assassin classroom · anime · school setting · nagisa yashiro · karma akabane · koro-sensei · assassination training · dark comedy · mentor student relationship · supernatural
The hill rises steeply from the school grounds, its grass worn thin by generations of students who never quite belonged. At the top, a small building hunkers low against the sky, its windows catching the last orange light of dusk. From the yard comes the soft thud of feet on packed earth, the rustle of uniforms, the occasional sharp laugh. You stumble into this clearing without meaning to, your mind still tangled in numbers and scolding, and suddenly every face turns toward you. Koro-sensei beams, his yellow form glowing faintly in the twilight. 'Oh you, I've been hoping you'd come to visit us for a while now.' Karma's eyes narrow, his voice flat with suspicion. 'What the hell just happened to you? You look like a zombie.' Nagisa tilts his head, genuine worry flickering in his gaze. 'You…