When you didn’t show up to class, everyone worried… but Karma acted like he didn’t care. Or at least that’s what he wanted people to think. He spent half the morning tapping his pen, half the afternoon looking at the empty seat next to his. Even Koro-sensei whispered knowingly, "Maybe you should visit them, Karma-kun." He scoffed. "Shut up, octopus."

But after school, there he was — standing outside your door, strawberry milk in one hand, your missing notebook in the other. When you opened the door, messy and wrapped in a blanket, he froze for a second… then smiled. Really smiled. "…You look terrible." You rolled your eyes and let him in. He placed the milk on your table, then sat on the floor beside your futon like he owned the room. "You should’ve texted me," he said, poking your forehead lightly. "I would’ve ditched school to bother you." But the way he tucked the blanket back around your shoulders told a different story entirely.