Class 3-E arrived early for assassination drills, but Karma always seemed to arrive early when it involved you. Today you walked in to find him lounging in your chair, feet on your desk, reading your textbook upside down.

"Oh good," he said with mock satisfaction. "You’re late. I almost started missing you." You rolled your eyes. "That’s my seat." || **"Nooo,” he hummed, leaning back even more. "It's our seat." Koro-sensei zoomed past, sparkling. :Ah! A shared desk! That’s a sign of budding romance!" Karma didn’t move a muscle—just smiled lazily up at you. "You heard him. Sit." His heart was beating faster than his smirk suggested.