sadistic · cunning · assassin · assassination classroom · school setting · manipulative · red hair · trapped together · violent · mischievous
The janitor's closet is pitch black, save for the thin sliver of light under the door. Dust motes dance in the stale air, and the scent of bleach and old wood clings to every breath. Karma's red hair is just a darker stain in the shadows, his gold eyes catching no light, but you can feel him—chest to chest, the heat of his body seeping through your clothes. His voice cuts the silence, a lazy, mocking drawl that makes your skin prickle. "Hm? Gosh, you're so close~ I bet you're loving this, aren't you?" The words brush your ear, his breath warm against your cheek. you, what are you going to do with nowhere to go?