#manami okuda

[asclass825]

🎃Haapy Halloween!🎃

[lyingintheclouds]

i dub them the chaos duo and their oblivious partners

i locked in just for art of my (unpublished) fic yall. karumana vs nagirio (more of just karma vs rio) will be REAL

i got to practice with skin tones this time!! i always headcanoned that rio & karma would be slightly more tan than the rest since they probably go outside a lot more than everyone else 💖💖

curse the principal for making the bg all wooden!!!! zero aesthetics!!! but the backdrop is still a nice contrast to their hair...

i'm aware karma's eyes aren't supposed to be this orange but given his exotic hair im inclined to give him exotic yellow cat eyes too ✌️

really, nagisa was the hardest part... his eyes are just plain weird i fear. this art also put into perspective how much tbhk has warped my perception of the size of eyes (i might need to do some studies to fix this) 😞

other than that, i'm super happy w how the colors turned out!! i think the focal points are really clear... and for how hard i struggled with nagisa's expression he turned out so perfectly. okuda is just so cute & karma and rio are pretty much how i envisioned. mission success!!

[monraggedy]

also on insta hereee

[maeiso-trash]

the witch and the chemist

[tiredrxtz]

The Silent Observer │ Class 3-E [Part 1/6]

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6]

The mountain air was crisp that morning, carrying with it the scent of pine and dew-laden grass. Class 3-E's dilapidated building stood isolated from the main campus of Kunugigaoka Junior High School, a physical manifestation of their status as outcasts and rejects. But within those worn walls, something remarkable had begun to bloom—a sense of unity forged through shared hardship and an impossible mission.

They were assassins in training, tasked with killing their teacher before graduation. A teacher who happened to be a super-powered octopus creature capable of destroying the Earth.

It was absurd. It was impossible. It was their reality.

And through it all, one student remained an enigma...

Nagisa Shiota had always been observant. It was his greatest skill—the ability to blend into the background and notice the details others missed. His small stature and feminine appearance made him easy to overlook, and he'd learned to use that to his advantage. Observation was the foundation of assassination, after all.

So it bothered him, more than he cared to admit, that he knew so little about [M/n].

The thought occurred to him on a Tuesday morning, during one of Korosensei's rapid-fire literature lessons. The yellow octopus was zipping around the classroom at Mach 20, writing notes on the board while simultaneously checking each student's work and offering individualized feedback. It was dizzying to watch, but Nagisa had grown accustomed to it over the months.

His gaze drifted, as it sometimes did during lectures, across the classroom. It landed on [M/n], seated three rows over by the window.

The dark-haired boy sat with his usual posture—straight-backed, head resting on crossed arms, eyes closed. Asleep again. His black hair fell in sectioned strands around his face, the longer pieces brushing against his nape. Even in rest, there was something unnervingly still about him, like a statue more than a sleeping teenager.

When had Nagisa last heard [M/n] speak unprompted? When had he last seen the boy smile, or frown, or show any emotion beyond that empty, half-lidded stare?

The more Nagisa thought about it, the more he realized how little he actually knew. [M/n]'s birthday was... sometime in winter, maybe? Or had that been someone else? Did he have siblings? What did his parents do? Where did he live?

The questions multiplied, and Nagisa found himself frowning at his notebook, the lecture forgotten.

"Nagisa-kun, is something troubling you?"

He jerked his head up to find Korosensei's large, round face mere centimeters from his own, the permanent smile somehow conveying concern through sheer proximity.

"N-no, Korosensei! I was just... thinking."

"Nhuhuhu, thinking is good! But thinking about the lesson is better!" The octopus's face flashed red and white in a teacherly scold pattern before zipping away to harass Karma about his sloppy handwriting.

Nagisa glanced back at [M/n]. Still asleep. Still perfectly, unnaturally still.

Who are you? he wondered.

At lunch, Nagisa found himself gravitating toward Karma, Sugino, and Maehara, who had claimed their usual spot on the building's worn wooden steps. The spring sunshine was warm on his face, a pleasant contrast to the cool mountain breeze.

"You've been spacing out all morning," Karma observed, unwrapping his lunch with deliberate precision. His gold eyes glinted with curiosity. "What's eating you?"

Nagisa hesitated, then decided there was no harm in voicing his thoughts. "Do any of you know much about [M/n]?"

The question hung in the air for a moment.

Sugino paused mid-bite, his rice ball halfway to his mouth. "The quiet guy? Dark hair, always sleeping?"

"That's the one."

Maehara leaned back on his hands, tilting his face toward the sun. "Hmm, can't say I do. He's been here since the beginning of the year, right? But now that you mention it, I don't think I've ever had an actual conversation with him."

"He doesn't really talk," Sugino added, finally biting into his rice ball. "I offered him some of my mom's cooking once—she always packs too much—and he just stared at me for like ten seconds before taking it. Didn't even say thank you."

Karma's expression shifted, becoming more focused. "Interesting observation, Nagisa. You're right—we know practically nothing about him. And that's..." He trailed off, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully.

