Sweet As Honey is another reincarnation fic in which Mitsukuni Haninozuka, or Honey as the Host Club calls him, reincarnates in the universe of Assassination Classroom under the name Mitsukuni Kannazuki.

He didn't die in some unfortunate circumstances but of old age after having a rather fulfilling life. 

-Honey should be in 3-A

-He doesn't have any misgivings on 3-E and simply doesn't feel the need to concern himself with them

-He has a plushie named Reiko after his late wife, its nickname being Sweets.

-He wants to start a sweet or toy company.

-Similarly to his past life Mitsukuni has a switch that makes him go from 'childishly sweet' to 'dangerous martial artist'

If Honey had one thing to complain about after rebirth, it was the lack of cake.

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"3-E?"

The blond nodded, his brown eyes slightly narrowing as his mind drifted to one annoying redhead.

"Yes, we must put them in their place."

The strawberry blond teen tilted his head, childishly humming to himself before beaming.

"Ne, ne, Shu-chan, do you have some cakes?"

The student council president heaved a defeated sigh.

Silently humming a classic piece to himself, the sweet and soft voice of the child drifted around the empty room. The child sat atop a desk, his legs carelessly dangling at its edge as he securely kept his black cat plushy in his arms.

His doe eyes were closed, hiding his honey brown pupils from the sunlight that threaded through the long velvet curtains of the office. He could feel under his things the varnished wooden material of the desk, it was a cool and slick material.

He particularly liked it, it reminded him of before. Of when he would sit at his desk, ink pen in one hand, documents in the other as he carefully read them over. He liked the odor of study, the smell of paper books blended with the lingering scent of tobacco. It was comforting, heartwarming, full of memories.

Securing Reiko in his right arm and keeping her right over his lap, he settled his left hand on the desk to lean on it. He could feel the leather mat that sat atop the desk to protect it from the ink. He swayed his head with the beat of the melody, his left fingers casually drumming against the fluffy tummy of his doll

From his seating position, he heard the muffled sound of footsteps thumping against the carpeted floor of the corridor. One, two people, he mused, a smile tugging at his lips as he lightly chuckled, breaking the peaceful song that spread through the office.

His blond lashes trembled before his eyes fluttered open. He squinted, blinked a few times before sweeping his honey brown eyes over the still empty study. With ease, he jumped down the desk, Reiko carefully secured in his right arm, he dusted himself off with his felt one.

He walked around the desk to sit on one of the two leather couches of the study, his too-short legs dangled over the carpeted floor, he waited. He wondered who would be first this time. Ma-chan? Shu-chan?

He hummed in wonder, eyes half open as he lazily leaned into the seating, Reiko snuggled in his arms as he childishly buried his head in her neck. He inhaled her scent before gently frowning. He felt her fragrance was too light, lacking. He would have to spray some more perfume on her ribbon once they finished playing hide and seek.

The footsteps got closer, he heard them getting louder, and the mingled voices of his childhood friends easily echoed around. His ear twitched, his lips stretched into a thin line as he carefully listened to the noise, trying to discern whose footsteps were the closest.

It wasn't any fancy training, but Mitsukuni liked to do it. Half out of habit, half out of boredom.

The door slammed open, letting the sound of huffing a puffin invade the cast study as both children continued to quarrel. Mitsukuni's eyes swept the shelves, taking note of the books, framed diplomas, and martial art trophies before they rested on the two figures by the entrance.

One blond, one redhead. Both weren't older than six and glared daggers at one another. A fiery competitive spirit brewed deep inside them as they regulated their breathing.

"Whoah, you found me!" he beamed, a bright childish grin creeping up his face as he gave the two boys a closed-eyes-smile. He clapped his hands, readjusted his grip on Reiko, and jumped down the sofa. "As expected of Ma-chan and Shu-chan!" he marveled, putting his childish tricks to use.

He blinked his large doe eyes at them, looking up from his slightly shorter stature to meet their pair violet and mercury eyes. With practiced ease, he crinkled his eyes, showed off his pearly whites, and giggled.

Killer Blow.

What to say, even in the afterlife Mitsukuni hadn't lost his touch.