Karma is not a normal kid, and that's evident in all the things she does- the glint in her eyes as she fights for her life, the pranks she plays on a known murderer.

But hey, that's okay. Because in this leaky building full of holes and misfits we call class, nobody is normal.

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People walk as if on glass around Akabane Karma. They fear for every movement they make, not able to close their wide eyes, afraid of the consequences of such a simple action.

And maybe, here in the Assassination Classroom, they'll stop stepping in the pit of glass and begin to wear reasonable ootwear.

Unless you're the Reaper, sandals never killed a person.

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"Good morning!" The day always begins with the sound of goo on wood and a cheerful remark from their teacher. "I will now take attendance." Maybe a dagger zooms toward his head, or a bullet whizzes at his face at that moment. But the reaction is always the same- a Mach 20 dodge and a mocking 'ahuhuhuhu', usually followed by neon green and yellow stripes against the targets face.

Karma hates monotony.

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Karma doesn't know if they really can tell that she's a girl. There's nothing on her chest, and her hair is cropped short.

They call her "End-Class's Golden Boy".

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She lays the side of her face on the wooden desk and shuts her eyes. If a red print was left on her cheek from the wood, maybe it would offset the giant purple bruise on her forehead.

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Karma jumps off the cliff and knows that teachers are horrible, they care only about their career. If she died, it was probably so be it, so sensei saved his own skin.

When she lands in the net, there's a single tear in one golden eye.

She tells herself its from disappointment.