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kachuuyaa · 2 years

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IITSOK UHM ALBEDO!READER X KARMA AKABANE THEN (?

a/n: well u did something!!! Its not entirely right but i appreciate it nonetheless IWERUELOELO

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ALBEDO!READER X KARMA AKABANE

Class 3-E. Seriously, how did you get into class 3-E? You were incredibly popular among the students of Kunugigaoka High School, especially with the big 5. You were known as a genius in chemistry and biology and your superb talent in art. So-- why? The students would not like another incredibly proper student’s behavior to be tarnished upon entering Class 3-E. You were not that sporty, yet held a talent for swordsmanship, something you kept a secret from the academy for a long time, before finding out via your data folder. You always walk past the students in the main school building with no interest in their conversations, even though you can hear most of them screaming your name. Asano didn’t like how you rose to fame incredibly fast, the main reason being your astounding grades and ‘magic tricks’, as he like to call it. (it was simply biology, you didn’t get how he was annoyed with you).

The reason you crash-landed yourself into 3-E was something you were not keen to disclose. Only the headmaster, Mr. Karasuma, Koro-sensei, and Ms. Irina know why you were sent into 3-E. The students made quite a fuss about this, as well. You were quite annoyed by it, having thought of effectively shutting them up, though, you did not want to get suspended. The problems of others are not their problems, just meddling with the difficulties of others was enough to create tons of other messes that are too much to handle.

Well, the reason why you’re in Class 3-E right now is due to one of the more complex experiments that you have designed, with the help of your close friend. She tries to talk to you every so often, but with your current position, it was proven futile. She avoids you during class hours, afraid that it may tarnish her (already) student reputation. You try your hardest to take care of this child you deem as your ‘younger sister figure’, and in turn, she introduces you to her friends as her older sibling. It leaves a warm feeling in your chest. You don’t miss the pitiful gazes she threw at you during the assembly, yet you brushed it off, ignoring her stares and the students’ mumblings, which you found out were about you and the class, and your association with them. (“I’m so sad that [Name]’s with them! They didn’t do anything wrong!”, “So [Name]’s part of 3-E now? Guess we can take out our anger on a stuck-up bitch!” and so on).

Karma Akabane was an incredible combatant, that he knew. Although seeing Kunugigaoka’s prized possession (next to the gifted 5, maybe he thinks you’re higher than that) maneuver their way gracefully across the field, next to awe-filled students, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. There was simply something incredibly captivating about you. You chose to use a simple baton as a makeshift sword rather than pellet guns to strike Mr. Korosensei, he was shocked at your movements, and so was Karma. He watched as you impaled the ground with your baton, and struck the alienesque teacher, albeit too slowly. What he didn’t expect, was the residue of the dirt stuck at the end of your baton to form into sharp, small splinters. And that simple action made Akabane all the more interested, especially after seeing your smug smirk at Mr. Korosensei’s reaction.

Your biggest interest was not creating friendships, despite the numerous attempts to, yet you entertained them for a while. Especially with the art that you created. What caught your attention the most was Mr. Korosensei. Akabane and Nagisa couldn’t miss the curiosity swirling in your eyes when he talks, and more so when he evades class 3-E’s attacks so easily.

Karma couldn’t let it go. He teased you for it endlessly. You simply didn’t mind it and indulged in his teasings, letting a statement slip past your lips every once in a while. Obviously, when exam season came, you scribbled on the paper with no interest, despite the questions being altered to make the class suffer even more. Surprising the majority at your nonchalant behavior, when they felt they were being dragged by the devil himself to fight Cerberus. It was not that shocking to find the results of your tests, either. Almost all perfect, while you paid no mind to it. It was simply the usual, anyway. None of it interested you in any aspect.

During the field trip, that’s when he knew he was truly captivated by you. Curiosity, perhaps? Maybe he just wants to know you better. Yeah, that. Reminded of how you easily, skillfully weaved through the attacks of the school delinquents to save your classmates, even threatening them with a voice so monotone it could kill, okay, maybe it’s not just curiosity. Without the help of others, you effortlessly took them down with-- again, another makeshift sword you found on the pavement, which was a discarded umbrella. Your footwork was incredibly precise and smooth that he thinks you predicted their attacks. And when Mr. Korosensei heard of this, he rewarded you with a single room for your peace and quiet. You were incredibly grateful, as the students’ chattering would disturb you from sleeping. But when a knock came on your door you opened it, seeing Yukiko. She shyly asked you if you are interested in their late-night conversations, and albeit hesitantly, you complied. It was a field trip, after all. You set aside your pettiness for a bit and indulged in their questions.

They figured out you have no interest and no experience in having a partner or love. You go back to sleep with a content smile on your face.

The time where the bond between you and Karma became stronger was directly after the field trip, it was probably after you saved those two girls. Interested, you handed him your affection and your attraction. It was something that you thought you cannot remove your interest from. He will interest you forevermore, your heart, and your brain. Karma did not know it would go this far. Sure, he knows you have admirers back in the main building, but for you to take a liking to someone like him? He was left dumbfounded. He let his guard down, being more open, and showing that he truly cares for you despite all that’s happened. A seemingly aggressive, violent redhead would do so much for the chemist that maneuvered their way through his heart. What he won’t tell anyone, though, was their reactions to Mr. Korosensei’s death. That was sealed in their minds alone. However, you introduced him to your sister, Klee, and she was overjoyed at how his appearance was. Even showing him a silly drawing she’s made for the both of you, leaving Karma chuckling and ruffling her head due to her antics. That made you smile, someone, other than Klee, was able to make your heart palpitate with emotion so foreign to you.

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hdhdgsgs · 2 years

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Hi could I ask for a karma akabane oneshot where reader and karma are having an argument? Not too much cussing but karma says some very hurtful stuff and makes reader cry and the whole thing was putting a strain on their relationship and the stress of the whole thing makes reader sick but she doesn't tell him until she collapses and is sent to the hospital and karma really regrets what he did and said and it's just fluff from there?

Angst to fluff and Hurt/comfort pls

“I hate you so much sometimes. Maybe I just want a break from you, you can be too much and I need some fucking time to myself.” The words tore a hole through your heart, he had never said anything like this before.

He would always go on and on about how much he loves you and would do anything for you if the situation arose, sure he did insult you sometimes but only ever in a nonchalant joking manner that wouldn’t go too far because he knew what you were sensitive about but that was just Karma.

This however was not, not the Karma you knew and not the Karma you loved. It all stemmed from when he got back from a tough day at work and you tried to calm him down, some harsh words were said from both sides and tears shed on one, yours.

He didn’t pay much mind to it though because he thought you could take it, it wasn’t your first argument but it was the worst. He wasn’t as affected because of his upbringing and fighting in middle school, but he neglected to think about how you were different, how you would take in information different to him.

Meanwhile your whole world felt dim, despair filled the air and you almost felt like spewing it was that bad, Karma wouldn’t understand you reasoned with yourself, he wouldn’t care, he wouldn’t- countless endings came to mind and hurt you further.

Most nights went by sleeping next to him in a now cold bed, where he used to cuddle you and tell you he adored you while drifting to sleep, he now ignored you, sleeping almost immediately after coming home from work.

He noticed you wouldn’t talk to him as you would usually but he didn’t fully care, still bitter from the argument even though he knew he meant nothing he said and the stress from his job had put a considerable strain on your relationship.

It all came to a head when he found you collapsed on the floor in your shared house, his mind raced as he panicked, he checked your pulse on your neck, called the police and held you as he whispered sweet nothings about how sorry he was and how much he loved you, none of which you could hear.

The ride to the hospital was torture for Karma, he felt his world collapse around him. Scared that you might not wake up, that he’d lose you, that this was all his fault, he should have paid more attention, he should have worked with you to resolve this issue in your relationship before it was too late.

The doctors told him it was an emotional panic attack that made you faint and he put the pieces together rather quickly, regretting his actions immensely.

Once you awoke on the bed a beeping was heard right next to you, looking up you saw a IV drip and a pulse checking machine. “S/o?” Karma looked at you from the side of the bed, sitting on an uncomfortable chair. His eyes were red, puffy bags underneath and messed up hair.

