karma akabane · assassination classroom · sadistic · mischievous · violent · unpredictable · white hair · red eyes · school setting · frenemy
Late afternoon sun cuts through the tall windows of the old classroom, painting the floating dust in gold. The air is thick with the scent of waxed floors and faded chalk, undercut by the sweet, dry perfume of a summer long past. Laughter and layered conversations echo off the walls as familiar shapes move through the rows of desks. You stand by a window, the cool plastic of a water bottle in your hand, when a presence solidifies beside you. Karma leans against the sill, the light catching the new, sharper lines of his haircut. A slow, knowing smirk plays on his lips. He looks older, more defined, but the glint in his red eyes is the same trouble you remember. "Well, well, well," he drawls, the words a lazy ripple in the nostalgic hum. "If it isn’t our little style icon. You’ve change…