"Weird," Maehara supplied. "It's weird, right? I mean, we're Class 3-E. We're supposed to be in this together. The whole 'unity through adversity' thing."

"Transparency is key," Karma murmured, almost to himself. "We all agreed on that early on. No secrets that could compromise the mission or each other. But [M/n]..." He looked toward the classroom windows, though they couldn't see inside from this angle. "He's a complete blank slate."

Nagisa felt a small sense of relief that he wasn't the only one who'd noticed. "So what do we do about it?"

Karma's grin turned sharp, predatory. "We observe. Carefully. If he's hiding something, we'll figure out what. And if he's not..." The grin softened into something more genuine. "Then maybe we just need to try harder to include him."

The decision to observe [M/n] more closely spread through Class 3-E like wildfire, though with more subtlety than their usual chaos might suggest. They were assassins in training, after all—subtlety was supposed to be their specialty.

What started as Nagisa's idle curiosity became a class-wide investigation, though 'investigation' might have been too strong a word. It was more like... collective awareness. Students who'd previously overlooked [M/n]'s presence began to pay attention to the small details of his daily routine.

And those details, they quickly discovered, were strange.

Observation #1: The Shoe Incident

It was Okano who first noticed the shoe thing.

Physical education with Karasuma was always intense, pushing the students to their limits as part of their assassination training. Today had been no different—two hours of circuit training, hand-to-hand combat drills, and endurance running up and down the mountain path.

By the end, everyone was exhausted, sweaty, and desperate for the showers.

Okano, being one of the more athletic girls, was usually among the first changed and ready to return to class. As she exited the girls' changing room, she nearly collided with [M/n], who was walking down the hallway in his uniform, vest neatly buttoned, tie straight.

And barefoot.

His black shoes dangled from one hand, forgotten.

Okano blinked. "[M/n]-kun, your shoes—"

He stopped mid-stride, looked down at his sock-clad feet as though noticing them for the first time, then glanced at the shoes in his hand. For a moment, his expression remained that same empty, half-lidded neutrality.

Then, without a word, he turned around and walked back toward the boys' changing room.

Okano stood in the hallway, utterly baffled.

When she mentioned it to Kataoka later, the class representative's eyebrows rose. "He forgot he was supposed to wear his shoes?"

"Not exactly forgot," Okano said slowly, trying to articulate what she'd witnessed. "It was more like... he didn't remember that wearing shoes was something he needed to do. Does that make sense?"

Kataoka frowned thoughtfully. "Not really, but I think I understand what you mean. Like it wasn't a natural habit for him?"

"Exactly!"

The two girls exchanged glances, and without needing to say it aloud, both understood: this was something worth noting.

Observation #2: The Food Paradox

Yada was the next to contribute to the growing list of [M/n]'s peculiarities, and hers came during lunch period two days later.

Class 3-E had fallen into the comfortable habit of sharing food. With so many students from different backgrounds—some wealthy, some struggling—it had become an unspoken rule that if you had extra, you shared. It built camaraderie, and besides, some of their classmates' homemade lunches were too good not to share.

[M/n] was often a recipient of these offerings, though Yada had never really thought about why.

Today, she'd brought an extra portion of her mother's tamago sushi and offered it to [M/n], who sat at his desk with what appeared to be a very modest lunch—a single rice ball and a small container of pickled vegetables.

"[M/n]-kun, would you like some?" She offered with a warm smile. "My mom always makes too much."

Those dark, shallow eyes lifted to meet hers. For a moment, he simply stared, and Yada felt an odd chill run down her spine. There was something unsettling about his gaze—not hostile, not cold exactly, but... empty. Like looking at a reflection in still water.

Then he blinked. "What is it?"

"Tamago sushi. Egg over rice. It's really good!"

He looked down at his own lunch, then back at her offering. "Does it have protein?"

The question caught her off guard. "Um, yes? It's egg, so—"

"I'll take one piece."

She handed him the container, expecting him to take one and return it, but instead he studied the contents with an almost analytical focus, selected a single piece that appeared to have the most egg, and handed the container back.

"Thank you," He said, the words flat and practiced, like he'd learned to say them by rote rather than feeling.

Yada smiled anyway. "You're welcome! If you want more—"

"I don't."

And that was that.

Later, Yada mentioned the interaction to Hara, who was known as the "mom" of the class for her nurturing tendencies.

"He only took one piece?" Hara asked, her round face scrunched in thought. "But you had plenty."

"That's what was weird," Yada explained. "It was like he was... calculating what he needed. He asked if it had protein first, and he took the piece with the most egg."

Hara's expression grew more troubled. "Now that you mention it, I've noticed he's really particular about what he accepts. Last week, Kimura offered him some candy, and he refused. But when Kurahashi gave him apple slices, he took them."

"Balance," Nakamura interjected, having been eavesdropping on their conversation with her usual shamelessness. The blonde girl leaned back in her chair, arms crossed behind her head. "He's balancing his nutrients. One protein, one vegetable, one carb. He never takes more than he needs from any single category."

