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The halls of the school were bland. The floors were squeaky clean and sparkling white. The walls were only a tad darker in shade, and less shiny.
The wall to his right bore windows into classrooms where students studied like drones. Not one of the students that occupied the seats bothered to look out the window of their class room. They were second years, they were finally figuring out how this school worked - If you didn't hustle, you had no future. The teachers were the only ones who ever bothered to see why someone was outside the classroom, but upon seeing him, they lost whatever two shits they had. The students were copying the board as fast as they could, trying to keep up with their teacher. He didn't understand how they could tolerate all the stress and the awful atmosphere that created. He could never.
On his left, though, there were windows to outside, to freedom. He's on the second story. He could just open a window and jump out. He'd be fine if he did. Wouldn't be the first time. But what if it wasn't just him, but he pushed the dickwad from earlier out. To see the bruised broken bones that would follow with it, surely. Maybe a bleeding head. Oh that would be a sight to see. The snow turning pink to a deep red with blood?
Shit, his thoughts were getting too dark. He forgot to make sure his ASPD stays in check. Thankfully, he always has his pills on him. The orange bottle is bright in his hands. He'd have to find an abandoned water bottle. The fucking vending machine was down and he can't take pills dry, try as he might. He looks down the halls. There's a room people have a tendency to leave their water bottles in. It's empty at this time so he'll go check it.
His footsteps echo as the only ones in the hall. The bottle of pills continuously gets flipped in the air. It's cool when it lands in his hand. The pills rattle and clink against the plastic. There's only five left. He'll have to order more. Which means he'll have to pick up some random jobs again. He refuses to use the filthy neglect money his parents let him access. His other hand resides in his pocket. The fabric is surprisingly soft for uniform pants. Had to give the old man running this place some credit for being able to afford somewhat decent pants for a uniform.
What was he going to do today? He was already skipping class. The octopus was teaching things that were rather boring. Besides, if he missed anything important, his eyes on the inside would send him pictures or updates.
His back pocket vibrated. Speak of the devil and she shall arrive.
He reached to grab the rectangular device. The case was simple, it was blue, the same blue as his friend’s eyes and the same as the hair of his other friend. The first of the two had a phone case the same bright red as his hair. They liked that their phone cases matched the other. They both had little key chains of the pansexual flag and the straight ally flag on their phone cases - their respective flags. His was the pansexual flag, and she was fully supportive.
He opened his phone, he didn’t bother to put a lock on it. People were either too scared of him to dare, or they were about to be if they didn’t know him. Not like he had anything interesting on it. The only part people may be intrigued to look at had a specific lock and password to it. As for his friends, he trusted them enough to not bother with a password. It was the octopus and the bitch he was even remotely concerned about peeking, but Karasuma would likely be on their case before they did anything.
He smiled at his phone screen. It was a picture of four and a half people; himself, his two favorite people, and the principal’s son, whom he loved to bother (the principal’s son’s girlfriend also attempted to photobomb them so part of her was there too). The screen changed to his messages with his friend to see what she sent.
Co-Class Demon (Rio💛💙)
Yo, Korosensei assigned a group project. 13:43 pm
How many people per group? Do we choose partners? What Subject? 13:45 pm
3, and you think he’d risk that with Ritsu being a part of the class? 13:47 pm
Or with us two? No. 13:47 pm
You’re in a group with Kaede and Isogai. 13:47 pm
I’m with Terasaka and Nagisa.13:48 pm
And the subject is Japanese. 13:48 pm
He groaned. His least favorite class. Not that he wasn’t good at it, it just wasn’t fun. They learned the same things every year.
I can practically hear you groan dude. I’m not with you, but I know you did.13:49 pm
You know me a little too well. You must be excited to work with Nagisa. 13:49 pm
He chuckled a little. She may know him a little too well, but she could say the same thing about him.
I am💕 13:51 pm
But I don’t want to hear it from Mr.I’m-in-love-with-president-perfect 13:51 pm
Did you take your meds? If u haven’t I will jump out the window find u and shove it down ur throat. 13:52 pm
I’m going to ignore the comment about Asano.13:52 pm
I’m looking for water right now to take them. Sounds like you need them more than me, though. 13:53 pm
Shoot, Korosensei caught me. GTG 13:53pm
And with that, she was gone.
He pocketed his phone, laughing at the idea of Rio trying to lie through her teeth to their alien teacher and undoubtedly still getting her phone taken. Too bad he wasn’t in class to see it.
He laughed a bit more as he opened the door to the empty classroom, not seeing a single water bottle, but instead found a surprise waiting for him.