“Baby! I’m so sorry, I didn’t realise, I love you so so so much, I didn’t mean anything I said, I love when you’re near me, I had a stressful day but that doesn’t excuse the way I treated you then and after! Please forgive me!” A small strained chuckle left your throat as he ran your fingers through his hair.

“It’s alright Karma, just- talk to me about how I can make your days better when you do have those days. I love you too and I just want to help you.” A hand rose to your cheek and held it lovingly. “I promise, I’ll communicate better because I love you.” Karma spoke sincerely.

When you got out of the hospital Karma love-bombed you with everything you could think of, teddy bears, flowers, tickets to an extremely exclusive romantic getaway, all your favourite sweets and affection galore.

You now lay down with him in your one again warm and cozy bed that truly felt like home, cuddling and laughing together peacefully. He held your face in his hands and confessed his undying love for you as the sun set outside your bedroom window.

“S/o, just to reiterate, I love you, more than anything else in the universe, I love your smile, your body, your personality, your whole being. I would tear the world to ruins for you and that is something I would never lie about.” Then he pulled you in for a sweet, gentle but passionate kiss.

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tangyangie · 11 months

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hurt/comfort karma x reader where reader sleeps on the couch after karma says really hurtful things (reader’s being annoying, a hassle, high maintenance and difficult to be with, etc) except reader can’t sleep bc they can’t stop crying at karma’s words :(

𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 🌖

desc. karma x gn!reader, where karma's being mean to reader. he comforts them after, but they couldn't sleep at first.

notes. i'm not good at writing angst and i don't know how to make them actually mean 😭😭 so i'm sorry if this feels a little awkward...

it's 3:07 in the morning right now.

you've been tossing and turning on the couch for who knows how long, and it feels so hot, you swear you could fry an egg on your forehead.

your head hurts and your cheeks are dry, except for the streams of tears running down the sides of you face before hitting your ears and reaching the pillow.

it's that really intense kind of crying. the kind you physically cannot stop, no matter how hard you may try.

you're just so hurt.

how... how could he have said something like that? you must have been having a nightmare.

you got into an argument. you barely remember what the cause of it was, but it was over something really stupid. definitely not worth the gallons of tears you'd already soaked the couch with.

he was barely paying any attention to you, as you tried to explain your side. but all he did was get angry.

he's always been a tease, you know this. you wouldn't have gotten with him if you weren't able to handle it.

but this—this was definitely not plain old teasing. he called you annoying.

a hassle.

difficult.

impossible, even, to deal with.

he's definitely insensitive in terms of what he says. it's unfortunate that you had to be sensitive to the things he says.

and so, here you are. you're surprised that you haven't run dry yet, from all the tears you've spilled. your nose is completely stuffed, and you can barely breathe through your mouth either —from your small hiccups.

you get up to blow your nose and wash your face, hoping that you calm down. that's when you heard a door slowly swing open, as well as the shutting noise it made after it was closed.

"...y/n?" you heard from the hallway.

you definitely didn't feel like talking to him. not right now. but, there wasn't really anywhere for you to go.

"what do you want?" you ask, lowering your eyebrows.

he stays silent at first. just hearing your sniffles was enough to put him to shame.

"i'm really sorry." he whispers.

you stay silent, turning to sit back on the couch.

"i mean it," he adds. "i know what i said was wrong. i'm not asking you to say my actions were okay."

you don't really know how to reply. "i want to forgive you.. but your words hurt." you say, with a shaky breath. "i need you to tell me you'll never do that again."

"i promise. i won't." he says, standing behind the couch.

you turn around with your chest against the backrest, facing him. "are you sure?" you say, your eyes slowly beginning to stop watering.

he nods, honestly looking apologetic. "i'm sure."

"...alright. go back to bed, and i'll join you in a few." you sigh, standing up to wash your face again.

he moves as if he wants to say something—but chooses not to, and nods.

after drowning your face with cold water, you pat a towel on your face and take a deep breath. you exit the bathroom and head into the hallway, towards your bedroom. you can feel your heartbeat and hear your footsteps as they step down.

you slowly open the door, peeking your face through first.

karma's laying down above the covers, with his hands under his head. he sees you, and props himself up, patting the bed on the spot beside him.

"here. come lay down." he smiles softly. you carefully walk over to the other side of the room, hopping on the bed and shifting over. you turn on your side, mirroring karma.

"hey." you whisper. "it's surprising that you're not back to teasing me within seconds." you tease, trying to lighten the mood.

"i can do that," he whispers, inching closer. "or... i can be nice. whichever you prefer."

"how about you stay quiet and give me a hug?" you say, watching his face slightly light up.

"...thank you, y/n." he smiles, giving you the hug you asked for.

notes: AUGHHH I SUCK AT WRITING ANGST IM SO SORRY this is probably so bad 💔 and again i'm sorry everyone for taking so long for these reqs!!!

#screaming in the void #and the void screams back #assassination classroom #ass class #fluff #angst #karma #hee hee #karma akabane #karma akabane x reader #akabane karma x reader #karma x reader #akabane karma #ass class x reader #assassination classroom x reader #fyp #reader fic

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haerieee · 7 months

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{ ᵏᵃʳᵐᵃ ʰᵃᵗᵉˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʷʰʸ, ᵗᵘʳⁿˢ ᵒᵘᵗ ʰᵉ ʰᵃˢ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᶠᵃˡˡᵉⁿ ⁱⁿ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒⁿᵉ ˢᵒ ʰᵃʳᵈ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ }

y/n stared confused and a little annoyed at her seatmate who refused to take part in their paired project.

"nah, im tired"

"but we have to finish this"

"yea yea just do your part then send it to me, i'll do it at home"

karma rested his head in his arms on the table, facing away from her. seriously what did y/n even do? all she did was become his seatmate by luck and occasionally ask him math questions because he's smart. so why did he have to be so hostile?

"okay.."

he made y/n so uncomfortable. She admits she did have a crush on the redhead but has said nothing and done nothing to him about it, making his coldness much harsher on her.

during their pe lessons, karasuma made seatmates partner up to spar with each other.

y/n glanced at karma, and he glanced back before looking away and walking out of the field to skip the class.

"did both of you get into an argument?"

nagisa asked, knowing his friend was not the type to be so cold to someone without a reason. sure karma can be unfriendly and aggressive to people, but it was to those who did or said something bad.

"no he just hates me for breathing"

y/n sighs and rolls her eyes before asking if she could spar with another person.

"why would you pull that off?!"

karma is angry, but y/n was confused, was he angry at her for trying to defend their group when they got attacked by students who are much bigger and older than them? or did he have some grand plan and she fucked it up?

"akabane i-"

"what if you got seriously hurt? you wouldn't even stand a chance against those guys!"

he gripped your shoulders tightly.

"then what should i have done? you were getting kicked!"

you smacked his hands away and got up, brushing the dirt off your skirt. you looked over to your elbow which got scrapped when the students shoved you and winced a little at the pain.

"you're really a fucking idiot you know that."

karma held your arm to look at your wound, then poured water to disinfect it. y/n took the bottle out of his hand and stepped back.

"i can do it by myself, after all, you don't want to waste your time with a fucking idiot you hate."

karma was stunned, he knew he was an ass to her these past few weeks but she thought he hated her?

"what are you even saying y/n, since when have i hated you?"

y/n looked at karma incredulously

"don't give me that bullshit, you were so cold to me when i did nothing to you."

he was cold to her he knows, he was trying to avoid her. why? because he felt something with her, something foreign, fuzzy and warm. whenever he was with her his heart would like someone squeezed the life out of it. it was so annoying but he was always addicted, so he avoided her to stop what he was feeling.

karma sighed, "i don't hate you. really. its just,,"

he looks away ashamed of how vulnerable he is now in front of her. he combs his hair back with his hands in frustration and also to hide his red face.

"just?"

y/n hoped for a suitable answer as to why he had shunned her this whole time because it really did hurt her quite a lot.

"i feel something with you, its so weird, i don't like it."

karma says, eyes never looking at the girl in front of him. he couldn't bear to see what expression he had on her face, it would truly kill his heart.

"it's...ah you know what never mind."

he tries to control the damage that's done, he thinks that anymore he says, y/n would never want to see him again. y/n grabs the hem of his black jacket to stop him from avoiding her, something she should have done all along.