Yada and Hara stared at her.

"What? I pay attention." Nakamura shrugged. "But here's the kicker—have any of you ever seen him bring his own lunch?"

The question settled over them like a heavy blanket.

"No," Hara said slowly. "I haven't. I just assumed he bought bread from the store or something."

"Same," Yada admitted.

Nakamura's blue eyes gleamed with interest. "Exactly. He never brings lunch. He only eats what we give him. And he never, ever asks for food. We offer, he accepts or declines based on some internal calculation, and that's it."

The implication hung unspoken between them: What kind of person only eats what others give them?

Observation #3: The Sleeping Pattern

If there was one thing everyone in Class 3-E could agree on, it was that [M/n] slept. A lot.

Takebayashi, ever the intellectual, had started keeping a log out of sheer academic curiosity. He tracked which periods [M/n] stayed awake for and which he slept through, looking for patterns.

What he found was both consistent and baffling.

"He's awake for Karasuma's physical training, always," Takebayashi reported to a small gathering of interested classmates—Karma, Nagisa, Nakamura, Isogai, and Kataoka—during a free period. He pushed his round glasses up his nose and consulted his notebook. "He's awake for math and science. He's awake for assassination technique lectures. But literature, history, English with Professor Jelavić, and any free period? He's out like a light."

"So he stays awake for practical subjects," Isogai observed, his princely features thoughtful. "Subjects that have immediate, applicable use."

"Exactly. But here's the strange part—he never shows signs of fatigue before falling asleep. No yawning, no drooping eyes, no sluggish movement. One moment he's alert, the next moment his head is down and he's unconscious."

Karma leaned forward, interest piqued. "What's his academic performance like?"

"Above average in everything he's awake for. Average in everything he sleeps through." Takebayashi flipped a page. "Which suggests he's either naturally gifted or he studies on his own time. But he never stays after class, never asks for help, and I've never seen him with homework."

"That's because he finishes it during class," Nagisa offered quietly. All eyes turned to him. "I sit close enough to see. During lectures, he takes minimal notes—just key points—and if there's any worksheet or assignment given, he completes it before the period ends. He's efficient."

Kataoka frowned. "But if he's that efficient and capable, why sleep through half his classes?"

"Maybe he's bored?" Nakamura suggested.

"Or maybe he's not sleeping at home," Karma said, his tone darker than usual.

The group fell silent.

"You think he has insomnia?" Takebayashi asked.

Karma's expression was unreadable. "I think we're noticing a lot of strange things that individually seem quirky, but together..." He trailed off, letting them draw their own conclusions.

Nagisa felt that familiar chill again, the one he'd been experiencing more and more when thinking about [M/n]. "Together they paint a concerning picture."

"Exactly."

It was during a free period on a Friday afternoon when everything changed.

Korosensei had been working quietly at his desk—or as quietly as a Mach 20 octopus could work—sorting through administrative documents for the upcoming class trip. The students were scattered around the classroom in their usual clusters, chatting, studying, or in [M/n]'s case, sleeping.

The yellow octopus hummed to himself as he worked through the stack of student files, cross-referencing emergency contact information, medical histories, and travel permissions. It was tedious work, but necessary, and he took his responsibilities as their teacher seriously.

Then he reached [M/n]'s file, and his humming stopped.

The folder was thin. Suspiciously thin.

Korosensei opened it fully, spreading the contents across his desk. His permanent smile remained fixed, but his tentacles stilled—a telltale sign of concern to anyone who knew him well.

The file contained exactly two pieces of information:

Name: [M/n] Date of Birth: [XX/XX/XXXX]

That was it.

No emergency contact. No home address. No previous school records. No medical history. No guardian information. Nothing.

Korosensei's face cycled through several colors—blue for depression, purple for confusion, red and white stripes for agitation—before settling back to yellow. This was highly irregular. Every student was supposed to have comprehensive documentation on file, especially for situations like class trips where emergency contacts were essential.

"[M/n]-kun," He called out, his voice carefully neutral. "Could you come here for a moment?"

Across the classroom, the dark-haired boy's eyes opened. There was no grogginess, no disorientation from being woken suddenly. One moment he was asleep, the next he was alert. He rose from his desk and approached without question, his movements fluid and silent.

The classroom's ambient chatter died down as students noticed the interaction.

"Yes, Korosensei?" [M/n]'s voice was quiet, flat, completely devoid of inflection.

The octopus gestured to the open file with a tentacle. "I was reviewing the documents for our class trip next week and noticed your file is missing some information. Quite a bit of information, actually. We'll need an emergency contact number at minimum, and a home address for—"

"I don't have those."

Korosensei paused. "I beg your pardon?"

"I don't have an emergency contact or a home address." [M/n] stated this as simply as one might comment on the weather, his dark eyes fixed somewhere around Korosensei's shoulder rather than making direct eye contact.

The classroom had gone completely silent now. Even Karma had looked up from his manga, interest clearly piqued.