There, in the back of the room, was a class 3A girl and a boy who he thinks he's seen in the very same class. The girl and the boy both were the same height however shorter than himself. They wore the traditional uniform however the boy's gray blazer was unbuttoned, and the girl was loosening his tie.
He pocketed the pills he held and grinned. “Yukimiya~” he cooed, changing his voice to sound like one he knew she knew very well. He thought for sure she wouldn't have been fooled but her jump and harsh shove to the boy, whom she had previously been eating the face of, proved otherwise.
She faced him immediately, nervous sweat already dripping down her face. “Gakushuu, it's not-!” She began to try to protest only to stop once realizing she had been tricked.
He laughed as he closed the door to the room. He loved a little bit of black mail.
“Karma, hi.” Her voice was shaky. She moved towards him as she frantically searched her pockets.
The main campus boy stayed far away from him. He wasn't bothered by it. He preferred that people leave him be vs bothering him.
He hummed to make Yukimiya look at him. “What would your boyfriend think about you eating another man's face?” The way her expression turned into pure horror almost had him rolling on the ground laughing.
She basically leapt at him after he said that, grabbing his non uniform black blazer and squeezing it to tug him.
“Don't tell him, please. I-” she paused and looked frantically at herself, like she was trying to find something on her person he may care about. “I'll give you my money. How much?”
More like President Perfect's money.
He grabbed her hands and forced her to let go of him before pushing her away. Only then did her boy toy in the room come to her side instead of hiding in the back.
“First of all, that's not even your money.” She opened her mouth to cut him off and defend herself but he didn't have the reputation as the scary kid for no reason. His glare stopped her. “Second, I'm not into someone else's money like you are, so you can have it to yourself.”
He watched the two. He knew pleas were on their tongues, ready to be said to beg that their secret be kept.
“Save your begging for your boyfriend. I can't promise I'll tell,” they sighed in relief. “But,” the traitors tensed again and it made him smile. “I can't promise I won't tell. You'll just have to wait and see.” With that, he leaves the room. Leaving them with the overwhelming terror that their fates depended on the kind of mood he was in.
On a normal day- or normal time - he’d have no issue finding Asano and telling him what his precious girlfriend was up to. Fortunately for the traitors, it wasn’t normal, he had medication to take, and if he didn’t, someone might end up dead. It wouldn’t be the one person that’s meant to be killed.
Killing someone sounded tempting though… imagine how their blood would cover his hands, splatter the floor. It would paint things his favorite color, probably his most iconic color. But he didn't want to fight just because. Maybe he can catch someone doing something he doesn't agree with. Then he'd have a good reason. Unfortunately, that would risk his expulsion. He couldn't let that happen.
He has a kill-able target waiting on the mountain, he can't lose that opportunity.
Something falling snapped him out of his thoughts. A student, younger than him, second year probably, was shaking as he scrambled to pick up his stuff. Must have been emitting too much bloodlust, he scared the small thing. The boy quickly ran, bowing as he passed him, then made haste to get away from him.
He looked at where the boy had dropped his stuff. A book was on the floor. He picked it up. The Japanese edition of a Chinese BL novel. Hm. It was from the school library. He'll bring it back so the boy can find it there.
Maybe the librarian will have water bottles on her. He liked the librarian, only one he actually somewhat respected thanks to similar morals. That wasn't to say she isn't still a pain, she absolutely is. She was still a rule stickler.
He walked to the library, handing the woman behind the counter the book.
“Second year boy dropped it. I think he was a second year student,” he told her. She just nodded. He stood there for a second before speaking. “Do you have any water bottles? I forgot mine-”
She glared at him. “No drinks in the library,” was all she responded with. Geez. No need to be so harsh about it. He stuck his tongue out in detestment as he walked away, further into the library.
At this rate he was never going to find water. His best bet was to hide in the back somewhere and suffer through attempts to take the damned pill dry.
He snuck to the back, hiding behind a bookshelf, and pulling out the pills from his pocket. This was going to be torture.
He opened the orange pill bottle and shook out the amount he needed. He only needed one a day. As soon as it was in his hand and he was about to pop it, he felt eyes on him. That was… unsettling. Curiosity quickly beat the need to take the pill as he put the once again closed bottle back in his pocket and the pill he was going to take clasped in his hand.
He turned to see who was staring at him and nearly laughed at the irony he found himself in when he spotted the ever so popular Gakushuu Asano. His amethyst eyes stared at him with a curiosity flicking between Karma's eyes and the hand that held the drug. He sat alone at the table that Karma forgot resided in this area of the library. There was an open computer, various books stacked neatly with the exception of one open one, and a notebook that all were laid on the table in front of the student council president.
