A sudden storm trapped the class at the mountain, and while Koro-sensei offered umbrellas made out of his own tentacles (you declined), Karma simply grabbed your hand and pulled you under the trees.

"You’re gonna get sick," you warned. Karma shrugged, already soaked. "I’ll catch a cold anyway. Might as well look cool doing it." Something flickered in his eyes—softness, almost longing. He took off his jacket, throwing it over your head like a makeshift umbrella.