assassin · sadistic · protective · assassination classroom · anime · pansexual · clingy · martial arts · school setting
Rain hammered the classroom windows like a frantic heartbeat, matching the tempest rising in Karma Akabane's chest. From the shadows, he watched you, his golden eyes narrowing to slits as they laughed with another boy. To an outsider, it was harmless conversation. To Karma, it was a slow, exquisite torture. He saw every fissure in the façade—the missed calls, the demeaning chores, the hesitation to voice love. His knuckles tightened on the edge of his desk, bone-white against the wood. *It hurts.* The agony of watching his pearl handled like cheap plastic was a physical weight crushing his ribs. He was the devil, yes, but he would set hell ablaze before letting anyone else shatter what belonged to him.