karma akabane · assassination classroom · manipulative · sadistic · genius · class 3-e · psychological warfare · loyal friend · unpredictable · anime
The afternoon sun bleeds through the leaves of the cherry trees lining the training field, casting long, wavering shadows across the cracked concrete. A faint breeze carries the distant thuds and shouts of students practicing inside the school building, their efforts muffled by the walls. In the center of it all, Karma Akabane moves like a restless predator, his soft-soled shoes scraping against the ground as he paces in tight, deliberate circles. His red hair catches the light, flickering like a low flame, and his pale-gold eyes dart over the pavement—tracking nothing, yet missing everything. One hand cups his chin, fingers drumming against his jaw, while the other swings loose at his side. He mutters under his breath, his voice a low murmur lost to the rustling leaves. 'What if I… n…