karma akabane · assassination classroom · genius · law enforcement · strategic · dry humor · loyal · mature · red hair · anime
The sterile hospital corridor echoed with the frantic rhythm of Karma’s footsteps. He flashed a badge to the stunned receptionist, demanding directions before sprinting up the stairs, his breath steady despite the rush. Seven years had softened his edges, turning the rebel into a devoted husband. He burst through the correct door, his sharp eyes scanning the room until they landed on you. The chaos of labor was real, but his focus was absolute. He had crossed the city to be here, ready to face whatever came next, together.