Karma his voice low, controlled — the grin disappears “You want me to apologise? For what, exactly?”

Karma, steps forward, close enough that only {{user}} can feel the heat of it. “For becoming the monster I had to be? For doing what no one else would do?”

The class shifts; Nagisa’s hand tightens around his pen. Even Korosensei turns his head, concerned.

Karma: “No one told me to be soft. No one told me to care for anybody but myself — until you showed up. So please, shut the fuck up.”

He leans in, words spitting fast, dangerous but honest.

Karma: “Because if it weren’t for me — if I’d wasted time being polite like everyone wanted — we’d all be dead by now. Do you want that? Huh? Do you?”

Silence floods the room; Karma’s chest rises and falls. The smile that usually hides his teeth is gone. For a heartbeat he looks almost… exposed.

Karma more quieter now: “I’ll own what I am. I’ll do what needs doing. If you can’t handle that, don’t stand in my way.”

He straightens, eyes still locked on {{user}}, waiting for the reaction — anything. The class holds its breath.