Under My Control {Karma x Asano}

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"And down!" Karma cheered, a chuckle escaping his lips.

The arrogant principal was down on the ground, his limbs spread out like noodles. His face touched the floor.

"What...Ha....How...?"

"There wasn't any rules against tasers now, were there?" Karma asked, standing up.

Asano stared in shock as they made eye contact.

"Oh. I really like that expression on your face, Asano-kun."

The redhead seemed like a monster in Asano's eyes, and he took a trembling step back as Karma walked over.

"I win." He said, smiling. "Which means you're mine for a full three months!"

"N-Nonsense! I never agreed to partake in this deal or—!"

"Shh." He said, putting a finger on his lips. Taken aback, and purely on instinct, Asano obeyed.

Karma moved his finger, and gently patted Asano's cheek.

"Now, this is just a secret between us, right? I wonder what would happen if Second-place's dad was found beaten by a Class 3-E student?" He chuckled, leaning forward. "It's a secret...right?"

Asano's heart beat 10 times faster than the clock ticking nearby. His breath came out in short, ragged pants. His eyes trembled as he looked away.

"Yes..."

"Good, good!" Karma clapped his hands together. "And you belong to me for three months, yes?"

No.

"Yes..."

Karma smiled, and licked his thumb, wiping a nasty cut on Asano's face. "Good, good. Well, I'll be leaving, then. Remind him about our deal for me, okay?"

The door creaked closed, and Asano's kneels buckled. His hands clenched into hardened fists as he regretted every single word that came out just seconds ago. His eyes led to his unconscious father, who was still spread-eagled on the floor.

"That damn Karma..."

(Time skip)

Of course, Karma just loves seeing the faces of his victims after he beat them in a fight when the odds seemed to stack up for his opponent. He practically lived on that.

So why shouldn't he visit the office of his favorite principal after 3 days?

Well, this wasn't the first time he's walked into the two Asanos during their bonding time.

Karma hummed disapprovingly as he firmly held back the principal's wrist. "I can't have you hitting Asano-kun like that. No good, no good."

"You..."

The older Asano released his wrist, and Karma helped his son up, who glared at him in return.

"You know Pops, you act so high and mighty for someone who got beat up by a middle schooler not too long ago."

"Hm. Well, I don't wish to sound like a sore loser, but you had a taser."

Karma shrugged. "There weren't any rules about tasers. Also..."

He lifted his sleeve and winked. There was a huge, purple bruise right on his arm like a blob of slime. "I was just returning the favor."

He turned to the strawberry-blonde and wrapped his hand around his wrist. "Well, I don't have the energy today to deal with you again. Keep your promise, okay? Let's go Asano-kun!"

Asano knew he couldn't do anything, so he followed the other boy out of the office, with a small, "See you later then, Mr. Principal."

Asano felt the shocked stares of the other students as he was practically forced to walk out of the school. His face burned an unhealthy crimson.