I really like asano. Do you think that he would've turned out different if he had someone to show and give him the love and guidance he barely got? I know he's perfect but I still feel like there's a place in his heart that needs care and longs for love maybe?
It's funny that you ask this question the same day I was re-watching the ep regarding the principal's past. I was thinking that "if the principal didn't become psycho, Gakushu could have turned out such a nice guy."
I do think Gakushu would have turned out differently if his dad never went insane. It's hard to say whether or not Gakushu craved for his father's love or attention since the story never went too deep into his character. We can only speculate. I do think he wishes he at least had his father's attention.
In chapter 119, we get a small scene of Gakushu explaining the dynamic between him and his father before and after school.
It's not his father explaining it, It's Gakushu. Now we could just interpret it Gakushu just simply explaining this odd dynamic with his father and the author doesn't intend to go any deeper than that.
But, let's go a little deeper since I like to overthink.
As Gakushu is eating, you can see him looking at his father, not looking particularly happy, while Gakuho doesn't even acknowledge him and does look pretty content.
To me it seems like he's waiting for his dad to say something, or just upset that his father is barely acknowledging him when he's literally right in front of him. That must stings.
So when he says, "Whenever there wasn't anything particular to learn, we never held any conversations." It almost sounds like he hates that.
In chapter 123, after Gakuho smacked his son for the first time, Gakushu laughs and says this:
He said finally. This tells me that Gakushu did crave for his father's attention. At home, he doesn't want a teacher, he wants a father. Gakushu was written to be a perfect student, but he is still a kid at the end of the day who wants the attention of his father. Gakuho raised Gakushu to be this strong and perfect student and Gakushu took that to heart. Even when he starts to disagree with his father's teaching methods, he still does agree with the whole concept of being the best.
In their last scene together, Gakuho tells his son that he won't stop growing as a teacher and as a parent and Gakushu smiled at that.
So, yeah, in short, I do believe Gakushu does crave for his father's attention. For his love? Most likely.
Themes: Unrequited requited love, slow burn, Emotional Fallout, Misplaced Trust, friends to lovers, love lost and refound over time, angst, hurt, gendered terms used, adult language. Gakuho Asano x f!reader
Note: Okay, I am just in the mood to simp for him. I can't find another fic, and an emotionally repressed writer has needs.
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It’s the Demon
The words that threatened to slip past your well-mannered lips were bitten back as logic seized control.
You dove behind the curtains and dropped to the floor, knees hitting the cool wooden boards with a graceless thud. The impact stung. It didn’t matter.
Your hands trembled against the grain. Your breath came in shallow bursts.
And outside, the rotting porch creaked.
Why?
Why was he here?!
Too late to pretend you weren’t home. Too late to run. He would’ve anticipated both. He always anticipated both.
That cursed mind of his was razor-sharp, cruelly calculating, and had always made sure you felt off-balance.
Very much by design.
The knock came.
Measured. Polite. Calculated.
Not too loud. Not too long.
Just enough to stir doubt. Just enough to seem like nothing sinister waited on the other side.
But you knew better.
No matter how human his face, it was no man who stood at your doorstep. It was a monster—a centipede in a suit, all poison and quiet venom. One that watched. One that pounced at the first flicker of weakness.
And you were already on the floor.
Yet you knew that if you didn’t answer, punishment would come. Sooner or later.
After all—your ex-husband was nothing if not vengeful. The divorce. The custody hearings. The way he’d weaponized charm and influence and crushed you in court while smiling.
You flinched just thinking about it.
Darling, marry someone boring. You’re too nice for that one.
Your mother’s voice—long buried—echoed up from the grave. You hated that she’d been right. You hated that her final laugh lived in your head rent-free.
The world was rarely kind to those who were.
And unfortunately, you were.
Helping others had always come naturally. You didn’t do it for applause. You did it for the quiet joy—the glow that came from seeing someone smile because you made their day a little easier.
That’s why you chose the job you did. Guidance counselor. Simple, grounded, often thankless—but nothing else had ever fulfilled you like it. You could’ve gone anywhere. Done anything. Your grades and university offers proved it.
