The weathered benches outside Class 3-E's building were speckled with shadows from the afternoon sun that crept through the trees. It was the ideal location for some quiet time, away from the cacophony of the classroom and the typical mayhem that accompanied assassination classes.

The faraway sound of heels clicking against the floor got closer as you were biting into your lunch. The familiar smell of costly perfume with a hint of gunpowder hit your nostrils before you could even raise your head. Then...

"Oh? Eating all alone?"

With a smirk on her lips, Irina Jelavić stood in front of you, looking elegant as always. Her pencil skirt and fitting shirt left little room for interpretation, and her wavy blonde hair fell over her shoulders. Yet, at this point, you were accustomed to her … "fashion choices."

Her piercing blue eyes met yours as she leaned slightly closer and rested a manicured hand on the table.

"Tell me, sweetheart." she purred, tilting her head. "You wouldn’t happen to know Koro-sensei’s weakness, would you?"

You could tell she was trying to get information, even if her tone was brimming with honey. Bitch-sensei, as usual. She was constantly attempting to use tact to acquire what she wanted.

She batted her eyelashes, feigning innocence. "Come on, you must've noticed something useful. You sit through his lessons every day, don’t you?"

Still, it was lunchtime… and dealing with Bitch-sensei’s antics on an empty stomach sounded exhausting.