Ansatsu Kyōshitsu / Assassination Classroom - Assassinated Heart - Karma x Manami

Summary: Most people wanted romantic proposals... where the guys make it all flashy and clear to the entire world that this was the one woman they wanted to be with for the rest of her life. However, the way he had pop in for a quick visit while casually threatening Takabayashi not to lay a hand on his fiancée, without having said a single word about proposing to her, was so totally like him. Karmanami / Karma x Manami

I don't own Assassination Classroom or else I would have spammed that thing with so many Karmanmi scenes.

Please forgive any mistakes, both character-wise and grammatically-wise. I don't have time to re-read or edit things.

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Assassinated Heart

HappyFace1886

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Okuda gathered all her paperwork together, shuffling them into a neat pile in order to place in her folders. There was a puff of pride in her chest at how she and Takebayashi-kun had obtained approval in furthering their researching of the type RH null null transfusion blood. The foundation of the blood type was a dear parting gift from Koro-sensei and the fact that they were able to successfully utilize it made her nearly tremble with excitement.

“Good work today, Okuda-san,” Takebayashi spoke from near the doorway and Okuda turned around excitedly. Based on how there was a grin lingering on the usual stoic man’s face, she knew he was equally affected by the day’s results. “Let’s progress more on the research tomorrow.”

“Of course,” she grinned.

“Are you still going to meet the others at school?” he inquired, knowing there was no need to even specify what school he was talking about. To them and to all of those from Class E, there was only one school that meant anything to them.

This time her smile turned a bit rueful. “I think it’s a bit too late for that.”

He nodded in agreement. In exchange for being able to show the results of their research to the professor, they had to miss the time their other classmates were going to meet at Kunugigaoka. By the time they got on the train to head for school, it would be late at night. Takebayashi shrugged. “How about dinner then? There’s a fancy place that opened down the street.”

“It’s not a maid café again, is it?” Okuda asked teasingly and Takebayashi grinned.

“You did ask where my favorite place was.” The two chuckled slightly at the memory, especially due to how they’d ended up bumping into Terasaka who’d snuck away from his job. The normally gruff boy, now grown to an equally gruff man, had been savoring his moment in paradise when it’d been ruined by a phone-call from his boss who started hollering that he better not be lazing at some ‘god-forsaken-otaku-club-again’! “So how about it? It’ll be on me and I promise, there won’t be any maids this time.”

Okuda smiled warmly and opened her mouth to reply when she heard his voice.

“Now I’m pretty sure you weren’t trying to ask my fiancée out on a date,” the dark velvety voice echoed from within the hallway and Takebayashi stiffened as he felt a heavy hand firmly gripping onto his shoulder. Despite the years that had passed, a cold shiver still went down his spine whenever he heard the voice of the now matured Devil of Class E. “Right, Takebayashi-kun?”

There was no need to even turn his head. Takebayashi knew there was that creepy devilish smile on Karma’s face and he coolly pulled away from the man’s hold, adjusting his glasses as he did so. “No need to be paranoid, Karma-kun. I know you two are... wait, since when were you two engaged?”

Takebayashi whipped his head towards Okuda, but the glasses woman looked stunned as well. Her eyes were slightly widened and her jaw slacked opened before all of it faded away as quickly as it’d came, a warm and sincere smile blooming instead. In that moment, Takebayashi knew there was no need to say anything else. All those years ago when he and Okuda met up during their freshman year of college and Karma had appeared out of nowhere like a demon straight out of hell, cheerfully warning him that Okuda is already taken and that he better not get any funny ideas, he’d learn to just accept whatever happened with this odd couple.

“I think I’m going to just call Terasaka to check out the café in his district,” he deadpanned as he pulled out his cellphone. “You two have fun, but don’t make a mess in the lab. We still have work to do tomorrow.”

“Of course!” Okuda rushed.

“No promises,” Karma nonchalantly said at the same time. Okuda stared at him in surprise while Karma smiled in a carefree manner at her. Takebayashi snorted and then gave them a wave before leaving the room. Karma continued smiling after him and waited until his footsteps faded before shutting the door. He turned around to where Okuda stood and his smile turned absolutely feral.

