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#AO3 Karma
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ladysunamireads · 1 year
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Our little secret...
Our little secret... by Honey And Glass
After Korosensei's death 3-E is left to fend for themselves. They are pushed to become slaves of the government because of their new profound skills. Denki Kaminari is assigned a mission to get in UA by the ministry of defense to keep the heroes in check.
Words: 3091, Chapters: 4/?, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia, Assassination Classroom
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Kaminari Denki, Akabane Karma, Shiota Nagisa, Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Class 3-E, Class 3-E Teachers
Relationships: Class 1-A & Kaminari Denki, Class 1-B & Kaminari Denki, Class 3-E & Kaminari Denki, Kaminari Denki & Shiota Nagisa, Akabane Karma & Kaminari Denki, Ashido Mina & Bakugou Katsuki & Kaminari Denki & Kirishima Eijirou & Sero Hanta
Additional Tags: Kaminari Denki-centric, Kaminari Denki Has ADHD, Dyslexic Kaminari Denki, My First AO3 Post, My First Work in This Fandom, My First Fanfic, Assassin Kaminari Denki, Author Is Sleep Deprived, Your author is super cute btw, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tags May Change
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43906515
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lemonadepinksstuff · 1 month
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Here's some sketches I did for my Ace Attorney Fanfic on AO3!
Currently it's on Chapter 19!
It's basically about Trucy making a group chat with Kay and Sebastian. But as they add more people from their close circle, the chat becomes about trying to push Phoenix and Miles to confess.
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The ones with spoilers here pass this point so look at your own risk! ❤️
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mslovepoem · 1 month
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Lo and behold, The fish-eye lense photo of Karma
“Karma's nose looks bigger than the damn mountain and he chases Gakushuu for ten minutes to delete the photo.”
Chapter 39 is up!
I want to draw more scenes from this chapter but I don’t know… how… art is hard
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dreamstone28737 · 1 month
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🩷 Happy Valentine’s Week! 🩷
Kate and Anthony are back in the Midnights AU to celebrate. This also goes along with Day 1 of Kate Week: Karma (coincidentally also a Taylor Swift Midnights song).
“Karma is My Boyfriend”
It’s Valentine’s Day, and Kate wants to do something special for Anthony. After all, who deserves a romantic surprise more than he does? Too bad Ant is also working on a romantic surprise for her. Signals get crossed, shenanigans ensue, but above all, it’s two idiots in love.
Check out chapter 1 here! 💘💐
(Thanks so much to @mimix007 for this stunning moodboard! You are amazing!)
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icraveangst · 7 months
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Normal ghost Yoichi activities.
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orchideous-nox · 16 days
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Rosekiller "My Kink is Karma" Inspired One-Shot
I was supposed to write my "Casual" one-shot first but my brain had other ideas, so here's Barty and Evan being the most "My Kink is Karma" coded Marauders Era characters ever.
This won't be the last Chappell Roan inspired fic so expect more. I'll probably have one for each song of the album and then she'll release another considering she's already teasing another song.
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phantomstatistician · 9 months
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Fandom: Assassination Classroom
Character: Gakushu Asano
Sample Size: 915 stories
Source: AO3
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cosmereplay · 1 month
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Day 12: Karma
Rated Teen, Leshwi/transfem!Kaladin, post-RoW. Kaladin’s egg breaks. This’ll be part 1 of 3, part 2 will be coming up on the 18th!
“Kill me,” Leshwi said to the Rhythm of Hope, as Kaladin’s speartip hovered just below her chin. 
“No,” he smiled.
They had taken time away from their new responsibilities to spar. This time, he had come to her at the Listener enclave. Their duel had taken them deep into a chasm of the Shattered Plains, chasing each other around impossible turns. It had been exhilarating. 
She hadn't known she could still feel alive until she'd fought him. And now she didn’t know if she would get another life after this one. It made her feel frail, vulnerable–mortal.  
And yet in moments like this, especially with Kaladin, Leshwi's memories of the endless cycles of war and imprisonment on Braize seemed distant. She felt like the whole world was new, and that she hadn’t just been reborn, she’d been renewed. She felt totally free.
