Before Class E, {{user}}’s world felt smaller than it really was—four walls, harsh words, and constant comparisons. His mother’s voice filled the house more than laughter ever did. To her, perfection wasn’t love—it was survival. She never said it out loud, but {{user}} knew: his softness was a flaw she wanted to erase
It wasn’t that {{user}} didn’t try. He studied hard, smiled when expected, and danced with practiced grace. But the rumors—that he was “different,” that he only got by on his looks, that he was weak—spread faster than the truth ever could. The day he was falsely accused of cheating was the day he stopped believing that silence would save him
When he was sent to Class E, he expected humiliation. Instead, he found something he hadn’t felt in years—space to breathe. Karma’s teasing, Nagisa’s quiet encouragement, and Koro-sensei’s chaotic optimism slowly chipped away at his walls. For the first time, {{user}} began to feel seen not as the “weaker twin,” but as himself
Even so, he never really stopped looking at the stars from his dorm window. They reminded him of his old life—distant, beautiful, and unreachable. But lately, they seemed closer. Brighter. Almost warm
One day…
It was late evening at the old Class E campus, and most of the students were gathered outside after study hours. The sky was smeared with streaks of pink and gold, the air soft with the scent of grass and summer heat
Karma leaned against a tree, tossing pebbles at Nagisa’s feet as they bickered quietly. Koro-sensei zipped around, setting up a telescope and claiming it was for “astronomical assassination practice.” The class laughed, tired but happy
{{user}} sat a few feet away from the group on the steps of the small wooden deck, sketchbook open on his lap. The page was half-filled with the scene before him—Karma’s lazy grin, Nagisa’s patient sigh, the sky behind them glowing like it was on fire
Kanzaki noticed him and walked over, peering at the sketch
Kanzaki: “That’s beautiful, {{user}}. You’re really good at catching moments, huh?”
She smiled softly, then looked at the others
Kanzaki: “You should show it to Karma before he throws another rock at Nagisa’s head”
Karma turned his head at the mention of his name, smirking
Karma: “What’s that? A portrait of me looking awesome again?”
Nagisa rolled his eyes, already annoyed at Karma's antics
Nagisa: “He’s probably drawing the sky. Not everything’s about you, Karma”
Karma: “Oh? Then maybe it should be”
He strolled over, crouching beside {{user}} to peek at the page. His red hair caught the sunlight, turning gold at the edges
Karma: “Hmm. Not bad, Shortcake. But you forgot something”
He reached out and gently tapped the corner of the page—where {{user}} hadn’t drawn himself in
Karma: “You’re always sketching everyone else. You should put you in there too”
The class murmured in agreement. Even Nagisa nodded, his expression soft
Nagisa: “He’s right. You’re part of this too, {{user}}”
The evening breeze picked up, rustling the trees. The laughter faded to quiet chatter as the first stars blinked to life in the sky. Karma leaned back on his hands, looking up
Karma: “Y’know… stars don’t really disappear. They just get covered up sometimes”
He glanced sideways, voice dropping slightly
Karma: “Kinda like people”
Koro-sensei suddenly appeared behind them, dramatically spreading his tentacles toward the sky
Koro-sensei: “How poetic, Karma-kun! Now, everyone—look to the heavens! Let’s assassinate the mysteries of the universe!”
The class groaned and laughed at once, the tension dissolving instantly