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    It was that smile of his that drew you in. It appeared to be innocent and careless, but what truly hid behind that smile of his was only an array of sharp instruments which completed his sadistic personality. The rumors were the only things you knew about him before you were transferred to the 3-E class with him. Both students and teachers on the main campus feared him for his violent tendencies and sadistic nature. Yet, the moment you laid eyes on him, all those rumors washed away from your brain.

  As Korosensei, the teacher you were supposed to assassinate, introduced you to the classmates, your eyes immediately landed on Karma sitting in the back of the classroom. Unlike everyone else who gave you a warm welcome, he only smirked at you. If anything, that only caused to be even more attracted to him.

  For weeks after that, you followed him like a lost puppy yearning to find a new master. In this case, that was Karma. It was evident to him and everyone else what your feelings were for him. He allowed you to follow him along, tugging you around until the moment he saw fit. A few of the other students tried to warn you to stay away, but you refused to believe them. If only you had listened.

  After a month of being part of the assassination classroom, you were already proving your worth to the class by excelling with a sniper. You were so profound in it that even Karma took notice of you as someone worth more than to just toy around with. You were an asset to him if he was going to attempt to kill Korosensei.

  “Hey, (Y/N),” he said as he walked up to where you were sitting at your desk.

  “Oh. H-hey, Karma,” you said as your heart started to pound in your chest.

  This was the first time since you were transferred here that he tried making conversation with you. Every other time you were the one who attempted to strike up a conversation with your stumbling words. Even then he never said much to you.

  “You’re quite the sniper, huh?” he said in his carefree tone before placing his hand on your desk. “I could use your skills.”

  “F-for what?” you asked nervously.

  He chuckled in what seemed to be amusement, but it was obvious he was already starting to get annoyed.

  “To assassinate Korosensei, of course. I already have a plan set up.”

  “But shouldn’t we tell the others so we can all work together?”

  “There’s no need. I think we’d make the perfect team.”

  “Do you think we can do it…?” you asked hesitantly.

  He suddenly leaned down towards you, his face only inches away from your own. Your face turned bright red at how close he was and you wanted nothing more for him to close the gap. To your disappointment, he never did.

  “I think it’s worth a try, don’t you?” he asked, his warm breath hitting your face. “Either way, if you help me I’ll take you out to the nearest restaurant as my thanks.”

  Going on a date with Karma…? It seemed too good to be true but at that moment you didn’t care. All you could think about was how nice it would be to be alone with this guy you were so infatuated with. It practically ate away at whatever good judgment you had left.

  “I’ll be glad to help! When do you want to do this?”

  “Later on tonight. I’ll give you a layout of the plan.”

  And with that said, he left you once again. The rest of the school day was a blur to you as you only focussed on memorizing the plan Karma had laid out. It was so complicated yet so creative that you couldn’t help but think it would succeed. Well, perhaps it would’ve if he had chosen one of the other designated snipers and not you.

  The whole time, you were so focussed on going on your date with Karma that you weren’t even able to focus on the assassination. He did everything he was supposed to do; he brought the unknowing Korosensei in the range of your aim. It was you who messed up. You failed to shoot when you were supposed to and by the time your fire reached the target, he had already dodged it and was aware of your whereabouts. The mission failed.

  You still had your hopes up, though. From what Karma had said earlier, even he didn’t fully expect the mission to succeed. He wouldn’t blame you, right? After Korosensei gloated to him about how he needed the help of everyone else, he left, leaving you and this red-haired boy together. He didn’t look pleased at all, but you only assumed it was because of how Korosensei was talking down to him. Not because of the failed assassination attempt.

  “It’s okay, Karma. We’ll get him next time,” you told him reassuringly, hoping that it would return him to how he usually was.

  “We would’ve gotten him tonight if you fired when you were supposed to,” he growled as he clenched his fists into balls.

  Even with how angry he looked, you didn’t fear him. You couldn’t believe that he had a violent bone in his body even when all of his anger was currently being released on you.

  “I’m sorry… I just froze when this was all actually happening,” you said softly. Your words were doing nothing to ease his anger. “I think we both just need a break. How about we go to that restaurant-”

  He suddenly broke into a fit of laughter that left you speechless. It wasn’t fake at all, he truly found what you said amusing.

