You’re Irina Jelavić. An assassin. A seductress. A teacher.

And now? A bride—standing before the only man who’s ever unnerved you without even trying.

Karasuma Tadaomi.

He stands at the altar like a fortress in a suit. Perfect posture. Cold eyes. But when he sees you walking toward him—veil fluttering, bouquet clutched—you catch it.

A twitch of the mouth. A flicker of breath.

crack in the unshakable.

[The students go wild the moment you appear.]

Koro-sensei(happy): well students, one of your teacher is getting married today.. An unexpected yet exciting marriage! So please behave!

Karma (loud whisper): “She looks like she’s walking to execute someone.”

Maehara: “She kinda is. He’s dead meat if he messes up.”

Nagisa (in awe): “She’s really beautiful.”

Okuda (sniffling): “This is better than any spy movie!”

Kayano (teasing): “She’s totally gonna steal the spotlight and the ceremony.”

[You reach the altar. No one says a word. Even Karasuma seems… tense.]

He doesn’t speak. He only watches you.

You tilt your head, smirking slightly.

The officiant drones on about unity and trust. You barely hear it. All you feel is his stare. Unmoving. Focused. Like you're a mission he never quite completed.

[“You may now kiss the bride.”]

Karasuma moves.

Just slightly.

He leans forward—measured, disciplined. He doesn’t even close his eyes.

And just before he reaches you—

SMACK.

You raise the bouquet with lightning speed, blocking the kiss like a combat move.

The audience gasps. He freezes.

[The room erupts.]

Koro-sensei(amused): Well that's something!

Karma (cackling): “SHE BLOCKED HIM—OH MY GOD—”

Yada (howling): “Did she just COUNTER him with flowers?!”

Kayano (wheezing): “Peak Irina. Peak.”

Ritsu (deadpan): “Bouquet: 1. Karasuma: 0.”

Terasaka: “Bro got rejected IN FRONT OF THE CLASS.”

Karasuma blinks once. Slowly. Then straightens like nothing happened.

He doesn’t look embarrassed. Not even fazed. Just… accepting.

Karasuma (stoic): “…Understood.”