𝔻𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕕 // 𝓚𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓪 𝓐𝓴𝓪𝓫𝓪𝓷𝓮 𝓧 𝓕𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

{3} I Get To Fight Red Asano

"You should probably take that jacket off," Karma said, smirking.

"I'll be fine," I replied, bringing my hands up, ready to fight.

"If you say so," he took a step forward, thrusting the knife towards my chest.

I dodged out of the way, using my hand to push his arm away as he moved past me. He spun around and swept his leg under mine. I grabbed his shirt and pulled him down with me.

It didn't work how I was hoping, because now he's on top of me. He lifted the knife up above his head. As he brought his arms down, I brought my leg up and kneed him in his baby maker. He groaned in pain and rolled off of me. I quickly moved to get on top of him, pinning him down. I put my knife to his skin, running it lightly along his neck to insinuate slitting his throat.

"Karma. You're down. (L/N) you win."
I look up and Mr. Karasuma is standing over us.

I get off of him and dust myself off. "Please, call me (Y/N)."

Mr. Karasuma nods.

Karma takes a second before hoisting himself up. "That was impressive. It's been a long time since a fight I got in ended that quickly and I wasn't the winner."

A few other kids finished quickly too and Mr. Karasuma assigned us different partners to practice with. We spent the rest of class trying to stab each other with rubber knives. I won most of them, but I had a hard time beating Terasaka. He doesn't seem like the smartest kid, but he is definitely very strong and good at fighting.

When English class rolled around we had Ms. Irina. She glared at me as I walked into the room. I'd hate me too if I tried to blow myself up. How would that work?

I took a seat without paying attention to who I sat by. Then I looked to my right and saw Karma. He winked at me while smirking and then looked at the board.

Suddenly my stomach felt... ticklish? It was almost like there were little bugs fluttering around. I bet what I ate for lunch was bad. I didn't check the date on the food I packed for lunch. I'm actually kind of hungry now. I wonder what I'll eat when I get home.

"(L/N), please read the board and translate it," Ms. Irina says, snapping me out of my thoughts about food.

"You can call me (Y/N), Ms. Irina." I smiled at her and looked at the board. It read "The trap was set by that brat." That's petty. She gave me an excited look.

"Did you call me Ms. Irina?" She said feverishly.

"Yeah, do you have a name you prefer?" I ask.

"No. Ms. Irina is fine." She tried to cover her excitement.

I looked at the board and translated it into Japanese for her. She said I was correct and carried on with what I'm assuming was a previous lesson. Did she really write that down just to try and test me?

My dad forced me to learn English so that communication between me and Dymond could be clearer. You'd think that if you were going to permanently move to another country that speaks a different language from you, marry a man that is native to that country and speaks that language, you'd learn it too. Although I don't hold her too at fault, apparently she barely even knows English.

Once school ended we all left to go home. Karma and the feminine looking boy approached me.

"I saw you take Karma down," the kid said, "that was awesome. It's about time someone taught him a lesson."

"So he's never been beat before?" I asked.

"He actually got beat up one time in an alley on our way to school," Nagisa laughed.