood the pressure your gift put you under, and the high expectations your family set on your shoulders. As much as you tried to keep a relaxed, confident composure around others, Akira always saw through the facade.

Instead of being the thorn in your side, she was the fresh field of flowers that allowed you to genuinely unwind and appreciate the world around you. You had both been inseparable since the day you met, and you hoped that’s what your future held as well.

“There’s Y/n, confident as ever.” Akira said with a grin, jabbing at your side which resulted in a grunt like chuckle before you sat in the seat beside her, returning the grin.

“And there’s my radiant flower, my good luck charm as always.”

Akira giggled at your words before letting out a sigh, “Kinda weird none of the mentors have shown up, right?”

Her words made the nerves begin to swell up again. So you weren’t the only one who noticed.

“Definitely, maybe it’s some sort of test?”

“Maybe, I’m sure it’s nothing we can’t handle.” Akira said, her grin returning as she tugged you into her side and held you close.

A satisfied sigh escaped your lips as you relaxed yourself into her hold. Everything was going to be just fine.

“Well don’t you two look awfully cheerful down there.”

The grating voice of your classmate from the desks above you made your skin crawl, your jaw immediately jutting out in annoyance as you swung your head back to see an all too familiar smirk.

“I’m surprised you even made it here dork, thought you’d chicken out.”

The boy opened his mouth to speak until another voice spoke behind him, “Give Ren a chance, he said his good luck prayer last night and everything.”

Both you and Akira snorted as Ren’s smirk dropped into a pout, his head whipping to glare at Haru, his supposed best friend and roommate. The two of them entered your life in high school, already being friends from their previous school. Though not coming from prestigious families like you and Akira, they both had exceptional skills which scored them into your current academy.

“I told you not to tell anyone about that.” Ren whined, shoving his friend's shoulder as he sat down in the seat beside him.

You couldn’t help the warm smile when you heard Akira’s ceaseless giggles besides you. Ever since the four of you became friends, Akira formed the largest crush on Ren. What she saw in the goofy boy, you weren’t sure, but the two sure enjoyed each other’s company.

Of course you and Haru were aware the entire time, attempting to be wingman and woman for your two friends, but the two were as dense as they come when it came to romance.

“Don’t worry Ren, I think it’s cute.” Akira said with a wink, the action shocking you as Ren began to smile like a bumbling oaf.

Elbowing her side, you offered a grin, to which she began blushing as she jerked her head away from you.

“But Y/n…” Haru spoke, his cough to gain your attention making you look back up to him, “Ren is unfortunately right, you two do look questionably cheerful.”

His words made you raise a brow, confused to what he was insinuating. Haru took the signal to keep going.

“Don’t you feel a bit worried? With such high expectations after all.”

And there it was, Haru’s true intentions. The boy had always been curious, though you think a better word would be an instigative. You knew deep down it was to poke at that fire in you, keep you on your toes, but it still did agitate you each time he tried to test you.

“What do I have to be worried about?” You spoke defensively, lifting your chin to the roof, “I’m the chosen one; I’m going to nail this mentorship, become Mirko’s sidekick, then become the greatest hero this world has ever seen!”

While you knew you were getting ahead of yourself, you expected at least a chirp from Akira or even a sneer from the dorks sitting above you, but instead you were met with a painful silence.

Until a new voice joined in.

“A bit cocky there, are we?”

Your body whipped around to see a tall man standing before you. It was then you noticed clusters of mentors had begun entering the room. They must have all come together from another location. The sight of them caught you off guard for a moment, between the declaration and their sudden arrival, you felt your cheeks grow warm.

Worst of all, no matter how much you tried to shove the thoughts down, the man before you was strikingly handsome. You hated the way your chest tightened and your breath hitched when you noticed his sharp teeth flashed in a smug grin.

There wasn’t much you could tell about him thanks to his oversized attire, and even worse he had a strange mask shielding his eyes, so there wasn’t much to look at except the large palms that splayed across your desk, his sharp facial features, and his stark white hair. But even that was enough to get your heart racing just a bit too fast.

All you could observe is that he was much too old to be a student, so he must be a mentor. Giving him one last full body check, you decided whoever he was, you shouldn’t give him much attention. With the way your body was reacting and the attitude he was throwing at you, it would be best to get him away.

Turning your full body to him now, you crossed your arms and raised a brow up to the man.

“What’s it to you, old man?”

Whatever the white haired mentor was expecting, it wasn’t that. His mouth dropped into an O shape as he dramatically gasped, “What about me screams old? I’m one of the youngest mentors here!”

Before you could come up with a response, a chuckle was heard from behind him, followed by a new presence shuffling beside the mentor. This man was concerningly similar to the other, nearly the same height, stature, attire, and most importantly: white hair. He even had a mask, though his only covered one eye. His stunningly sharp features only made your heart beat faster, the feeling making you more frustrated by the minute.

“I’m not so sure Saturo, are those wrinkles in your smile?”

The feigned shock of the eye masked mentor was now directed to the other, his mouth open surely ready to make a quip back until you spoke with an unimpressed expression on your face.

“You’re not exempt eyepatch, your hair is as white as his.”

Now both men before you looked at you with shocked expressions, though it was more satisfying from the one eyed man since you could see his eye widen in surprise.

You weren’t sure where the sudden attitude came from. You weren’t normally this blunt with strangers, especially mentors of all people, but for some reason it felt well deserved. Men never usually got you this way, hot and bothered probably the best way to put it, but the last thing you needed right now was a distraction. It didn’t matter anyways, in a few short minutes you would never see these stooges again.

Akira gave you a nervous glance, noticing your change in demeanor while the man with the double eye mask bursted into laughter at the sight of his colleague’s face.

The one eyed man’s expression suddenly grew just a bit dark as he placed a palm on your desk and leaned his face closer to you, most likely an attempt to appear intimidating.

“Don’t you think you should show your superiors a bit more respect, hm?”

There it was, that racing of your heart again. It was beating so fast you thought it was going to come up your throat, you hated it. Despised it. You needed to get these two far away from you as soon as possible.

As if your body was moving on autopilot, you leaned up to the man practically touching noses, returning the same intimidating stare.

“Oh, but you’re not my superiors, are you?” You spoke, coy grin on your face as you leaned back in your chair and let out a sigh, “I don’t know who you dorks are, but I’m going to be mentoring with Mirko and Mei Mei. The likes of you two don’t concern me.”

The sound of your name being harshly whispered caused you to slightly turn your head to Akira, though you kept your defensive posture to the two men as you listened to her whisper.

“Y/n! These two are-”

“I don’t care who they are, Akira,” You spoke confidently, offering her a warm smile before turning back to the men who were now staring at you with unreadable expressions, “They’re only distractions in my effort to become the top hero.”

Your final words clearly got to the two men, the one eyed man kissing his teeth as the other let out a chuckle. Regardless, you didn’t care.

You worked your ass off to sit in this very room. Years of blood sweat and tears have led you to this moment, and you’re not going to let two newbie mentors throw you off your game.

Sure enough, both mentors left without a word, just as you expected. They were only here to tease you, most likely because they knew of you and your family.

A small part of you would be lying if you said you weren’t intimidated by their expressionless faces. If it had been literally any other situation, you would have pressed further, but you really needed to get focused. There were many others who wanted your mentor group, and you weren’t about to let them beat you to it.

“Damn girl, you got balls!” Ren spoke, you could hear the grin in his voice. For once, the boy made you smile as you looked back to see him and Haru looking at you in shock.

“No, she's got a fried brain.” Haru growled, his voice making you blink as you looked to him with concerned eyes, “Clearly you didn’t do your research.”

His accusation had your blood boiling. You spent months analyzing every aspect of this process, including hearing stories from your own mother. There was nothing about this experience that you didn't know about.

“That’s what I was trying to tell you Y/n,” Akira said, her worried voice making you drop your head to her, “That was Satoru Gojo and Kakashi Hatake.”

Though the names sounded vaguely familiar, the look of worry on Akira’s face made your heart drop.

“They’re like the top ranking combatants in their respective fields; Gojo is a special grade sorcerer, and Hatake is a high ranking jonin.” Akira explained, the more she spoke the worse you felt, “They just joined the mentorship program this year, but they’re already the most desirable group of mentors to work with because of their renowned status.”

You felt your blood run cold, the scene that just played out running through your head like a horror movie as you slowly turned to face the two men that were now standing amongst the other mentors.

Luckily their eyes weren’t on you, but you still felt an eerie presence just glancing in their direction. Of all people to pick a fight with… why did they even come to you in the first place?

“Holy shit, I’m an idiot.” You muttered, face as white as a ghost as you buried your face in your hands. The three of your friends looked at you sympathetically, knowing there wasn’t much to be done now that the ordeal was over.

“I..It’s okay Y/n, you didn’t know…” Akira said, rubbing your shoulder gently.

“Yeah Akira is right, besides you don’t want to work with them anyways! Just pray you don’t cross paths with them again when you’re a big shot hero.” Ren snorted, though the more he spoke the more the three of you glared at him.

You hadn’t even thought of that, and of course you told them who your ideal mentor group was. What if they go to them and explain what a terrible student you are?

“Y/n, get out of your head.” Haru spoke sternly, his voice snapping you out of your thoughts as you looked up to his surprisingly sincere eyes, “It was clear those two were messing with you, probably because of your family name. You’re going to get the mentors you want, so don’t sweat it, okay?”

Just as he finished, he held his hand out down to you and offered a kind smile. Biting your lip, you nodded and offered a confident grin of your own as you clapped your hand against his own.

“Okay!”

Turning back around, you let out a shaky but at least relieved sigh. Haru was right, one minuscule conversation wasn’t going to throw off the trajectory of all your hard work. They probably were just trying to get you worked up, which clearly worked, but it’s in the past now. This was all behind you.

But little did you know, this was only the beginning.

“She’s looking at us.”

The two men stood amongst the mentors, pretending to converse amongst them, though they were doing quite the opposite.

“I’m aware, I can sense her too.” Kakashi spoke calmly, Gojo frowning at his short response.

“For once I’m not trying to flex my superior skills, I’m just addressing the elephant in the room.”

Kakashi offered a lazy glare to Gojo until he noticed the sourcer bluntly looking in your direction.

“Are you straight up staring at her now?”

“What? She’s cute when she gets all flustered. Could sense her little heart beating a mile a minute the more she talked with us,” Gojo simply grinned, his expression making Kakashi grow curious, “Besides, pretty sure sunshine next to her just explained who we are.”

The sourcer nodded his head, Kakashi following his gaze to see you burying your head in your hands as your friend rubbed your shoulder.

Adorable.

“Glad to see the girl has some shame.” Kakashi sighed, a small grin playing at his lips as Gojo looked to him, “I expected the daughter of the L/n clan to have some spunk, but she’s just a borderline brat.”

“Agreed.” Gojo hums, tapping his index finger atop his chin before looking back to Kakashi, “I think we should do something about that.”

Kakashi’s eyes widened at this, his head whipping to Gojo giving him a knowing look.

“Gojo…”

The sorcerer simply laughed, placing his hands behind his head and letting out a sigh.

“C’mon you saw how flustered she got when she was getting all fiesty,” Gojo argued, toothy grin in sight, “You can’t look me in the eye and say this wouldn’t go the way we want it to.”

Kakashi let out a sigh, rubbing his fingers against his forehead, “Look I’m not openly disagreeing with you, but she’s here for a reason. We can’t interfere with her training, lord knows what her family would do to us if they found out.”

“Please her family would kiss our feet if she found out we trained her. Who better than the most powerful people in this room to train their beloved prodigy.”

The ninja gave Gojo an unimpressed look, though his cheeks were flushed as he was in deep thought. Admittedly, the minute your file came across his desk he was immediately intrigued.

Many people in the industry would be an idiot if they hadn’t heard of you, let alone your clan. Most students of the core elemental families were well known amongst the higher ups, likely because of their destined success.

Though there were many students out there that rivaled your strength, you stuck out the most to him. Ironically, coming from the peaceful element of water, you had a fire within you. Even family heads admitted at gatherings that you were difficult to deal with, as you were a stubborn unstoppable force when it came to your desires.

Your beauty was also a prominent trait when your name was mentioned. If rumors were true, you have yet to go on a single date with anyone. Every romantic offer had been shut down in an effort to focus on becoming the top hero.

