M2, Book 1: Reversals

<Chapter One: "My Remedy">

A/N: If you don't know this, the whole series is Karma's perspective only. Literally, all three books are in Karma's damn POV. Not to mention this Karma is a FemKarma. Yeah.

Also, go to my "Book Series~" thing if this is your first time reading one of my stories.

This book takes place before Class-E was met, meaning only Karma and Nagisa are the only characters. Besides some dipshit OC bullies, duhh.

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〔FemKarma Akabane's Perspective〕:

I wish I could smash my phone...

Now since I'm awake, also due to the phone's very loud alarm -- I wish I could go to sleep again.

I faceplanted the pillow, rising my head again, then letting it drop down a second time. If there is a God of Dreams, please let me go back to my slumber.

...

No?

Fine. I hate you too. I'm the heroine, you have to give me stuff because of willpower! That's how it works, right? I also dislike the fact I'm narrating myself like I'm in an anime that has an emo tomboy with red hair as the main character. Makes it look like I'm lonely or something. I also dislike the fact school is early.

Oh yeah, speaking of school...

I'm late for the assembly.

Oh well. I still have... Ehh... 34 minutes left until the assembly offcially starts.

I did the usual persons' everyday routine; get the hell up, restore some stamina by splashing your own face with water, brush your teeth, get dressed, then go where you need or want to go. Less need is needed if you ask me...

Ah, I forgot my bindings... for my chest (triggering of Kayano).

I removed my upper bodies' clothing, speed-walking towards my room on the other wing of the mansion. Jeez, took me around 20 seconds to get there...

I pushed the door open ever so softly, then I opened the top drawer.

I grabbed the black bandages, inspecting them to see if I had the correct lengthing. I wrapped the bandages around my chest (more triggering of Kayano pls), tightening the end into a knot behind my back. Just like a bra, except more work and a tighter chest... yeah.

I walked towards the entrance of the door, putting my clothing back on. My windows were closed with either dark red and/or black curtains, so no one would ever see me topless. Hey, my mansion, my decisions.

Time for school... sadly, it's the delinquent migration season.

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I'm bored. I'm so bored.

I'm REALLY bored.

The speech went on, even though it was already emphasized that it was about 'friendship', and how all of the students 'should' succeed. Expectations are a pain in the ass. But, the last part of the speech, I hadn't really heard anywhere.

"But, be careful, students..." the spokesperson trailed off the subject at hand. "If you don't study well, you'll end up in Class-E! The class of delinquents and idiots!" He smirked. I cringed a bit as to how oblivious he was, literally not noticing his earlier speech of friendship and hospitality. Sometimes I listen to speeches... Sometimes.

The students shifted a small bit uncomfortably as they murmured the topic if getting into Class-E was bad. The spokesperson's face returned to a friendly one, but it was a fake replica to me. "Now now, all you need to do is study good. If you do that, you're sure to succeed and graduate." I put my hand under my chin, my right leg ontop of the other as my elbow came in contact with it. I was very... very bored.