I just wanna make one thing clear, this is that in this story, my OC and Karma have a completely platonic relationship. Someone who beta-read this story for me asked if I intended for my OC to be in love with Karma, or to have had a romantic relationship with Karma, but no. They were next-door neighbors for about 12 years and are just extremely close friends.

Anyway, with that out of the way, I do not own Assassination Classroom. I only own my OC.

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"Hey Karma. It's been a while." I whisper, sitting in the dirt.

"Your dad was sentenced to 50 years the other day. Thought that'd make you happy. But Class E got to him first, then Korosensei. Gave him a good beating for hurting you." I continue, my voice quiet. I can't really muster up a louder voice anyway. Coming here is always painful.

"You know... It doesn't make it better. Him going to prison doesn't make it better. It won't make it hurt less. It won't make me hate myself less. It won't make me miss you less... It won't fix anything."

"I... I should've called the police. I knew about it. I knew he was hurting you. I knew this was a possibility. I should've done something." Tears enter my eyes.

"Though you probably would've gotten mad. Remember you always said 'Reina, Please don't call the police. I don't want them to take me away.' And I didn't. Because... I didn't want to betray you. But... But now... Now I'm regretting that."

"My parents haven't stopped comparing me to you by the way. It always makes me so angry when they do that. But now I get even angrier. They always say that you would do better, and that they wish you were their son and I was your father's daughter. But, I'm gonna stand up to them tonight. I'm gonna tell them that I'm not gonna take that BS anymore. So... Thank you for that... I owe you. No. I've always owed you." I gently run my fingers over the inscription in the concrete.

"I miss you Karma. You were the best thing in my life. You were my best friend. You were like my brother. You basically were my brother. And I let this happen. I can't believe I let this happen. I shouldn't have let this happen. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry I didn't call the cops..." I whisper, tugging at the ends of my dyed hot-pink hair. I did it myself, since my parents wouldn't let me get it done at a salon. It's just highlights anyway. Not too complicated.

And Karma helped me.

My teary eyes start leaking.

"Dammit! You've done so much for me, and I let this happen! I... I thought being loyal meant being a good friend! But you lied! You lied Karma! Good friends don't let their friends get killed! Good friends don't just sit back and watch as their friends get put in the hospital over and over and over... Good friends... Good friends call the police... Good friends try... Good friends try to help. Good friends go to a teacher or someone. Anyone." I ramble. Some others have started staring. But I don't really care. They can think whatever they want about me. I'm crazy. I'm in love (which I'm not) with a dead person. I'm angry at the dead person, Karma, for something. Maybe for dying.

But I'm not angry at Karma for dying.

I'm angry at myself for letting it happen.

"Okay. I'm calm now." I whisper, wiping the tears off my face, "I have to get to class, Karma. But I'll come back soon." I stand and walk away from the slab of concrete, inscribed with the name of my best friend.

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