Surely such standards were a result of your family’s high expectations, but for your obstinate personality to be so well known amongst the community, it only made him more curious about you. More excited.

“I know you read her file Bruce Lee,” Gojo continued, like the devil on his shoulder as he continued to speak, “Heard she’s never had a teacher she couldn’t outperform. Probably why she has that attitude of hers, rightfully deserved I suppose.”

Kakashi grit his teeth at the name, but a surge of excitement shot up his spine as Gojo continued to speak. He did remember reading that in your file. Honestly in a way, he couldn’t blame you. Both Gojo and Kakashi knew how it felt to be at the top of every class, even at such a young age. It’s hard not to develop an ego.

But even then, his sympathy couldn’t extend past the desire to test you. Push you to your limits until you are forced to…

“Are you really going to let her win?”

The ninja finally let out a defeated sigh, turning to the sorcerer as he raised a brow.

“What are you suggesting Satoru?”

Gojo’s grin grew wider at his defeat, “Look I’m not saying we force her into anything, I’m not a monster.”

Kakashi’s unimpressed eyes remained on Gojo as he continued.

“I’m just saying we show her that she’s not the only prodigy out there, give her some good training… and if she happens to fall head over heels in love with our charming charisma and good looks in the process then…”

“Stopping you there Satoru. As much as I would love to give her a good lesson, she already said she wants to partner up with Mirko and Mei Mei. What makes you think she’s going to choose us now?”

Gojo simply chuckled all too confidently, the sound unnerving Kakashi as he raised a brow.

“You leave that to me my friend. So what do you say, are you in?”

“Welcome Class of 2022 to this year’s annual Mentorship Week. We are pleased to see so many familiar faces make it into the program.” Your school head spoke, a practiced smile on her face as she looked out at the many students, “This week will be challenging for all of you, but it will give you the opportunity to train hard and potentially earn a job with two of these many fine mentors.”

Her words have excitement bubbling throughout your entire body. After catching a glimpse of Mirko and Mei Mei sitting together, you couldn’t help the small grin on your face as you shifted in your seat. Mei Mei, as always, looked so elegant and maybe even a bit arrogant as she looked amongst the crowd with a smirk on her face. Ironically, many people didn’t like her for her “gold digging” career within the industry, but you couldn’t care less. A badass is a badass.

Then there was Mirko, a greek god in the form of a hybrid human. Her legs alone were about the width of your entire body. She looked even bigger in person, and her eyes held authority. Overall she exuded power.

You wanted to be exactly like them.

“Those are your girls!” Akira whispered, your head nodding to her excitedly as the school head continued to speak.

“Now I know in previous years, the students would pick their desired mentor group in order of student ranking.” Your school head explained, her eyes falling on you as she smiled warmly, “Which in that case would mean Y/n L/n would be first to pick.”

Suddenly all the excitement bursted inside you, a proud smile on your lips as you felt most eyes on you now. Just as you were about to stand and declare your desired group, you were cut off by the school head.

“But,” The principal spoke, a bit of amusement in her eyes as she noticed you awkwardly sit back in your seat, “We’ve decided to change things around this year.”

A sudden hush of whispers was heard around the room, confusion amongst everyone at the sudden change. The mentorship program had been like this for years. Your mother and her mother and her mother all told you how they went first to pick their own group.

Even with the hushed whispers, you simply heard static. Your head began to swirl as you wondered what could possibly be changing this year. Were they going to let the lowest ranking student go first out of fairness? Then you would get the worst mentors here!

You could kiss your dream of becoming a premature sidekick down the toilet.

“Due to requests on behalf of our esteemed mentors, we have decided henceforth that the mentors will now be choosing their desired student to train.”

Suddenly you froze, your body going rigid as you processed her words. This didn’t make sense, it wasn’t supposed to happen like this.

“What?” You exclaimed, now fully standing up from your seat. Luckily, the murmurs of students grew louder, everyone in the room seeming to be in disbelief of the announcement.

Your skin began to crawl more when you saw two smirks directed towards you from the stage.

Those bastards.

“Calm down, calm down!” Your school head declared, her expression growing annoyed before she turned her attention to you, “The mentors unanimously agreed that it would be best for them to choose their own mentors, that way they could ensure you would be a perfect fit as their sidekick if you do manage to pass all of the exams. They all have read your charts, so they know you better than you know them.”

You knew it. They were just doing this because they knew of your family. They were toying with you.

“Mrs. Ikeda, respectfully, this is outrageous!” You cried, nails scratching at the table angrily as you grit your teeth, “I think I speak for everyone in this room when I say this is not what we trained and studied so hard for, you can’t just change the system after everything we’ve done!”

Luckily a few students seemed to agree with you, though you assumed it was most of the lower ranking ones since they now had less of a chance of getting their desired mentors. But regardless, any support was helpful.

The moment you felt the school head’s cold eyes on your form, you felt like you could shrink into your seat. You were angry, but you also hated disappointing your superiors.

“Miss Y/n, this decision is final and if it’s not satisfactory to you or anyone else in this room, then you can up and leave. Do I make myself clear?”

Your mouth was fully dropped in surprise, not even believing what was happening. It felt like a dream, no, a nightmare.

Swallowing thickly, you nodded while quietly mumbling a yes as you sat back down in your chair with a blank expression on your face.

“Very well. Now does anyone else have any questions before I continue?”

Much to no one’s surprise, the room fell silent.

You felt all eyes on you, especially from your friends around you, but you simply lowered yourself further in your seat, hoping eventually you would just slide under the desk and disappear forever.

“Splendid. Well without further ado, our mentors will now begin choosing their desired student. Once your name is called, please come to the front of the room and follow your mentors to your designated training grounds.”

The school head’s instructions were drowned out in your own overwhelming thoughts. You still just couldn’t believe this was happening. You planned this day out for years, practicing every little word and move you would make. Now everything was crumbling before your very eyes.

All you could do was pray another group of mentors would pick you before the two white haired men that were surely behind this mess.

“Hmmm, we have decided to mentor Y/n L/n!” An enthusiastic voice spoke into the microphone, the words snapping you from your thoughts as you looked up to your genuine worst nightmare coming to life.

Sure enough before you stood Satoru Gojo and Kakashi Hatake, their smug expressions already on you as Gojo pointed to your desk, signaling you as their choice.

A snort from upon stage made you raise a brow, noticing it came from Mei Mei. This was definitely all a planned game to them. A sick, twisted game.

“Hey L/n, remember when I told you to just pray you don’t cross paths with Satoru and Kakashi again?” Ren whispered to you, your body not even turning back to face him, “Yeah well… just forget I said anything. Good luck!”

Not even Ren’s idiotic words could phase you at this point, even when you heard a smack and a small ‘ow’ which was most likely Haru smacking him.

All you could do was sit frozen in shock, your body almost refusing to accept such a cruel fate.

“Don’t be shy now Miss Y/n, we won’t bite.” Gojo spoke cheekily, his grin making you feel bile build up in your throat. You think you were going to pass out.

The sudden squeeze of your hand seemed to mildly snap you from your trance, your head glancing to see Akira’s worried eyes on you.

“You have to go up Y/n,” Akira said with a sad, yet hopeful smile, “I know it seems bad, but you’ll make the most of it. I believe in you.”

Her words made you feel a small warmth of something, anything. You couldn’t help but appreciate it.

Offering her a pathetic smile, you let out a sigh before standing up and walking down the stairs to the stage before you. You refused to look at the two mentors that stood to the right of you, choosing to focus your attention on your school head who was smiling down at you.

“That was quite the outburst Y/n, very uncharacteristic of you,” She spoke, grabbing your hand and squeezing it reassuringly, “You should consider yourself lucky, these are the highest ranking mentors on this stage. Make the most of it.”

She finished her last words with a wink, your body shivering as you forced the most genuine smile you could before turning to face your new mentors for the next week.

Gojo had a shit eating grin on his face. Even through the damn mask you could tell Kakashi had a likewise grin as they looked you up and down like a piece of meat.

“Cmon Y/n, let’s take you to where we’ll be training this next week!” Gojo said with feigned excitement, offering a hand for you to take to surely lead you out of the room.

Once your back was fully turned to the school head you shot him a glare before walking past his extended hand and out the stadium doors.

You knew they were behind you, once the heavy doors slammed shut you were met with the silence of the hallway, so it was easy to hear their heavy footsteps behind you.

“Aren’t you so excited for these gramps to be showing you the ropes?” A coy voice spoke from behind you, “Hope you’ll be patient with us.”

Both men smirked when they received no response, only silence and the sight of your fingers digging moons into your palms.

“C’mon, don’t ignore your mentors. Do you want to hurt our feelings? Us geezers are sensitive, you know.” Gojo chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement as you huffed while quickening your pace.

Oh you were going to be loads of fun.

Luckily the training grounds weren’t too far away, the doors appearing before you sooner than expected. All you wanted to do was walk in, examine the area, then get the hell home so you could make up a game plan on how to survive this nightmare of a week.

Turning on your heel, you slammed your hands into the doors, speeding through them until you bumped into a firm chest. The sudden intrusion made you squeak in surprise, immediately hating the cute noise you made until you noticed Kakashi standing in front of you.

It was then you noticed how tall he was, nearly an entire foot above you causing you to look up at him with such proximity. Even you couldn’t help but stare in shock, wondering how he went from behind you to directly in front of you in the blink of an eye. You could tell he was smiling when his eyes crinkled into a strangely warm expression.

“First things first, we need to work on those manners of yours. From now on, you will address us both as sir. Got it?”

His demand made your blood boil, so much so that you’re sure your face was turning red as you felt your fists clench at your sides. You hated that your anger was mixed with more, a new emotion that rarely got the best of you. Avoiding his gaze, you quickly shoved past him only to run into another firm chest, a growl now escaping your lips to see the smug sourcer now before you.

“That wasn’t a suggestion dear.”

Gritting your teeth, you shoved Gojo just a few inches away from you before turning your back to both of them. Your hands began to tremble with anger, embarrassment… really there was nothing you weren’t feeling right now.

“You’re both not officially my mentors until tomorrow, so I don’t have to call you shit.” You growled, suddenly whipping around to face them before pointing out to the large field you were in.

“In fact, I think we can just cut this tour short. This is clearly the field we’ll be training in and those are the rooms we’ll be staying in. All crystal clear.”

The minute your rant is over you finally open your eyes to see their reactions, only to see smug expressions still glued to their faces over your little outburst. Letting out another huff of annoyance, you offered a sarcastic wave and began storming towards the doors.

A surge of frustration coursed through your veins when you felt a hand grab your shoulder to stop you, but you simply looked back with one dark eye to whichever one of the idiots dared to touch you.

“Let. Go.”

Once you met the gaze of Kakashi, you knew he was just trying to test his limits, but right now you weren’t in the mood. You just needed to get out of there, and fast. Luckily once he seemed to get a good reading of your expression, he let go of you without another word and you stormed out of the training grounds.

Just before the door could slam, Gojo shouted something about how he couldn’t wait to get started with training tomorrow, but you drowned it all out as you stormed off the school property.

The moment the field door slammed shut, Gojo began howling with laughter, taking off his mask so he could properly rub his eyes.

“Oh she’s worse than I thought, that girl may give us a run for our money.”

Kakashi grinned to his friend, folding his arms as he pulled his own mask down, “She’s strong, has a pretty intense fucking stare too. Guess all the rumors about her are true.”

Gojo nodded, stretching out his arms and neck a bit before letting out a content sigh.

“Just the challenge we were looking for, right?”

Kakashi nodded, excitement surging through his veins at the new challenge ahead.

“I can’t wait to break that pretty little thing.”

A chill raced down your back as a case of rendezvous occurred when you noticed your fingertips similarly grazing against the wood doors before you. The only difference is your nails weren’t tapping against the dark surface in excitement this time, rather a nervous dread.

Unlike yesterday, your worst nightmare was waiting on the other side of that door. A nightmare that you were going to have to deal with for an entire week.

If it weren’t for the loving pep talk your mom gave you last night, you would’ve probably thrown all of your hard work away and tried again next year.

“Sweetheart, don’t you think you’re being a bit irrational?” Your mother spoke, watching as you paced around your room in a fit of emotions.

“Mom, they stripped away years of meticulous planning and hard work from me! What if they just torment me all week and I get no real training?” You cried, eyes wide before you looked down, the world beginning to shake as you felt nauseous, “Then I’ll have to wait two more years just to be a sidekick, and I may never reach the number one spot-”

The feeling of cold water splashing in your face snapped you out of your thoughts, a shriek escaping your mouth until you saw your mother sternly looking at you.

