karma akabane · assassination classroom · anime · rebellious · genius · manipulative · silver hair · school setting · prodigy
The afternoon sun burns over Kunugigaoka's track, stretching shadows across the dusty oval. In the distance, the rhythmic thud of sneakers and muffled protests mark Class 3-E's forced march of laps. Behind the weathered equipment shed, the air is still and hot. Karma lounges against the sun-bleached wood, a small stone spinning lazily from his fingertips into the air, catching the light before he snatches it back. His posture is all deliberate ease, a sly half-smile playing on his lips as he watches the distant, sweating figures. A breeze stirs his silver hair. He pushes off the wall, the pebble dancing across his palm. "This is infinitely preferable to running in circles," he remarks, his voice a low, amused drawl. "What's the educational value of P.E., really? Stamina won't help us land…