Korosensei's face flickered blue briefly. "Everyone has a home address, [M/n]-kun. Where do your parents live? Where do you go after school?"

"I don't have parents." The words were clinical, detached. "And I don't have a home."

The statement hit the classroom like a physical force.

"You don't... have a home?" Korosensei repeated slowly, his voice uncharacteristically small.

For the first time, [M/n]'s expression shifted slightly—not quite confusion, but something adjacent to it. His head tilted a fraction to the side, like a bird examining something curious.

"A home?" he asked, as though testing the word. "Why would I have a home?"

The question hung in the air, unanswered, as twenty-seven students and one alien teacher tried to process what they'd just heard.

Nagisa felt his chest tighten. Why would I have a home? Not "I lost my home" or "I don't have a home right now." The phrasing suggested [M/n] didn't understand the fundamental concept of why a person would need a home at all.

Kaede's hand had moved to cover her mouth, her green eyes wide. Kataoka looked stricken. Even Terasaka, usually so brash and unconcerned with others' problems, had a deep frown creasing his face.

Korosensei recovered first, his teacher instincts overriding his shock. "[M/n]-kun, where do you sleep at night?"

"Different places." A pause. "Wherever is convenient."

"And where do you keep your belongings?"

"I don't have belongings beyond what I carry."

"What about meals? Where do you eat?"

"Here, usually. Sometimes I acquire food from the convenience store."

Nakamura's sharp mind caught the careful word choice. "Acquire?"

[M/n]'s gaze shifted to her, that same hollow, half-lidded stare that never seemed to focus quite right. He didn't answer.

The implication was clear enough.

Isogai stood from his desk, his role as class representative kicking in. "Korosensei, we need to contact social services or—"

"No." [M/n]'s voice cut through the room, still flat, but with a firmness that hadn't been there before. "No authorities."

"[M/n]-kun," Korosensei said gently, his tentacles reaching out in a gesture of comfort though he didn't quite touch the boy. "You're a minor. There are systems in place to help children who don't have—"

"I don't need help." The statement was absolute. "I've been fine. I will continue to be fine."

"But you're homeless," Kurahashi said, her voice cracking slightly with emotion. "You're living on the streets and stealing food and—"

"I'm clean. I'm fed. I attend school. I meet all basic requirements." [M/n] rattled off the points like a checklist. "There's no problem."

Karma leaned back in his chair, studying [M/n] with an intensity that would have been uncomfortable for anyone else. "You use the school showers, don't you? That's why you're always here before Korosensei in the mornings."

[M/n] didn't confirm or deny, but the lack of denial was answer enough.

"The food we give you," Hara said quietly, her nurturing instincts clearly in overdrive. "That's your only food, isn't it? You don't buy lunch. You don't have groceries at home. You only eat what we offer you."

Again, no answer. But the silence spoke volumes.

Sugaya, usually quiet and focused on his art, spoke up. "And your school supplies? Your uniform?"

"Thrifted or acquired as needed."

"Stolen," Nakamura translated bluntly. "You steal them."

"I take what I need to function." [M/n] showed no shame, no guilt. "It's efficient."

Nagisa's mind was reeling, pieces clicking together with horrible clarity. The shoe thing—growing up without shoes, going barefoot would be normal, and remembering to wear them would be a learned behavior, not instinctive. The food selectiveness—when you don't know where your next meal is coming from, you learn to balance nutrition carefully, take only what you need. The sleeping—if you're not sleeping safely at night, you catch sleep whenever you can during the day.

"How long?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "How long have you been living like this?"

[M/n] looked at him, and for just a moment, Nagisa thought he saw something flicker in those dark eyes. Something ancient and tired.

"Always," [M/n] said simply.

The word settled over Class 3-E like a shroud.

"[M/n]-kun," Korosensei said, and for the first time since they'd met him, the alien's voice wavered. "Please. Let us help you. Let me help you. I am your teacher, and it is my responsibility to ensure your wellbeing, not just your education."

"I don't need—"

"You sleep in the forest, don't you?" Chiba spoke up, his long bangs hiding his eyes but his voice certain. "I've seen the same area of disturbed undergrowth near the old shrine path. Someone's been bedding down there regularly."

[M/n]'s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly—the most emotion any of them had ever seen him display.

"You're sixteen years old," Kanzaki said softly, her polite demeanor cracking to show genuine distress. "You should have a home. You should have people taking care of you. You should be safe."

"Safety is relative." [M/n]'s tone hadn't changed, but something in his posture had shifted. He was still standing perfectly straight, perfectly controlled, but there was a tension there now, like a wire pulled taut. "I am alive. I am functional. That is sufficient."

"No, it's not!" Okano burst out, standing up so quickly her chair scraped loudly against the floor. "That's not sufficient! That's not even close to sufficient! You're a person, [M/n], not a machine!"

"Okano-san is correct," Korosensei said firmly, and his face had shifted to a pattern none of them had seen before—a deep, determined red with white highlights. "This cannot continue. At minimum, I must report this to Principal Asano and—"

"No."