“Now that’s enough Y/n!” Your mother shouted, your angered expression falling as you felt nearly all the pent up heat in your body disappear, “Better?”

Letting out a shaky sigh you nodded, with the flick of your wrist all the water that drenched your hair and skin was removed and placed back in the cup your mother was holding.

“Now I’m sorry Y/n, but hearing you spiral over a bunch of silly mentors had me worried. This isn’t the determined little girl I know.” She spoke, moving to sit on your bed as she patted the spot next to her hinting for you to sit.

“The Y/n I know would be laughing at such a challenge. Seeing the positive in the negative,” Your mother spoke calmly, smiling when you sat beside her and leaned on her shoulder, “After all, our family element is the element of change, is it not?”

A small smile itched at the corner of your lips as you nodded, lifting your head up to look at her as she continued speaking, “Now you go show those boys that you’re a L/n and that they messed with the wrong girl, got it?”

Nodding once again, you felt a surge of energy flow through you. It was reluctant, but it was there, and that’s what mattered.

Gripping onto your overnight bag, you swallowed thickly as that reluctance loomed over your shoulders once again. All you could do was remember your mothers words and persevere, like you always did.

Inhaling sharply, you let all your nerves out in a heavy sigh as you shoved the door open with a confident smile.

A smile that soon formed into a gasp as a familiar sorcerer stood before you, leaning against the entrance with a grin as his masked eyes looked down to you.

“Staring at a door for five minutes is awfully strange, don’t you think?”

You opened your mouth to speak before your eyes widened in surprise. He could probably sense you standing in front of the door this entire time, you must’ve looked like an idiot.

Feeling your face grow warm, you quickly fixed your surprised posture as you shot him a small glare, “Spying on your student is awfully strange, don’t you think?”

Gojo let out a hearty laugh as you spun his words against him, following you as you walked deeper into the stadium, placing your bags down by the resting area.

“Still didn’t answer his question dear.” A new voice spoke, your head slightly looking back to see Kakashi in your peripheral.

His soft pet name made you shiver, just slightly. Rolling your head in annoyance, you tugged at your sports bra to shift it back into place while keeping your back to them.

“I was just mentally preparing myself for the shit show of a week I’m about to endure,” You spoke nonchalantly, not letting their wits get the better of you, “All because I pissed off some industry hotshots.”

You heard one of them snort at this, but you didn’t seem to care who as you spun on your heel and gave them a confident look, “But I don’t really care. Nobody is going to throw me off my course of becoming number one. Not even you two.”

Shockingly enough, you were met with silence as they nodded, though their faces showed anything but acceptance.

“Okay,” Kakashi simply spoke, almost in defeat, which had you feeling optimistic until he stood closer to you with focused eyes, “Ego and manners, those will be our two lessons for today.”

Your brows furrowed at this as his words had you stiffen in shock, but you didn’t let your anger get the better of you again. Instead you stood firm in your place as you kept eye contact with him.

The response seemed to humor them both, Kakashi clearly grinning under his mask as he looked you up and down.

“Seeing as we are officially your mentors as of today, you will refer to us both as sir, is that clear?”

Once again the nickname made your cheeks flush, it shouldn’t but it did. Maybe if it were anyone else asking you, it wouldn’t be such a big deal. Still they tried to get on your nerves. It was going to take everything in you to hold back today, let alone this week. But if you wanted to learn anything, you were going to have to regretfully comply.

Gritting your teeth, you averted your eyes before nodding.

A gasp escaped your lips when you felt firm fingers grab your chin, turning your gaze towards the masked sorcerer who smiled down at you, “Use your words, darling.”

Now you knew your cheeks were blushing profusely, the entirety of the situation making your body grow warm as you swallowed thickly.

“Yes sir.”

Even as you grit the last part out, both men seemed to smile in acceptance as they took a few steps back and let you air out a bit.

“Very good.” Kakashi muttered, the phrase making your face grow hotter. He didn’t miss the way your body shivered unpromptedly from his words of praise.

The sight made Kakashi grin, his eyes glancing to his sneering partner before he looked back down to you as you tightened your laces in an attempt to hide your face from them. Even with your stubbornness, it appeared your body always betrayed your better interests.

That was going to make this so much more fun.

Much to your demise, the week didn’t get much better as the days passed.

The two made you endure a number of training trials, testing both your levels of power and endurance. Each trial you seemed to pass without a doubt, but your two mentors didn’t make it easy as they kept testing your patience.

Any time you forgot to add “sir” to a sentence, they would question you or act like you weren’t talking to them. Or if you did something clearly impressive, they would add each comment of feedback with some sort of pet name or endearing phrase that made your skin grow hot.

You could no longer ignore how they were purposely trying to distract you, nor how your body was reacting in confusing ways. Anytime you felt annoyed, your body would betray you as your heart would beat faster and your face would flush.

You’ve dealt with jerks in the past, but never had they gotten a rise out of you like these two. A small part of you knew what they were doing, but you kept trying to deny it.

By about halfway through the week you were just about at your limit.

“How many more times are you going to make me prove my strength before I can finally fight one of you?” You huffed, breathing ragged as you finished another round of water lift conditioning.

Gojo chuckled down to you as Kakashi cleaned up the field. You felt exhaustion run through your body, your knees shaking a bit before you gave in and knelt down, giving an annoyed glance to the sourcer who bent down beside you.

“Sweetheart, I don’t think you should fight us if this has you so exhausted.” Gojo cooed, brushing loose strands of hair from your eyes, “Think we’d break ya.”

Letting out a groan you rolled your head back as your eyes followed, offering a pout, “I’m only exhausted because you guys are purposely giving me grueling tasks, it’s like you’re trying to drain my energy.”

Gojo simply smiled down to you

“I’ve been training with my power my entire life, and it’s something I can do with or without the two of you,” You explained honestly as you picked your water bottle up and gave it a sip, “What I need to be learning is how to fight, especially with two mentors that come from different combatant backgrounds.”

“Listen, your academy head wasn’t exaggerating when she told you we have far beyond exceptional backgrounds,” Gojo spoke with a refreshing bit of sincerity in his tone, “It’s going to take you far more than a week of training to keep up with us one on one.”

Frowning, you sat up a bit and looked the sourcer in what you think were his eyes.

“You underestimate me sir, both of you.” You spoke sternly, Gojo blinking in surprise as you willingly used his honorific, “I demand that you let me take you on, I can handle it.”

“You can handle it, hm?” A coy voice spoke beside you, the sudden proximity making you gasp as Kakashi seemed to just appear before you, “You seem so sure of yourself princess.”

Once again, another gushy name that had your heart beating just a bit faster, you wished they would stop that. He claimed it was because you’re basically the princess of your clan, but you knew better. You knew exactly what they were doing.

“Plus, I don’t think I heard you say please. Not even once.” Gojo spoke, grin now on his face that had you groaning as you stood up.

“It’s not my job to say please, this isn’t an etiquette school. You're my mentors in combat training.” You huffed, folding your arms.

“And as your mentors, we can do whatever we want with you, and train you however we see fit. Do you understand?” Kakashi spoke sternly, your angry eyes now focused on him as he looked down to you, “Now I think we need to go back to the basics of proper manners-”

His final words had your eyes widening. For the first time, genuine rage coursed through your veins at the thought of having to backtrack your training. They could toy with you all they wanted, but they weren’t about to slow down your training just to prove a point.

“No.” You growled, loud and stern as your fists clenched at your sides.

The silence that echoed around the training grounds had your blood run cold. You had never told them no before, but at this point you didn’t care. You couldn’t just stand around and waste your time with two mentors who were only trying to get a rise out of you.

“No?” Gojo questioned cooly, your hairs rising as you could hear him standing up straight behind you.

“No.” You confirmed, glaring up to Kakashi now, “I don’t need either of your help, you claim I have an attitude, but you two are always dripping with arrogance. If you’re not going to give me real training, then I’m no longer wasting my time with you assholes. I’m done.”

Without giving them much time to react, you began to storm off. Not even giving a spare glance, you snatched up your bag, not caring that half your belongings were back in your room.

“Y/n, come back!” Kakashi shouted, and you could hear the anger dripping in his voice but you didn’t care.

Continuing to walk, you nearly made it to the doors until Kakashi used his body flicker technique to shift directly in front of you. The sight nearly makes you gasp as his singular eye looks down at you furiously.

“I said, come back.” Kakashi growled.

“Or what?” You snarled back, returning just as angry of a glare. You knew you were playing with fire, but you didn’t really care anymore. Call it recklessness, or even curiosity, you were just done playing nice.

Much to your surprise, your rebuttal had Kakashi seemingly shocked. His eyes widened a bit and his only response was silence. Looking him up and down, you noticed a bit of hesitancy in his posture, the sight making you smirk as you looked back into his eyes and stood on your toes to move close.

“What are you going to do, sir, hurt me?”

For once it was your turn to taunt him. Days of tension let out in a sentence as you smugly watched him struggle to react. You would be lying if you thought it wasn’t mildly refreshing.

Without so much as breathing, Kakashi snatched your bag from your hand and slammed it against the wall, the sound making you jump as it slid down to the ground. Before you could look back in his direction he used his flickering technique to disappear, his body returning beside Gojo as you spun around with wide eyes.

“Fine. Tomorrow, eight am sharp, you will face Gojo and myself in hand to hand combat. Understood?”

The coolness of his tone made you shiver, almost instinctively you felt every hair on your body raise as he spoke. Attempting to keep a strong demeanor, you just nodded, giving a quiet ‘yes sir’ before grabbing your bag and walking off to your room.

Gojo watched the scene with a whistle, a smug grin plastered on his face as Kakashi turned to him with hooded eyes.

“You win Satoru.” Kakashi hissed, the words even taking Gojo aback as he saw the intensity in the ninja’s expression.

“Tomorrow is the day we break her, and we’re not holding back.”

Anxiety riddled through your body the following morning.

It was a confusing feeling. You finally got what you wanted, but you also felt like you were set back by days of progress. The uneasy feeling began the moment you returned to your room after Kakashi’s outburst.

You wanted so badly to feel excited that you finally won, that you were finally going to start one on one combat with them tomorrow. But deep down you knew you didn’t truly win.

Instead of hearing chattering voices while you got dressed in your training attire, you were met with silence from the moment you rose to your alarm.

The eerie tranquility somehow got louder as you entered the shared kitchen, the small area devoid of any life like it usually was this time in the morning. Normally you would be ecstatic to be met with much needed solitude, but you couldn’t help the shiver that crawled up your spine when you realized this was most likely a punishment for your behavior yesterday.

Two sides of you argued in your mind as you opened the steel fridge to grab a bowl of overnight oats you had prepared for the week. While you didn’t want to regret your words and actions from the day before, you also wondered if you had taken it too far.

Honestly, they weren’t the worst mentors in the world. Up until this point they taught you how to maximize the endurance of your power, which was something you didn’t realize you struggled with till now.

With that said, the cheeky quips and smug expressions they provided during the training was a nightmare. You knew you weren’t one to normally mouth off to your superiors. As much as you hated to admit it, you were a teacher's pet.

Popping open the lid, you shoved a spoonful of the cold oats into your mouth as you furrowed your brows in thought. Maybe this is why you felt so torn the entire time… or perhaps why you felt so uneasy now? Your past proved that you hate to disappoint your superiors, but in the same sentence did you even respect them as your superiors?

Or is it because you felt something more when you were around them.

The very thought had you choking on the yogurt, your eyes beginning to water as you took a quick sip from a nearby glass before pausing over the marble counter.

What on earth were you thinking? Is this what had you acting out this entire week? Admittedly, you never had these… feelings around other people. The tight chest, quick heart beat, burning skin, or even the shiver that went up your spine anytime they praised your work.

It had to just be nerves… right?

Not the powerful presence they exuded, or the painfully handsome expressions they wore anytime they teased you, or the deep silky praises they awarded you every time you did something good.

You nearly jumped at your own reaction to your thoughts, your spoon slamming in the steel sink as you felt your cheeks grow so hot it felt like your head was going to explode.

“Get a damn grip Y/n…” You whispered harshly to yourself, quickly bottoming out the cold glass of water beside you before shaking your head.

