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Everyone was crying. Even Karma, despite being the one with the toughest facade. He was the one who held the knife, he was the one to end Koro-sensei... Damn it, he made sure every single one of them would feel bad with this ‘assassination’, if he could still call it that.
He shouldn’t have let it get to him, yet all of them, well, maybe Nagisa in particular, had some sort of connection to Koro-sensei. He couldn’t help but feel this weird emptiness now that it was done. Sensei always lit up the room, he was loud, he liked to gossip, joke around, but he was serious when it really mattered. In the simplest words, Koro-sensei was one of a kind, really.
With him gone, nothing would be the same. The End Class could never go back to what it was with him...
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His mother was yelling at him, and yet he couldn’t hear what she was saying. Frankly speaking – he didn’t care. All he wanted to do then, was to go to bed and cry, or maybe not, his eyes were already sore. But he wouldn’t be able to even do as much with his mother around. He felt a hand on his shoulder.
« He’s staying at my place » was all he could recall Karma say, before he was already on the train to his place. The blue-haired boy wanted to say something, to thank him, but the words got caught in his throat. It was too much, it was all too much...
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He fell lifelessly onto Karma’s bed. He felt like crying, and yet he couldn’t shed a single tear. It was tiring. He could feel the red-haired boy lying down next to him, he could tell he felt the exact same way.
The air was dense, but regretlessly silent. The pain was piercing and crawling, surely it will pass, yet should it? It is supposed to hurt. He shouldn’t move on any time soon, no, it would be terribly wrong of him to.
Nagisa could hear the other boy shifting on the bed to face the ceiling, still he was quiet. They didn’t interact a single time on the way here. Not a word. Not even a glare. It was just the heavy burden of the things left unsaid...