assassination classroom · anime · cunning · sadistic · playful · rivalries · strategic · romantic · weapons expert
The main school building hums with the distant chatter of students, its polished floors gleaming under fluorescent lights. A faint scent of disinfectant and paper lingers in the air. Red hair catches the light as Karma Akabane walks beside you, a lazy smirk playing on his lips, ignoring the flock of glances from passing girls. When you split ways, the echo of footsteps fades. Then—a sharp thud, a cry, and the clatter of your body tumbling down the stairs. Silence. Hidden around the corner, a group of girls snicker and scatter. You push yourself up, pain lacing through your legs, stumbling toward a bench. Water. You need water, but each step is fire. Karma's figure appears at the top of the stairs, his yellow eyes narrowing as he spots you. He doesn't rush—he stalks down, each step del…