There is no reason why you should feel anything other than confidence right now. Yesterday you stood your ground, and because of that they’re finally respecting your wishes. They can be angry all they want, but that doesn’t matter.

What matters is you proving your strength, acing this exam, and becoming the number one hero.

Inhaling sharply, you gave yourself a confident nod before cleaning out your bowl and heading out to the training grounds. Just as you expected, Gojo and Kakashi were already on the field conversing quietly to each other.

Maybe you really did yell some sense into them. Not only were they up and out before you, but they were dressed in actual training gear rather than their usual fancy uniforms.

Kakashi had a multitude of weapons on his uniform, many that struck your curiosity as you examined the many sharp metals. Gojo on the other hand, seemed to have nothing but himself. The sight made you a bit nervous, wondering what kind of power the sorcerer held.

Trying to reel back your curiosity, you prepared yourself for the onslaught of sly comments as you walked over to them and set your training bag down. Raising a brow, you glanced up to see that none of them had turned to you or even acknowledged your presence.

They halted their conversation, so they surely were aware of your arrival. Were they still mad?

“Um… good morning?” You spoke, though it was more a question as the two continued to gaze around the field as if mapping something out.

When you were met with more silence your brows furrowed, dread filling your body.

You hated the feeling, you shouldn’t feel any guilt over what happened yesterday, but you couldn’t help it. The thought of disappointing anyone above you made you feel sick.

Letting out a huff, you rolled your neck out a bit as you began to stretch before moving directly in front of them.

“Hello? Did you hear me?”

Kakashi refused to look down at you, his one dull gray eye holding no emotion as he examined the field some more, as if it were far more important than his only student before him. Meanwhile, Gojo had his head turned away from you.

“Oh come on, are you guys serious?” You groaned, placing your hands on your hips as your lips fell into a pout, “You can seriously be mad about yester-”

“Shut up.”

The words shot spikes of heat to your core, every part of your body seeming to be confused on how to react. In an instant your body froze as the deep voice rumbled the command without mercy.

Your eyes quickly shot over to striking blue ones, the sight almost making your knees buckle. Gojo had his mask off, his messy white hair surrounding his head but not daring to distract from his practically glowing eyes.

They were so bright and beautiful, yet so dark and almost cold. You couldn’t help the full body shiver as he looked at you like you were nothing, a mere obstacle.

You could barely hear your own thoughts as your body reacted. Palms twitching as your heart was beating so fast you swore the two of them could hear it. Surely your face was a deep scarlet red, but it didn’t seem to phase either of them. No snarky comment, or smug grin. Just cold indifference.

Gritting your teeth, you clenched your fists as you stubbornly kept your eyes locked with Gojo’s. Not like you had a choice, you almost thought you wouldn’t be able to look away.

“You can’t just talk to me like that.”

Just like that he was standing before you, your chests colliding as he looked down to you with a darkened expression.

“I can, and I will.” Gojo spoke coolly, his eyes narrowing before he stepped past you and beside Kakashi, “Now let’s get started.”

Now your chest was beating out of control, you had to grip your shirt as the two were out of sight just to get control of your breathing. What the hell was going on? Why were they acting like this? Why were you reacting like this?

Whipping your head around, you noticed them both walking onto the field together as they began to stretch as if preparing.

“Wait…” You mumbled, quickly trotting after them as you looked up to them with wide eyes, “I’m fighting you both at the same time?!”

Kakashi looked down at you, gaze expressionless, “You’re the chosen one, are you not? Time to prove it.”

Again, Kakashi’s sharp tone sent a wave of excitement through your body. All you could do was blink rapidly, not believing what you were hearing as the two stood like you were a mere helpless bunny before them. All you could do with the insanity was laugh, though it held no spite as you continued to laugh from the overwhelming nerves filling your system.

You had no idea what was going on. Why they both were giving you the cold shoulder, why you felt like your legs were going to give out at any second as your chest beat so loudly it’s all you could hear. So you just continued to laugh.

“Fine.” You mumbled as you turned around and walked further from them.

“Fine!” You exclaimed louder, turning around with a now crazed yet determined expression on your face, “I’ve been dying to shut you two up this entire week, be my guest!”

Expecting some sort of snarky response, you felt your face warm with what you assumed was embarrassment when you were met with silence, the two not even flinching as you entered a defensive position.

You had to be smart about this. Even throughout this week’s training, you still had no idea what their skills or powers entailed, and they knew that. Clearly the game wasn’t over, if anything it had just begun. Whatever rude act they were putting on was clearly to get a rise out of you, to distract you.

Yeah, that’s all it was. And you didn’t care at all, not in the slightest. This was all a test, and you were going to win.

Though your eyes stilled on Gojo, your first target is Kakashi.

Even if you were to go after Gojo, Kakashi clearly has long range weapons that he could strike you with while you were distracted. You needed to separate those from him quickly.

Surrounding the field were drains of water, the same ones you utilized during your training this week. They most likely opened them up so you could use the element during your weekly training and final exam.

Lifting one arm, you allowed a stream to come to you and wrap around your upper body like a new set of arms. Not wasting time, you ran full speed ahead towards Gojo with your arms behind you so he couldn’t predict your next move.

A tick of anger rang in your head when you noticed neither of them making any big advances to defend themselves. Clearly they assumed they were much better than you, but you were here to prove them wrong.

Deciding to test their skills, you threw a simple punch to Gojo, a stream of water following your fist with an aim for his chest. You knew he would counter easily, but what you didn’t expect was for him to evaporate into thin air.

Your eyes widened as he disappeared, looking around the field only to find him completely vanished. You glanced to Kakashi with wide eyes, but he simply looked down at you with that same indifferent stare. Although if you squinted, you would see a hint of amusement in his eyes.

“The hell…” You mumbled, looking around as you retracted the water back to your arms, only for the hair on your arms to rise when you felt a warm breath tickle against your ear.

“Lookin for someone?”

A gasp escaped your lips as your entire body shivered, cheeks growing warm as you grit your teeth, wasting no time to investigate before swining your arm around in hopes to hit him with the bone of your wrist, only to feel more agitated as you collided with nothing but air.

“Show yourself!” You growled, fists clenching as you looked to the skies to see if he was above you.

Without another word you felt a palm make contact with your spine, and though the hit itself wasn’t powerful, the strong gust of air that followed was as you were knocked forward and down to your knees.

A pained gasp left your lips as you felt your lungs seize up from the force of the wind, but your body couldn’t recover much before a large foot dug into your back and forced you on the ground.

For a minute you swore you blacked out, your head ringing as all you could feel were the spiky locks of turf that smushed against your cheek. Spite alone may have been the only thing to snap you back to reality as you heard a hearty laugh from above you.

“I figured the Chosen One would’ve lasted a bit longer, don’t you think?” Gojo sneered, Kakashi tutting his lips in response as Gojo bent down closer to you with his foot still digging into your back.

“Maybe I should go a bit slower, don’t want to overwhelm that little brain of hers. Make her go dumb.” Gojo continued as his firm hand gripped your chin, forcing you to painfully look up to Gojo even in your awkward position, “Or would you like that?”

Frustrated pants escaped your lips as you felt more heat delve to your core, your body squirming in his hold as your mind raced with his insinuations. He surely didn’t mean what he was implying right? He was just trying to get in your head. Luckily, your plan was still on track.

Gritting your teeth, you trying to jerk up beneath his hold as you looked at him through the corner of your eye, “Don’t underestimate me.”

For the first time today Gojo just barely smiled, though it had a malicious intent as he narrowed his eyes at you.

“And why shouldn’t I?”

“Because you arrogant assholes fell for my trap.” You said with a grin, and as if music to your ears you heard curses spill from the ninja behind you.

Both you and Gojo glanced up to see Kakashi struggling to move as ice encased his legs and was spreading up his chest.

“I wouldn’t touch those weapons if I were you sir.” You spoke, making sure to spit the final honorific, “They are nearing the temperature of dry ice, which is about… well you boys are smart. I’ll let you figure that one out.”

The ninja watched as the metal weapons on his belt turned a bright white color, the cool temperature of the water encasing them making it hiss and pop.

“As for you…” You spoke, grinning as the sourcer above you looked down to you with wide blue eyes, “I honestly don’t know your power, but I have a feeling it has to do with those brilliant blue orbs of yours.”

Since you knew the man was fast, you needed to react fast. The only plan you had was working so far, so you needed to take advantage of it. Especially since their little plan of distracting you was working.

Swirling your tongue around your mouth, you spit onto the grass before your fingers rose from your sides and flicked the liquid into the man’s eyes before you.

Either it made direct contact, or close enough because Gojo immediately stumbled backwards as his hands moved to his eyes, colorful words escaping his lips. As much as you wanted to point and laugh, you had to fight the nerve as you saw Kakashi quickly remove his vest and belt filled with the freezing weapons.

You definitely couldn’t underestimate him, but he would at least be an easier challenge without all of those sharp weapons at hand.

“That was clever Y/n.” Kakashi spoke coolly, his genuine praise making your heart skip a beat. Quickly pushing the feeling down, you nodded before sprinting towards the ninja, refraining from lifting any water until you could identify his fighting style.

Throwing a simple punch, your eyes widened when he similarly teleported away. Like Gojo his speed was unmatched, but you knew his teleportation wasn’t as mysterious as Gojo’s. He had to go from point A to point B, unlike the sourcer’s technique.

Spinning around you just barely ducked in time as a quick punch was thrown at your face. Without time to think, his leg swiped beneath you causing you to fall straight on your back. Once again you barely rolled away before his foot stomped against your face.

“Shit.” You hissed, rocking your lower half up and wrapping your legs around his arm before tugging him down with all your weight forcing you to roll back up on your knees as you knelt on top of him.

“Too rough for you sweetheart?” Kakashi spoke with a grin, your eyes widening as the pet name returned even in his compromising position, “You seemed like the type to enjoy it.”

Immediately your eyes were batting in surprise, that same stupidly painful feeling coiling in your stomach. Before you could open your mouth, you heard a low chuckle at your side before a knee collided with the side of your body with such force it evoked bile to spill from your lips as you flew off of Kakashi and crashed on your side, not without a few bumps on the ground.

The pain was unlike anything you had ever felt, your body aching as you used your lower arm to raise yourself up weakly in between coughs. But even with that pain, it wasn’t enough to silence the overwhelming pleasure that was building up inside of you. The excitement and heat coursing through your veins nearly made you sick.

Even in your weakened state, you knew they were going easy on you. They both were far too quick to be dragging the fight along for this long.

It’s almost like they were seeing just how much you could take. But why?

“Good girls don’t spit on their masters.” Gojo growled, the bold name making your knees lock as it took you by surprise, your wide eyes looking up only to lock with his own. There was almost a crazed look in his eye, one of them looking a bit bloodshot most likely from your attack, while his lips were blown into a wide grin.

“Looks like I should’ve spit more.” You snarled back, immediately regretting your words as he rushed to you in nearly an instant.

Making a last minute call, you immediately dropped down to your back again, allowing Gojo to jump over you rather than into you before you raised your arms up and allowed the drain water to surround Gojo’s head before your fists clenched.

Suddenly the water froze, causing him to fall frozen head first against the ground.

“That.. should buy me some time.” You coughed out, though you couldn’t feel relief just yet as you heard quick footsteps towards you.

After going hand to hand with Kakashi, you knew close range fighting would be an automatic loss with him. You needed to keep him as far away as possible.

Lifting your arms once more, you let out a shout as you used up more power than normal to lift a large stream of water above you. While your plan was to fully crash it down on the ninja in hopes of washing him out, your movements hesitated when you saw him lift up his mask.

Even from far away, the glowing red eye that shined beside his dull gray one was bright enough to send shock through your body. Soon after, his hands began to form into rapid signs, the movements so quick you couldn’t even make each one out.

Furrowing your brows, you launched your hands down anyway before you got the chance to see what his hand signs were actually doing. Bending over, you placed your hands on your knees as you allowed yourself to take a few deep breaths from the overexertion of power used.

Just a small sliver of hope filled your chest until you heard the sound of water freezing up fill your ears. Looking up, your eyes widened as your stream of water crashed into a near identical stream of water before freezing into a large sculpture like glacier of ice.

Running around the large ice structure, you blinked in confusion as Kakashi came from the source. His red eye followed your every movement, wide and focused, while somehow his regular gray one seemed amused.