One of the things she chose to do with that freedom was spar with Kaladin. For so long, no one had come close to her level of skill, and in this life she had actually learned from Kaladin. Like today, he had used some kind of grappling move on her, flipping her through the air until she’d landed flat on her back, and he’d straddled her waist, his weight pressing her into the stone. Though he sat heavy on top of her, she didn’t feel the sting of defeat, just the thrill of the contest. They made an incredible match.
“Kill me,” she insisted, riding the Rhythm of Confidence. “Give me a reason to find a body you would like more.”
He blinked in confusion, and his grip on the spear tightened. “What do you mean?” he asked.
“A woman’s body, so I can entice you. Normally I am not picky about the body I receive, but…my passion has changed.” So, so much had changed.
“I…That would be too great a risk, Leshwi. Odium would torture you.”
“I would find a way to escape Braize. I would find my way back to you,” she said, forcing Confidence.
Slowly, his whole body relaxed, and he dismissed his spear. He looked down, then rested his hands on her broad, flat chest, splaying out his fingers across her carapace. “Leshwi, it’s an honour that you would do that for me, but it wouldn’t be necessary. You…you’re…ah…I’m enticed anyway.” He stared at his hands for a moment, then glanced at her. “Sorry,” he said quickly, and scrambled off her. He looked away awkwardly, then turned back to offer his hand to help her stand.
Leshwi attuned Reconciliation and kept holding his hand, even after she’d stood. This was something new and delicate, too. She felt so free much of the time, sometimes she forgot how stuck she really was. “Perhaps I’ve spoken to Confidence when I should have spoken to Consideration. But I am femalen, Kaladin, in a malen’s body. I wish to respect you and your human culture, and so I should approach you in a femalen body.”
“That doesn’t matter to me. You’re femalen no matter what body you’re in,” he said to Confidence. Slowly, his brow furrowed in an expression Leshwi couldn’t name, and he looked away, taking a deep breath. He seemed pained, perhaps.
She hummed to Reconciliation, then bared her teeth in the human version of the rhythm. “Thank you, Kaladin. In that case, I wish to court you.”
He looked up at her with wide eyes, and he stammered, his face changing colour. 
Leshwi thought perhaps she’d made another error. “Oh, yes, men are the ones who usually request to court. I hope I have not dishonoured you?” she said. I will be making much use of Reconciliation today, she thought.
“I…thank you Leshwi, but…I need some time to think,” he said, and turned to fly back to the enclave. 
She followed, humming Resignation. She had made too grand a gesture, close to swearing an oath she probably couldn’t keep, and then she had pained him in some way. But, keeping in mind he hadn’t said no yet, she forced herself to attune Resolve instead.
He remained silent and distant, even until he left to return to Urithiru. She hummed Resolve as she watched him leave through the Oathgate, determined to wait until he approached her again. 
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In Justice We Trust (18474 words) by thesavagesabretooth
read chapter 5 here
With Simon Blackquill and Athena Cykes assigned as their psychologists, the Phantom and Fulbright must grapple with their identity, their deeds, their future, and their love for the twisted samurai whom they betrayed.
All the while, Edgeworth and Wright find their relationship tested as they walk the narrow path between pursuing real justice, and the dark age of the law.
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December 21, 7:30 pm
Agent Lang had been questioning them for about 15 minutes. Bobby didn't think it was anywhere near as pleasant as Gumshoe. Maybe that was just because they'd been friends, and the man he was sharing a body with had let him take the lead on the conversation.
No-one was taking the lead on the conversation with the interpol agent.
Agent Lang had taken off his coat, laying it out over the chair as he paced slowly back and forth before No-one, his sharp eyes boring into him as he bared his teeth in what could charitably be called a smile. Charitably.
“You’ve been very forthcoming, phantom. I suppose we can be grateful for that, at least.” 
He shrugged.
"No need to thank me. I'm honoring my side of the agreement in the hope that your people will honor yours."
