The Exchange Program(an Assassination Classroom/Saiki K. crossover)

Episode 10

Saiki's pov

  Kukuku...

  Does he think that he has won?

  I gazed at Akabane knowingly as he cheerfully smirked at my predicament.

  Well, almost...!

  But nice try. >:)

  Using my recently acquired power, I rewound time just enough to prevent that accidental teleportation into the teachers' office.

  See? Simple.

  I then rewatched the moment my companion swung his knife at the octopus. Finally, I grabbed his arm again and teleported us somewhere else.

  "Shwoom!" We landed in a nearby alleyway.

  This should be enough for now...

  Problem solved! ;)

  Akabane blinked. "Whoa! You can do things like that?" He marvelled, impressed. I nodded quietly.

  Actually, I can do much more. I crossed my eyes.

  Clairvoyance!

  I looked up the mountain and saw his teacher resuming lessons. We should be fine now, because class hasn't ended yet.

  I grinned in satisfaction at my sucess(with my eyes still crossed). I must have looked hilarious, because that earned me a chuckle from the redhead.

  "Mph!"

  I'll pretend I didn't hear that...

  "Bruh, what's he doing?"

  Nothing. Just making a funny face.

  I turned backwards to the sight of him snapping a picture.

  "Chk-chack~"

  "!?"

  My eyes widened at the camera flash(I'm still crossing them). That earned me another snort and another photo.

  "...Give!"

  I lunged forward and failed to snatch it back. Somehow, he managed to avoid my hands even when I teleported.

  "Hehe!"

  He playfully stuck out his tongue as he dodged left, then right, making a fool out of me.

  ...which is something you should never do to a psychic!

  Running out of patience, I simply extended my arm and made it fly into my hands.

  "!"

  He gawked as I triumphantly deleted all traces of the photo inside.

  Delete delete delete delete delete delete....

  Hm?

  I frowned in irritaion. Yare yare, why are there so many spare copies? 😠

  Thankfully, I managed to convince the AI inside his phone to find them for me.

  Because as it turned out, he was very, very prepared for such things.

  "...Ok! All 250 spare copies of this picture has been thoroughly erased from the phone," the icon, whom I knew later as Ritsu, reported.

  Good job, Ritsu!

  I turned to face Akabane again.

  "..."

  "Wha?" He questioned nonchalantly.

  "Was it really necessary to save so many copies of it in all your different apps?" I deadpanned, unamused.