Karma won the death match a few days later. We devised a brilliant strategy to assassinate Koro-sensei. "I can't believe it worked," Karma exclaimed, reaching down to pick up the head of the alien we used to call sensei. "This isn't what I wanted," I murmured as I glanced at the now-empty cloak. Karma leaned in close to me, his hands on my cheeks. "But this is what he deserved," Karma stated boldly, his warm lips now pressed against mine. With a surprised expression on my face, I drew my head back. He didn't say anything; instead, he simply picked up the deflated head and walked away. I felt myself touching my lips as he walked away, thinking about what had happened.