Addicted [Karma Akabane x Reader] || One-Shot

Plastic knives, soft bullets, a teacher accessorizing with a dark toga and shimmering tentacles and a sickening grin partnered with the slant of his eyes.

Karma Akabane, topped with the red of blood, of beautifully fermented wine, of roses in bloom. Whom, despite his record bleeding an equally stunning red of discrepancies and misdemeanors, is the first of plenty to see the satisfying daybreak of progress.

(F/N) (L/N), a student new to the realm of the failing in the End Class, a pretty thing, a concoction of all the pleasantries that deserved not a rotting desk in Class 3-E. Though she still sat at the grubby desk, took her notes, listened tentatively; she shot her bullets, threw her knives when she believed the steel wall of Koro-sensei's guard had faltered for even a fragile moment.

Unmistakably, the two of them are notches far superior than their other classmates, and the others are far too focused sharpening their own instruments to bother to challenge the two. The platonic intimacy of the pair's friendship, of their shared laughs over sultry lunchtimes is quite a shy bud, prodded once or twice a week to blossom into its full beauty.

When the bud of their friendship finally opens its petals to the expecting sunlight of the world, the plant threatens to blossom into something more than just friendship.