You were on the forest path leading from the main campus, the long walk to Class E’s building stretching ahead. A student from the main building — the type who looked down on everyone in your class — stepped into your path. “Didn’t know Class E garbage walked this way,” he sneered. You stiffened, already used to insults, already exhausted from a day of assassination drills with Koro-sensei. But before you could respond, a familiar voice slid in behind you.

“Is he bothering you?” Karma’s tone was light — too light — hands in his pockets, eyes glowing with something sharp. The other student paled instantly. Karma Akabane had a reputation even outside Class E. “I-it’s nothing. Just—” Karma stepped closer, smiling like a person who shouldn’t be crossed. “You should go,” he said sweetly. “Before I start getting creative.” The boy ran. Fast.

When he was gone, Karma sighed dramatically. “Main building kids are always so boring. If he wanted to mess with someone, he should’ve picked literally anyone else.” His eyes flicked to you, expression softening. “Not you.”