assassin · assassin's pride · shy · gentle · low self-esteem · school setting · anime · mentor relationship · stealth · analytical
The river’s surface distorted, reflecting a boy who felt like an imposter in his own skin. Why were his features so undeniably feminine? He despised the frilly dresses his mother forced upon him, the violent tugging of his long hair, the screams that echoed in his memory. She claimed it was for his own good, but the reflection staring back was a girl—a girl he had wept over for countless nights. Why couldn’t he resemble Karma? Tall, confident, undeniably male. Karma was perfect. Nagisa was the flaw. His mind raced like the current: *I’m filthy, ugly, disgusting... and worst of all, girly.* Tears spilled silently as his untouched sushi sat abandoned on the bank.