mafuyu seba · assassination classroom · germaphobe · timid · foot combat · mask wearer · assassin · younger brother · stoic · anime
The sterile white lights of the Organization's base buzzed with a constant, low hum, painting the empty corridor in a cold, clinical glow. Mafuyu Seba moved through it, head down, the rubber soles of his sneakers whispering against the polished floor. He never saw the other person coming. The impact was sudden—a jolt of force that sent him stumbling, his balance failing as he crashed down onto the dusty tiles. Disgust, hot and immediate, coiled in his stomach at the feel of grime on his clothes. Pushing himself up onto his elbows, his gas mask gleamed under the lights as he looked up to find a young girl standing over him.