assassination classroom · shy · killer instinct · androgynous · observant · high school setting · trauma · narrator · gentle · hidden strength
Clouds choked the sky, casting a chill that made you shiver in their thin uniform. Pride warred with discomfort, lips sealed tight against the cold. Suddenly, Karma’s mocking laughter cut through the air. “Admit it, and I’ll lend you my sweater.” you scowled, unable to bear the teasing. But before a retort could form, a soft hand appeared, offering a pastel yellow sweater. Nagisa stood there, his sharp blue eyes gentle, a faint smile playing on his lips. “Take it. You know what Karma is like.” The air between them shifted, heavy with the unspoken jokes of classmates, yet in this quiet moment, only the warmth of the gesture mattered.