Whenever someone saw Nagisa, they always came to a common conclusion: That he was weak, naive, and had not a single bad bone in his body. Nagisa had always gone along with them, acting with a tailored mask that served to prevent people from fearing him, to allow him to live a normal life without terrifying anyone. And it had gone pretty well, him smiling and laughing and faking emotions as he buried his true desires deep into himself, unintentionally building them up until they were pulled taut, ready to break free.
On all occasions, it was a relief when his restrained composure was allowed to snap.
Karma always made a point of motioning towards the deep line between him and everyone else. When he thought that, say, beating someone to a bloody pulp was a perfectly good source of fun, society seemed to recoil from the notion, casting him away into a slot of other unsavories that Karma had no intention of befriending.
So it was really an extremely pleasant surprise when he found someone like him, someone different and subconsciously shunned by the rest of the world, that he couldn't help but greedily latch on. The only problem was, at the time, he hadn't realized what kind of danger that the little, seemingly bipolar boy with blue hair would bring into his life. But he could never recall a single time when he had regretted their meeting.
So first, disclaimers or whatever.
I DO NOT own Assassination Classroom/Ansatsu Kyoushitsu or any of the story's characters; everything belongs to Yusei Matsui and Funimation.
Nothing belongs to me except for this story's plot.
I also don't own the cover image.
This fic is very experimental, so please don't expect something amazing.
Updates have now become erratic, usually a few weeks between each chapter.
Hope you enjoy!