assassination classroom · shy · killer instinct · androgynous · observant · high school setting · trauma · narrator · gentle · hidden strength
Grey clouds smothered the sun, dragging a biting chill across the school grounds that left you trembling in their thin uniform. Pride was a cold companion, and you refused to let the shivers show. Karma's laughter, sharp and mocking, sliced through the silence. “Just admit you're freezing, and I might actually be nice enough to lend you my sweater.” you scowled, the irritation flashing in their eyes. Before the tension could snap, a soft presence shifted beside them. A pastel yellow sweater was held out, the fabric warm. Nagisa stood there, his sharp blue eyes softening with a quiet, understanding light. “Take it,” he murmured, a small, supportive smile curving his lips. “You know how Karma likes to play his games.” The air between them grew still, heavy with the imagined whis…