You're sure you don't want me to talk to him?
Fulbright– Dick we knew personally. And he's an easily swayed idiot. Agent Lang is neither. If he thinks I'm putting on a performance for him he'll be more hostile, not less.
You shouldn't say that about Gumshoe.
It's true though.
I like him.
That doesn't make it less true. Anyway you're also an idiot.
Lang leaned forward, his hands in his pockets. 
“We’ve been hunting you and your pack down for some time, you know.” His voice was sharp, despite the casual tone. “Governments…corporations…the people left behind, they all cried out for someone to do something.”
He chuckled low under his breath “...gotta ask, does it pay well? An old friend of mine said it’s the kinda job that pays like shit, but I don’t exactly believe her.”
"I imagine it varies," No-one answered. "My fellow assets and I are not… paid."
A memory flashed through their mind.
Your compensation is the right to keep living in this world. A right we can take away at any time.
Fulbright recoiled internally. What a cold thing to say to a child.“Not paid, eh?” Lang clapped his hands together.
“Lang Zi once said ‘A dog left unfed by its master will turn to a wolf snarling at his door’. “ He looked down at No-One over the bridge of his nose. “Tell us everything and anything you know, and we’ll make damn sure we knock the door off its hinges. Call it backpay in the form of taking your pound of flesh.” 
Is he offering you revenge or something?
I guess. Not too surprising. I think most people in my circumstances might want some revenge.
Do you?
Come on, Fulbright, you know me. I don't want anything.
You can't lie to the guy in your own head, you know. I think you want your own kind of justice.
"Interesting proverb," No-one nodded. "It's true I have no love for my 'masters' as you call them. It would be interesting to see what happens with them disassembled."
“My ancestor was an interesting man.” Lang said with a sharpening of his smile.
“Disassembled. Hell of a way to put it, but I agree…it’s always interesting to see what an organization on the ropes tries to pull when cornered by the wolves.”
He punched his hand “you’re a lucky man, getting another chance like this. Use it well, and help us damn your ‘masters’ to the pits of hell. Starting with where they’re headquartered…or where you trained, if nothing else.” 
"We were moved frequently, especially in the early years," No-one explained distantly. "The facilities didn't have windows. We were moved through private airfields and on buses. We were taught several languages at once and our handlers rotated which they'd speak to us."
He closed his eyes and reached for a deep memory.
"One time, just before we started being given actual missions we were moved somewhere on a bus. There was a conversation between Specs and some kind of checkpoint official. They were speaking a korean dialect."
“Now ain’t that interesting.” Shi Long Lang snapped his fingers, “Korean dialect, eh? I’ll have to keep that in mind. Run it past my sources.”
He paced across the room in a semi-circle, his eyes never once leaving No-One even for a second. “The buses. Windows?”
"Painted over, I'm afraid, sir. My first real contact with the outside world was my first mission. I did not report in at the same country Ieft from. Allebahst and Spain, respectively."
For some reason Shi Long Lang laughed, though it only sounded half amused. “Fucking Allebahst. Of course. And what’d they have you do there?” 
"I took photographs of the inside of government buildings."
And you never found out what it was for, right?
Why would I care? It didn't matter to me.“Fascinating stuff.” Lang leered…or maybe it was a smile “...you got a time frame for this expedition? I’d like to check a little something with a source of mine.” 
"June of 2013," he answered.
No-one remembered facts and dates and sounds, and smells and sights much better than he remembered any emotional response to them. He remembered the warm sun on his face as he stood in front of a food truck across from a government building winding the film on his camera.
A lot different from the facility, huh? Fulbright suggested. I think you liked being out there.
Maybe.“June of 2013…right about in the aftermath of the civil war.” Lang mused “You took the photos and left? Did you meet right with…what was it, Specs?”
"No, the other one– Bolo." We just called them both sir. No-one reached up to adjust their sunglasses and remembered they weren't wearing any. "I reported back to him in the kitchen of an empty restaurant in Barcelona. Then he put me in the back of a car with blacked out back windows and drove seven hours. We got out in a wheat field, and I was brought down into another facility like the ones I was trained in."