“It’s been a while,” Okuda managed to say before he rushed in for a kiss. His arm wrapped itself around her waist and pulled her closer, pressing his lips insistently against hers. To his delight, she looped her arms around his neck and leaned towards him, parting her lips in open invitation, one that he didn’t hesitate to take.

His scent, his taste, his presence was so overwhelming to her sense and yet, she allowed herself to drown in them. Okuda’s hand reached up to tangle in his hair, clenching and tugging lightly at the flaming red mane that always attracted people’s eyes. Her movements seemed to encourage him further, lighting the fire that was already threatening to burn through him.

The table rattled as he suddenly picked her up and roughly placed her on there, her legs parted and wrapped around his waist as he absentmindedly shoved the paper she’d just organized all over the ground. Research documents, office supplies, and measuring tools all went flying off the table. As though realizing what just happened, she squeaked against his lips in dismay (five minutes hadn’t even passed since she’d promised not to make a mess of the lab!), but the matter was quickly forgotten when she locked eyes with his piercing golden eyes.

He hovered over her with his hands pinned on the sides of her head and, though she’d seen a hint of it during their brief meetings in highschool and even more infrequent meetings in college, she was taken aback by just how much bigger he was than her. His shoulders were broad and larger than she’d remembered, her strongest memories of him being from their time in middle school. One his hand was now trailing towards her neck and she shivered at the feel of the hard calluses on them, the power that radiated from his very fingertips. Obviously he hadn’t discontinued his training since their time at Class E.

She was so vulnerable beneath him... so exposed and so helpless... and yet her cheeks were dusted in pink and she looked up at him breathlessly, her head leaning into his hand as he caressed the side of her face.

All those lingering touches...

The frustratingly brief moments...

It all ended here.

“You’re mine,” he purred and felt warm contentment when she smiled at him, her hand reaching up to touch his hand.

“And you’re mine as well.” She murmured sincerely.

Karma’s eyes softened, but the moment was ruined as she continued speaking.

“But I think it might be better if we didn’t continue this here,” she said with her eyes shifting towards the mess on the floor. “Takebayashi-kun will definitely be unhappy about this and if the professor sees this mess then-.”

“Manami,” Karma groaned as he playfully collapsed almost all of his weight onto her, pinning her on the table. How typical of her to be so straight-forward and honest. “We were having a moment right now.”

He was greeted with silence and he lifted his head up, only to see a flustered look on her face. “My... My name...”

“Is Manami,” he said for her with a grin. “After all, it’ll be unusual that the fiancé would call his fiancée by her surname, right? Besides... it won’t be long until it changes to Mrs. Akabane Manami, hm?”

Karma was nuzzling into her neck as he finished his words. It was so like her to be more stunned about being called by her first name than being proclaimed his fiancée. But in a way, very fitting. It was always known that they’d end up together sooner or later.

“Akabane Manami,” she murmured softly, absentmindedly stroking Karma’s hair. He preened under the attention, splaying kisses against her soft skin in approval.

“Do you like it?”

“I like it,” she said honestly.

“Good,” he said with a peck against her lips. “Because we’re going to court tomorrow morning to fill out all the documents and if you want, I guess we can have a fancy wedding as well. Until then, we should go out and get some dinner.”

Manami looked surprised as Karma climbed off of her, adjusting his suit that was nearly wrinkled beyond repair. “H-Huh?”

“Hm?” a smile teased his lips as he turned to look at her. “What’s wrong?”

She looked at him and at the floor littered with the research notes and tools, the flustered look of confusion clearly etched on her features. “I... I mean...”

The smile on his face looked absolutely predatory and Manami felt her heart rate sky-rocket. It was the same look Karma had whenever he’d tease or torment one of their classmates back in the good ole days. While she knew he’d never hurt her, she was still wary of what was to come next.