"no, karma, what feelings do you have with me. don't try to run away again"

y/n gripped tightly, feeling like if she let go he would be gone for real this time. she calls out his first name for the first time showing how desperate she was.

"i really really like you. alot."

ah. he did it, he admitted his feelings. it's done, whatever relationship they had is gone now.

"what? is that why you acted like that?"

oh my, karma is so fucking cute, y/n thought seeing his face flush even redder

"so annoying, i can't believe i feel so weak when i'm with you. i can't even fight properly. i can't even focus on anything in class."

karma kept trying to hate how he feels, perhaps its because he never knew what it was like to give love since his parents were always either overseas or at work.

"annoying? you are so stupid. you liked me for a month and you found it annoying, i liked you for 6 months you ass!"

y/n smacked his shoulder, then winced at the pain from her wound, making karma grasp her arm to check it. he looks up to her as he processes her words.

"6 months? u like me?"

"yeah 6 months of always looking at you and noticing what you do, i was so happy talking to you and then suddenly you went cold-"

before y/n could finish her rambling, she felt a pair of arms wrap around her, engulfing her in an embrace. karma held y/n tight and buried his face into her neck, his heartbeat beating too quickly he felt faint.

"i like you, ahh i like you so much, fuck"

y/n laughs and hugs him as tight, caressing his hair.

"you finally admitted your feelings, idiot."

y/n pulls away and cups his warm cheeks, smushing his face a little which made his lips form a pout. he furrowed his eyebrows at her action. karma leans in and pecks y/n on the lips, and she gasps.

"how dare you be so bold now when you were avoiding me the whole month, tsk"

y/n playfully chided him and he laughed before apologizing and then kissing her again.

"oh? i guess both of you are on good terms now?"

kayano nudged your shoulder and you smiled and nodded.

"now you have a chance to get him to like you, y/n!"

y/n looked at karma, who was with nagisa and sugino. and then her phone chimed.

karma <3: should we skip class and go on a date? >:)

y/n laughed, "i don't think i need to anymore, kayano"

after that, karma and y/n disappeared for the rest of the school day to hang out with each other. ♡

ᵒᵐᵍ 2 ᶠⁱᶜ ⁱⁿ 2 ᵈᵃʸˢ? ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵈᵉᵃᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵃ ʸᵉᵃʳ ᴴᴬᴴᴬ ⁱ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ᵏᵃʳᵐᵃ ⁱˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵒᵒᶜ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰⁱˢ, ⁱ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᵏᵃʳᵐᵃ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵇᵉ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒⁿᵉ ʷʰᵒ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ᵈᵉⁿⁱᵉˢ ʰⁱˢ ᶠᵉᵉˡⁱⁿᵍˢ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ʰᵉ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏˢ ⁱᵗ ᵐᵃᵏᵉˢ ʰⁱᵐ ʷᵉᵃᵏ ᴴᴼᴴᴼ

ˢᵒ ᶜᵘᵗᵉ ᵒᵐᵍ

ᵃⁿʸʷᵃʸˢ ⁱ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʸᵃˡˡ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵗʰⁱˢ !

#woke up and chose to write a fic instead of study i love myself #karma is so fking cute omghskjdak #lowkey too sad to write angst stories so i wrote fluffy ones and made myself feel lonelier #do people even read these tags LMAO #future boyfriend i dont mind skipping classes to go on dates im waiting #karma akabane #akabane karma #karma #karma fluff #ansatsu kyoushitsu #karma assassination classroom #assassination classroom #karma x reader

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lucario765g · 7 months

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Karma: Why are Sugino and Nagisa sitting with their backs to each other?

Kayano: They had a fight.

Karma: Then why are they holding hands?

Kayano: They get sad when they fight.

#source: incorrect quotes generator #incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes generator #assassination classroom #ansatsu kyoushitsu #karma akabane #akabane karma #tomohito sugino #sugino tomohito #nagisa shiota #shiota nagisa #kaede kayano #kayano kaede #akari yukimura #yukimura akari #ngl i'd also be sad if sugino and nagisa ever fought #...angst #i think i'm playing with the incorrect quotes generator too much...

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poppylovestowrite · 8 months

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Hello :] I wanted to say that I really really love your writing! Could I possibly request Gakushu telling reader his feelings, but they reject him? [If you want you can say Reader likes Karma but thats up to you]

Confession | Gakushu Asano x Reader

Gakushu kept hearing the tapping sound of your pen against your notebook. Normally, this would annoy the strawberry blond, but over the years he has known you, it doesn't bother him if it came from you.

In fact, when you do this, it tells him you're stuck on a question.

"Are you having some trouble with a question?" Gakushu asks.

"Oh," you raised your head. "No... I... was just thinking."

"You sure? I don't mind helping you."

You smiled and nodded, appreciating his offer.

"I'm sure," you said then went back to the question you were stuck in.

Gakushu knew you were having trouble answering a question. He was doing the same assignment a dozen minutes ago, and since he knew all of your strengths and weaknesses, he knew you were going to have some struggles with this assignment.

Still, he doesn't butt in and insists on helping you. Because he knows how smart you are. You'll figure it out.

"Ah," Gakushu noticed your face light up.

'I guess she figured it out.'

After fifteen minutes, you finally put your pen down.

"Finally, done." You smiled and stretched your arms into the air.

"Would you like a ride home?" He offers.

He would always offer you a ride, only because he wants to spend a little longer with you.

"No thanks," you replied as you began to pack up your stuff. "I'm taking the train. I told Karma I would hang out with him later."

Ugh. Not that delinquent.

The annoyance on Gakushu's face was subtle but obvious. You assumed it was because he just doesn't like Class E in general, therefore, he doesn't want his good friend to spend time with any of them. But, no, it's actually because he's jealous. He hates how close you are to Karma. Even though Gakushu has known you for years, he feels as though you're closer to Karma than to him.

Karma is able to make you laugh and smile more than he ever could.

"Why do you hang out with him?"

You didn't get mad at his question. He's your friend and as many issues as Gakushu has, you learned how to talk and deal with his controlling nature.

"Gakushu. He's my friend. Just like how you're my friend. I like spending time with him, just like I enjoy spending with you." You playfully poked his nose.

He sighs. He wants to get it, but he just can't. Karma is such a barbarian, so why does he get more of your attention than him?

"(Y/n)..."

"Hm?"

"I have known you for years now. I consider you to be the only person I trust."

You furrowed your brows. Where is this coming from?

"Um. I know."

Gakushu held your eyes. As much as he wants to, he can't look away. "And I would hate it if anyone were to take you from me."

Your heart freezes. You have never heard him speak so earnestly before. You didn't even know he was capable of speaking so softly to you. He hasn't finished speaking, yet you feel like where this was going.

Gakushu sighs, mentally preparing himself.

God, he has never done anything more difficult in his life. Is this what every other person feels like when they confess to him?

"You're very dear to me, (y/n)," Gakushu says lovingly. "For a while, I was thinking that our friendship could be something much more than that."

"Uh..."

There it was. You were afraid he was going to say that.

"Gakushu... Look." You sighed. "I'm really flattered, and don't get me wrong... You're very important to me. I care about you, I really do, a-and I always will--"

"Just say it already," Gakushu irks.

You winced and pressed your lips together.

Ah, he already knew your answer. He just wants you to at least be honest and say it quickly to get it over with. Fine. He's your friend, he deserves the truth. As much as it hurts to break his heart, you have to do this. Gakushu would hate you more if you lied to him.

"Gakushu... I'm sorry, but I don't feel the same way."

Gakushu softly nods and finally

Wow. That has got to be the most painful thing he has ever experienced. Gakushu never had an easy life. Living with his tyrant of a father was hell. But, this moment right here felt a hundred times worse.

"You... you okay." You asked tentatively.

"I'll be fine." He says. He gives himself a few seconds before finding the courage to look at you again. This time, it felt like you were talking to the typical Gakushu Asano. The strong, confident Gakushu you know.

"But," Gakushu starts. "I don't think we should speak for a while."

You slowly nodded.

Just so long as he's not cutting you out of your life. Leaving him alone for a while would be best.

"See you tomorrow." You said it like you would to him on any other day. You smiled, but it was a strained one.

Gakushu says nothing back to you though, which caused you to wince in pain.

Then, you left the library.

