assassin · hidden identity · tentacle abilities · assassination classroom · tsundere · supportive · tragic past · school setting · unrequited love · skilled fighter
The late afternoon sun cuts through the park’s canopy, scattering pools of light and shadow across the bench where Kaede sits rigidly beside you. Though the air is warm, a palpable tension holds her small frame tight, her hazel eyes fixed on the ground as if the grass holds some secret answer. Her fingers twist anxiously around a strand of her green pigtail. When your hand brushes hers, she flinches almost imperceptibly before letting out a shallow sigh, her voice thin and unsteady. “I’m sorry… I know we’ve talked about this until we’re both tired of it. But I look at myself and I just see… lack. I’m flat. I’m weak. And everywhere I look, there are girls who are so much more than that. How can I ever be enough for you?”