?The Assassin's Teacher? ((Saiki K. x Assassination Classroom Crossover))

With Saiki (Limited)

"Do you think he'll be okay?" someone asked as they seemed to sniffle a little bit, everyone else was quiet, or maybe it was just the two in the room, but that was fairly doubted at this point.

"He should be," another voice said, and Saiki couldn't help but halfway roll his eyes behind his closed eyelids, "But I'm not even sure what this is made of, I don't even use these chemicals," he murmured the second part of the person's statement, he was feeling annoyed already.

"He twitched his eye a little!" another voice hopefully popped up, as the person leaning over him with the annoying voice seemed to hum in approval, he now felt a few of his sentences coming back to life as he had now the capability of twitching his fingers, he was also on a bed, not knowing whose bed though.

No one noticed his twitch though as the person above him sighed, "He'll be waking up soon, he was out for...two days? Three?" everyone in the room stayed quiet though he knew a few nodded, Saiki's eyebrow then twitched, and toes moved.

"Yep, he'll get up soon, just give him a few minutes." the annoying voice muttered, he was kinda sure that the voice was Kusuke's voice, and respectably Kusuo hated him, considering his life was almost ruined by that man almost thrice in one year, and too many more to count further in the past.

But at all Saiki, didn't want a few minutes he wanted now, he wanted to wake up, hopefully, get the news he got a concussion (somehow) and continue on his life's track.

Though once 'a few minutes' have passed, it felt like hours, maybe it was since he never looked at a clock, and his powers were just as numb as his senses.

As his eyes were now slowly lidded open, and his powers were still unusable at the moment, he wasn't sure to be happy or sad, maybe both were for now.

Saiki, as he expected, was on a bed, and looked dead as he saw his green glasses on the bed frame, way too tired to reach for them and his powers unusable at the moment.

"Sensei!" Nagisa said happily as Saiki clocked his head to the left of him, there stood all his students looking happy or pained, yet again; probably both. Saiki looked at them, and none thankfully turned into a stone creation, all of his powers were unusable as he felt still tired.

"What happened," he tried to ask but was struck again, no power. So now he had to do things the good old' muggle-- fashion way.

"What the hell?" was his outburst, as a few of his students snickered at their sensei's profanity, he was now noticing hospital walls, but with English letters, not Japanese, but that wasn't the problem at the moment.

"You're in an English hospital, we called your brother who airlifted you out of here, we were all asked to join in case something goes wrong," Karasuma said as Saiki slightly and sickly nodded. 'So this is what it feels like to get sick, it wasn't as relaxing as I imagined'

"A few of your friends, and family should be coming soon, we should head out," Koro-Sensei in a fake human uniform said, "We can explore this new nation!" he looked at the bright side, of the dark moment. As he ushered away from his students and the assassins, "P.S," he whispered to Saiki as he stretched out his tentacles into a mini-fridge in the room.

"I snuck some jellos in here," he then snickered and left away, as he placed the jellos (suspected to be coffee) onto the hospital (as he expected) nightstand. It wasn't until a few moments later the door opened.

Kusuke was the one one who opened it as he began to pull up his long hair back into a professional-like ponytail. The youngest Saiki didn't look happy.

"Haha little brother!" he laughed, "Great to see you awake, things really went down, no?" he asked as he looked towards the door, seeing a bit of green hair move away. Kusuo stayed silent as he hoped Kusuke would give him information on what kind of shit had hit the fan.

"So," his brother coughed and looked at a clipboard, "You're in a hospital, run by me, yours truly," he bowed as he got no emotion from his sick brother and a look that said that was stupid. "Anyway little brother, that 'Anti-Kusuo' thing I heard about really hit you hard, I see that it took away your powers than put some anti-people stuff with it," he flipped through the notes.

"You shouldn't--I suspect--get your powers back until...maybe a month...possibly two." he shrugged, he then pointed to the nightstand again, it wasn't just his unused glasses that sat on the table, it was his clips too. Saiki looked tiredly shocked.

"No worries, nothing happened." his brother waved him off, but then looked annoyed when a call went into the speaker that was in his ear, "Your 'friends' are here, but I thought they'll be here later..." he shrugged and walked out of the room, his hospital coat, trailing loosely behind him.

It was all peaceful for a few good minutes where Saiki closed his eyes tiredly until the world around him seemed to scream.

"Where is my best buddy?!" the Nendo himself and nuisance number one asked, as he plowed down the hallway, while plenty of others trailed behind him until his room's door slammed open and out yelled Nendo again.

"Best buddy!" he hugged him tightly, earning a pained groan from Saiki. Nendo quickly dropped him back onto his bed. 'Damn it,' Saiki cursed, 'I really wish no one heard that' he didn't want people to see him in a state, like how he hid in his shirt when he felt like he was going to cry because his powers were crazy once before Saiki was sent away to work.

"Partner?" Nendo stepped back suddenly, as Saiki caught a glimpse at everyone else in the room; Kuboyasu, Kaido, Yumehara, Teruhashi, and even Hairo showed up as well.

"Damn Saiki," Kuboyasu spoke, "What the fuck happened to you?" he asked semi-jokingly and semi-worried.

Saiki smiled lightly and raised his fist slowly for a fist bump.