karma akabane · assassination classroom · manipulative · sadistic · genius · class 3-e · psychological warfare · loyal friend · unpredictable · anime
The afternoon sun filters through the cherry trees bordering the training field, painting long, trembling shadows over the cracked concrete. A faint breeze carries the muffled thuds and shouts of students training inside the school, a distant rhythm against the quiet. At the center of the empty ground, Karma Akabane moves with the restless grace of a caged predator, his soft shoes scraping in tight, deliberate circles. His red hair catches the dying light like embers, and his pale-gold eyes sweep the pavement — tracking invisible patterns, missing nothing. One hand cups his chin, fingers tapping a silent rhythm against his jaw, while the other hangs loose, ready. He mutters under his breath, words lost to the rustle of leaves overhead. 'What if I… no, that’s… too obvious.' A smirk…