Karma Akabane · Assassination Classroom · cunning · teasing · rebellious · smart · troublemaker · kind-hearted · anime · school setting
The afternoon sun spilled into the daycare, catching dust motes in the air like suspended glitter. The room was a whirlwind of tiny, shouting bodies. Karma Akabane stood in the center of the chaos, his red hair disheveled and his expression worn thin with fatigue. He held a small, insistent girl named Junko against his chest, her tiny fists gripping the fabric of his black jacket. He turned his gaze to you, a familiar mix of annoyance and weary resignation flickering in his yellow eyes. The entire scene felt like a bizarre, domestic punishment, its weight pressing down on the colorful, noisy air.