“Seven hours.” he murmured “outta Barcalona.”
The man didn’t take a single physical note, but the look in his eyes said he wasn’t missing any of it. As his sharpened teeth grit together, he barked out another question “You feel many turns on the way? And do you remember the direction you were facing when they put you in there?”
"We probably spent about an hour or two going in circles," No-one explained. "Beyond that, I'm sorry, I couldn't tell you," “Well. It’s better than nothing.” Lang laughed, clapping his hands together.
“Lang Zi says ‘Even a speck of blood can lead a talented hound to the right path.’ Heh…remember the physical features of your handlers, Mr. Phantom?” 
"If you give me paper, I could probably draw them," No-one offered. "Specs was blond. Hair around the jaw. Thick, black rimmed glasses. Thin, with a sharp face. Usually no facial hair. Bolo was stout. Golden complexion, wide nose, dark eyes. I saw him wearing a white cowboy hat once."
They seem like… quite the characters when you explain them like that, Bobby considered.
They probably were. Characters, I mean. I doubt they were their genuine selves while they were working.Lang smirked, and reached across his black silk shirt towards his empty shoulder holster…where he pulled out a small pad and pencil and offered it to him with a wink.
“Let’s play a little show and tell.” 
No-one accepted the pad and pencil, and held them a little awkwardly with his chained arm, but he didn't complain. He just started sketching.
You're really good at that. Better than some of the police sketch artists I've seen, Fulbright observed.
We were trained to. For circumstances where cameras were unavailable.
Lang leaned on the wall nearby, peering at him. “Did your organization ever have you work with other organizations? Was there collusion? Cooperation?” 
"If they did, I wasn't party to it. All of my operations were solo operations," he explained as he drew. "I suspect that's how they operated in general. They didn't like… collusion between assets."
They were afraid of you, Fulbright said. Afraid that if you ever worked together you'd take apart their organization– or at least, them.
No-one gave no answer.
“Makes sense to me.” Lang nodded “keep a man isolated from the rest of the pack, and you can control him better.”
His dark eyes stared firmly at him “Like all the rest this was a solo op, I imagine. How often did you need deep cover…how many people have you had to kill to take their place? And…”
His voice trailed off before he grit his teeth and said “I want a full list of previous identities you may have gone on in the past.” 
"Understood," he said. "I'll write out the list for you after I finish this sketch. This was my longest deep cover mission. The longest before this was one month. I've killed three people for that purpose."
He probably expects that to be a longer list, huh? Fulbright considered.
That's not my problem. This mission was very unusual for me.Lang laughed , his arms crossed “Three. Got it. This job must have felt interminable, eh?” 
"It was very different," he admitted. He tore the page with the drawing off and offered it to Lang."I was not… in a hurry to be finished with it."
Lang took the drawing and gave it a once over, flipping it in his fingers.
The cocky smile was gone, replaced with something pensive “...I imagine not, actually.” He chuckled raspilly “that makes sense. Shame it had to come tumbling down, huh?”
"Everything ends sooner or later."
You're sad about it?
It's just a fact.
The picture that he'd handed Lang was quite detailed and in a very realistic style. It was almost as good for identification as a photograph.
Lang tucked it into his empty holster.
“Too true, too true.” He smiled that wolfman’s smile again, “but things start, too. Play along with prettyboy’s bargain and one day you might find yourself in it for the long haul.”
"We'll see." No-one tore off the next page, and handed his list to Lang.
Lang scanned it as well, before putting it with the other, in a small pocket.
“Trust me. Stranger things have happened.” he chuckled under his breath. “Lemme ask you one more thing.” 
No-one sat up and nodded.
"I'm listening.",
“If we were to find and bring in your handlers or their masters…can we count on you to provide positive identification before we deal with ‘em?” 
No-one's eyes shrank to pin-pricks and he went silent.
Bobby could feel him freeze up. It was like a block of ice on his chest as No-one simply tried to disappear at the very question, his fear like a wave of cold water washing over them.