But you chose to serve.
You never understood why others didn’t see the value. Why they didn’t stop for the old woman struggling with groceries. Why they didn’t notice the man running late for a job interview. Why no one else seemed to see the stray cat stuck in the tree.
And then he came.
Gakuho Asano.
Kunugigaoka used to be a decent place. A strong academic school. A future-maker. And you loved it, the students, the structure, the ability to help.
And, of course, the staff hallway chatter.
He was the topic more often than not—the cram school teacher with sharp features and perfect posture. Mysterious. Impeccably mannered. Handsome in a way that made the other women giggle behind folders.
You’d been charmed, too. He didn’t seem ruthless. He seemed thoughtful. Attentive. Kind.
You were so sure he was kind.
The day it started, you were locking up your office when you found him waiting outside, casually flipping through a well-worn British novel. You froze. Not just because he looked breathtaking with the dying light haloing his form—but because you recognized the book.
One you’d mentioned in passing. A single breathless rave about its structure and foreshadowing to a colleague in the lounge.
He had noticed.
That alone should’ve been the first warning.
“Talk with me?” he asked, skipping the honorifics, a smile twitching the corners of his lips.
You remembered how your breath caught. How your cheeks flamed.
And now, years later, that same voice, lower, older, dangerous, cut through the present and pinned you to the floor once more.
He said your name.
You couldn’t answer.
Your throat clenched around memory after memory, bitter and soft and shattering.
It was infuriating—how time had only refined him. How charming he still sounded. To others.
He said your name again.
“I know it’s been a while,” he continued gently, “but I was hoping you’d return my messages. I understand your apprehension.”
His voice was still honey and silk.
And arsenic.
Like like a knife slipped beneath ribs, gentle but fatal, came the real blow:
“I’d like to take you to dinner. With Gakushuu, of course.”
The bait.
You nearly laughed. Nearly screamed.
Your son. The one you hadn’t been allowed to see for nearly three years. The one who’d been turned into a chess piece. The one this man used only when it suited him—in court, in PR, in cruel reminders that you had lost more than a marriage.
Rage flared, sudden and alive.
You clenched your fists, nails biting your palms, but your voice, traitorous, trembling, refused to come.
There was a pause outside the door. A shift.
And then, strangely, softly, his voice changed.
“I can understand that you may not want to speak to me. I’m going to leave Gakushuu’s number. If you want to speak with him, I’m sure… he’d be glad to hear from you.”
You didn’t move.
You didn’t trust it.
Click. The sound of a heel turning on old wood.
Then stillness.
An awkward pause.
Unusual. Unsettling.
Asano was never unsure.
Then like a thread unraveling, his voice dropped.
“I’m sorry.”
The words dropped like stones.
You froze. Mouth parted. Stomach tight.
“I’ve recently realized I’ve made… many mistakes. Some that can’t be undone. Especially with our son.”
You shook. Silent tears soaked your shirt, but you didn’t speak.
Couldn’t speak.
You’d heard pretty words before.
You’d fallen for them before.
You’d trusted him.
And he’d destroyed you.
He’d destroyed your job, your finances, your reputation—slipped knives into every conversation, whispered poison into places no one could trace. And when you begged for it to stop, he watched.
Because you were kind.
Because he knew you wouldn’t fight back.
Then, softly, softer than you could bear:
“I love you. I always have. Always will.”
“I’ve made a thousand mistakes, but my worst was becoming someone who couldn’t protect you from myself.”
You felt the sob lodge in your throat.
You wanted to believe him. You wanted to run to that door. To cling to the shadow of who he was—who he could’ve been—once.
But you didn’t move.
You couldn’t move.
“I hope one day,” he added quietly, “I can say it to your face. That I can make things right. I want to eat dinner again. With you. With our son.”
Footsteps.
Silence.
Gone.
Only then, when the last echo of him vanished, did you finally cry.
You didn’t open the door.
You didn’t call his name.
You just curled tighter on the floor, and wept like something in you had shattered all over again.
