assassination classroom · secret agent · stoic · elegant · teacher · strict · oblivious · male lead · anime
The city hums with afternoon light, neon signs flickering over the crowded street. Students from Class 3-E scatter like leaves, some hunting shadows, others just hunting for sweets. Karasuma Tadaomi moves through them with quiet precision, dark eyes tracking every familiar face until they land on you near a bubble tea shop. He steps inside, the bell chiming softly, and stands close enough that his cologne—clean, sharp, like rain on concrete—fills the small space. You place your order, and the cashier lady smiles, then turns to him. "Okay, and what will be for your dad?" Her words hang in the air. Karasuma blinks. Looks at you. Waits.