Bobby swam to the surface and smiled nervously at Lang.
Lang’s eyes were piercing over his fang-baring smile.
“It wouldn’t be face to face, if that’s what you’re worried about.” he paused, head tilting, “though I didn’t expect nerves from the man without fear.” 
"You didn't watch the trial, Agent? Seems like there's no man without fear after all, eh?" Bobby chuckled awkwardly. "But you can have no fear in this case. You have my complete cooperation bringing them to justice. Whatever you need."
No-one still hadn't come out from the cold, dark place.
“Looks like there ain’t. But that ain’t a bad thing” Lang’s smile turned a touch less sharp as he spread his hands wide. “Fear’s just part of the human experience. But if you face it and help me…we’ll see real justice done, no matter what.” He put his hand to his chest “you have Shi Long Lang’s word on that. Your safety, and justice brought to the doorstep of those who think they can dodge it.” 
"I'm glad to hear you say that, Agent Lang." Bobby went to salute, and his cuff clinked against the bed. He sighed. "I'll be happy to work with you on the side of justice."
December 21, 9:15 pm
Miles paused the tape as the interview ended, and he poured two fresh glasses of wine, handing one to Franziska, who was sitting on his desk as they watched.
"So what do you think?" He rubbed the bridge of his nose, trying to dispel the tension that had gathered there.
Franziska took a long sip from her wine before she muttered. “This is either a brilliant idea…or the worst one we’ve had yet, little brother. We have information, but who knows how good it’ll be if this organization moves as fast as he says.”
"Lang's people have already been to Fulbright's apartment while his interview was taking place. I received a message that they were able to retrieve the documents that he mentioned to Gumshoe, at least." Miles sighed and sipped his wine too. "I know it's a risk, but you can see from the interview that these people have no respect for human life. And they're operating at a high level. They think they're immune from consequences. From prosecution."
“And for that they are fools.” Franziska’s fingers lowered to the whip coiled by her side as her other hand tilted the wine glass back and forth.
“They’re monsters, Miles. I’ve seen some wretched sorts over the years, but their disregard for basic human …anything, is deplorable. But they aren’t perfect. They’ll be stopped…the question becomes how soon. And will our friend remember enough to help us catch them.” 
"He already may have given us something," MIles considered. "Interpol's watching the apartment now. Which means if this other agent comes to 'clean the joint up' as they say in film– then suddenly we've got ourselves another one of their men."
Franziska snorted softly through her nose.
“that much is true.” Her eyes bored into the frozen image, “let’s hope one is stupid enough to come knocking. I want to see those drawings Lang received ASAP.” 
"I'm supposed to have a copy tomorrow morning. I'll make sure you do too." Miles turned and looked at the paused image again, and the smiling man in the bed.
“What do you make of him, Miles?” Franziska mused, her brow furrowing as she watched the same frozen image. 
"That's what I'm trying to figure out," he admitted. "It's strange– eerie, even– watching him change back and forth like that. I was acquainted with him for a year, you know. Not well, but obviously he was in and out of the prosecutorial office…"
“And was he always like this? Bouncing back and forth.” Franziska nibbled her nail with a frown “...you may be right about him needing trusted therapy. I haven’t seen a man at odds with himself so bad since…well. Back when I was still prosecuting in LA.” 
"He absolutely was not like this," Miles told her firmly. "He never once dropped the act in the year I knew him, and everyone I've spoken to says the same. If I didn't know better I'd think that the Fulbright persona was the real one and the flat affect was the result of some kind of brain damage. I wonder if he might legitimately have snapped under Athena's scrutiny last night. You can see why I insisted on the therapy."
“Between that and the sniper round at the peak of his anxiety, I think you have a point.” Franziska crossed her arms “...you have an international spy in the midst of a mental breakdown bouncing back and forth between cold and collected and a foolish little police detective.”
She closed her eyes and took a sip of wine “I admit I’m curious where it all leads.”
"So am I, Franziska. And I won't admit it to anyone but you, but I'm a little worried as well."
