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Karushuu Week ‘16 - Cross Dressing

3-A had been divided. The administration had fought against it, but Asano was head strong and Akabane was just as stubborn and they did not want to work together.

Akabane had a ‘secret plan’ to make them earn the most for the school festival (“we’re not selling drugs are we?” “that’s illegal!” “it’s Akabane!” “secret plan? Sounds dodgy…” “Sounds AWESOME! I’m in!”). He was wild and weird, but he was far above the rest of the class, equal only to Asano.

Asano was a leader by nature, a genius by hard work and genetics, and a well proven success story, time and time again (“I’ve heard he had to buy a storage container just to fit all his awards in!” “He’s friends with celebrities! They mention him in tweets!” “Who cares? I heard he flew himself to space over the winter break!” “Is he friends with aliens?!” “Probably - it is Asano, after all!”).

It was a tough choice, yet the class was roughly evenly divided. So the budget was divided between the two teams and preparations were taken out with utmost secrecy. (Okay, maybe a little sabotage and espionage was involved, but that’s neither here nor there.)

The day of the event had the two classes placed at opposite ends of the building. Irina had told Gakushuu that his exotic cafe was boring compared to Karma’s idea. Karasuma much preferred Gakushuu’s - “you get exactly what you expect here. No funny business.”. Gakuhou said nothing, just gave a curt nod as he left (Gakushuu didn’t know what to make of it though he did want to shake the man until he at least said ‘the foods good’, or something generic to at least make him feel better).

Ren tried to sneak off to look but Asano made him get back to work. “It’s too late to stop whatever they’re doing now. We need to work hard and beat them through effort.”

There were no visitors from the other half of the class. Gakushuu had caved towards the end and stuck his head out the door. Of course, he couldn’t see into the classroom, but the other half of the class had a large line waiting to be let in. Asano wasn’t sure if that was poor planning or if they were just that popular. He sulked a little - their line wasn’t as big.

But by the end of the day, they’d made over 200,000 yen. The next closest class was only half of that, A Class had won regardless. Koyama voiced what was on everyone’s mind: “But did we beat Akabane?”

The other half of the class chose that moment to enter their home room. Ren groaned, “I should have visited them!”

Asano was slightly pissed. A maid cafe? Surely Akabane can come up with more than that? So much for his secret plan! While he was irritated that the opposing concept was so basic and cliche, he was slightly worried. Akabane had been hugely confident. Maid cafes weren’t usually enough to win first place. What’s he scheming?

(Asano had been confident in his cafe - around the world in 60 dishes. They’d managed to get three classrooms to themselves, and decorated it with traditional garb and even hire entertainment, such as a popular idol group he was friends with, Indian dancers and more. Tasty, entertaining and educational - an unstoppable trinity. Or so he’d thought.)

Click click click click

“Where’s Akabane?”

Click click click click

The rest of the class realised the demon was absent. Asano thought he understood.

Click click click click

“Don’t tell me…” He had a bad feeling. He wasn’t sure if he was ready for this.

Click click click click

The door burst open again. Akabane appeared, to a mix of laughter and confusion. Asano knew he’d lost. The shit eating grin said it all.

“I thought better of you, Asano. Not even 300,000 yen! I bet dear old dad will have a few words to say about that, hmm?” “How much did you make?” He tried to keep his voice level. Akabane would be at his throat the minute he showed a sign of weakness. “Oh? Well, the exact number doesn’t really matter, but it was a little over 400,000. Not bad, huh?”

Akabane moved closer, and Asano was slightly unnerved. Akabane could act rather well and had probably played his part well today, but seeing his usual demon self dressed up as a maid, complete with thigh highs and a ruffly skirt was just weird.

“We offered pictures to clients. Certain poses cost more, a bigger photo cost more, a cute comment written on the photo cost more. That type of stuff.”

Another boy (thankfully not in a maid outfit, though the boy next to him was decked out in frills too) piped up. “The more photos you bought put you in the chance for winning prizes, donated by our kind sponsors. Also, maids that had lots of people request them became harder to have photos with, obviously, so people wanted to get photos with certain people fast before they got popular or ran out of available photo time.”

Karma took over again. “On top of that, the more popular the maid, the more their photo cost. An excellent business method, don’t you think?” “And how much did your photos cost?” Asano wished he’d kept his mouth shut. “Curious, aren’t we? All photos started at 500 yen. By the end of the day, mine was worth 4,000~ Sad you didn’t get one? It’ll cost you, but we can have one later, if you want? You can even choose the pose! For free! Can’t let you leave today being a complete loser now!”

Their homeroom teacher came to congratulate them, halting any further conversation. They congratulated each other and finished packing up.

“Maids, make sure you put your outfits back in the drama department.” (A few grumbled - “we made these! Why should we have to give them up!”, but rules were rules and the outfits were returned. Except for one, but the teacher gave up on trying to get it back eventually.)

Asano didn’t forget. Akabane did, it seemed, because he forgot to charge him when they took the photos (yes, the plural there is correct - Akabane also seemed to forget he only offered one). But Asano would let the memory failure slide, just this once. After all, they were an excellent second place prize.

(Omake: “You finally got the photo with Akabane then?” “Why is he even keeping that outfit? Weirdo.” “Let’s see then!”

Asano had never run so fast in his life. If anyone sees these, I’m as good as dead!)

#Asano Gakushuu #Akabane Karma #Ansatsu Kyoushitsu #Assassination Classroom #Karushuu Week #Honestly take the omake however you want #Dorky pose or dumb snapchat filters to whatever filth your mind makes up #Its all up to you folks #But I've wanted to write this for A G E S