Said president of the student council looked tired with light eye bags and messy strawberry blonde hair. If the red head's memory served him correctly, Asano SHOULD be in class, same as him, right now. However, for one reason or another, he was here. This made him smile. So Mr.Perfect was skipping too.
“Akabane.” His voice is skeptical. So are his eyes now.
“Gakushuu.” Karma grinned at the irritation that showed on his rival's face upon being addressed by his first name.
“Why are you back here,” he questioned as he went back to work on whatever was in front of him.
“I could ask you the same thing.” The other boy winced a little.
“I'm studying.” He glanced up, looking his conversation partner up and down, before looking back at his work. “Teacher gave us a free period. Didn't want to be surrounded by drones. More space too.”
Karma hummed. So he wasn't the only one who noticed the robotic nature of the other students. “Glad to know I'm not the only one who noticed.” He pauses for the other to nod. “I saw your girlfriend. Scared her.” The amber eyed boy almost laughed thinking about her and her secret lover's reactions to him pretending to be the man he's now talking to.
“Really?”
“Mhm.”
“I take it she was with the boyfriend she thinks I don't know about?”
“So you already know. Did you know she's only with you for your money?” The other nods. “How'd you find out?”
“Same way I figured out you have prescribed medication that you don't want anyone to know you can't take without some kind of lubricant.” Karma froze. “Observing.”
Karma just stood there, stunned, for a second. How-
His train of thoughts were cut off when the strawberry blonde spoke again, not looking up from his work. “Despite being a delinquent, you're not the type to use illegal drugs. You also looked hesitant. No one who has a nearly empty bottle of pills would be reluctant to take it unless they were something they had to take. It's also worthwhile mentioning that you're hiding in the back without a drink of any kind and gulped right before you were about to put the pill in your mouth.” Damn, the man was good. “With how the evidence adds up- you can't take pills dry and you're embarrassed of that fact so you're hiding in the back so no one can see you struggle.” Harsh too.
He hummed, hiding his surprise how easy he was figured out. “I'm impressed. You're unfortunately correct, I can't take pills dry and they are prescribed. Any guesses as to what they're for?”
“Your ASPD.” He spoke it less as a guess and more as a fact. The fuck?
“Damn, Gakushuu, you're scary good at this-”
“Would you like help taking the pill?” The question is seemingly harmless, but where the fuck did it come from? Was he trying to get Karma to owe him something? What did he want?
The strawberry blonde looked at him before rising from his seat and walking to the red head. Upon closer inspection he looks very exhausted, and almost done with the world. However, his eyes have some glint to them that Karma can't quite place.
“Do you want help or not? I need a yes before I help you.” He paused as their eyes locked. If Karma's eyes weren't deceiving him, then he just saw those purple eyes flick their gaze to his lips.
Karma waited before replying with, “I suppose.”
“Then give me the pill.” He did so, curious as to what the other intended to do.
He was shocked when the other put the pill in his own mouth and was about to tell him off when the other boy surprised him again. Rough lips pushed against his as arms were put on either side of him to keep him caged in the spot. Suddenly a tongue pushed a disintegrating substance in his mouth which he presumed was the pill.
The other set of lips was removed from his own and a commanding whisper sounded from the same lips. “Now swallow,” is what he said.
The now embarrassed redhead swallowed, not because he was told to, but because the dissolving pill was becoming gross. His gaze locked with the exhausted teen's and his gaze became cold.
“What are you glaring at me for,” Asano questioned.
“Did you lose brain cells? Or are you too tired to remember you just kissed me? What was that for?” His gaze became even harsher. The other boy just shrugged like what he did wasn’t out of character for him.
“I was helping you take your medicine and getting what I wanted in the process. Did you not like it?” He stood stunned for a moment.
The class E student smirked. “So you wanted to kiss me? Hm? My, I didn’t think you’d fall to your girlfriend’s level.”
“She’s not the only one who has had her eyes on someone else. You happen to be who caught my eye. So, naturally, I’d want to kiss you. Anyone who doesn’t, needs their eyes checked.” His bluntness was insane today. What was up with Mr.Perfect? “Now, answer my question, did you like the kiss or not?”
He was persistent, yet Karma gave no answer. He just stared at the student council president before him. Said president simply raised an eyebrow as he awaited his answer.
It wasn’t like he had hated it. In fact he kinda wished it had been longer. Rio wasn’t wrong to tease him for liking the strawberry blonde, he did. How could he not? The dude was attractive.