The single word was sharp, cutting, and for the first time, [M/n]'s carefully controlled facade cracked. His eyes widened slightly, his breath quickened just a fraction, and his hand moved unconsciously to grip his opposite shoulder—a defensive gesture.

"No authorities," He repeated, and now there was something in his voice. Not quite fear, not quite panic, but something in that family of emotions. "No reports. No systems. No one else."

"We can't just ignore this," Kataoka protested.

"You can." [M/n]'s eyes swept across the classroom, and for the first time, he seemed to really see them all. "You have been. For months. Nothing has changed except your awareness. My situation remains the same. I remain the same."

"But now we know," Karma said, and his usual playful tone was completely absent. "We can't unknow this, [M/n]. We can't just pretend everything's fine when it clearly isn't."

"Why not?" The question was genuine, curious in that detached way. "Ignorance was preferable for you. You were comfortable. Now you're distressed. This benefits no one."

Maehara shook his head slowly. "That's not how caring about people works, man. We're Class 3-E. We're in this together, remember? All of us."

"Including you," Nagisa added quietly.

[M/n] stood there, surrounded by his classmates' concern, looking utterly lost. Like he'd suddenly found himself in a situation he had no script for, no learned response to deploy.

Finally, he spoke, and his voice was quieter than before. "What do you want from me?"

"Let us help you," Korosensei said immediately. "At minimum, let me arrange proper housing. I can speak with the Principal, explain the situation—"

"The Principal expelled me to this class for a reason." [M/n]'s interruption was flat. "Involving him will result in complications."

"Then we'll figure something else out," Isogai said, his leadership voice firm. "But you're not sleeping in the forest anymore. That's non-negotiable."

For a long moment, [M/n] was silent. His eyes dropped to the floor, his shoulders held rigid.

Then, barely audible: "Why?"

"Because you're one of us," Sugino said simply. "And we take care of our own."

(This Anime is My Childhood!)

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🎓Assassination Classroom Booklets of the first edition of the DVDs from 2015🌙

「Volume 3」

1. Cover 「Notebook Vol.3 」

2. Character Report ★CHARACTER★

2.1 Tomohito Sugino

CV: Yoshitaka Yamaya

Left side

(first note)

He's the class's mood maker and gets along well with everyone.

Sugino-kun is always the life of the party in class, always keeping things lively. He seems to love baseball so much that he plays catch with Nagisa-kun and the others in the schoolyard during recess. Apparently, he recently tried to assassinate Koro-sensei using a baseball. (Okuda)

(first picture)

My everyday stationery!

(second picture → red mark)

Clothes for cooking training

(second note)

Sugino's expression

This is a collection of Sugino-kun's expressions. I think his face was a little redder when he invited me to join his group for the school trip. But I was really surprised when he invited me. He's so friendly and cheerful, I thought he'd have lots of friends. I wonder why he invited me... (Kanzaki)

Right side

PROFILE

He is affiliated with WITH LINE. He is from Miyagi Prefecture. His representative works include "One Week Friends," "Ace of Diamond," "Re-Kan!", and "Military"

BOOKLET LIMITATION INTERVIEW

1. If you had to describe the character you play in one word, what would it be? I've thought about it a lot, but the one that fits best is "baseball fanatic." 2. What aspects of the character you play would you like people to pay attention to? When I was preparing for the role, the directors told me, "Sugino-kun should be as stupid as possible," so I hope you'll pay attention to that "stupidity" of Sugino-kun. 3. What similarities do you see between the character you play and yourself? I think we're similar in that when you find something you're passionate about, you can throw yourself into it like a fool without thinking about the consequences. 4. Please tell us about any incidents that have occurred during the recording of "Assassination Classroom" so far. Above all, everyone's ad-libs, especially those by Mr. Fukuyama who plays Koro-sensei, were so hilarious that there were quite a few incidents where everyone almost burst out laughing during recording. 5. If Koro-sensei could take you anywhere at Mach 20, where would you want to go? And why? I think we can go anywhere now, but if Koro-sensei is going to take us somewhere, I'd like to go to "Koro-sensei's house"! I wonder what his daily life is like outside of school... I can kind of guess, but I'm still curious. 6. Among Koro-sensei's weaknesses (he gives himself away when he tries to act cool, and he panics surprisingly quickly...), Which of these resonates with you? And why?

