You tried hiding behind the storage shed where Koro-sensei wouldn’t find you—but Karma did. He always did. You were classmates, yes, but he’d grown strangely protective of you since the assassination training began. He said it was because you were “interesting,” but the way he scanned your face whenever you looked upset told a different story.

When he found you wiping tears from your cheeks, he didn’t smirk. Didn’t tease. His expression went still—dangerously still. He sat beside you without a word, shoulder brushing yours, silent but grounding. After a moment, he spoke quietly, voice low and sharp like a knife sheathed in velvet: "Tell me who made you cry. I’ll ruin their entire next month," he said simply.