Assassination Classroom Uniform Novels & Stories

Quickly, I got out of bed and drew my curtains apart to let more light in before heading to the bathroom. After a refreshing morning shower, I got dressed in the school uniform that had been delivered the evening before. The uniform consisted of a crisp white blouse with a Peter Pan collar and short sleeves, paired with a pleated navy blue skirt that fell just above my knees. A thin, golden pin on the blouse bore the school's emblem – a stylised letter "A" intertwined with a laurel wreath. I slipped on my black knee-high socks and polished black shoes, feeling a sense of pride and finally feeling like I belonged in school as I dressed in the attire that would help me fit in more with the oth

Madelyn was dressed in her high school uniform. The Ventrocloud High School uniform wasn't like the usual baggy uniforms in most schools. Instead, it was a sophisticated black ensemble that looked very authoritative. Even her shoes and backpack were different from the regular ones. They were made of exclusive material to stand out from the common ones.

Monday came faster than expected and all students were dressed smartly in their school uniform which was a combination of light blue short sleeved shirt and grey slacks for the guys and a grey flared skirt which was just above the knee for the senior girl and pinafore for the junior girls. Jewel wore her uniform and complimented it with black high tops sneakers, her white socks showing. Her tie was loose around her neck and her hair was packed in a donut bun. She was just stuffing her back pack with books when Henrietta walked in.

“However, I would suggest you make it a male acquaintance; the genders do not share quarters.” Before Kilvic was an arrangement of long desks rising from the front of the room all the way to the back where students sat in uniforms of purple and black with an insignia against their left breasts; the colors of the kingdom. The teacher wore a red robe as he spoke over a table holding tools Kilvic assumed were required in the teaching of the class. But while similar tools were in front of each student, he noticed they paid them no attention. Instead, most of their faces were contorted in concentration as they focused on the space between their hands held out as if holding an imaginary skull of s

I shut the door and see Jasmine leaning against the wall, observing the students close to us. "Damn, we look stupid wearing these uniforms, she straightens her stance and puts her arms on my shoulder. "Let's take the stairs, I can't have a bunch of preppy students up in my space and in my ass in that elevator." "Jasmine, not everything is about your ass," I retort. She gives me a look, "Have you seen my ass, Charll?" Shaking my head, she's such a crackhead sometimes. Jasmine and I sign out of our dormitories and walk to school. Yesterday, we were all informed that there will be a grand assembly today. They required us to come in early and to wear our proper uniforms.

Pretending that he cared. We said good bye to them after having such a great time. I wish I could spend more time with them. But kevin's lab attendance was too low and he need to attend it. We had to leave. We entered the lift, it was full of boys. Creep boys. I looked at my dress. I was wearing high waist denim with a string top along with see-through shrug. I felt uncomfortable. For a second I thought of exiting the lift and taking stairs instead but kevin pulled me back in the lift, I shoved myself in the corner. He came and stood in front of me. This is the gester i was craving for. I blushed.

I say with a smile, we moved to our next class and we took a seat next to each other. I noticed some new students walking in, Calesti was the only familiar face in this place, and I knew that I wasn't running, and I wasn't being watched by the mean teacher, everyone had their uniform on, but they wore it a lot differently than me, on them it looked cool, they had shorter skirts, rolled up sleeves, and jewelries on, I thought those wouldn't be allowed in here, but most of them wore them, the cool kids. I avoided their eyes, I didn't want to be on their radar, and I saw Calesti doing the same, the class started and we paid attention to the teacher, now this teacher wasn't too bad, she was nice

It was questionable enough that a vampire—who not only ruled over thousands of his kind but was destined to lead millions—was harboring a werewolf. "Ah... well, not really. They probably accepted me because my grades are good," I reasoned. After the morning classes, we had a one-hour lunch break—just enough time for us to rest and chat. While in the canteen, I noticed many students wearing pins on their uniforms. "Wait, why do so many students have pins on their uniforms? What are those for?" "Ah, those? You see, influence and connections are everything at this school," Aida answered.

“You’ll have your general training first, then majors separate. Hurry or you’ll be late.” I ducked into my room and changed quickly. The black uniform fit like it had been stitched to my skin—tight, structured, highlighting every curve I didn’t particularly want highlighted. The fabric clung to my hips and shoulders, and the high collar gave me an edge that made me look sharper than I felt. I pulled my hair into a high ponytail, checking my reflection briefly before stepping out. When I stepped back into the room, both girls froze mid-conversation. “Stars above,” Ferna whispered. “You’re in combat and war strategy?”

Counting the hours until Monday morning. Sunday night, I pack my school bag with manic attention. I choose my underwear , black, lace , with a conspirator's smile. No one will see them. Except perhaps the one for whom it's a silent message, a reminder beneath the uniform. I fall asleep with difficulty, my mind alert. Monday. 6:45 AM. I'm already dressed. The uniform , pleated gray skirt, white blouse, navy blue V-neck sweater , feels like a disguise. A ridiculous armor over my secrets. The marks are less vivid but still visible. I cover the one on my neck with a little foundation. The others remain hidden.