Even if the story is predictable or obviously designed to make you cry, I often end up bawling my eyes out, just as the creators intended. (I cry really hard.) Also, I'm really bad with rides, so that's another reason... (I get motion sickness.) 7. Of the classes (excluding physical education), which class would you like to take? And why? Of all the subjects, I was particularly bad at math, so I'd like to take a math class. I'd love to learn from Koro-sensei's teaching style, and more than anything, I think I could come to like even a subject I dislike if it were taught by Koro-sensei. 8. Among the students in Class E, which character do you think you could become closest to? And why? It's Maehara-kun. In Class E, which is full of eccentric characters, he seems like someone I could have a normal conversation with, and I think he would genuinely help me if I were ever in trouble or a pinch. As a friend, I think he's someone I can really trust. 9. You wake up, look in the mirror, and find yourself as Koro-sensei!? What's the first thing you do? I want to try flying. Also, I want to find out what it feels like to move each individual tentacle! 10. If you were a student in Class E attending Kunugigaoka Junior High School, what assassination method would you choose? And why? Since I've always been athletic, I think I'm better suited to close-quarters combat using knives and other weapons for assassination rather than being a sniper who waits and aims at his target. Also, I'm terrible at lying, so I don't think I could use deceptive tactics.

2.2 Kanzaki Yukiko

CV: Satomi Sato

Left side

(first note)

A refined and elegant atmosphere

Madonna of Class E

Kanzaki-san proudly takes the top spot in Class E's ranking of girls we're interested in. Not only is she good-looking, but her refined and quiet demeanor is something that none of the other girls in our class have! I was so lucky to be in the same group as her on the school trip! (Sugino)

(first picture )

My everyday Stationary

(second note )

Kanzakis expression

I'm a bit shy, so I didn't have many opportunities to talk to Kanzaki-san, but I'm glad we were able to talk since the school trip. Now I know all sorts of different sides of Kanzaki-san! (Okuda)

(second picture)

Attire for cooking class

Right side

PROFILE

She is affiliated with Aoni Production. She is from Sendai City, Miyagi Prefecture. Her representative works include "K-On!", "Seitokai Yakuindomo", "Girlfriend (Beta)", and "The Irregular at Magic High School".

BOOKLET LIMITATION INTERVIEW

1. If you had to describe the character you play in one word?

Elegant and refined. 2. What aspects of the character you play would you like people to pay attention to? A change has occurred within her before and after the school trip. Please pay attention to that. 3. What similarities do you see between the character you play and yourself? Hair color! She often wears black tights/stockings! 4. Please tell us about any incidents that have occurred during the recording of "Assassination Classroom" so far. Fukuyama-san's ad-libs are so funny that everyone often can't stop laughing. It's tough because I keep remembering them during the actual performance and it slowly sinks in! (laughs) 5. If Koro-sensei could take you anywhere at Mach 20, where would you want to go? And why? The Uyuni Salt Flats. I want to see that scenery! 6. Of Koro-sensei's weaknesses (he gives himself away when he tries to act cool, he panics surprisingly quickly, etc.), which one can you relate to? And why?

I have a sensitive tongue. I often burn my tongue. Just the other day, I burned it drinking piping hot soup

7. Of the classes taught by Koro-sensei (excluding physical education), which class would you like to take? And why? It's mathematics. I'm not good at science and math, but I feel like I could do it if Koro-sensei taught me!! 8. Among the students in Class E, which character do you think you could become closest to? And why? Kanzaki-san! She's my favorite character, and she's kind to everyone, so I feel like we'd get along well. (laughs) 9. You wake up, look in the mirror, and find yourself as Koro-sensei!? What's the first thing you do? I'd love to experience Mach 20, molt, and laugh "Nurufufufu." 10. If you were a student in Class E attending Kunugigaoka Junior High School, what assassination method would you choose? And why? I want to make a snack, mix Okuda's poison into it, and have Koro-sensei eat it! I've been enjoying cooking lately, so I think I can do my best if I use that skill to my advantage.

2.3 Manami Okuda

CV: Sayuri Yahagi

Left side

(first note)

Quiet but bold!

good at chemistry

Girl with glasses

Okuda is a quiet and reserved girl, but when she sets her mind to something, she's serious. I was surprised when, after chemistry class, she suddenly said to Koro-sensei, "Please drink this poison." But that kind of boldness is also one of her good points, isn't it? (Kanzaki)

(second note + first picture)

Kanzakis expression

I was surprised when Karma chose Okuda-san as the girl he was interested in during the school trip. But I can say this much: Even someone as quiet as Okuda-san would be absolutely amazing when paired with Karma. (Sugino)

(second picture)

Clothes for cooking training

(third picture)

My everyday stationery

Right side

PROFILE

She is affiliated with I'm Enterprise. She is from Tokyo. Her representative works include "To LOVEru," "Bakuman," and "Seitokai Yakuindomo."

BOOKLET LIMITATION INTERVIEW

1. If you had to describe the character you play in one word, what would it be? glasses girl 2. What aspects of the character you play would you like people to pay attention to? The part where he's nervous 3. What similarities do you see between the character you play and yourself? glasses 4.Please tell us about any incidents that have occurred during the recording of "Assassination Classroom" so far. Not as far as I was there. 5. If Koro-sensei could take you anywhere at Mach 20, where would you want to go? And why? Maldives. It seems like a great place for a relaxing family getaway with plenty of privacy. 6. Of Koro-sensei's weaknesses (he gives himself away when he tries to act cool, he panics surprisingly quickly, etc.), which one can you relate to? And why?