Because no matter how much you longed for the man you thought he was…
So I’m currently rewatching season 2 of Assassination Classroom, but in German since a few years ago I had to watch it with English subtitles and Japanese dub so I got excited and decided to watch it in German. Definitely not just to hear Karmas’ and Gakushuus’ voices in German
And I happened to see a scene of Gakuho and Gakushuu talking in Gakuho’s office season 2 episode 4
Where Gakuho is holding a basketball.
The thing is that, at first, the ball was held by Gakuho, and later on he threw it at Gakushuu with a LOT of strength, making Gakushuu flinch and if he wasn’t fast enough to catch it, he would get hit by it. #Cancel Gakuho Asano
But, as you see in the picture, there is a big gap between them. Also, Gakuho is holding the ball again, meaning shuu threw it back as shown in the episode (EP4S2 - 20:28), and the ball fell of more like flew directly into Gakuhos hands. He indeed did not flinch, tho he gently gasped, which could mean the fit was hard.
What I’m trying to say is that, Gakushuu is maybe 14-15 y.o at that time, and they are throwing around a basketball which might mean Gakushuu is in a Basketball club or some sort. Tho what I’m leading to is the gap between them. So much space. There are many ways to shot a ball, Overhand Throw, Underhand Throwing Motion, Two-Hands chest Pass and the Overhead throw.
Shuu threw the ball with the Overhand Throw. With just one hand, he managed to create a such fast and strong motion, which caused Gakuho to gently gasp (he still caught the ball without flinching). The ball managed to fly such a long distance with such speed and force, straight into Gakuho’s hands. A perfect straight line through the office.
What I also want to add is that the ball, after Gakuho caught it, gave a breeze to his hair which confirms the force with which Gakushuu threw the ball. A 14-year-old with such incredible strength, as he did it completely effortlessly amazes me. However, his frowny face, narrowed eyes might indicate hatred for his father.
I just thought this scene was very interesting as well as I would love to get deeper into it what could stand behind Gakushuus strength when it comes to clubs. I have the feeling that he indeed joined a Basketball club?
What I have just thought of while writing this, is that when Gakuho was young, he played basketball with his three students a lot. Rikuto Ikeda, one of his students was a huge basketball fanatic. To look at it more logically, it seems to me that Gakushuu at the time where Gakuho was teaching his three students (who were in middle school so probably age 14), Gakushuu was at that time around 4 years old? What if Gakuho liked Ikeda so much, that even Ikeda’s passion and love for basketball made it pass to Gakuho and he taught Gakushuu to play basketball? Just a thought because Gakuho seems to force a lot of pressure on Gakushuu, and Gakushuu is definitely in a couple of clubs which might be very time consuming, considering his abilities and strength.
I really admire Gakushuu in many ways; I like his way of thinking, and his honesty, even when it comes to school exam battles and so on, his hard work is paying off and he is able to kick his opponents asses with no problems. He is also very, very intelligent. If I hadn’t watched Assassination Classroom, I wouldn’t be as eager to study and learn as I am now, and it’s all thanks to Gakushuu, so it made me very happy to analyze this moment in this episode.
How the AssClass teachers would react to you coming out
Korosensei - super supportive, would buy you a pride flag. If you’re trans he’d buy you a chest binder or fake breasts. Would give a lecture on any homophobic family members. (I headcanon him as FtM trans and omnisexual so he’d probably be like “Oh same!” to make you feel like you’re not alone)
Ms. Bitch - Also supportive, probably bi herself. Would drop kick homophobes.
Karasuma - “Okay.” Would be supportive but confused, would add your pronouns to your student charts. Gets confused on nonbinary and researches it when he gets home.
Takaoka - “[bullies you] oh shit your pronouns are they/them? Okay. [bullies you using they/them pronouns]”
Happy Birthday Gakuhō Asano! He is now 46 if you count the years before 2019 — either way he’s old. I know I’m a day late, I wasn’t feeling well yesterday.
I like Gakuho because he was very funny and his backstory was definitely un-expected for me. So I figured I’d at least draw something for his birthday.
