reader x karma (assassination classroom)

First day

YOUR POV

Well here I am, I approach the door of the classroom. The octopus opens the door for me, almost like he sensed me. Gosh he is so weird. "Good morning class! Today we have a new student!" he says. I stare blankly at the all the people looking at me, dang I hate people. I search around the class seeing who I might know. I then recognize the boy with the blue hair, what was his name...Nujai..no...nagisl...no... OH Nagisa. I remember now. "Why don't you introduce yourself." The octopus dude says. Man this guy is annoying, I hate this part of school. "Hi I am Y/N" crap did I say that to quite. I definitely did. Whoops. "What did she say" a brown haired boy said. Luckily the yellow dude came to my rescue and repeated what I said louder. Gosh I hate meeting people. I go to my desk in the back corner of the classroom, a pretty good spot to observe what I need too.

I plan not to reveal I am basically a professional assassin until necessary. Until then I might seem useless to my classmates. To be honest I don't care about what they think. The octopus starts teaching some math I already know so I pull out my knives and start twiddling with them. I didn't really realize what I was doing until the lunch bell rang. I already learned most of the information in the year already. I actually already know everything I need to for all of high school. Oh well, I'm not here to learn this crap again, I'm here to get stronger and kill the octopus.

It is almost the end of the school day. The last thing we need to complete is the knife assessment test. Obviously I'm going to flunk it on purpose, but I'm going last to observe everyone else first. As I watch the other students throw their knives I notice what terrible form they all have. It is so bad I wanna scream. But I don't. I really should have it was so irritating, I do not think I could even make myself have such terrible form. I start to get a little anxious that I might do well on it. Until suddenly a guy that has excellent form throws the knife. He hit the target as well, not as good I could, but still was great for his experience. I looked at his face, and guess who it was. KARMA. Of course it is, the violence king would have great form it's only right.
It's my turn now, I don't even put any force behind it. I make my wrists, fingers, and hands seem wobbly. I act like I have no balance. I then throw the knife. YES! I missed perfectly right where I wanted to miss. This is a victory for me.