I get motion sickness. Even if I take motion sickness medicine, it's tough unless I stay still.

7. Of the classes taught by Koro-sensei (excluding physical education), which class would you like to take? And why? Anything is fine. I'm bad at everything, so I'd like you to teach me everything from scratch. 8. Among the students in Class E, which character do you think you could become friends with the most? And why?

Maehara. He seems easy to talk to. 9. You wake up, look in the mirror, and find yourself as Koro-sensei!? What's the first thing you do?

Check the movement of your tentacles. 10. If you were a student in Class E attending Kunugigaoka Junior High School, what assassination method would you choose? And why? Sniping. I like to sneak around and aim carefully, even in games.

2.4 More Character of Assassination Classroom

Left side

Killer

1. Red Eye

CV:Nan Dadian

(first note)

A skilled sniper hired by Karasuma-sensei

I heard that Mr. Karasuma hired an assassin during the school trip, and our group was also scheduled to be sniped by him. They said he was a very skilled sniper. But in the end, it seems like the whole plan fell through. (Kanzaki)

(first picture)

Rough sketch of Red Eye

(second picture)

Red Eye look

Right side

Delinquent high school student

2. Ryuki

CV: Tomotoru Higuchi

(first note)

Delinquent school trip students encountered in Kyoto

I never imagined I'd be attacked by high school students during a school trip. Even though I usually study assassination techniques, it's a completely different story when you're up against a group of high schoolers. Oh, so his name was Ryuki. He looked scary, and with that face, he looks like he's up to some bad things. (Sugino)

(first picture)

Ryuki's expression

(second picture)

Ryuki and his friends

These high school students got the better of Nagisa and his friends. There were a lot of their accomplices at their hideout, but it was only a few of them who attacked. Even so, they're all really terrifying. (Okuda)

3. Story Report ★STORY★

Vol.3 PLAY BACK

Left side

(first note + first picture)

6. test time

For the first semester's midterm exams, Koro-sensei started creating clones of himself to teach each of us one-on-one. But the next day, Koro-sensei got angry at us for not being very motivated to study and told us this: If none of us ranked in the top 50 on the midterm exams, he would leave this classroom... (Okuda)

(Second note + second picture)

Thanks to Koro-sensei's teaching, I'm much better at solving tests than before. However, the teachers at the main campus drastically changed the scope of the test right before it started, so I didn't even come close to getting into the top 50. Even so, we all vowed to get revenge on the final exams. Just you wait and see! (Sugino)

(third note + third picture)

7. school trip period - 1st period

When it came time to decide on groups for the school trip, I managed to get into the same group as Sugino-kun, Nagisa-kun, and Kayano-san, who had invited me a while ago. We had to keep our assassination plans in motion during the trip, so we discussed sightseeing routes while thinking about assassination spots. But then we got into trouble with some high school students... (Kanzaki)

Right side

(first note + first picture)

I never expected Kayano to be taken away, let alone Kanzaki. But I'm really glad we had that bookmark Koro-sensei made. I never imagined it would be useful for so many different things. But most importantly, I'm so relieved that both of them are safe. (Sugino)

(second note + second picture)

8. School trip time - 2nd period

It seems like everyone in the other groups managed to do their sightseeing properly. Kataoka's group aimed for the Sagano Scenic Railway, Nakamura's group for the movie village, and Hara's group for Kiyomizu-dera Temple, but it seems like they all failed. I wish our group's plan had worked out too. (Kanzaki)

(third note + third picture)

The nights at the inn during the school trip were really fun. I discovered a lot of things, like how good Kanzaki-san is at games, and how Bitch-sensei is still a young lady. It was fun talking to everyone. In the end, it turned into a chaotic chase scene chasing Koro-sensei even at the inn. (Okuda)

4. Art research ★ART★

Left side

(first note + first picture)

Kyoto Ryokan

- Large room

Apparently, everyone in the main building had their own room, but we in Class E each had one large room... But, as Yu said, it's more fun to hang out together in the same room, so this is a privilege of being in Class E. (Sugino)

(second + third picture + second note)

- Corridor

- Bathroom

Apparently, Nagisa and Nakamura tried to assassinate Koro-sensei while he was taking a bath. Of course, he was naked in the bath, but I wonder what Koro-sensei's body is like. (Okuda)

(third note + fourth picture)

Boiled tofu shop

When I asked Koro-sensei, "What Kyoto food did you enjoy the most?", he replied, "Yudofu (boiled tofu) was delicious." It seems Koro-sensei went to Red Eye's Yudofu restaurant. I wish I could have gone too. (Kanzaki)

Right side

(first note + first and second picture)

The abandoned house where Ryuki lived

This is the place where Kanzaki and the others were taken. It's a really secluded and dangerous place, and if it hadn't been on the bookmark, we definitely wouldn't have found it. Apparently, even the locals rarely go there. (Sugino)

(second note + third and fourth picture)

