Assassination Classroom Uniform Novels & Stories

RSMC was graced with beautiful ladies and handsome guys, they’re very smart in their uniform, the juniors uniform was the mixture of pink and cream, while the senior students own was the mixture of wine and sky blue. And I must accolade the person who made the combo of their uniform, because it’s very beautiful. Inside the hall some students were already sitted ,some sitting in pair while some were sitting single. ” get yourself somewhere to sit ” the teacher who led the js1 students said to them humbly before he got out of sight. Every student inside the cafeteria all got their gaze on the perfect one, I knew they were all mesmerized by her beauty. Some that were just making their way to th

she’s pulling me down the busy hallway and towards homeroom. “Woah...” My jaw drops as my wide eyes give into scanning the transformed classroom. The boys are arranging the round tables and plastic chairs while the girls are busy dressing the tables and distributing the outfits we’re all to wear. Blue jeans, a white shirt, and a chocolate-brown apron with the school logo embroidered over the pockets at the upper right and having our class beneath it.

Tessa pulls over a maroon long,flimsy coat over her body. "What's that?" I ask, knitting my shaped eyebrows in confusion. "The academy uniform. Yours on the table." Tessa says, shoving our class routine in her bag. "I'm not wearing that! It's so not stylish! It'll destroy my entire look!" I whine like a brat. Which I am,when it comes to fashion. "It's in the academy rulebook. Uniform is compulsory. And so is attendance on time." Tessa crosses her arms over her chest, glaring at me.

Weekends begin tomorrow and I am thinking of training but I guess I would have to postpone it until next week so everyone could rest. The door of the café then suddenly opened because I was kind of expecting that it’s Maven or someone, I know but it’s not. I automatically hugged myself. Last time, the crowd around are noisy but now everyone is so silent that I can feel my own heart beating in my chest Fourteen guys entered and they’re intimidating as ever. They are all tall, and their school uniform looks familiar. Black slacks paired with the same color coat, necktie, and a white polo inside.

Jenna’s POV It was the next day, and finally the day of my audition and the beginning of my comeback. I got up by six am sharp. I had my bath and put on the outfit I bought yesterday from Lais Baiton. I chose not to wear a black shirt with black leather pants because that was obviously what the other contestants were going to wear. I did not want to look like the most cliche version of a female assassin; in reality, assassins rarely wear black on black because black on black with a face mask and all rather attract attention instead of doing the desired effects. The assassins I had met in my past life loved to dress in the most simple and inconspicuous outfits.

Although I could feel his stares darting on my face from the driver’s seat and would just sigh at the very end. I liked my uniform because it was a mini blue striped skirt, white fitted long sleeves, with a pink ribbon tie on the top button. I was also wearing black two-inch heels, so it made me taller than I will ever be. I saw Karlo protesting about it through his gaze when I was taking mirror selfies in the living room, but he stopped himself from saying anything. I lost my hair and just clipped the sides of it, feeling like an Anime female character. “I’ll pick you up when you are done with your classes, okay?” he reminded me for the nth time when we stopped in the parking lot of the uni

The room was colored in pastel colors, there were even stars on the ceiling, it was made for a little, I ran toward the window wanting to see the view, even as a submissive I still love the height, I loved looking at the moon late at night, but the window was locked. "It's for your own safety Kaiden" mom says starting to unpack what little clothes I got from home, I won't need those much, uniforms are mandatory, we also had sleeping clothes and even lounge clothes with the school uniform on it. My uniform is made out of a black skirt, white shirt, blazer and finally a baby blue tie. It's the tie that says what category we are, baby blue for ones like me, green for pets, and gray for submissi

Amelia made a note of it. The students were already gathered in loose lines. Most wore their uniforms with minor adjustments: loosened collars, rolled sleeves, boots better suited to fighting than walking through halls. A few had removed their blazers entirely. One girl’s hands flickered with blue light. A boy near the center flexed his fingers, claws sliding out and back in like he was bored.

The room was lit up with yellow lights which looked like lamps. After surveying the whole room, my eyes landed on my uniform laid on the turquoise mattress. I carefully picked the clothes. The clothes consisted of skinny light blue jeans and a turquoise blue shirt with only a word "Alium" written in red, where normally a side pocket is situated. I was amazed, all the other school I had been to had hideous uniforms with skirts for girls and shorts for boys. Then there was an another piece of my uniform. They were a pair of black gloves, I was surprised to see them.

The spiral staircase that led to Professor Howl’s classroom was enough for me. There were only a few students who occupied the lobby, and I admired their uniforms. It was obvious the school colors were blue, white, and gold. Students wore white collared shirts, with blue blazers. Men wore navy blue pants and women seemed to be wearing blue and white skirts. Gold stitches outlined the hems of the skirts and on the breast of the blazers had golden letters that read LA. It was interesting because even though the uniforms were the same, they were all so different. Some skirts were longer, some were shorter. Some of the white collared shirts rested above the belly button and some weren’t. They we