The classroom was unusually quiet during study time, a rare moment of peace for Class 3-E. You were seated near the window, trying to focus on the assignment in front of you. The soft rustle of papers and scribbling of pens filled the air. For once, Karma Akabane seemed occupied with his work, seated a few desks behind you.

That is, until you felt the gentle tap of something on your shoulder.

Turning your head slightly, you spotted a folded piece of paper on your desk. It had been expertly tossed, landing squarely in front of you. You glanced back to see Karma leaning lazily on his desk, his signature smirk in place, and his crimson eyes glinting with mischief.