And all Gakushu could do is watch you leave.

This is the last time he would open his heart to anyone.

#asano gakushuu #anime #karma akabane #ass class #Poor Gakushu #asano x reader #reader insert #angst #assassination classroom

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glitchy-anime-fan · 1 year

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More things that have definitely been said within the Sibling au ft Nagisa

(All quotes are generated from this generator. Check out part 1 here and for context on the au check out this post)

Gakushuu: Where’s Akabane?

Nagisa: Around.

Gakashuu: Around?

Gakashuu: You don’t have any idea, do you?

Karma, dropping down from above: Did you know there’s a space above the ceiling?

Karma: Who wants to make fifty bucks?

Gakushuu: How?

Karma: I need someone to take the fall.

Gakushuu: What did you do?

Karma: I can't tell you. Yes or no, no questions asked.

Nagisa, from the other room: Oh my god.

Karma: ...

Nagisa: OH MY GOD!

Gakushuu : Make it a hundred.

Karma: Deal.

Karma: Nagisa is a perfect cinnamon roll who’s never done anything wrong in his entire life!

Gakushuu : Never done anything wrong?! He set a city block on FIRE!

Nagisa: Make no mistake. Not only am I party rocking, but I am also in the house tonight.

Karma: But are you shuffling?

Nagisa: Everyday.

Gakushuu : What language are you two speaking??

Nagisa: I dare you-

Gakushuu : Akabane is not allowed to accept dares anymore.

Nagisa: Why not?

Karma: "I have no regard for my own or others personal safety", as some would say.

Nagisa: Why is Karma crying?

Gakushuu : He saw a leaf on the sidewalk and-

Karma: IT LOOKED SO CRUNCHY!

Nagisa: Please don’t say what I think you’re gonna say-

Karma: AND WHEN I STEPPED ON IT THERE WAS NO CRUNCH!

Nagisa: NO, NOT THAT!

#anime #manga #assassination classroom #assclass #karma akabane #ansatsu kyoushitsu #asano gakushuu #karma and asano sibling au #nagisa shiota #inccorect assassination classroom quotes #inccorect assclass quote #me: *says I want angst in this au idea*#also me: *spends hours with these generators looking for the most chaotic ones I can*

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nagisasstuff · 7 months

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headcanon: nagisa has unhealthy coping mechanisms (the only healthy ones he has are drawing/doodling, spending time with friends and away from hiromi as long as possible, reading)

#assclass #assassination classroom #ass class #assasination classroom #nagisa shiota #ansatsu kyoushitsu #headcannons #headcanons #assassination classroom headcanons #nagisa shiota angst #angst

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diaryofawimpyslut · 2 years

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karma akabane angst hcs??

Karma Akabane angst!

Pairing: Karma Akabane x reader

warnings: angst, fighting, relationship problems

note: this isn't exactly headcanons but yknow fuck it

He hates admitting this to anyone, but Karma is sensitive – not in the way that he'll cry when you're mean to him, more in the way that he is so used to his own perfection, he gets completely blind-sided when it's not enough

Because what else is there to define him if it's not his glory

When he's with you, he had to find out, he often isn't enough

Not when you both fight until you're in tears. Not when you slam doors and scream your voice raw. Not when he left leaves for hours without leaving you any kind of note. Not when he goes to work early and comes home late and responds only in single words when you ask him how his day was, or if he'd like something to drink, or how he's feeling, or if he wants to go out, maybe, on the weekend when you're both free. Not when he shouts back and smashes the glass he forgot he was holding. Not when you look at him like he's the biggest fucking mistake you ever made and twist that ring around your finger that was supposed to proof the opposite.

It's never fucking enough. He's not an idiot – he knows relationships aren't easy. But he worked so hard to be someone you deserved. A good boyfriend, a good husband, a good friend, a good companion, a good fucking person.

And you were happy, weren't you? All those photos of you smiling and laughing prove it. All his memories prove it.

Now it's different, though. You turn away from him on your side of the bed. Your smile is thin, if it's even there at all. There are circles under your eyes. A spark in your eyes died.

Sometimes, he catches you staring off into space and he wonders what it is you're thinking, and then he sees your fingers tracing the spot on your wrist that he has kissed a thousand times, and he's not sure if it's yours or his own heart he hears breaking.

The more arguments he has with you, the more you shut down. You barely respond to him. Barely flinch at his hissed voice. Not until it's him who snaps, and throws every terrible, ragged knife at you that he can summon, years of trust turning into a massacre.

This time, you don't cry. This time, you take his face in your hands, startling him enough to just let you do it, and you look at him before you smile.

"You try so hard to be this perfect person," you say and sound so, so miserable. "This idea of someone you think everyone wants you to be. And in there, you hide. From me, from yourself. You're not a good person, Karma. And the most horrible part is that I would've loved you, no matter how ugly you turn out to be. Because then I would've known you. The real you."

It's almost funny, how everything slows down. How he feels himself crack under your touch. How his mind stops and the only thing left is the realisation that every choice he has made, leading up to you and him here, standing in the kitchen, was a wrong one. That he would never be able to take any of it back. That he would never set it right again, because you had given him glass to break, not bones.

All these years and the life you had built together, gone.

You kiss him on the cheek and let go. "Someone you love," you say, "they deserve to carry your burdens."

It's only then that he notices you stopped wearing your ring.

#karma akabane x y/n #karma akabane #karma akabane x reader #assassination classroom #angst #lmfaooo I'm so sorry this suddenly had a life on its own #it sure is angsty #I hope it's at least somewhat what you imagined?#karma akabane_.

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heyhellohihowareyou · 1 year

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Random au idea I got while spacing out: An au where Maehara isn’t real and is simply an imaginary friend Isogai conjured up

#Bonus angst points if it happened after his dad died #Why do I do this to myself #assassination classroom #ansatsu kyoushitsu #assclass #yuuma isogai #hiroto maehara #au idea

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nagisaster · 10 months

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i just LOVE rolling girl, so i decided to draw nagisa based on this song! :DD

#ansatsu kyoushitsu #assassination classroom #nagisa shiota #shiota nagisa #vocaloid #wowaka #rolling girl #fanart #anime #sketch #angst #hatsune miku #SoundCloud

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tangyangie · 1 year

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Hello!! I have a request if I may how about an s/o that has a crush on Karma and it's obvious but Karma always rejects them so s/o starts to move on and then that's when Karma realizes that he loves them.

𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭 🍥

desc. karma x gn!reader that had a crush on him, but rejects them. they move on, when karma realizes his feelings for them.

notes. i'm not sure if this was supposed to have an ending or not so i just left it kind of... tell me if there's anything you want changed i totally will!

you were always teasing each other.

with the amount of time you guys spent flirting, it was inevitable that at least one of you would fall in love.

and, oh, i guess you were the lucky one.

you're constantly making suggestive jokes to each other. it's not your fault you were getting mixed signals.

you were crazy for him!! you thought he was too.

you even told all of the others in class.

"i think he likes me back, but i'm not sure."

"are you kidding?? he's totally in love."

at one point, you had been ready to confess. but, you got nervous. and crapped out.

you kept giving him hints, but he either never took them, or he ignored them. you couldn't figure out which.

it was so nerve wrecking. karma was impossible to read, so you had no clue if he actually liked you back or was just being friendly.

so... you decided to test the waters.

you passed him a note during class. wasn't out of the ordinary for you guys, but the contents were.

you asked him to go out for a picnic. you thought that you'd act super mushy and romantic, hopefully wringing a confession from him.

and.. your plan was beginning to work. karma agreed to meet you, and you were being really touchy.

he noticed the hints this time, as well as the heat on your face. he took a breath, and said:

"uh, y/n... you know i don't like you like that, right?"

...ouch.

you played it off like a pro, laughing and teasing him for even thinking that. but, god, did it hurt.

he noticed. your smile wasn't as genuine as normal, and your eyebrows were turning downwards.

luckily, you were able to escape before things got too awkward.

and you were not someone to laze around all day out of rejection. you moved to get past this, hopefully finding a way to forget about him and move on.

you surrounded yourself with other people. some people questioned why you weren't hanging out with karma anymore.

but you just didn't want your feelings to affect your relationship that bad.

so, after a few week, you successfully began to rid yourself of your crush. karma didn't look like anything more than a friend anymore.

and so... you exposed yourself back into the dating pool.

you met this one guy who you really liked, who seemed almost... similar to karma, in a way. he was quite possessive and teasing, but he was kind. (mostly)

karma definitely noticed.

