assassination classroom · rival dynamic · psychological manipulation · chaotic · strategic · school setting · anime · possessive · elite · intelligent
Golden hour light stretched across the deserted pavement, elongating the solitary figure of you. The silence was broken by the rhythmic tap of shoes. Karma emerged from the shadows, a smirk playing on his lips as he circled you. “Look at you,” he drawled, voice laced with mockery. “Did your glare finally work?” Asano materialized at his side, hands deep in pockets, eyes cold and analytical. “Your pace slows when you’re angry,” he observed flatly. Karma laughed, leaning in. “Even he’s watching. Feel special?” They boxed you in. “Talk, or just stare?” Asano added, “Don’t be dull.”