“Why don’t you try again?” Kakashi taunted, not making any movements.

Growing agitated, you lifted your arms up, but quicker this time and sent a smaller, sharper stream of water directly for his chest. Only as it was supposed to make contact with him, an identical stream headed towards you and made contact with your chest, causing you to stumble back with a grunt.

“How the… how the hell are you doing that?” You shouted, fists clenching as your water danced around Kakashi almost as if he were in control of it.

Admittedly, you went into this fight not knowing the full extent of their power, but you knew for a fact he had no elemental control of water. This had to be some other strange power.

Ready to shoot another stream of water, you felt your arm loosen at the lack of presence of the element. Blinking you looked around and attempted to lift the water up again, only to find no movement.

“You won’t always have water in your battles, princess.” Gojo purred from behind you, his sudden voice shocking you again as you felt his hand wrap around your throat.

“We emptied the water drains halfway today, wanted to see how skilled you are without that little power of yours,” Kakashi spoke, your eyes widening as he somehow appeared from behind you.

Though he didn’t seem threatened by you, his mask was still raised as his gray and red eye narrowed on you, “Seeing as you kept your distance from us the entire fight, electing to use water as your main defense, I’m going to declare this fight over.”

Furrowing your brows you attempted to lunge at him, only for you to be reminded of the strong hand around your neck, Gojo only squeezing tighter as you attempted to get away.

“This fight isn’t over!” You shouted, though it came out more as a choked gasp as you clawed at the palm squeezing you.

Kakashi glanced back at the man behind you, nodding his head before you felt Gojo’s hand let you go. Sure not to waste a second, you lunged at Kakashi only for him to teleport behind you in seconds.

Both of your wrists were grabbed in one of his palms before he kicked the backs of your knees forcing you to the ground with your face back into the turf once more.

“This fight is over.” Gojo confirmed, pulling his mask from his pocket and tying it over his eyes.

Suddenly you saw red, anger seeping through your blood as you began to kick and squirm beneath Kakashi’s tight hold.

“No! Get over here, I’m not finished!”

Suddenly Kakashi’s elbow dug into your spine, his grip on your wrists growing tighter, “Submit, Y/n.”

Gritting your teeth, you continued to jerk around until you felt his knee dig into your crotch. Eyes widening you let out a gasp, your cheeks flushing at the compromising position. Each jerk you made only made your bundle of nerves shoot tingles throughout your entire body.

Shivering you felt yourself grow weaker as you tried your best to lift your upper half, only to feel cold hands harshly grip your cheeks, Gojo’s half masked eyes looking down to you.

“Submit.”

You hated this. You hated every second of it. You hated how it wasn’t the pain aching through your body that made you want to quit, it was the aching pleasure that was shooting through every part of you. From the start to the end of this fight, you knew you were at a loss. Your mind too scrambled to even focus.

Feeling Gojo’s fingers squeeze tighter around your cheeks, you finally let out a defeated exhale as you relaxed in their hold.

“Fine, I give up.”

Finally they released you, your body going limp on the grass before you weekly moved to your knees, your face refusing to look up at them as your nails dug into the grass. All you could think about is how empty you felt when their bodies moved away from you. You hated it. Hated this feeling. Hated all of it.

But you hated even more the familiar words Kakashi cooed to you yesterday. The same words that sent spikes of heat to your chest.

“Good girl.”

Mania flooded your head as you sat on the toilet lid, head buried in your hands. Your brain was running a mile a minute, and somehow the fight you just terribly lost was the last thing on your mind.

No, what was on your mind was them. Both of them.

First they gave you the cold shoulder, then they practically toyed with you the entire fight. Did they know that their actions were getting to you? Did they see the attraction in your eyes the first day you laid eyes on them, and now they were just taking advantage of it.

Gritting your teeth, you jumped up from the lid and slammed your palm on the marble counter of the bathroom as your breathing grew heavy.

Now that you’re really thinking about it, some of their touches were a bit… promiscuous. Just Kakashi’s knee digging into your core today when he had you pinned down, that wasn’t a training tactic was it?

Or the way he said, “Good girl”.

Those velvety words ringing in your ears made your breath hitch as you quickly turned the cold water knob from the sink and began cupping the cool liquid in your hands, splashing it across your face.

This was ridiculous, all of it. Clearly you were letting your emotions get the better of you, again. No wonder they didn’t take you seriously, you were like a schoolgirl with crushes. It would be ridiculous to assume they were trying to make advances towards you.

They were simply two smug, and apparently skilled, mentors that were trying to annoy you. Yeah… most likely because of your family and status. That’s all… that’s all it is…

“Good girl.”

The words practically echoed so loudly through your head again, you thought the white haired ninja was in the room with you. A squeak left your lips as you jolted your head to the door, only to see it had been closed the entire time.

“Shit… get a grip Y/n…” You muttered to yourself, using your power to remove the droplets of water dripping off your face and dumping it in the sink.

Not wanting to listen to your thoughts any longer, you storm out of the bathroom, hoping to come up with a plan to confront your two mentors while cooking some well deserved dinner.

The minute you turned the corner, your eyes widened to see the two men already in the kitchen. A silver pan was bubbling on the stove while they leaned against the tall marble counter, their eyes falling on you with those same indifferent expressions they wore during the fight.

Those same expressions that nearly drove you crazy. If this was going to distract you from your training, then you needed to address it now.

“Look,” You shouted, though you hated how your voice cracked as you kept your eyes glued to the floor, “I don’t know why you guys are so upset with me right now, but you have no right to be! I’ve been the one working my ass off all week trying to do my best, but you two have made it impossible!”

Though you kept your eyes trained on the floor, the teachers looked to each other with knowing expressions as their lips began to quiver upwards.

“Clearly I underestimated you guys, I’ll admit that. But I refuse to take any blame for being the bad guy here, you have no reason to be mad at me!”

The minute you uttered the final word, you thought you would drown in the silence. Your eyes still trained to the floor as you felt your fists begin to tremble at your sides. Since when did they have this much control over you?

From the start you made it clear that they meant nothing to you, hell you didn’t even have respect for them till your fight today. So how could they get you so worked up, while somehow doing nothing at all?

You felt tears rimming at your lashes as more silence filled your ears, about to open your mouth again until Kakashi finally spoke up.

“Who said we were mad at you?”

Blinking, you whipped your head up as you furrowed your brows. A blush rose to your cheeks when you saw both men looking at you with a hint of amusement in their expressions.

“W..Well I… You guys were…”

Gojo’s slow movements had your words pause as he grabbed your cheek and looked down to you, a facade of pity in his eyes.

“Sweetheart you’re a bit tense, what’s on your mind?”

His touch, as always, sent waves of heat to your core. His words almost made you quiver away as you bit down the whimper that was threatening to escape your lips.

“None of your damn business.” You warbled out stubbornly, quickly smacking his hand away in an effort to get further from him as you made your move to walk around him.

Without even a second step, his hand gripped your forearm tightly, forcing you to spin around as he pulled his mask down, those cold blue eyes now searching yours once again.

“I thought you said you submit?” Gojo questioned simply,

Freezing, you felt your blood run cold. You weren’t sure if it was the cool air from the kitchen or the words he spoke, but you felt goosebumps run along your skin as you whipped your head to him. An unreadable expression on his face.

“I meant I submit to losing the fight, not to…”

“To what?”

The persistent question took the air straight from your lungs, your body quivering in his hold as you backed up until you collided with a firm chest, your head whipping around to see Kakashi looking down to you, both of his mismatched eyes searching your own.

“What is it that you refuse to submit to Y/n?” Kakashi spoke, voice as smooth as satin as his hand moved to your jawline, forcing you to look up at him from over your shoulder.

Between his warm hands and a new pair of large ones grabbing your waist tightly, you thought you were going to pass out.

“Tell us what you want princess.” Gojo’s voice hummed, his timber tone making you shiver as you turned your head back to him. The name alone made your legs turn into jelly as your brows furrowed together, eyes widely searching anywhere on his face to avoid those inquisitive blue eyes.

“I… I want…” Your words struggled to escape your lips, your mind scrambled as your senses exploded with every touch. Kakashi gripping your shoulders and tugging you against his chest, Gojo’s fingers digging into the fat of your hips.

Gojo and Kakashi gave each other knowing looks as they watched you fall apart, ghosts of a smirk on each of their lips as they watched the brilliant plan unfold so beautifully.

“What? Use your words darling.” Kakashi spoke into your neck. You could tell his lips were just ghost above your skin when you felt his hot breath dance against your neck.

There was nothing you could do anymore. It’s like the last string of sanity snapped within you as a drawn out whine escaped your lips, your glossy eyes looking up to Gojo with need.

Gojo felt his heart race at the sight. It wasn’t the first time you had looked at him with such want, but this time it wasn’t shielded by walls and walls of mental blockage. Now it was just raw, naked desperation.

Much to both of their surprise, you launched yourself at Gojo, practically climbing onto him as you smashed your lips against his own. The groan that Gojo let out was primal, your lips feeling just as soft as he imagined.

As much as he wanted to shove his tongue down your throat till he couldn’t breath, they both still needed your verbal confirmation. It wasn’t negotiable.

Pulling away, your lips followed after his own with a pout until you felt Gojo’s cold hands harshly grip your cheeks, forcing your lips to puff out.

“Kakashi told you to use your fucking words, what do you want?”

Gojo adored the way your eyes widened a bit, your plumped up lips pursing as you clearly didn’t want to say it out loud. But that only inspired the sourcer even more.

“Need you, need you both. Want you both s’bad. Just please.” You whined, fingers digging into his shoulders as you squeezed your eyes shut, most likely in embarrassment.

Gojo and Kakashi knew the moment was inevitable, but they didn’t quite expect you to be so pliant. So needy.

Smirking, Gojo gave Kakashi a nod and fully lifted you in his arms, letting your legs wrap around his torso as he smashed his lips back against yours. Kakashi swiftly shut off the stove top before following after the two of you as Gojo walked down the hall.

None of this you noticed of course, not when Gojo was nipping at your lips in an attempt to pry those pretty lips open for his impatient tongue. One particular bite had you gasping, your lips allowing entry for his tongue to wrap around your own.

Somehow his kiss alone was drawing mewls from your throat as you gripped onto his shirt like a lifeline, your face growing red with emotion and lack of breath.

Gojo picked up on this and released your lips for a few seconds, letting you pant as he sneered down to you.

“About time you gave in, could sense your slutty little desperation all week.”

His words sent heat to your chest as your head shot up to look at him with bewildered eyes, “Y..You… You knew about that?”

A new hand grabbing your chin and pulling your face over Gojo’s shoulder made you gasp, Kakashi smugly looking at your adorable shock.

“Of course we did, we just needed to wait for that thick resolve of yours to break.” The ninja spoke, his words making your cheeks grow shades darker until you felt yourself being dropped on the ground.

It was then you realized you must have been in their room, two queen size beds inhabiting the space. Just as you were about to climb on one of them, you felt a pair of strong arms tug you back by your waist.

“Nah ah ah, you didn’t just think we would forget about all of your disobedience this week. Did you?” Kakashi spoke almost gently as you watched Gojo head for the edge of the bed.

“D..Disobedience?” You muttered, mind too hazy to conceptualize what was happening as you noticed Gojo begin to unbutton cuffs of his sleeve as he rolled them up.

“Oh save us the trouble darling, we haven’t even fucked that pretty little head stupid yet,” Kakashi sneered, his hand digging into the small of your back as he led you to the bed.

“Five times this week you went against our orders.” Kakashi continued, enjoying your silence as he sat beside Gojo and began unbuttoning his own sleeve, “And since we’re old geezers, we thought of a very special… old fashioned, punishment.”

Your lashes fluttered at these words, your cheeks growing hot as you stood before the two men, watching them surely prepare for whatever “punishment” they had in mind.

“Punishment?” You questioned again, lip slightly quivering as you furrowed your brows, “Was kicking my ass on the field not enough-”

“Six.” Gojo growled, though his teeth were bared in a devilish grin as his palms flexed in his lap.

“Six?” You questioned once again, growing more agitated till your eyes widened in realization, “Wait hey! That doesn’t count! I’m literally just asking a question-”

“Seven.” Kakashi chuckled, the two exchanging a glance before he looked back at you clearly amused, “Take your clothes off, but leave your undergarments on.”

