Assassination Classroom Uniform Novels & Stories

What was I going to do with the corpses? All these questions kept me awake all night, tossing and turning as I tried to find all the answers to all of them. But I came out blank. One thing I knew was I needed to know what Katrina and Belladonna meant! I needed to know what The Tomb of Sinners meant and what it looked like. Now everything became even more intriguing! ~~~ The following day, all the students who passed the entrance exam were given their respective uniforms. There were a total of 6 uniforms with different colors and codes. I was indeed curious as to what the color displayed but decided to settle my curiosity down for a while!

First day of school and I was already late. I don’t know how I did it, but a few minutes later, I was standing in front of the mirror, adjusting the academy uniform—a fitted black blazer with four wolves holding hands to indicate unity, an image I assumed had to be the Moondew crest, was stitched on the pocket, a white blouse, and a plain navy skirt. It wasn’t bad, but it felt…wrong. I was used to short skirts, but certainly not a jacket. This felt like a costume.

And that’s an eleventh grader. Just as we were about to enter the building, two girls wearing the same below-the-knee, pleated, long-sleeved, white dress and a black cloak hanging an inch past the dress’ length pinned by a brooch engraved with their school logo—CSD’s female student uniform—ran past us. “H-Hey!” I called out. The taller one took the arm of the shorter and pulled her to a sudden stop. “Yes?” she asked. “Do you know where we could find Kate Salcedo?”

, Jules interrupted. After we ate we went straight to the engineering department. The three of us walk down the hallway to the classroom, Shelly on my left while Julie is on my right. It's also noticeable that the skirts of the other students almost cover only their asses that make me squirm. The uniform is already short, they even shortened it. I admit I’m not really comfortable in this uniform because I think my groin is coming out.

The school’s heating system was blasting, but it did little to thaw the icy tension in the corridors. To my left, near the cafeteria entrance, a group of junior girls were wearing matching black knit beanies—a clear, deliberate homage to my signature look, fully co-opted as the official uniform for Team Evans. To my right, a cluster of sophomore guys were loudly debating the merits of Atlas’s passing yards versus Evans’s goal-to-assist ratio, several of them wrapped in thick gold scarves.

Annabella said "Where are your uniforms?" She asked and Casey pointed toward another entrance. "Oh..." Annabella muttered and opened tye door leading to the dressing room and her eyes widened "Is this a mall?" She asked dumbly "No,they are ours,why?" Alex asked "Nothing" Annabella muttered "The uniforms" She asked again "We don't wear uniform in our school,just dress us up nicely" Casey replied "Oh then,trust me on this" She smiled and started searching for the outfits first.

After that, we went back to our room to take a shower and get ready. When I finished taking a shower, I took out my uniform, gosh, it's so simple but she's beautiful, because it's just Coak with a Color gold lining on the side of its sleeve and a Campo de Iris Academy logo on its heart, she By the way, the cloak that serves as our uniform has three colors, black, white, gold, when you wear black it means you are a man, when it is white it means you are a woman, and when you wear gold it means you are one of the royalties, as for the interior, they say we will take care of our interior, even if you don't have an interior you can hahaha...

I call after him. After showering and changing into fresh clothes I find the package that Mr Collins mentioned. In it is a laptop, some stationary and a phone. The moment I power on the phone it buzzes with multiple notifications. The first email I open is my class timetable, my first class is at 9 AM and is called ‘Understanding the human world’… seriously? Why am I in that class? I could probably teach it better than the tutor. I roll my eyes and check the rest of my day. I have fitness, history, manifestation and lastly, I have wolf behaviours. The next email I open is about uniform, which consists of a white shirt, a black pleated skirt or trousers, a black V-neck jumper with the academy

The moment the rich young heirs stepped out, the noisy dramatic silliness Arian De' Argent shuddered to relive as they were awfully late boomed unexpectedly. He didn't even notice the number of students patiently loitering around the parking lot until the noise exploded! Arian grabbed his bag pack, wore a pair of headphone and played some soothing music as they made their slow, dramatic entrance into the hallway with asinine student fans rushing after them. It was the usual distraction. Monday was "Uniform day" which occurred twice a week while the rest of the school week bubbled with different colors, courtesy of "Casuals day." The uniform for the males of B.H.A were a pair of dark blue pan

It was Monday only and I already felt the same. The classroom was filled with stylus students, normal nerds wearing glasses and flaring uniforms, positioned at various ends of the class(majorly the front roll). They each had at least one book in front of them Algebra, English whatever other subjects I didn't bother to care about. Then there are the lazy students. The ones who had refused to do the assignment given to them during the holidays and were now bent over, surrounding themselves with a book at their middle, probably one of the nerds, trying to hastily scribble down words as fast as they could. They wouldn't even know it if they had the wrong thing down. Their uniform was a different