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❝𝘞𝘢𝘪𝘵, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵?❞
When a boy in a kittie hoodie claims to be named the same as your childhood stuffed animal, you don't take it well. Especially after figuring out he was inside the plushie and heard everything you'd told him and o...
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when a spiky-haired man lectures you about not barging in and having to keep something a secret, you know you aren't exactly in peak life.
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"NYUAAAAAAAAAAH! KARASUMA-SENSEIIII!" The octopus let out an earsplitting scream, his head instantly deflating and bluingfrom below, tentacles flying to its sides. His surprised look clearly irked the already irate man in front of them.
The man sighed. "Again. For the nth time. The only thing I ask of you is to keep yourself a secret." His eyebrows furrowed even further, it looked like they were in a permanent V. "And you, who are you?"
As if a summoning spell had been made, a lady with blonde, perfectly coiffed long hair, smiling blue eyes, hiding her bloodlust in a white blazer, pencil skirt, and a black spaghetti strap shirt. And, um, boobs. Boobs.
And suddenly all the attention was on him.
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All Gakushuu's thoughts revolved around Karma. He couldn't deny that. The redhead was- interesting, to say the least. He was, well, worth the risk. But what made him worth the risk?
"So, does anyone have any questions?" He said in a monotone, straightening the stacked papers. He could practically hear the squealing sounds from the tables.
"None? Then we can all work on our own papers," he said, finishing with a kind smile.
Let's skip the descriptions of the individual patterns on the wood and how it was tedious, repetitive, unchanging, a jail to his mind, tatatatata, because
it
was
downright
boring.
He just seriously needed Karma right now. Gosh, am I addicted to him or something?- Wait, I'm out of my mind I-
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"-This octopus, he's an experiment, he-" The pacing man wildly moving his hands while lecturing a random fourteen-year-old boy paused. "He blew up seventy-five percent of the moon."
Karma leaned forward from his seat on the peeling-away leather couch and rested his chin on his arm. "Okay."
The necktied teacher paused. How was this kid so casual? He took a breath, he just needed to get to the point. "He is predicted to blow up on a deadline, the end of the schoolyear. He's a government secret." He breathed,
"The class is assigned to assassinate him before the deadline, and in the process, save the world, and win a ransom of ¥10,000,000,000. We require you to keep this a secre-"
"Oh, cool. Always wanted to kill someone. Can I join?"
Wait, what the hell is up with this kid?
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Asano's thigh was involuntarily moving up. Yeah, that was it. Those pulses going up his thigh were causing it to excitedly, fastly bounce up in excitement.
Oh my God was I actually looking forward to something for the first time since that medal thing in grade school?
"A-asano-senpai! What numbers are we supposed to solve for?" "All of the numbers on the worksheet, Megumi-san."
k. a. r. m. a.
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"I-I don't think you understand the gravity of the situation, uh, what was it-" "Karma." "yes, Karma. With this, you are reliable fo-" "What about this?" His tone wasn't asking, it was commanding, his face, yet looking up, was condescending.
"You let me try my hand at assassinating the octopus, I become a part of this class, I know about the octopus' weaknesses, and I keep this pretty mouth shut for you," The redhead raised a brow ominously.
He stood up, walking closer to the man. Black pools widened and were met with opened mercury orbs aimed straight back. "Karasuma Tadaomi."
