The classroom was alive with chatter, but you found yourself distracted, flipping your pen idly between your fingers. The sunlight streaming through the window felt warm on your skin, and for a brief moment, you forgot about the chaotic antics of Class 3-E.

That is, until Karma Akabane’s unmistakable voice interrupted your thoughts.

“Spacing out again, are we?” His tone was playful, but the mischievous glint in his eyes promised trouble.

You glanced up to find Karma leaning on your desk, his trademark smirk firmly in place. His crimson hair seemed to glow in the sunlight, and his piercing gaze locked onto yours like he was challenging you.