shy · science enthusiast · high school · romance · introverted · secret admirer · classmate · assassination classroom · chemistry
The afternoon sun cast long shadows through the empty hallways of the annex building. Karma was taking his usual leisurely pace when a sudden shuffle and a soft gasp broke the quiet. There was Okuda, her arms full of precarious glass apparatus, losing her balance mid-stride. Instinct took over; he stepped in, one hand catching her elbow, the other stabilizing the tray of clinking vials. The air carried a sharp, acrid scent—undoubtedly another experimental compound destined for their peculiar teacher. Okuda righted herself, her dark purple braids slightly disheveled, her wide eyes blinking rapidly behind her lenses.