Your mouth fell in shock, ready to argue back until you realized it would only prolong whatever punishment they were preparing. Feeling your cheeks blush, you turned slightly away from them as you began to pull your shirt over your head until Gojo clicked his tongue.

“Nah ah ah sweet girl, face us.”

Whipping your head back, you felt like you could pass out of embarrassment as they both eyed you like predators toying with their prey, “B..But…”

“Eight.”

The look on Gojo’s face was almost animalistic, his eyes trained on your own as if daring you to utter another word. Kakashi’s expression was more laid back, but excitement was evident in his features.

Though your lip instinctively fell out in a pout, you slowly took your shirt and shorts off, kicking them to the side before wrapping an arm around your torso.

“Lay over our knees.” Kakashi instructed calmly, his large palm smacking on both his and Gojo’s thighs. Dots began to connect as you felt a dry string of saliva slide down your throat, your toes padding against the hardwood until you stood before the two.

Though hesitant, you crawled on their laps, your head ready to rest on Gojo’s outer thigh until you felt cool fingers grip your chin and force you to look up in an uncomfortable position.

“Now because you disobeyed us eight times, and there’s two of us here, you will receive sixteen spanks. Alright?” Kakashi explained, almost as if it were just another training session.

You opened your mouth to rebuttal, but Gojo’s grip on your jaw tightened forcing you to look up to his crazed eyes, “You will count each smack, and if you fail to do so, we restart.”

A whimper drew from your lips as you nodded your head, Gojo nodding over to Kakashi who let out a sigh. The feeling of his warm palm rubbing your ass cheek made you hum quietly, your hips shaking at the feeling until a harsh smack landed on your right cheek.

Shock mixed with pleasure and pain surged through your veins as a shriek escaped your lips, your body jolting forwards as you twitched at the feeling. Your eyes squeezed shut as you clenched at Gojo’s pants, but you didn’t get much time to recover as you heard his smug voice speak.

“Maybe she really is just stupid.” Gojo spoke simply, your eyes widening up to him to see his cold gaze on you, “Can you even count to ten, chosen one?”

The name made your cheeks flush in embarrassment, head shaking as your lips began to quiver.

“N..No! One.. One!”

“Sorry sweetheart, doesn’t count.” Kakashi spoke in feigned compassion before landing another harsh smack on your ass. Though you shrieked in surprise once again, your lips quickly moved.

“One!”

“Atta girl.” Gojo spoke, eyes sparkling in excitement before his own hand landed on your other cheek. His palm was quicker, but stung more as you cried out, tears brimming at your lashes as you squeezed them shut.

“Two!”

Not expecting another tug, a whimper broke from your lips as Gojo growled down to you and jerked your head up in a nearly impossible position, “Don’t you dare fucking look away, eyes on me or we restart again.”

Pinching your lips together, you nodded quickly as tears streamed down your face. You think you heard Kakashi chuckle and mutter something about “being nicer”, but not much could be heard with the ringing in your ears as another smack landed on your cheek.

Somehow you had made it till the end, your eyes struggling to stay open as crystalline tears flooded from your wet lashes, your cunt similar in texture as it clenched around nothing with each unforgiving slap.

“See, knew you were a good girl.” Kakashi cooed, his warm palm rubbing at your swollen cheeks as they both admired the harsh red marks blistering on your smooth skin.

Suddenly your head was being gently pulled back by your hair as your eyes lazily fell on Gojo who was grinning down to you, “Speak for yourself, I don’t think we got all that attitude out yet.”

Your brows weakly furrowed in offense to his words, but you didn’t have much time to process before you were being lifted up and placed at the back end of the bed, your head resting against the pillows.

“Let’s at least give her a small break, she’s doing good so far.” Kakashi spoke, crawling onto the right side of you as he leaned down and placed slow kisses on your lips. Unlike Gojo, his kiss was more controlled but deep. He didn’t need to do anything at all for your mouth to submissively open and let him explore.

A whimper escaped your lips, your mind appreciating the small break as your arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer.

“See, you’re such a sweet girl. Why were you giving us such a hard time this week?” Kakashi purred, his lidded eyes focused on your flushed face as he continued to trace warm slow kisses down your neck, “Must’ve been hard trying to fight what your little pussy has been craving all this time, hm?”

All you could do was mewl at his words, the feeling of his lips nearing just above your breast practically making you dizzy. It wasn’t until you felt a thick finger rub against your clothed core that you felt your eyes shoot open, embarrassingly alert.

“Think the slut was doing it on purpose so we would punish her,” Gojo sneered, your eyes widened as you noticed his body was hovering over your lower half, “Her cunt is already sopping wet.”

Even Kakashi’s eyes widened at this before he looked up to you with a smirk that matched Gojo’s own mischievous one, “Oh? Did you enjoy getting spanked for being a naughty girl?”

The feeling of both of their eyes was too much, you wanted to bury your face in your hands but you already knew they would just hold them down. Just as you were about to open your mouth to say something, anything, your words were cut off with a moan as Gojo stroked his thumb against your clothed cunt again, your back arching up with the sound.

“Someone is sensitive.” Kakashi hummed in amusement.

“Has nobody ever touched you before, princess?” Gojo questioned with a sneer, the question rhetorical as he thought knew the answer, he was just trying to get you even more worked up at this point.

“N..No…” You muttered, eyes watering once again in embarrassment as both men looked at you with wide eyes. Their expressions molded into genuine shock, then to something downright carnal as they searched your face, almost as if trying to detect if you were lying.

“You’ve never been touched before Y/n?” Kakashi asked, his tone deathly serious as he sat up a bit and looked down at you.

Furrowing your brows at their reaction, you slowly shook your head no, too nervous to speak. Admittedly, you have always been too busy to have partners, let alone sexual partners. It’s not that you didn’t have thoughts, or that you hadn’t acted on them sometimes, but you just never had that strong of attraction to pursue someone while focusing on your training.

“Have you ever touched yourself?” Gojo questioned, tone just as curious though a hint of excitement as he looked up at you from below your legs.

The familiar heat rushed to your cheeks as you felt their possessive eyes on you, not sure whether to feel embarrassed or excited.

“..No.”

“Fuck.” Kakashi groaned, his head buried in his hand now as you felt Gojo clench both of your thighs.

“You ever make yourself cum pretty girl?” Gojo questioned, though his eyes were now on your fluttering cunt as he stared at it with hunger.

“I..I don’t really know.” You whispered, genuine in response with your lack of experience.

Gojo’s eyes were practically glazed over as Kakashi grunted at your words, his fingers now playing with the clips of your bra as he struggled to remove it.

“So fuckin easy.” Gojo muttered, his fingers now working to remove your underwear. You lifted your hips up a bit to help him, but he decided to snap the thin fabric in half instead.

Just the smell of you had his eyes rolling back, your pussy already glistening in juices as it clenched around the cold air suddenly hitting it.

Without much of a warning, Gojo plunged one of his fingers in you, and the sight of your face nearly made him cum on the spot. You practically saw stars at the sudden intrusion, his finger feeling like nothing you’ve ever felt before as your back arched up into nothing.

“Bigger than your pathetic little fingers, ain’t it?” Gojo snickered, his finger pulling out slightly before jamming back inside, “Poor baby couldn’t even get herself off, no wonder you’ve been such a needy little slut. You needed us.”

Even if you wanted to reply, your breath was entirely stolen from you as you felt a warm tongue swirl around your tit, the sudden stimulation making you gasp as you gripped at the sheets beside you.

“Pretty fucking tits.” Kakashi groaned, his other hand palming your free tit as he sucked on the other.

Gojo chuckled at this, now at two fingers as he scissors them in your tight cunt. The feeling practically has you screaming, your eyes squeezed shut as pleasure began to build inside you.

“Pretty pussy too,” Gojo hums, his fingers pulling out slowly making you mewl as he lowered to his elbows, “Bet it tastes just as sweet as her.”

Before your brain could process what he said, a sharp moan was pulled from your lips as his tongue licked a slow stripe up your dripping cunt. The groan Gojo made was sinful as his grip on your thighs tightened enough to leave bruises.

“G..Gojo!” You cried, his name the only thing you could mutter as you felt him lap at your juices quicker now, almost desperately while ignoring the effect it had on you.

“Feel good baby?” Kakashi hummed, a pleased grin on his face as his lips moved to your other tit, though his eyes remained on your adorable scrunched up expression.

“Yes! Oh yes.” You cried, your fingers moving to grip at his hair, tugging anytime Gojo sucked a bit too hard on your clit.

“Can feel you clenching needy girl, you feel that?” Gojo cooed, pulling away from your twitching pussy as he replaced his mouth with his fingers, using two to enter while his thumb rubbed at your clit.

“Mhm, feel it Gojo feel it!” You all but cried as your body twitched in his hold, “Need it, please! Need!”

Gojo smirked at your words, his thumb moving quicker as he saw your eyes glaze over in pleasure. With the way your cunt clenched around his fingers, and your body trembled in his hold, it was only a matter of time before…

Suddenly the sharp coil in your stomach ached until it vanished, your pussy met with the cold air of the room as you felt Gojo’s fingers disappear.

Your eyes shot open as you looked down to Gojo, his eyes staring in what looked like pride at your aching cunt before they looked up to you with mischief.

“Gojo… I didn’t… you didn’t- mmph!”

Without letting you finish your warbled sentence, the sourcer shoved his fingers in your mouth, the taste of your juices on his finger making you moan as your eyes fluttered shut and you swirled your tongue around his fingers.

“That wasn’t very nice.” Kakashi commented, though a smirk was evident on his lips as Gojo kept his eyes on you.

“I… I didn’t cum!” You struggled to whine, as Gojo kept his fingers in your mouth while Gojo smirked down to you with feigned pity in his eyes.

“Why.. What are you doing? I..I’m almost there, please!” You cried, tears spilling from your lashes as you looked up to him with desperation.

“Need to be more patient baby, we went over this on day one.” Gojo cooed, his fingers dipping deeper into your mouth until they practically touched the back of your throat, making you gag.

Though you struggled to keep your eyes open, you couldn’t fight the frustration and anger that built up inside. You had never felt that level of pleasure in your entire life. It was like all your senses were crying in unison, begging to be released and he just stopped.

Had they not already punished you? Were they just going to toy with you the whole time?

Furrowing your brows, you bit down on Gojo’s fingers, resulting in him snatching them out of your mouth as they both looked at you with shock in their eyes.

“No!” You growled, eyes clearly frustrated as your legs tried to rub together, needing any type of friction.

Both men stared at you for a few seconds, bewilderment written all over their expressions before they looked to each other almost as if deciding what to do with you.

“I think we need to wipe that word from your vocabulary darling.” Kakashi hissed, eyes slowly glaring down to you until you both jumped at the sound of a loud clap.

“No no!” Gojo spoke, his voice laced with excitement that made goosebumps rise along your skin as he looked to you with a deranged look in his eye, “We’ll give the princess what she wants!”

Everything about this felt like a trap. So much so that even Kakashi seemed confused. As much as you wanted to think you had finally convinced Gojo to take you seriously, a small part of you knew better.

Not allowing you much time to think on it, a shriek left your lips as Gojo grabbed you by the waist and snatched your hips up until your lower half was resting against his chest.

Without much of a warning, two of his fingers dipped into you and set a brutal pace, the sudden intrusion making you gasp as you gripped at the sheets.

Unlike last time, your high came much quicker as his thumb rubbed aggressively against your clit. Within seconds you felt that tight coil swirl into your stomach until it snapped just as quick as it came, a scream escaping your lips as you felt your eyes roll into the back of your head.

Suddenly everything just felt nice. Euphoria, you supposed one would call it. Your body slumped against his chest as a lazy smile formed on your lips, your eyes looking over to see Kakashi already looking down to you with a strangely sympathetic look in his eye.

And just like that, you felt Gojo’s fingers enter you again. The feeling made you jolt up as you looked up to see Gojo’s eyes fixed on your cunt.

“W..Wait! That’s too much Gojo, not ready-”

“Shut up brat.” Gojo snarled, his cool blue eyes glaring down at your own making your lips pinch together as you looked up to him with wide eyes.

Just like before, you felt that tight feeling in your stomach expand until it let go, your body convulsing in his arms as you screamed out and gripped onto Kakashi for any type of stability.

“A..Alright, no more…” You whimpered, body still twitching until you felt a tongue lick up your cunt, your body shooting up as you looked up to Gojo with bewildered eyes.