"who's that?" he says.

"...what do you mean?"

"he's... never mind."

he'd walk away and separate himself from you once more.

but this time, it wasn't for the same reasons as before, no.

this time, it's because he had fallen for you the same way you did for him.

and he just now realized, when it was too late.

notes: i am sososoososssoSOOO sorry for how long the requests are taking you guys 😭😭 i have been so busy the last couple weeks and have had literally no free days... so i swear i'll get them out asap 🙏

#screaming in the void #and the void screams back #assassination classroom #ass class #fluff #karma #hee hee #karma akabane #karma akabane x reader #akabane karma x reader #angst #karma x reader #akabane karma #reader fic

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haerieee · 7 months

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{ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ʰᵒᵐᵉ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵉˣᵃᵐˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵉˡᵗ ᵖʳᵉᵗᵗʸ ˢʰⁱᵗᵗʸ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ⁱᵗ ˢᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵉᶜⁱᵈᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʳᵃᵐᵇˡᵉ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ⁱᵗ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵇᵒʸᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ }

"i want to kill the person who set that paper."

"pfft damn"

y/n stood at the door looking gloomy, it was as though there was a thundercloud floating above her head.

the redhead, trying to stifle his laughter, pats her shoulder in consolation. you were currently staying at karma's house temporarily, so coming home at 7pm after a shitty exam PLUS a 2hr long tuition to your cute and sassy boyfriend was definitely what you needed, but also what you dreaded.

"wasn't it quite easy?"

karma teased with that annoying ass smile on his face. he took your bag from your shoulder and put it on the couch.

"easy for you, smartass."

"i thought it was the easiest paper i've ever done. i finished it in an hour actually"

"ha. ha. keep that up and i'm not going to talk to you anymore"

y/n playfully smacked him on his shoulder and karma chuckled and nodded, agreeing not to tease his girlfriend any longer.

"i can't believe what i studied didn't even come out. what a waste of time.."

y/n sighed as she went to give her boyfriend a hug. she needed to recharge her battery after a long day and feeling his warmth and inhaling the faint scent of his cologne was blissful.

"yeah, you could have spent that time hanging out with me."

karma sulked as he hugged y/n back before pecking her forehead.

"i made you your favourite meal, aren't i such a great boyfriend?"

he gestured to the food that he had prepared on the dining table. y/n's eyes lit up and she smiled, she tiptoed and pecked karma's cheeks as a token of appreciation for cheering her up after her exam.

"you're my lovely and great boyfriend indeed."

"and you are my lovely girlfriend no matter how badly you flunked your exa- ouch"

no matter how bad her days were, returning to their home and to him would immediately turn her days into beautiful ones. ♡

ⁱ ˡⁱᵗᵉʳᵃˡˡʸ ʰᵃᵈ ᵃ ᵇᵃᵈ ᵉˣᵃᵐ ᵗᵈʸ ˢᵒ ⁱ ʷʳᵒᵗᵉ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵒˡᵉ ᵐʸˢᵉˡᶠ :''⁾ ᵖˡˢ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ ⁱ ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ᵐʸ ᵒʷⁿ ᵏᵃʳᵐᵃ ᵃᵏᵃᵇᵃⁿᵉ, ⁱ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ʰⁱᵐ ʳⁿ

ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʸᵃˡˡ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵗʰⁱˢ !

#o heavens pls bless me with a karma akabane in real life #omg first time not a angst cheating fic are yall proud #fked up my lab exam tdy my percentage error calculated was 56%💀#woah i beautified my fonts and fics took me an hr to find a nice one urgh #ansatsu kyoushitsu #assclass #karma assassination classroom #assasination classroom #akabane karma #karma x reader #karma fluff #fluff #karma #karma akabane

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writermask-0807 · 1 year

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FORBIDDEN FRUIT PART TWO - TEACHER GAKUHO ASANO X STUDENT READER

A/n: Heyyy, I'm baaackkkk. How long's it been? A month? Two?? Before u come at me with the pitchforks and knives, just know that I'm already dead. So, as you can see, I did a terribly horrible job in fulfilling the request of a dear, beloved follower, even tho I did try my best. And my sincerest of apologies for finally updating it so late. I tried so many versions before i finally settled on this one. And this isn't perfect either, but I drove all of my efforts in it, so hope u like! But before u read, just know that multiple words will be reused cus my vocabulary is painfully short, and English is my second language, sorry 😭. Also, this is jot finished yet, cuz I broke it into parts, p cus it was wayyy too long. And I'm already working on the next part, and hopefully, I'll update soon. And someone, please, PLEASE, TELL ME HOW TO GET ITA,ICS BCUS FOR THE LIFE OF ME I CANNOT FIND ANY!!!!

Warnings: teacher/student relationship, OOC Gakuho, mentions of violence, and lots and lootsss of things here that don't make no sense. You'll understand once u read.

Edit: also, I did try my best to make the reader as innocent as I could.

Hope you enjoy!!!

THE tentative graze of his smooth, alabaster skin was warm and comforting against your blanching flesh, slim, slender digits coiling delicately around your (admittedly much smaller) wrist in a cautious hold, the soft pad of his thumb unconsciously stroking your sallow flesh as he studied the darkening bruise, and his thumb came to innocently rest at your racing pulse, veiled by the ghostly sheet of white that was your paling skin.

Gaunt, pale fingertips were feather-light and delicate as they splayed across your wrist, feeling the goose-flesh hum across your sensitive skin at his soft, probing touch, a ghosting kiss of marble against porcelain, as the tips of his searching fingers fluttered and brushed fleetingly, cautiously, against your blemished skin, gently tracing the outline of the purpling bruise garlanding your wrist, and snaking up your arm in dark, painful whorls of unhealthy, mottled blue. The print of harsh hands against the fragile, tainted porcelain of your flesh was still fresh with the remnant of the searing agony that'd accompanied it, the irritated flesh raw and sore and aching, even under the ginger curl of his careful fingers.

You lowered your head, ashamed, and unable to meet the smouldering garnet of his questioning gaze, your free hand clenching into a whitening fist as you clutched the flimsy fabric of your skirt, a desperate prayer for courage on your laboring breath and quivering lips, as your throat clenched, and heart stuttered in protest within your tightening chest. You absolutely could not cry in front of him, could not show any signs of weakness, not when you were sure he was also suffering the same cruel fate you'd been subjected to. Not now, not ever. But even as you repeatedly chanted this mantra again and again in your mind, your vision blurred with the prickles of the pearlescent liquid. You willed the accursed tears to stop, but they didn't, only accumulating in a hazy fog misting your glittering e/c orbs.

{You were suddenly thankful that the tousled, unkempt strands of your h/c-shaded hair fell down with your stooping chin and hunched shoulders, veiling the misery and the hurt, and the bright glimmer of unshed tears in your regretful eyes.}

Gakuho was silent as he regarded your petite, trembling form coolly, rich magenta optics glittering with a cold fury, and swirling with an explosion of scarlet that held an uncanny resemblance to freshly spilt blood, but his will hung thick and heavy in the gloom of the darkening atmosphere, and the delicate, tangled strings of unsaid questions and words threaded unspoken, tangible in the palpable tension that clouded the air. Your heart lodged in your throat, strangling the breath out of you, your rapid heartbeat and erratic breathing thundering a chaotic din in your ears, deafening you with its consistent, roaring hammer, as your heart rattled against your ribcage, threatening to break the bones, and escape its domain.

And although you couldn't meet the hot burn of his crimson gaze, you could feel it. The violet glare of his deceptively calm, amethyst orbs scorched your flesh with a white-hot intensity, and the bizarre sensation of those celestial hues peering deep into the depths of your very soul grew more and more prominent with the bleeding second, those smouldering, unfathomable orbs sifting with a luminescent galaxy of dying stars as he fixed you with a hollow, expressionless stare.

