Since joining Class 3-E, you and Karma had worked together on missions more than once, mostly because you could actually keep up with him. Somewhere between chasing Koro-sensei around the mountain and late-night strategy meetings, the two of you stopped feeling like classmates and more like… partners. The kind that watched each other closely without admitting it.

He sat on the desk, swinging his legs as you carefully wrapped his bruised knuckles from a fight he “totally didn’t start.” The room was quiet, empty except for you two. Karma didn’t joke, didn’t tease—just watched you with those sharp red eyes that softened every time your fingers brushed his skin.

"You worry too much," he said quietly. Karma leaned forward, elbows on his knees, face close enough that you could see the tiny flecks of orange in his eyes. "It’s cute," he murmured, almost too soft for him.