“G..Gojo!”

“Is this not what you wanted?” Kakashi hummed from beside you, his fingers sliding along your jaw to lean your face towards him, “You should feel lucky he’s even entertaining your request after you so rudely disobeyed him.”

Kakashi’s words slowly turned to mush as you felt your face grow lifeless in his hands. All you felt was that tight build up of pleasure building in your stomach, the same one you’ve felt nearly five times now before it was let out.

Tears streamed down your face as you cried and screamed, whimpers and pleads for Gojo to stop babbling from your throat as you struggled to stay focused.

“Still don’t have any fucking manners?” Gojo snapped, his fingers gripping your cheeks and snatching your head up to meet his eyes, “You practically begged to cum like a bratty little slut a few minutes ago, can’t even say thank you to me?”

Both men knew you could barely speak, your eyes lidded as pathetic pants blew from your lips.

“Tha..Thank y..you…” You whimpered, hands wrapping around Gojo’s wrist desperately as you gave him pleading glossy eyes, “T..Thank G..Gojo, s..so good!”

The two looked at you as you sobbed in Gojo’s hold, your pathetic cries going straight to their cocks as they watched you fall apart so easily for them.

“Look at you being so polite,” Kakashi hummed with a smile, his hand brushing all of the stray hairs from your face while his thumb wiped at some drool spilling from your mouth, “All fucked out from just his fingers, hm?”

Between your aching cunt and their condescending tones, you felt yourself begin to sob as you clenched on to both of their arms.

“Awe, we made her cry, we’re such bad teachers.” Kakashi cooed, voice dripping in sarcasm as he lifted you up from your awkward position and held you against his chest.

Gojo chuckled, wiping your juices from his lips as he smirked down to you, massaging circles into your legs, “Knew we could tame our bratty little student into submission, just had to get a little rough. Yeah?”

“Good think we’re patient teachers, right?” Kakashi spoke from behind you, his lips trailing up your neck as he moved them close to your ear, “We’re good teachers, aren’t we Y/n?”

All you could do was nod lazily as you whined with each touch against your skin, your body shivering as Kakashi’s warm breath danced across your skin.

“Y..Yes sir.” You whimpered, struggling to shift in his lap as you turned to face him, your fingers fidgeting with the buttons of Kakashi’s shirt clearly uncoordinated, “Want this off.”

The formal nickname took them both by surprise, each little mannerism of your new fucked out state making their pants even tighter as they watched you turn into their desperate little slut for them.

“How could I deny such a polite request?” Kakashi spoke with a smirk, his arms lifting you up and placing you in Gojo’s lap as he began to unbutton his shirt. Leaning your head back, you placed sloppy kisses on Gojo’s neck as you tugged at his shirt.

“Yours too.”

Gojo groaned at your needy voice, the pathetic kisses were leaving across his skin making him want to slam you against the mattress and fuck you stupid.

Kakashi seemed to notice the somewhat feral look in Gojo’s eyes as he tossed his shirt at the sourcer’s face, snatching you from his arms and laying you against the pillows.

“You think I’m going to let you fuck her first after you had all that fun tormenting her?” Kakashi sneered, enjoying the way Gojo’s eye twitched as he tore his shirt from his face and threw it on the floor.

“Fine, I’ll just fill up her other side.” Gojo snapped, beginning to unbutton his pants until Kakashi clicked his tongue.

“Like hell are you touching her ass you damned sadist, it’s her first time. That’s too much”

Gojo rolled his eyes and crawled off the edge of the bed, “Wasn’t talking about her ass dipshit.”

Their arguing came to a halt when a needy moan drew from your lips, your body lifting as you crawled onto all fours, “Need one of you inside me, please.”

Kakasi groaned at this, wordlessly moving behind you as he pressed your upper half down into the mattress.

“Gonna take it slow, alright princess?” Kakashi spoke with a refreshing seriousness in his tone.

Inhaling deeply, you nodded and mumbled a yes as you gripped onto the sheets beneath you. Much to your surprise, you felt a pair of hands grip your own. Looking up you saw Gojo with a genuine smile on his face as he knelt down beside the bed.

Offering a small smile of your own, your breath suddenly hitched as the head of Kakashi’s cock slid against the lips of your pussy. Just as promised, you felt the large mass enter your cunt slowly. This was on another level compared to Gojo’s fingers, and though he went slow, it still felt overwhelming as a breathless cry escaped your lips.

“Doing so good sweet girl,” Gojo hummed, allowing you to dig your nails into his hands as Kakashi bottomed out.

“Fuck, you’re so damn tight princess.” Kakashi groaned, his eyes squeezing shut as he gripped at your swollen ass to keep himself from ravaging you completely.

After a few seconds, you felt the uncomfortness start to fade, the feeling growing stable as you wiggled your hips a bit, a motion that didn’t go unnoticed by the two men.

“How’re you feelin?” Gojo questioned, squeezing your hand as you looked up to him.

“G..Good, you can move Kashi.” You whimpered, looking back to him with glossy eyes.

The sight made Kakashi crumble, not able to hold back anymore as he slid his cock nearly out of your pussy before slamming back in, the feeling made a shriek escape your lips that slowly turned into a mewl as you buried your face in the sheets below you.

After a few solid thrusts, Kakashi took cues from Gojo before setting a brutal pace. Though he was definitely monitoring your pained sounds, he ultimately let go as your pornographic moans filled the air.

This was unlike anything you had felt before, you felt so full. Like his cock was hitting every part of your body. This was Euphoric.

The feeling of a cool palm gripping your face made you whimper as you noticed Gojo now standing before you, his large cock in his palm.

“You ever suck a dick before, sweetheart?”

Swallowing thickly, you shook your head no in between moans as your head jerked forward between Kakashi’s rough thrusts.

“Don’t worry, that’s what teachers are for, yeah?” Gojo spoke with a grin, wasting no time to line his cock up with your lips, “Why don’t you show me what you got?”

Wanting nothing more than to please him, you immediately grabbed his cock and began licking at the tip. You would be lying if you said you weren’t nervous to suck him off, afraid you would bite down, but the groan that left his lips suddenly filled you with confidence.

Lifting his cock up, you licked a longer stripe along the bottom of his cock, all while looking up to him with wide obedient eyes. The sight made Gojo growl as he wrapped his hand around your hair and gripped it tight.

“Alright now baby, since you’re so confident how about I take the lead?”

Without much of a warning, Gojo shoved his cock deep into your throat, the tip definitely hitting the back wall as you immediately gagged, tears running down your face.

“Fuck, she just clenched around me.” Kakashi groaned, his hands cupping mounds of your ash as he continued to pound into your backside.

“Yeah? You like when I fuck your face you naughty little slut?” Gojo cooed, smirk on his face as he began to thrust into your mouth.

Tears streamed down your cheeks as you gripped onto his thighs and struggled to keep up. Soon enough his salty precum filled your mouth, but it began to be too much to handle. Tapping his thigh, he tugged his cock from your mouth, giving you a second to breath as you let out struggled mewls from Kakashi’s relentless thrusts.

“T..Too big Gojo, can barely fit.” You whimpered, looking up to him with pathetic eyes that made his smirk grow wider.

“Awe sweetheart, don’t worry I’ll make it fit.” Gojo sneered, giving his cock a few rubs before lining it back up with your mouth, “Besides, it’s going in that pretty pussy next, so you better prepare.”

His words made your eyes widen, but you didn’t have much time before Gojo shoved his cock back in your mouth. Both men set brutal paces inside of you, the feeling making you cry and moan as salty tears began to fall over the dried ones.

“She’s squeezing again, shit.” Kakashi growled, his thrusts growing sloppy as he kept a bruising hold on your hips.

Kakashi’s thrusts became impossibly deeper, each pound making you moan around Gojo’s cock as he shoved his deeper down your throat.

“God your slutty little mouth is perfect,” Gojo groaned, his own thrusts growing sloppy before he lifted your head up by your hair, “Gonna blow my load down your throat, don’t you fucking spill a drop.”

Though it wasn’t evident, you attempted to nod as you moaned around his cock, the feeling of your vibrating throat setting him off as he cummed deep into your throat. The feeling immediately had you choking, Gojo quickly removing his cock to allow you to swallow.

The feeling of his thick cum in your throat made you gag at first, struggling to swallow it all as a few drops spilled from your lips. But before Gojo could threaten you once more, you quickly wiped up any droplets of cum on your hand and began to lick it up, looking at him with those same wide eyes as before.

“Fuck you’re perfect.” Gojo growled, bending down to snatch your face up and smash his lips against your own. You quickly accepted, opening your mouth up to let him shove his tongue down your throat, both of you tasting each other on your lips.

“Where do you want me to cum Y/n?” Kakashi groaned from behind you, his thrusts growing slower and less calculated as he felt you clench impossibly tighter around him.

“Inside.” You mewled, the word making both men pause as they looked down to you with serious eyes.

“Y/n we can’t-”

“I’m on the pill!” You cried, your own climax coming to a halt as Kakashi slowed his movements, “Please I’m on the pill, need you to cum inside my pussy sir. Want to cum with you! Just move, please.”

Just when they thought it couldn’t get better. Gojo felt his cock spring back to life at your words, his eyes looking dangerously to Kakashi who’s own eyes darkened at your words.

Without wasting any more time, Kakashi grabbed you by the neck and lifted you up against his chest as he thrusted brutally into your dripping pussy.

“What a naughty little thing you are, wanting me to fill you with my seed,” Kakashi snarled, keeping a tight hold on your neck, “You gonna cum too princess?”

“Mhmmmhm.” You moaned, back arching as your mouth fell agape with each rough thrust.

Squeezing your neck impossibly tighter, Kakashi growled as he sent his final rough thrusts up, “Then fucking cum brat.”

His words sent chills up your spine as you felt yourself come undone. You weren’t sure what was sending you over the edge, your own climax or the feeling of Kakashi’s cum shooting deep into your womb. You felt overwhelmingly full as you cried out Kakashi’s name over and over again in praises, the man beneath you groaning your name himself as he thrusted every drip of his release into you.

“Shit.” Kakashi muttered, lifting you up off his cock and letting you sink into his lap as you moaned at the empty feeling, “Such a good girl for me.”

You mewled at the praise, your arms gripping his own that were wrapped around you as you trembled from your high, barely able to even process how you were still awake.

“Sweetheart, you look tired.” Gojo cooed, your eyes falling on him as he palmed his cock a few times before getting back on the bed and lifting you from Kakashi’s lap onto your back against the pillows, “Or are you just so fucked out from having your slutty little holes filled?”

Whimpering at his words, you felt your eyes widen a bit when you felt his cock begin to rub against your dripping cunt.

“Either way, we can’t have that. I told you I was filling you up next princess.” Gojo spoke with a grin, watching as Kakashi chuckled and lifted your upper half up to sit beneath you.

Looking up to Kakashi with glossy eyes, he simply rubbed his thumb along your cheek before shrugging, “It’s only fair darling.”

“That’s right, it’s only fair.” Gojo agreed, pushing the head of his cock in you making your back arch up as you whimpered slightly, “Plus I think you like when we’re rough with you, don’t ya?”

Their words couldn’t distract from the feeling of Gojo’s thick cock slowly dragging deeper into your walls, your moans growing louder as you gripped at the sheets beside you.

“I think she does, she squeezed around me when I choked her.” Kakashi sneered, his hand moving to wrap around your throat making you gasp as Gojo choked on a groan.

“Fuck she did squeeze, you’re a little masochist aren’t you slut?” Gojo growled, his fingers digging into your already bruised hips as he began to speed up his pace.

Both the feeling of Gojo’s cock beginning to pound into you and Kakashi squeezing tight around your neck made you see stars, your moans becoming less stable as they bounced around in the air needily.

“S..So full!” You cried, fingers digging into the sheets beneath you as both men chuckled condescendingly at you.

“Yeah, and you’ll fucking take it brat.” Gojo spoke, setting a relentless pace, much rougher than Kakashi’s.

The sight of you coming undone from his cock alone had Gojo nearly on the verge of climax. Taking one of his free hands, he slapped one of your ass cheeks before palming it roughly, the action making you clench around him as you shrieked out making the sourcer groan.

Kakashi’s hand squeezed at your throat, making you mewl in between pants as you looked up to him with half lidded eyes, “Open that pretty mouth up princess.”

