Eyes of Azure | Assassination Classroom

:: Attempt 15 | Impostor ::

Her gaze lands upon a mischievous-looking redhead in the very back of the room, an amused—yet somehow wicked—grin curling his lips. She clears her throat, her stare flitting away from the evident source.

No, it's not just from him... Aoi bites the inside of her cheek, scanning each of the students, one by one. No—there are two sources, not just one.

It isn't nervousness she's feeling—it's foreboding. There's someone else in this room..

Someone who has raw, yet still unrecognized potential to be an assassin.

She narrows her eyes, zeroing in upon the only familiar person in the room: the blue-haired androgyne she keeps noticing out of the corner of her eye each and every time. He seems to recognize her, a curious glint in his eyes.

Realization flickers through her gaze, but she wills it away. Interesting..

"My name is Hanazono Aoi. Until a certain incident recently, I was in Class 3-A. I look forward to working with you all from now on in order to—" her voice takes on a darker undertone, though she still keeps a small, amiable smile upon her face. "Destroy this monster—I mean, 'teacher'."

She bows, clutching at the strap of her messenger bag in a futile attempt to ignore the cheeky grin the red-haired boy's most likely trained upon her.

Seriously. He reminds me too much of—

She shakes her head imperceptibly, clenching her hands into tight, white-knuckled fists. Now is not the time to think of that son of a bitch.

"Your seat will be in between Karma-kun and Terasaka-kun at the back, Hanazono-san." The octopus—rather, Korosensei informs the internally irritated redhead, who obediently walks down the aisle, keeping her gaze fixated upon her assigned seat.

Why does it feel like it clustered together those with the strange hair colors? She thinks as she releases the strap of her bag in favor of drawing out her chair. As she takes a seat, she glances at the redhead at her left, murmuring under her breath:

"Mind toning down your stifling lust for bloodshed? It isn't exactly attractive."

At her words, the boy looks over with a lazy smirk, golden eyes seemingly cat-like in the dim light. "Does it bother you~? Ha-na-chan~?"

Aoi resists the urge to draw out her hidden knife from within the confines of her bag, forcing a tight smile upon her lips. "I'd rather not spend my time with a blood-crazed idiot on my left and a short-tempered, amateurish gangster on my right." Her eyes darken as she continues, "Besides, an intense amount of bloodlust isn't always the key.

"It just shows how much you desire to kill, to have your hands be stained with another's blood. What is important is how you wish to exploit that same want, and how to show it through your actions."

Her gaze flickers towards the boy once more, the fake smile gone from her visage. "Do you understand?"

The boy raises his hands up in a half-hearted gesture of surrender, a brief glimmer of irritation passing through his mercury gold irises. What does she even know about killing, anyway?

"Alright, Hana-chan~."

In the same instant, several copies pop into view in front of the class, multiplying almost immediately. One approaches her desk, taking on a blue hue with a cat-like mouth.