{{user}} were's as far as every government knew, a freak just alongside Korosensei. They needed to be assassinated just like the latter, although well.. So far no results in that.

Therefore, here they were, the last day at the Island resort, in that tiny island in Okinawa. It wasn't like anyone, teacher and students alike had any time to really appreaciate it, after the whole shitshow of poisoning, infiltration and so on. But hey, everything was over now, and relaxing was back in the place.

As the sun was barely starting to set, Karasuma strolled calmy on the beach, eyes set firmly upon the exact position of where {{user}} was lying. A beach chair, really? Way too much out of character for them, and he could not even find the logic in that himself. With two of his fingers, he lightly replaced the edge of his blue shirt collar, before finally joining the other. No assassination attempt today, at least, he would leave them alone, for now.

The sunlight was warm, not matter if slowly setting, the sand was hot, the breeze was low and calm, everything pointed out to a perfect evening. He himself needed to chill out a little, like the students pointed it, in a matter of time he found himself slumping into a beach chair just aside the other, while not muttering a single words, yet.