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humanpurposes · 23 hours
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Karma is a God // Aemond x Lucerra Velaryon
Is it a moodboard? Is it a book cover? Idk but it was fun to make
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ladysunamireads · 1 year
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Doubt
Doubt by AniTI
Karma was never the first choice for any of his friends, so why was he the first choice for Shiro? And why wasn't he the first choice for his parents?
OR
Class-E listen into Karma's conversation with his father while in hospital, and uncover a lot.
Words: 2077, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Assassination Classroom
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: Gen
Characters: Akabane Karma, Korosensei, Yanagisawa Kotarou | Shiro, Class 3-E, Akabane Karma's Father
Relationships: Akabane Karma & Korosensei, Akabane Karma & Shiro, Akabane Karma & Akabane Karma's Parents, Akabane Karma & Class 3-E
Additional Tags: Akabane Karma Needs a Hug, Akabane Karma Has PTSD, Akabane Karma-centric, Parental Korosensei, i wrote this instead of doing homework, Child Neglect, Mentioned Akabane Karma's Mother, Neglected Akabane Karma, no beta we die like shiro, Insecurity, Character Study, I think?, Implied Kayano/Nagisa, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Implied/Referenced Torture, Why does no one mention how karma threw himself off a cliff, I Wrote This While Listening to Ricky Montgomery's Music
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42730656
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le-panda-chocovore · 7 months
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"Say" Karma asks with his eternal strawberry milk in hand "are you a cat person or a dog person ?"
Gakushuu doesn't even bother to look at him. It's been month now that Akabane daily hangs around him, starts absurd conversation just for the love of it, and jumps on every single occasion to compete with him. Gakushuu is kinda used to it now, but he has yet developed a skill to fully ignore the boy.
"I'm a cat person myself, you know. I think cats suit you too."
Gakushuu doesn't answer, even if he knows that he eventually will have to. Akabane never gives up with his weird questions. He's only putting things off.
"Well I guess dogs are more convenient to you, since you love giving orders and everything. I mean, you're a leader, you want loyalty, dogs are great with that."
Gakushuu sighs. He's only trying to eat his bento in peace, but peace is a complicated things to reach when Akabane Karma is in your life.
"Are you going to write an essay about wether dogs or cats are more suits to me ?"
"Well I would if you don't answer, I have to make my own conclusion. So, dogs or cats ?"
".... Neither."
Karma rolls his eyes and puts his drink down on Asano's desk. Because of course he was sitting in front of him, he specifically came to disturb Gakushuu during the lunch break. It began a month after the start of the school year. At first it was one day every two weeks, then one per week, then three, then every day. The whole class was also used to it now, the weird rivalry-friendship-flirtous relation they have. Gakushuu still finds that annoying.
"You can't say that ! If you have to choose between a dog or a cat, what would you take ?"
"I don't know. Does it matter? I don't have a preference."
"Of course it matters !! How can you say something so stupid ?! It means everything ! It kinda define your personality but go off I guess !"
As usual, Akabane is dramatic. Gakushuu sighs again. Why such a fuss about a simple question ?
"I have never had a pet." He doesn't even know why he tries to explain himself. Isn't he allowed to just not have a preference? "I don't know what they're like."
"What ? How could you nev- Oh. Yeah. I guess your dad isn't the type to offer you a cat for Christmas."
"No, he really isn't." But the mental image makes him smile. Internally, of course. Can't be seen showing emotions when Akabane's looking.
"Well you don't need to actually have a pet to know which one you prefer. Imagine, a few years in the future, you live in your own apartment and you have a good job and enough money. You can do whatever you want, even adopt a pet. What would you choose then ?"
Asano thinks about it, he even stops eating to visualize the picture. What would he choose, if he can have anything ?
"I don't know."
"Asano."
"What ? I really don't ! Why should I like one better than the other ?"
Abakane seemed genuinely exasperated, he couldn't believe what he heard. How can a person not have a preference! It's a crime ! He should put the strawberry blonde under arrest, but he isn't a cop, and Gakushuu would probably be out in a matter of hours. He's way too perfect to stay in jail.
