opposites attract: karma akabane.

iv. downtime

"it just shows how you are complete opposites."

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YOU are not a violent person.

you are not a violent person.

you are not a violent person.

you repeat countless of empty words in your mind to try to convince yourself that what you just did was facade that you created in your head.

it never happened in the first place, (y/n). stop getting so worked up over it. you thought this to yourself so it could manifest into existence, but to no avail.

as everyone walked to class for the first lesson of the afternoon, you were still in a state of disbelief to the point where you couldn't communicate your feelings to anyone. instead, you were pacing as if you were a marionette trapped in being meticulously controlled by a tyrannical puppeteer.

"what were you even doing in the forest with karma anyway?" terasaka calls behind you for all of your peers to overhear.

the rest of his friends added fuel to the fire and starting laughing along, torturing you even further.

"like i said to korosensei, we were just skipping. you cunt."

"calm down, sakai. your good girl image is being ruined by the second. it must've started when you got dropped from class a, then asano dumped your sorry ass, and now you skip lessons on your first day. the guy offers you tea, and that's the thanks he gets?" continuing to bicker on.

in reality, terasaka admired what you did but refused to admit it to himself. he just wanted to wind you up — how was someone as frail as you able to accomplish something before him? whether he realised this fact or not, it was coming from a place of insecurity.

"at least i've gotten closer to killing him than whatever pathetic attempts have made you wet yourself."

"wh- i never pissed myself! you bitch!" terasaka yells defensively.

you say it so bluntly and out of character that everyone had stopped in unison to look at the two of you. you turn around with eyes piercing daggers into a furious terasaka to get through to his thick skull that you were not in the mood for his torments.

"call me a bitch how many times you want, that won't change the fate of earth and ten billion yen being on the line. you think i'm gonna be all 'goody two shoes' to korosensei and that'll just make him not destroy everything next year?"

the feeling of five deadly quiet seconds passing had eventually reached eight. then nine, and finally all the way up to ten. he finally walks past you with his entourage seemingly too unbothered to give you an answer.