Immediately you opened your mouth, your tongue sticking out obediently as you looked up to Kakashi with expectant eyes. The sight made Kakashi’s cock grow hard beneath you again as he groaned.

“Shit, you’re so fucked out and obedient. Fucking perfect.” Kakashi growled, holding your jaw open before lowering his head and spitting in your mouth. You hastily swallowed and opened your mouth up for proof, making both men groan at your compliance.

“You like being treated like a damn slutty toy?” Gojo sneered, watching as you wordlessly moaned with each thrust as he pressed his hand against your womb, “Your mentor’s cocks making that pretty head of yours dumb?”

Though you heard his questions, you couldn’t register a response, not like this. All you could do was nod and moan in between sobs as you felt Kakashi begin to grope at your chest.

“So adorable, can you beg your mentor to let you cum?” Gojo cooed, leaning over you now as he gripped your face, “You know I don’t like when you don’t use your manners.”

Your eyes widened at this, your hands beginning to claw at his shoulders as you held him close, “P..Please Gojo! Need you to let me cum! Wanna cum on your cock so bad so you can fill me up!”

Both men moaned at your words, Gojo’s grip on your chin getting harsher as he began to speed up his thrusts.

“Yeah, you want my cum so bad, slut? I’m gonna fill you to the damn brim. My cum will be all the way in that stupid head of yours.” Gojo growled, aggressively poking at your head as his other finger began to swirl around your clit.

It was all too much. Between his words, Kakashi’s warm hands groping along your body, and Gojo’s rough thrusts mixed with his thumb abusing your clit, you finally let go.

This time you really did see stars, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you began to squirt all along Gojo’s chest. Soon after Gojo sent one final thrust into your pussy until you felt his hot cum shoot inside of you.

“O..Oh G..Gojo!” You cried, body convulsing in both of their arms as you sobbed and moaned from both of your climaxes.

Gojo shouted profanities as he thrusted his seed into you a few times before pulling out, watching both his and Kakashi’s seed drip out of your abused cunt.

“Such a good girl Y/n, you did so good.” Kakashi mumbled into your ear, placing warm kisses along the side of your face as you laid limp in his arms.

Gojo hummed in agreement, his thumb shoving any cum that began to drip from you back into your twitching pussy, the feeling making you mewl as you grew sensitive.

“Took our cocks so well sweetheart,” Gojo spoke with an uncharacteristic warmness to his voice as he brushed some hair from your face.

Both men chuckled when all you could do was babble their names, your arms weakly attempting to bring them close to you.

“Shit, she really did go stupid from our cocks.” Kakashi hummed, moving out from beneath you to allow Gojo to wrap his arms around you.

The two surely exchanged more words above you, but the feeling of their now warm hands rubbing against your skin was all you needed to begin to drift off into a heavy sleep.

Everything felt sore.

Everything felt, more than it needed to. It’s like your senses were awakened for the first time again as your eyes began to flutter open to the warm light flooding the bedroom.

You acknowledged how cozy and clean you felt, contrasting to how filthy you were the night before.

Shifting in the soft sheets hugging your body, you tugged them up only to see the marks and bruises that littered your skin. Your eyes widened as memories of the night before began to flood your mind, a deep dread entering your head as you shivered.

It was then you remembered who’s room you were in. Sitting up quickly, you looked around only to find the room was empty besides you.

Suddenly you felt your eyes begin to water, embarrassment filling your chest as you realized exactly what must be happening. This was all a trick from the start. The two knew of your family and your status, and they were trying to tear down everything you worked so hard to build.

They teased and toyed with you all week until you snapped and gave in, and now they’ve used you and completed their mission. Now your entire career as a hero was over.

Your watery eyes turned into full sobs as you gripped at the sheets beneath you. You had never felt more mortified, more embarrassed, in your life. You hated that a small part of you was excited to wake up to the feeling of both of them beside you. Holding you close, keeping you safe. For once allowing you to let your guard down.

Wiping at your tears, you felt yourself bury your face into the sheets until you heard the door burst open, a wide eyed Kakashi standing at the doorway as he looked to you.

“Y/n, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

Your sobs came to a halt as you saw the ninja look you up and down in concern.

“K..Kakashi?”

The way you whimpered out his name, almost confused, broke his heart. Quickly he walked to the bed and sat beside you, wiping some tears from your eyes as he held your face.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” Kakashi whispered gently, careful not to get too close to you in such a fragile state.

Your eyes searched his face for any maliciousness. You tried so hard to find any cloud of doubt or hesitation in his expression, but all you saw was genuine concern. Concern that made you lower your walls once again.

“I thought…” You muttered, that aching feeling in your throat building up again as you hiccuped on a sob, “Thought you both left me here.”

Kakashi’s eyes widened at your words, everything piecing together. Quickly he dove beneath the covers and scooped you up in his arms, holding you close as you began to sob again.

“Shit I’m an idiot Y/n, I’m so sorry we made you think that,” Kakashi hummed, guilt tearing through his chest as he felt you tremble in his arms.

The last thing they wanted to do was overwhelm you. Last night once you fell asleep, they both began to realize just how intense they were with you. Though you consented to the activities, it still left a rotten feeling in their chests. So after cleaning you up, they carried you to Kakashi’s clean bed and held you while you slept, deciding they would give you space in the morning.

Kakashi now realized how that may have looked from your perspective, waking up alone.

“We just didn’t want to overwhelm you sweetheart,” Kakashi reassured calmly, combing his fingers through your hair as he began to rub soothing circles along your back.

You felt your sobs begin to slow until you heard a gentle knock at the door.

“Is our crybaby awake?”

Both Gojo’s voice and the smell of cooked toast made your head perk up, your eyes wide towards him until you processed his words. Furrowing your brows, you stuck your tongue out before resting your head on Kakashi’s chest again.

“Thought you both left me, asshole.”

The sourcer’s eyes widened at this, his blue eyes glancing to Kakashi’s who had a similar guilt written in his expression.

“Do Kakashi and I strike you as the type of men to hit and run?” Gojo spoke in feigned shock, hoping his humor would help lighten the mood, but your cold glare matched with Kakashi’s unimpressed eyes made him realize that was not the case.

Clicking his tongue, Gojo rolled his eyes as he rubbed a lazy hand through his hair and dropped the plate of breakfast he made for you on the nearby dresser before shifting in the bed on the other side of you, “Oh come here you little brat.”

Surprisingly, your body naturally curled into his side as well. You felt warm as his hand began to massage your thigh, his chin resting atop your head.

“Like I was trying to say before,” Kakashi spoke gently, squeezing your hand to grab your attention, “We just didn’t want to overwhelm you. I know you consented to last night but… we still feel like we went a bit too far with everything.”

Now it was your turn to feel guilt pool in your stomach. It never occurred to you that the two of them would care enough to be concerned with your feelings, enough to think you needed space.

“You.. you didn’t go too far at all…” You mumbled, your cheeks growing warm as you avoided your eyes, “I enjoyed last night.”

Both men chuckled at this, Gojo squeezing your thigh as he kissed the side of your forehead, “Trust me, we know that much.”

A giggle escaped your lips as you shoved his hand away and sat up a bit to look at them both.

“But I mean it, I know I was being a jerk this whole week… but I was just.. confused.. I guess? The second I saw you two I felt something, and I had never had that feeling before. I guess I was just nervous it would distract me from my mentorship studies, so I got a bit aggressive hoping I would scare you away.”

When you paused and glanced up, you were surprised to see them both looking at you. Genuinely listening to you.

“And though it did technically distract me, it wasn’t something you forced on me.”

Both men’s eyes softened at this, the two of them sharing glances.

“Well on the topic of that, we wanted to let you know that you passed.”

Kakashi’s words made your eyes widen, your chest filling with excitement before a weird sense of dread as you furrowed your brows and shook your head.

“No.. No, I can't accept that. I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but I refuse to sleep my way into passing. There are too many people out there who worked hard to earn that.”

Gojo rolled his eyes before flicking your forehead, the action making you squeak as you glared up to his amused eyes.

“You didn’t pass because you slept with us dork, you passed because your skills far exceeded all of the preliminaries on day one. We knew you were going to pass before we even took you on.”

Blinking, you tilted your head a bit before narrowing your eyes in thought.

“So… Then what was the point in me even doing all of this? Shouldn’t the school head have just pulled me out?” You questioned.

“Technically yes, but because we joined the committee of mentors this year, your school head thought it would be a good idea to have us mentor you.” Kakashi explained.

Suddenly it was all making sense. Normally something like your outburst would have received a genuine response from your principal, so for her to yell at you made no sense. She normally at least would have pulled you aside to check on you, now you know why she didn’t.

“So then, why did you convince her to change the rules to make the mentors pick the applicants this year?” You asked, leaning back in the bed now as you thought about it.

“Oh that was just to piss you off.” Gojo spoke with a grin, his eyes sparkling in delight as you shot up with annoyance in your eyes.

“Are you kidding me? You really are assholes!”

“Hey, you’re the one that called us old.” Kakashi defended, though there was a playful grin on his lips as he watched you get flustered.

Folding your arms you jerked your body up so you could avoid both of their eyes as you pouted your lips out, “Yeah because you both were insanely attractive and my immediate defense mechanism is to insult attractive people because I have no idea how to flirt.”

The two men chuckled at your little outburst, Kakashi pulling your back against his chest once again as Gojo began to massage your legs.

“We realized that cute thing, between my six eyes and his ninja skills, we could pick up on your nerves,” Gojo hummed, clearly amused as he pinched your thigh, “But we weren’t one hundred percent sure, so that’s why we tormented you all week. Needed your stubborn ass to admit it.”

Though you were still still annoyed with their methods, you finally understood everything that happened. In a weird way, you felt better that you weren’t delusional this entire week. Your bathroom breakdowns and overanalyzing every little thing they did wasn’t completely insane.

Letting out a sigh, you leaned further into Kakashi’s back before closing your eyes, not wanting to see their faces as you asked the next dreaded question that was looming in the air.

“So… what now?”

Gojo and Kakashi looked at each other, they were almost hoping they would be the ones to ask you that same question first, but now that it was out there, they had to respond.

“Well.. you have two options,” Kakashi spoke, his hand rubbing gently up and down your forearm as he continued, “Regardless, you’ve passed your exam. You can either continue to work as our sidekick, or we can arrange for Mirko and Mei Mei to take you on since they were your original choice.”

The sound of your dream mentors made your head perk up, your eyes looking to Gojo in disbelief before you shot your head back to Kakashi.

“S..Seriously?”

Kakashi nodded, offering a warm smile as Gojo squeezed your leg in confirmation.

If the version of you before this week was asked this question, you would take Mirko and Mei Mei’s offer in a heartbeat. After all, they had been your dream mentors for years.

But then this week happened, and now you’re an entirely changed person.

Now you’ve met two of the strongest fighters you’ve ever come across, and they were the first teachers ever to kick you on your ass, literally. Plus deep down, you knew you would never be able to fight the feelings that were dangerously swirling in your stomach.

You weren’t sure how it would end, or even if you were making the right decision, but all you could think about were your mother’s words from the pep talk she gave you before starting this new experience.

“After all, our family element is the element of change, is it not?”

Swallowing, you felt a smile curve at the tip of your lip as you looked up to them.

“I think… I think I want you two to be my official mentors.” You spoke, smile widening as you noticed the genuine shock in their face, “Though I do want some real training mixed in with this arrangement…” Gojo snorted at your words as Kakashi grinned behind you as you continued.

“...I do think that your skills are unparalleled to anything I’ve faced before. Just the fight we had yesterday proved I have so much more to learn. If my goal really is to become number one, than I think it’s best to stay with you guys.”

The excitement in the sourcer’s eyes shocked you as he lifted you in his arms and began pressing kisses along your skin, Kakashi following in his own calmer celebration as he squeezed your hand.

A shriek of giggles escaped your lips as you tried to shove the two men off you before you coughed to catch their attention, “But,”

Gojo and Kakashi froze, their eyes on you as you smiled coyly up to them,

“I still need a personal meet and greet with Mirko and Mei Mei because they’re practically my idols, and I’m going to need some breakfast like… now.”

Kakashi rolled his eyes at your words, Gojo simply lifting you up in his arms as the two made their way to the kitchen.

Maybe you made the wrong decision, maybe you didn’t. All you knew is that for once in your life, you felt genuinely happy.

And that’s all that matters, right?

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