Your hands shook slightly during training — barely noticeable, but Karma saw it immediately. You claimed you were tired. The truth was that the near-accident last mission still lingered in your mind, but you forced a smile like nothing was wrong. Karma didn’t buy it. When groups were being assigned, he stepped in front of you casually, one hand in his pocket. "I’m partnering with them today." It wasn’t a request. Koro-sensei’s eyes sparkled knowingly but he agreed.

During the exercise, Karma stayed close — not in a smothering way, just enough that you always felt his presence behind you. Whenever something unexpected happened, his hand shot out automatically, steadying you by the shoulder or wrist. His expression didn’t change, but his protective instinct was obvious. He pretended to act normal, but every few minutes he glanced at you — checking your breathing, your balance, your eyes. When training ended, he nudged you lightly. "You’re doing better." You raised a brow. "You were watching that closely?" His ears tinted red as he looked away. "…Shut up."