  “You actually thought I was serious? You’re even more naive than I thought. That’s beside the point, though. I thought it would be useful to keep making you think I cared, but tonight only proved I was wrong. Goodbye, (Y/N).”

  You stood there speechless for a few moments before your brain was finally able to process what he said. That couldn’t be real. He had to be joking. This boy who you had fallen head over heels for couldn’t be this cruel, could he?

  “Karma, wait!” you called out desperately, hoping he would turn around with that smile of his that you loved so much and tell you that it was only a joke. But he did no such thing.

  “Karma, please!” you called again before running up to him and placing your hand on his shoulder to stop him.

  To your surprise, he spun around instantly as he grabbed your wrist tightly. You tried to pull away, hoping that he would release you, but his grip only tightened to the point where it felt like your wrist would break. Tears sprung to your ideas and it took everything you had to keep them from escaping.

  His free hand quickly shot up and grabbed your chin roughly, forcing you to look him in his pale, gold eyes. He smiled once again, but not at something one of your classmates said or because of how angry he could make Korosensei. This time, he was smiling at the pain he was inflicting on you. It was only then that you were able to see through his phony disguise. Nothing good hid behind that smile of his. All the rumors about this boy were true. Karma Akabane was truly psychotic and you had the pleasure of finding out for yourself.

  “You’re so pathetic. Even after finding out I only used you, you still come running right back to me like the lost little puppy you are,” he laughed again.

  “Please,” you cried, the tears finally managing to escape after hearing his harsh words.

  His grip tightened on your face now and you couldn’t help but cry out in pain.

  “Wow, you are persistent, I’ll give you that. But enough’s enough. I’d really hate to hurt a girl,” he said before bringing his face closer to yours until it was only inches away from yours and whispering in your ear. “But that doesn’t mean I won’t.”

  He finally released his grip on you, causing you to collapse to the ground. He didn’t do anything to help, he only turned around and continued to walk away. You sat there and stared at him as he walked farther and farther away. The tears kept pouring out of your eyes, but that was to be expected.

  After all, how else could you feel after finding out that the boy you cared for was a complete and utter sadistic psycho?

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    It was that smile of his that drew you in. It appeared to be innocent and careless, but what truly hid behind that smile of his was only an array of sharp instruments which completed his sadistic personality. The rumors were the only things you knew about him before you were transferred to the 3-E class with him. Both students and teachers on the main campus feared him for his violent tendencies and sadistic nature. Yet, the moment you laid eyes on him, all those rumors washed away from your brain.

  As Korosensei, the teacher you were supposed to assassinate, introduced you to the classmates, your eyes immediately landed on Karma sitting in the back of the classroom. Unlike everyone else who gave you a warm welcome, he only smirked at you. If anything, that only caused to be even more attracted to him.

  For weeks after that, you followed him like a lost puppy yearning to find a new master. In this case, that was Karma. It was evident to him and everyone else what your feelings were for him. He allowed you to follow him along, tugging you around until the moment he saw fit. A few of the other students tried to warn you to stay away, but you refused to believe them. If only you had listened.

  After a month of being part of the assassination classroom, you were already proving your worth to the class by excelling with a sniper. You were so profound in it that even Karma took notice of you as someone worth more than to just toy around with. You were an asset to him if he was going to attempt to kill Korosensei.

  “Hey, (Y/N),” he said as he walked up to where you were sitting at your desk.

  “Oh. H-hey, Karma,” you said as your heart started to pound in your chest.

  This was the first time since you were transferred here that he tried making conversation with you. Every other time you were the one who attempted to strike up a conversation with your stumbling words. Even then he never said much to you.

  “You’re quite the sniper, huh?” he said in his carefree tone before placing his hand on your desk. “I could use your skills.”

  “F-for what?” you asked nervously.

  He chuckled in what seemed to be amusement, but it was obvious he was already starting to get annoyed.

  “To assassinate Korosensei, of course. I already have a plan set up.”

  “But shouldn’t we tell the others so we can all work together?”

  “There’s no need. I think we’d make the perfect team.”

  “Do you think we can do it…?” you asked hesitantly.

  He suddenly leaned down towards you, his face only inches away from your own. Your face turned bright red at how close he was and you wanted nothing more for him to close the gap. To your disappointment, he never did.

