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Karma boredly fidgeted at his desk, he was oddly quiet today. Koro-sensei was worried about him, but he seemed fine.
Eventually, Karma asked to leave the classroom, his foot tapping rapidly.
Karma sat down on the ground, reached into his shoe for his trusty razor, and started cutting.
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Koro-sensei continued teaching when he smelled the distinct scent of blood, human blood, coming from outside. He excused himself from class and had Karasuma take over.
He saw Karma, sitting on the grass, razor in hand. He tapped Karma on the shoulder and Karma jolted.
“I have a good sense of smell, you can’t keep stuff like this from me,” Koro-sensei’s voice cracked as he looked at the blood dripping off of Karma’s wrist.
Karma roughly rolled down his sleeve, “It’s none of your business. Just leave me alone.”
“It is my business, I have to keep my students safe,” Koro-sensei said like it was the simplest thing in the world.
“It’s just another weakness to be exploited,” Karma sighed.
Sympathy flooded Koro-senseis’ voice, “I can’t believe somebody taught you that.”
Karma stayed silent.
Koro-sensei ran and got a first aid kit from the teachers' lounge, “Let’s get this cleaned up.”
The two of them sat in a gentle quiet as Koro-sensei carefully cleaned and bandaged Karmas’ wounds.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Koro-sensei pressed gently.
Tears pricked at Karmas’ eyes, “No, no I don’t.”
“Can you promise me something?” Koro-sensei asked, “When you feel like this, can you talk to me instead of. . .this?”
“Sure,” Karma agreed, though not honestly.
Koro-sensei patted him on the head, “It’s going to be okay.” Karma bit the inside of his cheek to prevent himself from crying out. “You don’t have to hide how you feel.”
Almost instantaneously silent tears fell from Karma’s eyes, “You don’t understand,” he whispered.
Koro-sensei looked at him, “What is it?”
“It’s it’s just. . . so hard not to,” Karma started.
“It’s so much easier to just slice and dice, “ Karma let out a little laugh, “Then to actually do anything.
Koro-senseis’ eyes watered, “I know, but you’re so, so strong, Karma. You can do it.”
“I’m not strong, I’m not strong at all. I can’t do anything right,” Karma shouted.
“You’ve been working so hard assassinating me, that’s not true at all,” Koro-sensei whispered.
“And yet you’re still fucking standing,” Karma said harshly, “With your stupid smile.”
“The time will come, and I know you’ll do great.”