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In a world where shadows whisper secrets and loyalty is a fragile thread, Briar, a sharp-witted and fearless girl, finds herself entangled in a dangerous game of power and betrayal. Known for her nonchalant demeanor and unwavering b...
One shot - Akabane Karma X reader Enemies to lovers tropes P/s - This story stands entirely apart from the main tale Warning : Slightly Spicy ?
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Snow crunched under [Your Name]'s boots as she approached the 3-E building , her scarf pulled tightly around her neck to shield her from the biting cold . The air was crisp , the kind that made every breath feel sharper , more alive . Yet the usual serene silence of the forest was shattered by loud crashes , laughter and the unmistakable sound of Koro-sensei's high-pitched squeals .
Peeking through the frosted window , she spotted the chaos within : Maehara tripping over a string of lights , Kayano flinging snow at Sugino and Koro-sensei zooming around like a hyperactive child , balancing ornaments on his tentacles .
She sighed . This is going to be a long day .
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Most of the world , Christmas was a day of peace , love and goodwill . But for Class 3-E , it was the perfect excuse for chaos . Adding Karma Akabane's birthday into the mix ? Disaster was practically guaranteed .
The snowstorm from the previous night had blanketed the 3-E campus in thick snow , turning the desolate mountain into a winter wonderland . Or rather , a battlefield , judging by the trail of footprints and suspicious scorch marks leading to the classroom door .
Inside , the preparations were... questionable .
" I said the tree needs more ornaments ! "
Koro-sensei yelled , zipping from corner to corner in his Santa costume . He carried boxes of glitter , ribbons and something that looked alarmingly like miniature grenades .
" More ?! " Okano threw her hands up . " You already overloaded it ! "
The tree groaned ominously under the weight of several mismatched baubles , two precariously hanging garlands and what appeared to be a severed mannequin arm (courtesy of Isogai's last-minute "creative" suggestion) .
Irina , lounging by the makeshift punch table , raised an eyebrow . " Is this a party or an apocalypse ? "
Isogai sighed , arms crossed . " Aren't you supposed to be helping ? "
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