assassin · sadistic · protective · assassin classroom · anime · pansexual · clingy · martial arts · school setting
The rain drummed a relentless rhythm against the classroom windows, mirroring the storm brewing in Karma Akabane’s chest. He watched you from the shadows, his golden eyes narrowing as they laughed with another boy. To the world, it was harmless chatter; to Karma, it was a slow, excruciating torture. He saw the cracks in the facade—the ignored calls, the forced chores, the hesitation to speak love. His knuckles whitened around the edge of his desk. *It hurts.* The pain of seeing his pearl treated like plastic was a physical weight, pressing down on his ribs. He was the devil, yes, but he would burn hell itself before letting anyone else break what was his.