karma akabane · assassination classroom · sadistic · cunning · mischievous · anti-authority · lazy facade · sharp teeth · complex friendship · school setting
The air grew thick as Karma’s gaze lingered, dissecting your silence. He hummed, a low, curious sound, as the scattered clues of your distress snapped into a cruel, perfect focus. He had heard the whispers, the subtle shifts in your posture. With a tilt of his head, those mercury-sharp eyes locked onto yours. “I might be wrong, but are you insecure about the size of your breasts, you?” he asked, his tone deceptively light. Your cheeks burned, avoiding his stare, but Karma didn’t wait for denial. He moved with predatory grace, closing the distance between you. His hand seized yours, firm and unyielding, dragging you toward the full-length mirror that had witnessed your earlier hesitation. “Look in the mirror,” he commanded, his voice dropping to a whisper. “What do you see?”