You felt naked underneath the weight of his fierce, cosmic gaze, every secret and every lie laid bare and untouched for him to toy with, almost as though the cool hyacinth of his eyes melted your flesh and peeled away what was left of the taut sinews, revealing the concealed, polished core, the very fibers that threaded the fabric of your existence, latching onto your flesh like a tight second skin, unbearably heavy and unwavering, drilling holes into the bone of your skull, unrelenting.

And yet still, he did not speak.

The silence was suffocating, torturous, as it tormented you with dark thoughts and withering whispers. Each and every doubt that'd ever crossed your thoughts were overlapping now, distorted and satanic as they wormed their way into your head, a whirl of dark emotions pulsing through your blood like a frigid poison, freezing you from the inside out, and swarming your mind with nothing but white noise and unprecedented fear. And though you couldn't bear to meet the dark mauve of his eyes, you knew Gakuho's sharp features had been smoothed out to present a glacial expression, sharp, sloping features harsh with a cold indifference, bereft of any emotion, and it scared you. Was he angry at you? Was he disappointed? Was he -

Each of these negative thoughts only served to worsen your anxiety as it rippled and contorted restlessly through your consciousness, shifting what felt like shards of broken glass in the empty cavity that was your chest, a pain pulsating and writhing and aching like a thing alive, something raw and vulnerable and distraught, something terribly, awfully human.

And it hurt. God, it hurt more than you were able to convey, this feeling of overpowering helplessness, this wild desperation to cherish, and be cherished, to protect, and be protected, to love and be loved…

You tried to quell the bitter sting of uncontrollable tears that followed this train of thought, obstinately willing them to stop as they dampened the corners of your eyes, and clouded your wavering, unsteady vision with a storm of unshed tears, your lustrous e/c hues boiling with the burning heat of your scalding tears, and failed miserably, as the pearlescent liquid carved a hot, salty stream of tears down your flushed cheeks, dripping down your nose as you lowered your head, desperately trying to hide them.

You stifled the sob that threatened to tear through your throat and shake your quivering frame, feeling your throat burn and heart contrict within your squeezing chest, the agonizing sensation of your lungs feeling as though they'd been doused in liquid fire accompanied by the stuttering beats of your heart, as you did so.

itwasallyourfaultallyOuRFaUltYOURFAULTYOURFAULT - !

All your fault that you had been willing to offer your naive, childish heart to a man who could easily crush it, but who instead cradled it lovingly in the broad cusp of his palms, your fault that you'd allowed him to steal your first kiss, your first love, your fault that you welcomed him with open arms despite the strong command of darkness that followed in its wake. Your fault, that you chose to bear the brunt of the chaos you'd known would be inevitable to follow next, your fault for bearing the harsh words and devious whispers, your fault for hiding the bruises that they scarred you with. Your fault for muddying his name and reputation, for staining what'd once been pristine white, your fault for being selfish, your fault for letting the rumors spark and remaining ignorant of how fast they spread. Your fault for thinking that you would've been able to remain strong, and yet here you were, crumbling into little pieces in front of your partner, when he hadn't even spoken.

You were barely able to register the dull ache throbbing in your clenched fist, as you crumpled fistfuls of your skirt in your tightening grasp, the thin, sharp edges of your nails digging deep into the flesh of your palm as you did so, ignoring the burning sting of your bruise as it rekindled back to life with a vicious vengeance.

You felt out of touch with reality, detached from the plane of existence, suspended in a world of frozen time that you'd somehow fabricated inside your mind, far away from the reaches of those who'd hurt you, but the imaginative safe haven was delicate and fragile enough that you felt the pain you were inflicting upon yourself. The vivid intensity of the painful shifting inside your chest, the spreading ache in your whitening knuckles, the delicate weight of each ragged breath escaping your lungs in greedy gulps for burning air, and heaving your chest, shallow and desperate, the steady trickles of hot, salty tears soaking the porcelain of your cheeks.

And then, the flutter of your tear-bejewelled lashes retreated the white of your skin as your eyes flew open, widening in surprise, -(you hadn't even realized that you'd squeezed them shut, hadn't realized that you'd failed to keep those damn tears at bay)- as the familiar warmth of his gentle embrace cocooned your petite frame, welcoming and comforting, placing an abrupt halt to your tearful blabbering -(that you'd unknowingly cried out loud)-.

The broad flat of his palm coming to rest at your rigid spine coaxed you into that familiar comfort of his soft hug, as he lifted you with ease, settling you comfortably between his splayed thighs, a gentle tug drawing you closer to him, the older male's slender, broad frame dwarfing your much smaller form as he pressed himself against you, exchanging slow, deep breaths that mingled with your own wistful half-sighs, his calming inhales a delicate weight of warmth ghosting the sallow flesh of your collarbone, the brushes of his ember-colored hair tickling your supple flesh in a teasing graze as he leaned down, mouth pressing a tender, chaste kiss to the base of your neck, hoping to heal the hurt, soft lips silky and tender against your flesh. Your breath hitched, catching in your throat wetly, heart stuttering, dimming e/c hues widening, heat blooming across your cheeks despite the shimmer of tears and relief glistening in your eyes.

His grasp was gentle as he held your hand in his own, much larger one, cautious of your wound even in that moment of innocent intimacy, as his gaunt fingers intertwined with your own in a meaningful embrace. His lips were ginger and gentle, softer than sin as he worked his way, trailing a set of butterfly-kisses down your inner wrist, and you whimpered - not at the sharp sting of the purpling bruise that bristled defiantly under his healing touch, but at the care and love he showered you with - knowing you didn't deserve something so fickle and good as this, when all you'd done was cry and ruin everything.

Your bruise lying forgotten, and unshed tears ceasing their crystalline flow, the remnants heavy on your fluttering lashes, you curled into the tenderness of his gentle touch as he cupped your face, thumb brushing away the glistening trail of tears against the pale white of your flesh, catching a few of the glittering ice-crystals as he soothed them away.

"It isn't your fault. It was never your fault." Gakuho finally spoke, and his voice was nothing more than a smooth, sultry caress of thin, whispering satin and rich, dark velvet as it tumbled past his lips in a soft, private voice, trailing a velvety kiss down your spine, warming you from the inside out as it chased away the forever-present chill in your bones, honeyed tones thick and raw with genuine emotion - emotion he usually guarded and never bothered to show, and suddenly, this quiet, simple affirmation from him was enough, enough to satiate the hunger twisting and boiling your insides, enough to ease the ache plaguing your mind and the world-weariness clinging to your bones, enough for you to finally feel lighter, freer.

Large, gentle fingertips cupped your jaw tenderly, urging your gaze upwards, fingers delicate against the pulse that hammered violrntly in your neck as your eyes met. And his eyes, those vivid, luminous orbs that bled garnet with the glitter of stardust, aglow with the fervent gleam of suppressed, quiet rage and the dusty brilliance of the cosmos, softened with unadulterated sincerity as your hot gazes collided, darkening cosmic hues glimmering with a tide of stars as the rich magenta of his eyes glistened warmly, both affectionate and fond as he regarded your petite frame with the stirrings of guilt, and a gentle, small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. The amethyst of his luminescent, galactic orbs conveyed more than words ever would, as the rich hyacinth of his eyes melted into a soft, revering look, raw and thick with a nebulous swirl of abstract emotion - emotion you normally would've thought he wasn't capable of expressing- the heavy weight of gnawing regret and worry, and the honest sincerity, and the forbidden, tender love that you both shared with each and every exchanged breath and stolen kiss, all held simultaneously in his smouldering gaze, and all of them, reserved for you, and only. The sheer gravity and power and the belief he held within his emotions stifled you, sending your mind reeling and eyes brimming with tears that had no right to be there.

You felt the familiar flutter return to your chest and soaring heart, buzzing restlessly like a hummingbird and alive with pure, unfiltered ecstasy - though from the sheer amount of relief or joy that overwhelmed you, you couldn't tell.

Your shoulders sagging in resigned defeat and relief, you wordlessly slumped against him, your frame melting against him, as you threw an arm around the nape of his neck to anchor yourself deeper against him, feeling thoroughly drained, as if all the energy had been sucked out of you, limbs hanging limp as you burrowed deeper into the warmth of his embrace, supporting your weight against his sturdy, lithe frame, and Gakuho snaked a protective arm around your waist, pressing your bodies together in response. He brought a gentle palm to caress the back of your head, gaunt digits weaving a calming rhythm through the rich locks of e/c hair, washing your worries away, strong arms cradling you delicately, almost as though he feared you'd shatter at the slightest of touches, like the porcelain doll you appeared to be, fragile. And you felt just that, a marionette with cut strings, no longer forcing you to dance to the tune of your nearing doom, but now you laid in a broken, sorry heap, unable to draw strength nor courage, almost as though you were slowly crumbling from within, withering like a rose crushed beneath the first frost.