“Were you expecting a bit more, Manami-chan?” he teased, sauntering back towards her before leaning forward. His hands pressed against the table beside her head, effectively keeping her pinned beneath him. His dark amber eyes layered with amusement watched how the redness of her cheek deepened and he trailed his lips against her soft cheek. “Believe me, I’d want nothing more than to claim you right here and now.”

“T-Then why don’t you?” her words came out in a stammer, but in true Okuda-fashion, she spoke straight-forwardly and honestly. A trait Karma appreciated and adored. Though right not, it was poking –more like stabbing- furiously at his self control.

“Because,” her body felt so soft and warm. Not to mention, she tasted so good. So many nights he’d dream of her and each time he’d sneak a greet from her, it’d take all his will-power not to break his promises. It was to the point that he’d become torn between seeing her and avoiding her in fear that he’d lose all control. “I plan on doing things right by you.”

“What if,” she shivered under the ministration of his tongue, gasping when he started paying attention to a particularly sensitive part of her neck. “W-What if I don’t care a-about things like that.”

Her legs were raised and opened for him to nestle in between them. It felt so right having his strong and sturdy body being carefully cradled by her thighs. She liked the feel of him on top of her and made it clearly known by holding onto him, tilting her head to give him more room to explore and taste.

And he knew... he knew just how pliant and eager she was for his touch.

He almost groaned and gave in at that moment. It was so tempting and she was so willing. “So you don’t mind our first time being in the office that you work at every day and almost every night?”

“K-Karma!” Manami squeaked chidingly.

“And by doing things right by you, I meant having our first time preferably on a bed.” He continued to tease, enjoying how flustered she was getting. “We can be more adventurous next time and if you still want, next time I don’t mind-.”

“Karma!” this time, Manami yelled and amusingly enough, instead of pushing him away, she pulled him closer in order to bury her face into the crook of his neck. She was so mortified that she whimpered slightly while he began to pet her gently. “I’m sorry I’m so bad at this.”

Karma gave into impulse and pulled her into a tight embrace, never mind the fact that he was already on top of her. “You’re not bad at this at all, Manami.”

“...I don’t know what I’m doing,” she confessed quietly.

“Well, neither do I,” he responded nonchalantly, delighted at how easy it was to still be so open and honest with her. It was nothing like when dealing with his stupid coworkers or the other bureaucrats who thought themselves so clever and smart. Karma pressed his lips on hers gently and smiled against them when he felt Manami tilt her head ever so slightly, melding her lips better against his. “But we have all the time in the world to learn together now.”

He pulled back slightly and felt his cheeks redden when he saw her gazing up at him with soft lilac eyes. There was a warmth in those light orbs that he was unfamiliar with, an affection he was never really exposed to. His parents were never really around and he didn’t have any relatives to dote on him. The most he’d had was Nagisa and even then, they’d drifted apart.

But Manami... even when she hadn’t physically been there over the years, she’d been a constant in his life. He could always count on her to be there for him, to listen to him whenever he had something in his mind and to bluntly put him in his place when he needed it. Because she trusted him and did not think of him as different... or as different as the other students or people around them saw him to be.

“Karma...” he was broken out of his thoughts when a warm hand reached up to cup his cheek and he instinctively leaned against it, pressing his lips against the soft palm of her hand. Manami had never really been a physical fighter and in a way, he cherished that fact. He liked the fact that she was so soft and sweet. “I... I think... No... I know... I love you.”

Karma stilled and his eyes slightly widened.

Manami felt his surprise, but still surged forward. “I-I know we haven’t spent as much time as a normal couple would, but... but this feels just so right. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so comfortable with another person. I mean... I’ve met many people who share my love of chemistry and the sciences, but still, they just... I’m not sure how to say this... but it just wasn’t the same as when I talk to you about anything.”

She clenched her eyes shut, feeling as though she’d ruined something between them. It’d surprised her when they’d been in middleschool and Karma bluntly told her that he wanted a relationship with her. Then during highschool, it’d become obvious that there was a physical attraction between them. But as they got older... as they had their moments together between the sweet heated kisses and the fun nightly talks... she found that Karma had become a presence in her life that she felt empty without.

