Help You (Itona Horibe X Reader)

Graduation Time

A/n
Yay, time for the sad part. This chapter is a bit short, so sorry about that. Anyways, thanks for 165+ votes and 2.5k+ reads! I do have plans for another fanfic after this one, but I will talk more about during the final update. Well, here's today's chapter :)

"Kayano, I don't even know what to say!" Nagisa exclaims happily, putting his hands on her shoulders.

"Nagi- achoo!" Kayano suddenly sneezes. "It's cold." She comments before looking down and realizing her shirt is ripped wide open. She blushes furiously, covering herself with her arms. "Ah! Wh-What happened to my top?" She screams and the boys look away while blushing, Kataoka forcefully turning Okajima's for him and me covering Itona's eyes. Just for good measure. "Wh-What?"

"I'm so sorry." Itona says, holding my hands over his eyes.

"Shut up!" Kayano shouts, embarrassed.

"Easy now." Maehara says, taking off his jacket and dropping it over Kayano's shoulders. "Hey, at least Korosensei managed to fix your hair." You really think that's what she'd care about? I'm just glad she's alive. I finally remove my hands from my boyfriend's face only for him to grab one of my wrists and hold my hand back up to his face, giving my palm a quick kiss before lacing our fingers together. I smile at him, slightly embarrassed before looking back over at Kayano.

"I know, but... I wish he could've done something about my clothes." Kayano squeaks out, tears streaming down her face.

"So uh, I don't know if this is appropriate for me to ask, but is it just a me or did she come out of that a bigger cup size?" Okajima asks and Kataoka nearly breaks his neck while turning his head away from Kayano.

"Korosensei, you can do that?" Yada asks our tired and beat up looking teacher. Korosensei promptly falls down, flat on his back and we all gasp.

"Ah, I'm exhausted." Korosensei sighs. Despite saying that, he still looks happy. "Come now. What kind of assassin let's a target linger indefinitely on the brink?" Korosensei asks, catching our attention. What? "Don't you understand? At this point, we're just running out the clock. I'm sorry children. All good things must come to an end." He says. I struggle to hold back tears, noticing my classmates doing the same. "That's life. That's the nature of the classroom." Looking up, I see the bright red dot in the sky. It looks bigger than before. It... it's almost time.

"Guys." Isogai finally speaks up, ending the silence. "We have to make a decision one way or the other. We could stay out of it, Leave Korosensei's fate up to them. Let's take a vote. Who here doesn't want to kill him?" Isogai asks, his tone solemn. Slowly but surely, we all raise our hands. "Alright, thank you. Hands down. Who want to kill him?" Isogai questions once more. I clench my fists at my sides. Of course I don't want to, but I don't want that thing killing him either. It just wouldn't be right. Besides, he would rather it be us than that laser. I look down, tears pooling in my eyes. Beside me, my boyfriend trembles, his eyes glazed over. First Nagisa, then Kayano, Karma, me, and eventually the rest of my class hold up their hands. Korosensei takes a shaky breath, nodding in approval before resting his head back onto the dirt. We gather around him, crouching down and each helping to hold him down. This way, we can all do it.

"You can't move if we're all pinning you down. That right sir?" Nakamura asks.

"Precisely, Nakamura my dear. Though I can't help but feel your being a tad bit lax on that grip." Korosensei responds. Taking the hint, we tighten our holds. I look down at the tentacle I'm holding, pressing it into the ground to restrain my teacher. I don't even know if I can bear to look at him.

"Y-your heart... it's under your tie, you said. Which one of us is..." Kataoka trails off. I look up slightly. I hadn't considered it. No... I had asked myself that same question, but I pushed it away. We look around at each other, all of us knowing we don't want to. The only exception to this is Karma. The redhead just keeps his gaze on the ground.