Now that all the tension and pressure had fled its unbearably heavy perch on your drooping shoulders, you felt the fatigue plaguing your bones and twisting your heavy soul in a hollow, bitter ache return with full force, slamming you with the stifling force of a white-hot rod, wrestling the breath out of you, the stress of all the previous weeks' torture finally taking its toll on you. Your body suddenly felt heavier than it had ever had as you slouched against the older male, a sharp jolt of pain splitting the arch of your spine apart as the stuttering of your bones got replaced by something much darker, much heavier. The world-weariness that'd strung itself into the fabric of your existence seemed to weigh more prominently than before, a searing brand claiming mark on you once more, and you breathed a tired sigh, eyelids slowly fluttering, exhaustion seeping a lethargic sensation into the very pores of your existence.

And there, nestled in the arms of your lover, and cocooned in the firm safety of his loving embrace, you were suddenly plunged into a state of quiet, a world of weary calm where you could feel the delicate weight of every shallow, exchanged breath, heat and warmth and scent mingling, the soft caress of flesh against flesh, the delicate brushes of lips against lips, the steady beating of your heart echoing with his, the twine of his nimble fingers laced with yours, the rush of red flowing beneath your flesh…

And suddenly, something else shifted inside your chest, a different emotion pulling at your heartstrings, a slow-burning flame of determination that had you burrowing further into him in the sudden upsurge of courage, and adrenaline pumping wildly through your veins.

"Gakuho…"

You'd spoken up before you realized what you were doing, and for some unfathomable reason, you felt more bolder than you'd ever been, reckless, even, when you would've usually shriveled underneath his gaze, too timid to voice out your thoughts. His name was foreign on your lips, an exotic word tasting rich and ambrosial on your tongue, as you whispered his name in utterance for perhaps the very first time, (you really needed to stop calling him 'Sensei'), and you felt your partner hum in reply as he hastened to mask his surprise, a throaty and rich rumble that vibrated within his chest, tickling your own skin with goosebumps until you felt a silly smile bloom at the sheer absurdity of it all, -(because here you where, crying your heart out one moment and dazed by his very presence the next)- intoxicated by the overwhelmingly delicious fragrance of spice and crushed hyacinths he naturally secreted, and drunk on the sudden boldness your move had prompted, the sunny grin highlighting your cheekbones, as your lips glossed into your signature bright, carefree beam, despite the ache forming in your shoulder blades, and the tiredness that made your eyes flutter with drowsiness.

You must've looked quite the sight, with eyes heavy with undeterred sleep, arms limp with lack of energy haphazardly thrown around his torso for support, and that stupid, fathomlessly happy smile tugging at your mouth, because there was that warm, playful glint in his plum optics again as they bled carmine, illuminated by the dying light of the weeping dusk beyond the window. It only made you smile wider, knowing that all the torment you'd suffered, all the harsh words and violating touches, they were all worth it. Worth this, worth him.

Gakuho tipped your head back, fingers once again grazing your pulse as he took your chin in his forefinger and thumb, allowing you to lock gazes as your tearless, gentle opals of swirling e/c collided with the dusty hues of star-strewn dusk, amusement and wicked mirth dancing in the pools of rich hyacinth and darkening muave, cosmic-lidded and exotic in their magnificent, violet glory as his lips curved into a foxy smirk.

"Oh? And what has my dearest so pleased?" The honeyed tones were back, spilling from his lips like the richest of wines and the most luxurious of dark velvets and silks, his amusement so tangible that you could taste it, light voice shifting the undercurrents of the tense atmosphere from before.

You felt heat rush to your cheeks at the endearment, and you faltered, throat suddenly dry as he prompted you to speak, feeling that surge of boldness in which you'd spoken his name ebb away, leaving you to fend for yourself. "I-..." The words withered on your tongue, meek voice wilting at the back of your throat, and you felt as though your mind was swept clean, blank and unthinking. You swallowed thickly, unconsciously crumpling fistfuls of his suit in your tightening grasp as you averted your gaze from his own curious one, cheeks flaming crimson in embarrassment at both your own stupidity and what you were about to do.

You could practically feel the arch of his sleek, perfectly manicured brow furrow with question, even with your eyes focused on the lavish shade of deep wine colouring his attire, and you knew him well enough to know that that wicked, silver smirk did not leave those irresistibly plump lips, only broadening until it was all sharp teeth with not-really-nice intentions, showing you that he had caught onto something. Him and his perceptiveness was going to be the death of you…

"Hm? I didn't quite catch that…"

Gakuho crooned softly, sultry, honeyed voice dripping like silk butter and bewitched, molten glass from cold lips, dark velvet falling in a soft, reverent murmur, alluring magenta hues painted crimson by rich, liquid sangria, blood-drenched, and moon-kissed, and sparkling with wicked mischief and stardust as he leaned in closer, the warm heat of his breath fanning gently across your porcelain skin, and you drew in a sharp intake of breath, heart swelling and thumping loudly underneath your ribs, as the careful flutter of his curled lips brushed delicately past your ear, skimming teasingly light across your skin, slowly, oh so achingly slow, deliberately fooling you into thinking he was about about capture your lips, as your eyes fluttered shut in eager compliance, before he finally pressed a tender, dove's kiss to your throbbing temple, as though to alleviate the ache he somehow knew was plaguing there.

The look on his face was frustratingly smug as he pulled back, the corners of his mouth drawing upwards in a show of amusement as he assessed your shy, embarrassed state; the wobble in your irresistibly soft, pink, dewy lips, the eruption of scarlet dusting your rosy cheeks darkening, the shudder tickling your supple, tender flesh, the hunch of your arched, stiff spine, the bite of your fingers tightening into the taut muscle of his shoulder in its vice-like grip as you held onto him for support, the innocent yearning simmering rich and hot in your averted, meek gaze…

And all for a chaste, teasing kiss, and not even graced on the lips…

And this time, he couldn't cloak the shimmer of molten delight that twinkled garnet and delicious in the amethyst of his eyes. You were simply too adorable for him him not tease, too innocent, and too gullible to be stained by the horrors of the world, the harsh truths of reality, and he'd be damned if he would let some rumors spoil your purity. The coil of anger he'd carefully hidden from you clenched tightly within his chest at this dark thought, a kindling flame of rage slowly forming, threatening to consume him to his very roots, surging like molten lava through his veins, scalding rage flooding the very essence of his being, the hot simmer of his boiling wrath pulsing like poison beneath his unblemished flesh, the steady and rapid flow of undiluted, raw power. He was ready to unleash all hell loose upon that filthy creature, when he would be able to lay his hands on it.

But first, he needed to attend to you first. Poor, innocent, naive, sweet you. After all, you came first before anything else. Smoothing out his scathing expression into that teasing smile once more, he turned his attention on you. He didn't have to try hard for the false smirk to appear genuine, one glance at your heavy blush and trembling form and the hidden, secret pout you stole away from him, and knowing that he was the cause for it, he didn't have to fake the twist of the smirk dancing on his lips.

You felt color rush to your cheeks, heat exploding in a burst of blooming crimson, as you lowered your flustered gaze to the broad, lean flat of his chest, -(that somehow rippled with the swell of concealed, defined muscles)-, unable to meet the rich, bleeding hyacinth of his eyes, and the victoriously sly, twisting smirk perched prettily on his lips, your racing heart and ringing pulse thudding a symphony in your skull as you worried your lip, biting back the childish pout that'd threatened to tilt your lips.