He was hot even when exhausted, like he is now. His eyes were captivating. That wasn’t the only reason he liked him. He’s seen how romantic he can be, treating his girlfriend with surprise flowers in her desk or locker every couple of weeks. He was sweet to those he cared about if you got close enough. He kind of acted like a mother to the rest of the big five, scolding them for doing stupid shit. He was a hard worker who was willing to argue back with him and didn’t fear him like others did. It was nice when people didn’t look at him all the time with fear in their eyes.
He had a sense of humor at times when he wanted to be funny and was an excellent leader. People naturally followed him, he drew people towards him, even if that didn’t always work in his favor. He was much more of an introvert than he let on. Karma unintentionally forced people to walk away from him, which didn’t work in his favor either as he quite enjoyed human company. Too long without it and he would go insane. They were opposites yet similar at the same time, he enjoyed it.
So, to say he didn’t like the kiss, or to even say he didn’t want it, both would be a lie.
Asano’s eyes were still trained on him and even brushed the ruby red hair out of Karma’s face while he waited.
He sighed, “It would be a lie if I said no.”
Asano grinned. He seemed genuinely happy about that response. “Great. Can I-”
He was cut off. The red head pulled him forward to kiss him again which was quickly reciprocated. He moved to put his hands around the waist of the boy he just kissed but they were moved to be on the other boy’s shoulders. Prick.
Out of nowhere, he felt a hand mess with the buttons of his shirt. What did this guy think he was doing? He did not consent to this. But then again, his hand didn't feel awful. It was rough and could definitely use some lotion, but it was a gentle touch.
The boy moved a little closer to him, pulled away from the kiss, and replaced his lips on the neck of the red head. The boy shuddered and the kissing stopped and hand pulled away.
He doesn't remember what he said, something along the lines of it being ok. Maybe he used a more demanding tone. He liked the contact, and it being from the guy he had been crushing on? Why would he have it stop? If it were anyone else, he would have hit them in the stomach by now, but he would let it slide this time.
The touching and kissing continued. He nearly hit the other for unbuttoning his shirt in the school library, but before he did anything, the strawberry blonde had trapped his wrists.
Jerk. Didn't he have a reputation to uphold? What if they were caught? Surely they'd both get in trouble. Though he could only guess that, sitting in front of the boy's father, all he would say is “I regret nothing”. Or would he regret it? He seems like the kind of guy to say he likes another person, but when confronted by someone else he would say he doesn't actually love them and is just pretending.
He was snapped back to reality when Asano left only a peck before he spoke against his neck.
“You can stop over thinking, Karma,” He whispered, trying not to alert anyone what was happening in the back of the library. Karma stood stunned at the use of his name.
So stunned he didn't even bother to try and stop the strawberry blonde from unbuttoning his shirt all the way. He snapped out of his stunned state however, as lips trailed down his chest. With those kisses so light yet passionate Karma’s view became blurry and solely focused on Asano.
His strawberry blonde hair and the way he held him. It was stupid for the red head to get this drawn in by someone, but he was, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
But that didn't stop outside forces from ruining it though.
“Asanoooo~ Its me~ Where are you?” Yukimiya was calling for her boyfriend, she was close too. Karma tried to push Asano off of him but much to his embarrassment he only made it harder for him to escape. “Where’s my beautiful boyfriend,” Yukimiya called out again, she was closer.
There was no way to escape embarrassment that was sure soon to come, so all the amber eyed boy could do was shut his eyes tight. He doesn't recall much of what happened just the words.
There a gasp followed up by an “Asano, what are you-?”
A response had come in a velvety, tired, and irritated voice. “Doing what you always do,” it said. “Cheating.”
The next bits are hazy.
Karma’s next coherent memory is where he’s sitting in front of Karasuma and the Principal of the school, aka President Perfect’s father. The room was dark with the light from outside being their only source of illumination. He remembered wondering how someone could work like that.
His shirt was back in the proper order and the Asanos seemed to be having a staring contest. Karasuma seemed disappointed. He was absolutely going to get told off for this later, not like he was going to listen, but it was going to happen.
The tension between the Asanos thickened before the Principal finally spoke. “Mind explaining what you were doing, Gakushuu?”
Karma looked at Gakushuu, he was absolutely going to play that off as unintentional or a one time thing he was sure of it.
“I was doing what you told me to, father.” The student council president grinned. “I went and did something that wouldn’t damage my grades.”
There was dead silence for a second before Karma died laughing on the spot as Karasuma pinched the bridge of his nose, the principal face palmed and Gakushuu watched him with a proud smile on his face that could last for all eternity.