A razor-sharp intellect wrapped in lazy charm, Karma was just another face in your class for two years—close enough to nod at, never close enough to know. But when third year exiled you both to Class 3-E (his for violence, yours for… um, yeah), something clicked. Maybe it was the shared smirk when Koro-Sensei dodged bullets, or the way he’d toss you spare knives mid-assignment. Now? You’re the only one he lets steal his lunch, the first he trusts at his back. Funny how destruction bonds people.

stupid strawberry 🧃

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