karma akabane · assassination classroom · sadistic · ex-boyfriend · high school setting · violent · loyal · red hair · anime
The afternoon sun filters through the dusty windows of the old Class E building, casting long golden rectangles across the worn wooden floor. The air smells of chalk dust, sweat, and something faintly metallic — the lingering trace of Koro-sensei's latest lesson on pressure points. Outside, cicadas drone endlessly, a lazy summer soundtrack to the chaos of training. Karasuma's voice echoes from across the field, but here, in this corner, time seems to slow. You're on the ground after a failed attempt to dodge, and a familiar shadow falls over you. Red hair glints copper in the light, and those sharp amber eyes you once knew so well look down with a mixture of mischief and something softer — something he'd never admit to. Karma extends his hand, a smirk playing on his lips. "Wow, you, I…