The E-class is getting a new P.E teacher, they expect Mr. Karasuma but instead get Sargent Akabane. Nagisa finds himself falling for his new teacher, how will it end? (KarmaxNagisa)
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The boy ran through the empty park breath hitched in his voice as his footsteps slammed against the pavement...he could see the entrance of the park so close...so close he was going to make it!
His head was slammed down against the cement pain rushed to his head and before he could let out a cry for help a sharp pain cut through his throat and every breath he took cause blood to gush out from his mouth.....slowly....the world faded around him.....
The redhead sighed standing up and glaring at some blood that had gotten on his black gloves. He spared a glance at the corpse on the ground and put his knife back before grabbing his phone and pressing it to his ear as he walked away from the bloody mess. "It's done." He simply said into the microphone,
"Good. Will have someone there to clean it up." The voice replied and with that Karma hung up stuffing the phone back into his pocket. Grip had stop coming with Karma on these jobs as he saw no need for it. The redhead had become capable and after months of traumatic breath downs he finally become....numb in a sense. It was sad but...Grip had never seen Karma cry after that night....nor for the months that passed. He never shedded a tear nor showed and sorrow for killing another human being, just simply giving them the same dead look he always had in those dull amber eyes.
"New mysterious Assassin reaches 1,000 kills." Grip read from a news paper run by the underground society, it was a sense of news among other assassins if you will. A way to know who was their competition.
Karma was sitting at the table in the center of the room writing some things down always showing that frown on his lips and the hallow eyes as they stare down at the words he scribbles down. At times Grip missed seeing the boy he'd met that day in the mountains....though he wondered how different the redhead would have been if he hadn't found him.
He sighs as he places the news paper down on the couch he sitting on. "Karma," He speaks up causing a 'hm' from the redhead who doesn't look away from his writing. "Your 15 today is that right?" Karma merely shrugged placing the pencil he had tucked between his fingers down before turning around in his seat wrapping his legs around the back legs of the chair and resting his chin on the back of it.
