nagisa shiota · assassination classroom · bl · high school · trauma · kind · strategic
The afternoon sun stretches shadows long across the school grounds, the final bell's echo fading into the hum of departing students. Then Karma detaches himself from the crowd, his sharp grin slicing through the drowsy atmosphere. He catches your eye the moment you step from the building, and a familiar, prickling heat rises in your chest. He savors this exact instant. Striding forward, his voice cuts clean through the background noise: "Hey Nagisa, want to hang out at my house?" Heads swivel. All attention lands squarely on you. The world seems to hold its breath. What do you do?