Nagisa's POV
Sooo it is fifth period right now. In history class... we pretty much do nothing and we don't get in trouble for it. And we still get A's.

In other words: Best. Class. Ever.

We would randomly play games. Like that one time somebody brought Twister.... for some reason. Everybody went to the nurse because of some... red-headed person. Let's just say he did something.

"Did you notice how Karma has been coming to classes now???" One person said.

"Oh YEAH. He always skipped class because nothing was interesting and he was bored." Another person said.

"Don't you guys think it's obvious?" One other person said, "You know. About why he's been attending classes recently."

"Why?" The other two said in unison.

"Look over there..." They started to look my way and I immediately went back to talking Kaede. She was talking about pudding. Again. But I still wanted to hear more of what those three people were saying. So I used my assassination techniques to conceal my presence so that I could listen without them knowing. This isn't stalking, pssssh.

"It's that girl. With the blue hair."

"Akabane-san is staying because of her? He doesn't really cross me as that type to, well... like somebody."

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HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAA. They... think Karma likes me?? PSSHHH HAHAHAHAHA. He doesn't strike me as the type to like somebody either. Let alone me.

I'm pretty sure what they said wasn't true. I mean, maybe Karma just always, maybe, sometimes comes to class... I didn't think this through. But still. A guy like him won't like me right, readers?

Okay. I can't lie anymore. I like him. His red hair, his golden eyes, that personality: all of it. I love it. I love him. At first I thought of him as someone who was extremely annoying to me, then I saw him as a bully. Then a sadist. Then a friend. Then someone I held very dear. I didn't ever want to let him go. I'm sorry for what's to come.