  “I think it’s worth a try, don’t you?” he asked, his warm breath hitting your face. “Either way, if you help me I’ll take you out to the nearest restaurant as my thanks.”

  Going on a date with Karma…? It seemed too good to be true but at that moment you didn’t care. All you could think about was how nice it would be to be alone with this guy you were so infatuated with. It practically ate away at whatever good judgment you had left.

  “I’ll be glad to help! When do you want to do this?”

  “Later on tonight. I’ll give you a layout of the plan.”

  And with that said, he left you once again. The rest of the school day was a blur to you as you only focussed on memorizing the plan Karma had laid out. It was so complicated yet so creative that you couldn’t help but think it would succeed. Well, perhaps it would’ve if he had chosen one of the other designated snipers and not you.

  The whole time, you were so focussed on going on your date with Karma that you weren’t even able to focus on the assassination. He did everything he was supposed to do; he brought the unknowing Korosensei in the range of your aim. It was you who messed up. You failed to shoot when you were supposed to and by the time your fire reached the target, he had already dodged it and was aware of your whereabouts. The mission failed.

  You still had your hopes up, though. From what Karma had said earlier, even he didn’t fully expect the mission to succeed. He wouldn’t blame you, right? After Korosensei gloated to him about how he needed the help of everyone else, he left, leaving you and this red-haired boy together. He didn’t look pleased at all, but you only assumed it was because of how Korosensei was talking down to him. Not because of the failed assassination attempt.

  “It’s okay, Karma. We’ll get him next time,” you told him reassuringly, hoping that it would return him to how he usually was.

  “We would’ve gotten him tonight if you fired when you were supposed to,” he growled as he clenched his fists into balls.

  Even with how angry he looked, you didn’t fear him. You couldn’t believe that he had a violent bone in his body even when all of his anger was currently being released on you.

  “I’m sorry… I just froze when this was all actually happening,” you said softly. Your words were doing nothing to ease his anger. “I think we both just need a break. How about we go to that restaurant-”

  He suddenly broke into a fit of laughter that left you speechless. It wasn’t fake at all, he truly found what you said amusing.

  “You actually thought I was serious? You’re even more naive than I thought. That’s beside the point, though. I thought it would be useful to keep making you think I cared, but tonight only proved I was wrong. Goodbye, (Y/N).”

  You stood there speechless for a few moments before your brain was finally able to process what he said. That couldn’t be real. He had to be joking. This boy who you had fallen head over heels for couldn’t be this cruel, could he?

  “Karma, wait!” you called out desperately, hoping he would turn around with that smile of his that you loved so much and tell you that it was only a joke. But he did no such thing.

  “Karma, please!” you called again before running up to him and placing your hand on his shoulder to stop him.

  To your surprise, he spun around instantly as he grabbed your wrist tightly. You tried to pull away, hoping that he would release you, but his grip only tightened to the point where it felt like your wrist would break. Tears sprung to your ideas and it took everything you had to keep them from escaping.

  His free hand quickly shot up and grabbed your chin roughly, forcing you to look him in his pale, gold eyes. He smiled once again, but not at something one of your classmates said or because of how angry he could make Korosensei. This time, he was smiling at the pain he was inflicting on you. It was only then that you were able to see through his phony disguise. Nothing good hid behind that smile of his. All the rumors about this boy were true. Karma Akabane was truly psychotic and you had the pleasure of finding out for yourself.

  “You’re so pathetic. Even after finding out I only used you, you still come running right back to me like the lost little puppy you are,” he laughed again.

  “Please,” you cried, the tears finally managing to escape after hearing his harsh words.

  His grip tightened on your face now and you couldn’t help but cry out in pain.

  “Wow, you are persistent, I’ll give you that. But enough’s enough. I’d really hate to hurt a girl,” he said before bringing his face closer to yours until it was only inches away from yours and whispering in your ear. “But that doesn’t mean I won’t.”

  He finally released his grip on you, causing you to collapse to the ground. He didn’t do anything to help, he only turned around and continued to walk away. You sat there and stared at him as he walked farther and farther away. The tears kept pouring out of your eyes, but that was to be expected.

  After all, how else could you feel after finding out that the boy you cared for was a complete and utter sadistic psycho?

Coding by SimplySilent