It was more than immature affection. It was more than just a physical need she had for him.

His lips against hers, his strong body pressed against hers... all of that felt so lovely and good, but it didn’t replace how her heart would skip a beat whenever he’d pop up from the window of her apartment late at night in order to just talk about how their day went. She loved watching that mischievous spark in his eyes when he’d let her in on his devious plans against his classmates and later coworkers. And then there was how he’d listen so patiently to what was going on in her work while never being embarrassed about asking the meaning about certain terminologies and methods. He didn’t care if all she had to talk about was boring theories or developments.

In her eyes, she had nothing interesting to offer him. Karma Akabane was the heartthrob of hundreds of girls. Playful and devious, intelligent and strong... the entire package all wrapped up in that handsome face with that dark sinister streak that drew in girls in droves.

“Well I’m glad to hear that my fiancée is in love with me,” her eyes flew open at his playful words. She gasped when he suddenly pulled her up from the table, leaning back so that he could settle on her seat with her on his lap. He pulled her close and nuzzled into her hair. “All the more reason why we should get married. And soon.”

“You... I...” she sputtered.

“You didn’t think I wanted to marry you if I didn’t love you too, did you?” he arched an eyebrow she couldn’t see and almost laughed when he felt her clinging onto his shirt. Karma leaned back against the chair, enjoying the weight of her on his person and affectionately ran a hand up and down her back. “After... Koro-sensei died... I didn’t want to lose anything precious to me ever again. I didn’t want to sit back and have regrets about what could have been. Asking you to wait for me... that was a gamble.”

“A gamble?” she asked, sounding confused.

“There were many things that could have gone wrong with that, you know.” He remarked. “We barely saw each other and were always with other people. What if your feelings changed? What if you wanted someone else?”

“...would you have let me go?”

“...no,” he replied honestly.

“I wouldn’t either,” Manami admitted with a soft blush. “I... I wouldn’t want to sit back and have regrets either... that time when you fought with Nagisa-kun about Koro-sensei taught me that.”

“You would’ve fought for me?” he inquired with an interest that made Manami’s cheeks darken. “How?”

“I... I...” she stammered. “I-I don’t know. It... It probably would have been through really stupid means or... desperate...”

“Would you have tried to seduce me back?” Karma pressed on, enjoying her flustered face. “I mean, we all went through Bitch-sensei’s lessons. I’m sure you learned a thing or two there. Well, I guess you’d have had to try pretty hard since I had the same lessons too and-.”

Karma’s eyes widened when Manami shut him up with a rushed kiss against his lips. She moved on his lap until she was straddling his legs, her arms wrapped around him as she kissed him with a shy desperation that left him stunned. He couldn’t tell if it was because she was worried about losing him or was just so mindlessly embarrassed with all his teasing, but the way she kissed him felt sincere. Manami may be bad with words, but she was honest in other ways.

His eyes darkened and his hand settled on her lower back, moaning lightly in approval at the way her tongue curled against his own. When she finally broke the kiss, looking breathless and unable to look him in the eye, Karma stroked her cheek and whispered huskily. “We better get going.”

“Right,” Manami murmured, her curled fists still pressed against his chest.

“We have a big day tomorrow.” His lips curled once more into his trademark smirk. “I’m sure everyone will be surprised next week to hear that we were the first ones to get married out of all of them.”

“N-Next week?” she looked up at him in confusion.

“Of course,” Karma said cheekily. “Once we’re officially husband and wife, I have no plans of letting you out of my sight for at least a week! Everyone’s going to want to kidnap you for details when they find out the truth. I’ve waited all this time for you, Manami-chan, and I plan to enjoy every last second I have of you to myself before that happens!” 

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::Owari::

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AN: Part Three of Three.

Sorry for the delay! I got super sick and now work is picking up. T___T no rest for me, I guess.

Anywho, sorry again to those that expected a little lemon with this. I actually tried to go that route, but it just doesn't seem right in this scenario. Maybe I'll just write another PWP smut for them later, ohohoho!

Please review~~~

Part One
Part Two