Rekindled shudders licked at your creamy flesh with a renewed vehemence, as the tips of his gaunt, slender fingers gently pressed into the taut muscle of your shoulder blade, easing the knots of tension that had formed there, trailing slowly, deliberately, down the shuddering arch of your spine, tender touches spilling like raw silk over glass, the heat of his palm searing through the thin fabric of your uniform and mingling with yours as he perched his broad palm at the cusp of your stiff, rigid spine, and you could feel the warmth of his skin all too well, along with his body heat with how closely you were pressed together, and it made your head feel fuzzy and light, as he drew you closer, closer still, that maddeningly, stupidly smug smirk curling his lips in pure delight, looking utterly satisfied as a cat with a bowl of cream, and you knew, despite all your futile attempts, he'd managed to catch a glimpse of your expression, making you redden in embarrassment, your fingers digging into the lush, rich fabric of his shirt.

You felt the rumble of his chuckle before you heard it, a pleasantly rich and deep timbre bubbling up in his chest, a mirthful breath of quiet laughter that shook the sturdy broadness of his shoulders, and tickled your supple flesh, making your cheeks ignite in a violent blush and punch the air from your lungs, and you vaguely wondered if you were going mad, sanity slipping from you just as easily words did in his presence.

"Honestly, you're so adorable, Y/N. I simply can't help myself." Gakuho cooed, tone thick and colored with warm amusement, violet hues glittering with an impossibly soft, tender emotion that made your chest squeeze, and heart flutter, for electricity to ripple through your veins, and for the brittle diamonds of tears to once again to gather in the lids of your eyes, though this time, these tears were not of anguish or even despair. These tears, shimmering bright and pearlescent in the waning sun's light, were of happiness, of relief. Of unadulterated, unconditional love, that his eyes mirrored.

Seeing him like this, so carefree and gentle and uncaring, the very picture of domesticity despite you both being worlds apart, and knowing that it was a privilege that only you got to see, made you wonder if it was going to last forever. If all the pain and chaos you suffered was worth it this- whatever this was, whatever the both of you shared right now, if this relationship was going to be as fickle, as ephemeral as it felt to you, and the realization made something painful shift inside your chest, feeling as though shards of broken glass were sifting a writhing, roiling mass beneath your flesh.

But as bittersweet as this dawning realization was, forbidden fruit perhaps always did taste the best, despite the sour aftertaste that accompanied it, burning bitter on the tip of your tongue. Despite the hurt that came, the bitter consequences of indulging in the forbidden, in the end, you wouldn't have traded it for the world.

And for once, it didn't feel wrong, this precious intimacy, this togetherness, even though it should have, and the niggling sense of guilt worming its way into your head was immediately forgotten, as you relished in the warmth of his hug, the feel of his marble flesh against the fragile porcelain of yours, the steady protection of his presence, and the sense of belonging that the press of your bodies intertwined in a soft embrace elicited from you, the silky caress of his voice breathing along your skin, the heat of his minty, fresh breath licking your flesh, the brushes of his ember-colored hair tickling you as he leaned down, foreheads nearly touching in a gesture of gentle affection, even though this- this relationship that you both shared was illegitimate, wrong by social standards.

The ripple of surprise and worry cross his pale, flawless features et your unexpected reaction was almost imperceptible, but you managed to catch a glimpse of the shock painting his plum hues with the rich shade of dripping sangria, through the haze of your tears clouding your vision, before he managed to regain his composure, concealing the cracks in the fragile glass of his mask, but the playful smirk had fled the full, sensous velvet of his lips.

"What's wrong?" A soft, velvety murmur ripe with worry fell from honeyed lips, his broad palm coming to tenderly caress your cheek as he lifted your watery gaze to meet his own, and the genuine, guarded concern marring the milky, uncut marble of his sharp features, and stitching his eyebrows together in a frown had you hastening to assure him, a wobbly smile shaping your plump lips, despite the onslaught of tears draining hot and salty down your flushed cheeks.

"I-it's nothing! I'm just… I'm just happy. Really, really happy." You finally admitted, sniffling a little as your fists unconsciously curled tighter around his torso, and though your heart stuttered uncertainly underneath your ribcage, your words were genuine. The whirl of kaleidoscopic, abstract emotions surging through your veins felt real, genuine enough for you to finally confess to him, voice quiet and gaze timid, although the sheer impact the feelings of insecurity and embarrassment that followed had the uncontrollable, white-hot liquid sting your eyes bitterly again, as you gnawed at your bottom lip, cheeks dusted by a delicate shade primrose.

God, you hated feeling like this. You hated the pour of tears spilling down your cheeks, the hurt in your chest and the ache plaguing your very bones, the fatigue weighing on you, the vulnerability that he unknowingly exposed you to, and you hated the agonizing pain that loving him brought on you, and yet you couldn't stop. You didn't want to stop. You had fallen in too deep for you to wade back up.

And then, there it was again, that beautiful, gentle smile tugging at his mouth again, the one that had your heart malfunctioning in your chest, not the usual teasing, mischievous smirk, but a ghost of a tender, genuine smile playing on his lips, the one that spoke volumes despite being nothing more than a soft upturn, an imperceptible twitch of lips. The one that pulled at your heartstrings, filled with understanding, and consoling you with words that remained unspoken, hovering slight and unsaid on his tongue, and it only made you cry harder, moisture bubbling angry and wet on the edge of your vision, streaking down in thick rivulets down your cheeks, and his molten gaze softened as he peered down at your lustrous e/c hues, doe eyes enlarged by the glaze of tears pooling in them.

Gakuho leaned down, -(even in this position, his height still towered over your own, an unfair advantage)- until your foreheads were pressed together, arms coiling tighter around your petite form as he pressed himself closer to you to steady your trembling, and without warning, his lips descended on yours.

And not unlike your first kiss shared with him, his mouth captured yours, guiding your lips with a maturity that you were beginning to grasp, dripping with honey and the rich taste of ripe, thick wine that intoxicated you, mixing with the salt of your forlorn tears, as his lips moved against yours in a perfected synchrony, an effortless dance without practice, leaving you feeling dazed as you gripped his shoulder for support, as his mouth shifted and moulded against yours in a perfect, sculpted fit, the silken, rich velvet of his full lips brushing against yours in a tender, chaste kiss, slow and blissful as it melted all your worries away. And although it wasn't nearly as passionate as your previous, secret endeavors, and rather a fleeting, soft brushing of lips meant as a comforting consolation, a dove's kiss and the flutter of powdery wings, it left you feeling as though you'd been blessed by summer's warm kiss, leaving your heart soaring, as it swelled and thumped wildly underneath your ribs, warming in an explosion of happiness and relief.

Warmth blossomed in your chest, unfurling like a thousand blooms still fresh with the remnants of Winter's presence, as he gently pulled away, thumb grazing your jaw affectionately, brushing fleetingly, tenderly across the plump swell of your bottom lip, before leaning in again and pressing a delicate, gentle peck on your quivering lips, shifting your marred arm in his ginger grasp before rewarding you with your scarred skin with a soft, careful kiss.

"I'm happy, as well. More than you could ever imagine." He murmured against your flesh, voice soft, gently so as you breathed a shaky sigh, shuddering against him, as you burrowed deeper into his warmth, your body flush against his, arms wound around each other in a meaningful embrace, slow, calm breaths exchanged with the rise and fall of your shoulders, and scents mingling, moulding into one.

Perhaps he didn't know how much the effect his steadying words had on you, but you felt it more intimately than his sharp perception ever would. The quake in your shoulders, the radiant smile sunnily carving your lips, the misty sheen of unshed tears lurking in the lids of your eyes, clinging onto your lashes, the heavy fatigue that suddenly seemed to ease, taut muscles relaxing into his touch, as you blew out a soft breath, burying your face in the crook of his neck, and the sharp jut of his chin came to rest on the crown of your head, palm pressed against the column of your spine as he eased you into his towering form, hearts fluttering in unison, as he drew sensous circles on your back with the gaunt tips of his fingers.

And as ethereal and fragile as your tilted world appeared to be, there, nestled comfortably in the welcoming warmth of his consoling embrace, cocooned in the strong, steady arms of your partner, you finally felt content, all the worries and doubts that'd ever plagued you simply melting away, and for once, nothing mattered in those precious, treasured moments. There was just you and him, and the harsh, embittered truth of reality faded away, all the pain and the hurt ceasing to exist, his status as your teacher and you his student no longer looming over you like dark clouds, heavy with the threat of pouring rain.

Even if this wouldn't last, you would treasure every precious, bleeding second, because nothing tasted sweeter than forbidden fruit, despite the bittersweet aftertaste it left in your mouth.

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