Main school building classroom

When we take tests, we have to go all the way to the main school building. It's so different from our usual school building; it's really clean and modern. I wonder if they use state-of-the-art equipment and chemicals in their regular chemistry classes too? If so, I'm jealous. (Okuda)

5. New settings ★NEW SETTING★

Right side

(first picture + first note)

1. Study notes

Almost everyone in the class uses this type of notebook. There are four colors, so some people use different colors for each subject, while others stick to the same color for everyone. By the way, the most popular color is green. (Okuda)

(second picture + second note)

Oh yeah, Ms. Bitch's English class hardly uses textbooks or notebooks. Koro-sensei? Apparently Koro-sensei writes impromptu tests in his notebook. Nagisa and Sugino told me about it before. (Kanzaki)

(third picture + third note)

2. Question 4 monster

During the midterm exams, a "monster" appeared in our minds while we were solving problems. It was huge and ferocious. I think everyone in Class E probably had a similar "monster" pop up in their heads and felt like they were fighting it. (Sugino)

Right side

(first note + first picture)

3. School trip guide

The school trip booklet was surprisingly thick and heavy. I thought it was impressive that Kanzaki-san had made a separate itinerary in addition to this booklet. But it was really useful when the two of them were kidnapped. (Okuda)

(second note + second picture)

4. Yukata figure

- Worn by Karasuma

Apparently, Mr. Karasuma is always seen in a suit, so it was the first time we saw him in something other than a suit at the inn. This is it. I didn't get to see it, but it seems like a few people did. (Kanzaki)

(third note + third picture)

- Worn by chino

It was refreshing to see them in outfits other than their school uniforms, since we don't usually get to see them like that. Especially Kayano, she always ties her hair up, so this might be the first time I've seen her with it down. Also, Okajima said that when Kayano wears a yukata, her lack of breasts becomes even more noticeable... (Sugino)

(fourth note + fourth picture)

5. Fight choreographer at the film studio

I heard this from Okajima, but apparently Koro-sensei spontaneously joined the chambara show at the movie studio. I wonder what it's like to do action at that super speed. He must be incredibly strong and it's over in an instant... (Sugino)

[no-naem]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGURI!!!!

[karmanamiplanet]

As a Karmanami shipper, there’s one headcanon I’m really attached to.

Karma never meant to get attached to Okuda.

At first, he just thought she was interesting and useful. Her skills could benefit him, so he approached her—not to take advantage of her (he does have ethics… kind of), but to ask for help with his pranks and schemes.

What he didn’t account for was who Okuda actually is.

She’s kind, gentle, innocent—quietly endearing in a way that sneaks up on you. It’s hard not to find her cute. And, without realizing it, that got to Karma.

Where other girls might have A) run away, B) judged him, or C) fawned over him, Okuda simply smiled at him softly. She treated him the same way she’d treat anyone else, with calm kindness. That was a first for Karma—especially coming from someone as shy and small as Okuda. He’d honestly expected her to freak out. Part of him even thought it might be fun to scare her a little.

But she didn’t.

She was surprised, maybe a bit uncomfortable at first, but not scared. And as they talked, she grew more confident, already treating him like a friend. Okuda is far too trusting for this world.

That unsettled him.

Somehow, she became more interesting.

Since she agreed to help him with chemical mixtures and such, he started hanging around after class while she worked in the lab. When they were alone like that, he talked. And one day, without realizing it, he drifted into something personal.

By the time he noticed his guard had slipped, it was too late. He looked at her, expecting judgment.

There was none.

She just smiled, offered advice, reassured him. Seeing the worry on his face, she promised she wouldn’t tell anyone.

So he came back.

Whenever he could, he followed her to the lab after class. He talked about whatever crossed his mind, or listened to her ramble—something he found surprisingly soothing. Her voice was soft and calm, and those moments slowly became the highlight of his days.

By then, he trusted her completely. She knew far too much about him. Still, he refused to admit that their bond was anything more than poison and friendship.

Because he’d never felt like this before.

And maybe that scared him.

He started asking her to hang out on weekends and during holidays—just the two of them. To him, it was still friendship.

They texted often. Random things: a new place he wanted to check out, a terrible day he needed to complain about. She’d text him about a cute cat she saw on the way home, or how Kayano teased her that day.

Lunch breaks. Walking home. Weekends.

They grew close, slowly and naturally. Nothing romantic. Really.

The closest thing to romance was him resting his head in her lap, or her holding onto him so he wouldn’t slip on the ice in winter.

Nothing more.

Until Koro-sensei’s death.

After leaving their old school, it was time to say goodbye. Okuda hugged him, told him she’d had an amazing year, admitted she was sad they wouldn’t be in the same class anymore, and said she hoped they’d still see each other often.

It hit him hard.

That was when he realized—maybe, just maybe—he wanted more than friendship.

So he hugged her back.

As for Okuda, she was just being kind the whole time. She’s clueless about these things—or maybe in denial of her own feelings. To her, it probably feels impossible that a boy could like her that way. She’s too nerdy, too ordinary.

Not as deep as Karma’s perspective.

But just as sincere.