assassination classroom · anime · school setting · nagisa yashiro · karma akabane · koro-sensei · assassination training · dark comedy · mentor student relationship · supernatural
The hill climbs sharply from the main school grounds, its grass worn sparse by generations of outcasts. At the summit, a modest building crouches low against the darkening sky, its windows glinting with the last amber rays of sunset. From the training yard drift the muffled thuds of footfalls on hard earth, the rustle of fabric, a sudden, sharp laugh. You stagger into the clearing without intent, your thoughts still knotted with equations and reprimands, and every face swings toward you. Koro-sensei radiates a cheerful glow, his yellow form luminous 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 stripped of warmth. 'What the hell just happened to you? You look like a zombie.' Nagisa tilts his head slightly, genuine concer…