"Look at that" Karma shows him his phone, "and tell me that does nothing to you !"
It's a picture of a black and white cat stretching. Gakushuu looks unimpressed, which only increases Akabane's outrage. The red-haired boy keeps scrolling his phone to shows pictures and video of cats and kittens, trying to get a reaction from Asano. But the only thing Gakushuu does, beside frowning, is commenting a simple "okay I guess."
"YOU HEARTLESS BASTARD, THE FUCK YOU MEAN 'OKAY I GUESS' ????"
"Don't yell and don't swear."
He realized then that the whole class -more precisely the remaining students who don't eat at the cafeteria- were listening, and now looking at them. Hell he hates when Akabane makes a scene like this.
"Those are the most beautiful and cute and perfect creatures that have ever existed, and you DARE to say that they're only okay ???? What kind of psychopath are you !?"
"It's a pet Akabane. Besides, between us, you're the psycho one."
"A pet- A PET HE SAID. CATS ARE FUCKING GODS AN-"
"Oh my god, shut up, will you ? I didn't said I don't like cats, I just... I don't know."
It's Karma's turn to sigh. The boy is looking at him as if he was an alien inable to communicate with a human language. Gakushuu stares back. He isn't the weird one, he convinces himself, there's no problem in not liking pets.
"So dogs it is then ?"
"Well, uh... Not really. I don't particularly like dogs either."
That's when Ren joined the conversation. He hands his own phone which shows the Instagram page of one of his friend. A girl and her dog running in the snow. It was a pretty cute picture.
"Here, what do you think about it ?" Ren asks with a fake innocentsmile. He is clearly up to something and Asano doesn't like that. He feels like they're making an alliance against him. Akabane lean toward them to see the picture and Asano's reaction.
"Hm" said Gakushuu after looking at the screen for 5 long seconds. Ren laughed, Gakushuu frowns, and Karma protests.
"The FUCK you mean-"
"Stop swearing I said. You're insufferable."
"And you're fucking weird. How can you not react ? Do you have a heart ?"
Asano shrugs. He takes his bento and starts eating again, ignoring the look everyone is giving to him. Honestly, he's kinda satisfied to see the annoying human nuisance sighs. Karma seems desperate and the fact that the roles are reversed is extremely funny to him.
"You cannot not love pets." Karma groans.
"Well, obviously I can."
Ren gets closer with his chair and puts his own food on Asano's desk.
"You're neither a cat or a dog person but there must be a pet you like." He assumes with a thoughtful face.
"What are you doing ?" Gakushuu stares with murderous eyes. His childhood friend laughed it off nervously.
"I'm just curious ! I never got to know your favourite animal, that's all."
"Maybe I don't have one."
"That's sad" points out Akabane. "Or maybe you love hamster but you're ashamed of it."
This time Gakushuu sighs again. He sighs often when Akabane is around, and that means everyday since the beginning of the year.
"Well a little mouse maybe ?"
"No" Asano deadpans.
"Ew" Sakakibara comments.
"They're cute tho," Karma protests. "Wait I'm showing you a picture."
"My sister has an hamster." claims Koyama while handing his own phone.
Asano looks at it but doesn't say anything, fully aware that everyone was waiting for him to react. It's not that he dislikes being when people stares at him, they always do, but he isn't the kind of person who talk about themself. His father always reminds him to give private information carefully because we never know what people might do with that. And, well, he's father is not the best role model, but it's the only one he has.
However, the main problem right know is that Asano really doesn't know what pet he likes. Cats and hamsters and dogs may indeed be cute if you take the definition of the word, he can see that, but he doesn't feel any particular affection toward them by looking at those pictures.
"Well ?" asks Karma, staring at him curiously as if he's trying to read his soul -and he probably is.
"What ?" Asano really has nothing to say, and it shows. "Well, it's alive."
"Gods can you hear yourself ? You're the worst human alive." Karma takes back his strawberry milk and starts drinking obnoxiously.
"We should try mice then" Akira proposes. "You said you'd show a picture Akabane."
The cat lover looks up to him but before he could answer, another students appeared next to Asano's desk. Apparently, their classmates, who listened to the entire conversation since the beginning, took the Virtuosos' intervention as an autorization to join the debate as well. The most brave of them, a blonde girl with round glasses, gives her phone to Asano to show him a picture of three little mice.
"Th-their names are Iku, Aki and Uka" she mumbles.
"Oh. Well... Okay ?"
Akabane slams his drink against the desk.
"That fucking 'okay' again, is that the only word you know ?"
"I don't know what you're expecting from me !!" Gakushuu finally snaps.
"A fucking human reaction ! Is that too much to ask ?? When I look at cats, I'm like 'awwwwwww so cute I want to adopt them and cuddle them and feed them' but YOU don't give a shit about those little fluffy angels and I don't know how you can be so heartless !! Do you ever feel anything ? Are you a robot ?"
"I do feel things, thanks" Asano grunts. "I'm just not a pet person."
"All pets are differents, there's plenty races of cats and dogs. Maybe you could like one." Sakakibara fully ignores the deathly glare Asano has and keeps going. "Like a golden retriever and a bulldog are nothing alike."
After those words, in a matter of three minutes, the whole class gather around the poor student representative to show every pictures of their pets. There are plenty of cats and dogs from all races and age and Asano quickly lose control of the situation (not like he ever had it in the first place). He doesn't know where to look at, he's fully surrounded and is forced to stop eating again.
Despite that, he still doesn't really react to what he sees, and Akabane is know completly convinced that his rival is a future serial killer. Asano tries to reach his bestfriend for help, but Sakakibara is too busy trying to not laugh to hard to do anything. Betrayed by his right hand man, Asano turns toward the other Virtuosis, but they're no help either.
And that is the moment when the teacher comes back to class, only to see his students all gathered around Gakushuu's desk with their phones out.
Gakushuu is of course the first one to notice, and immediately stands up to greet him and to tell everyone to go back to their place. They groan but obey. Except, of course, Akabane.
"What happened here ?" Asks the teacher out of curiosity.
"Asano said he never had a pet before so we're trying to guess what he could like."
Gakushuu glares at Karma, who shrugs with a smile.
"He said he's neither a cat or dog person" Karma continues, "but he must be something."
Asano expected the teacher to dismiss the boy for starting irrelevant conversation, and to remind the class to stay serious about the work and everything. He certainly didn't expected him to hum with an amused smile and to answer "I knew someone once who had a bird pet. Do you like feathers Asano-kun ?"
He really doesn't expect that. What was he even supposed to answer ? And why was the teacher joining the circus ?
"I... Don't think so ? Birds are louds." Gakushuu explains finally, but he doesn't seem really sure about that. Karma notices and grins when he gets up to go back to his own desk.
"I guess they are." The teacher opens his binder to the lesson he prepared. "Well, you guys should talk about this outside of class hours. Let's continue where we stopped..."
Gakushuu is clearly relieved to go back to a serious subject appropriate for school. Little does he know that Akabane has no intention to stop this debate.
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mslovepoem · 6 months
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From my fanfic Sincerely, the stranger you call brother , where Karma and Gakushuu are secretly brothers
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solarsavoy · 3 months
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The Ghosts of Christmas
I am so sorry I totally meant to make a post when I started it and then forgot. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
This year, I've decided to make another Christmas fic! (Instead of finishing Kristmas Karma II first, because I'm a jerk.) It follows Gakuhou, featuring the big 5 (plus Karma), in his own, very much needed Christmas Carol! It's got four chapters out so far and the plan is to post one each day until Christmas, and I'm very proud of it. ^^
(No KKII, don't look at me that way! I haven't forgotten or abandoned you I SWEAR!!)
Anyway, hope to see you there, and comments and kudos are greatly appreciated. 😁 (And so are signal boosts)
Trigger warning for the fic: implied/referenced suicide, mention of suicide
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