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Karma's P.O.V.

"Alright! Stop!" Karasuma-sensei shouted, giving us the permission to cease running. Normally this much would be nothing to me but right now my head and lungs were killing me. Maybe it was the fatigue, I didn't sleep more than ten hours the last two weeks. It was just getting so hard to fall asleep. So many things whirled in my mind and even if I did drift into sleep, I would wake up in few minutes covered with cold sweat.

"Ah, this really is tough!" Nakamura-san was bent, supporting herself by hands on knees. Just like everyone else, she was puffing.

"But you still look fine, what are you? A monster?" She made a grimace. I was good at hiding feelings. I hated being weak or appearing so. The least thing I wanted right now was someone reminding me just how horribly I felt or looked.

"This isn't so bad, actually." I felt Nagisa, Isogai, Maehara and Nakamura's stares on me. It wasn't a lie. This kind of excercise (was) would be nothing much to me. Though right now I would love to collapse to the ground and beat the crap out of my head. Stupid headache.

"We made it alive!" Isogai suddenly lifted both me and Maehara who stood next to me into a hug. He sure must have been really happy to finish this lesson.

"Hm?" He made a strange face as he put us down. Really, these kind of displays of happiness were annoying.

"Isogai, could you please stop picking people up? It's disturbing." Maehara plead, holding his side where he was grabbed.

However, the black head seemed in his own world: "That's weird."

"What is?" The brown head asked, looking at me. I too had no idea so we looked at the third one, awaiting an explanation for his cut off statement.

"Hey, you two are the same height, right?" He finally asked. This question made a little uneasy though.

"Yeah, 175 cm." The guy next to me answered. "Why?"

"It's just-" he looked at me: "Aren't you too light, Karma? You felt like a feather in comparison to Maehara." I raised an eyebrow. Was I? I didn't notice any difference between us.

Maehara suddenly shouted out: "ARE YOU SAYING I'M HEAVY?!"

"No-no-no! You are just fine but... Karma's concerning me." Isogai laughed a little half-heartedly, returning his attention to me. Hell, this was a pain. Why would they even care? It's not so important.

"What are you talking about? I'm just fine." that seemed to put them at ease. Maybe it was thanks to my carefree expression or calm voice. But Maehara just had to dig into that matter: "Well, he does look skinny."

"I have to agree," Nagisa-kun chuckled but I could hear slight worry in his voice. This situation was getting pretty crappy.

"You are the one to talk, Nagisa-kun. I'm not and besides-"

"I read the student files once," Nakamura suddenly spoke up which made me realize just how troublesome this could get. She was looking at me with fierce eyes, already suspecting something.

"- if I remember right, you weight 60 kg?" First of all, what of that. Secondly, why would she even read them?!

"Wow, dude. You are 7 kg ligher than me?!"

"Stupid, that was like one year ago? And either way, I could fight any of you and still win so what's the deal? I just have light bones," and with that, I waved my hand in the air and walked away, annoyed. This was absurd, what of my weight? I was alright and all, and there were many skinny people in our class. Honestly, I found my weight just fine. Not that I really cared.

The last time I weighed myself was at doctor's two months ago. He also complained about the same thing except for the fact that my actual right now was 57 kg. So yeah, maybe I was a little thin but I just found cooking or going out for food so bothersome - I mean, our house was in the outskirts. Far from the centre where shops were situated.

Putting things aside, this was the sixth period which means that now it was time for lunch. I could go buy something in the cateferia and eat it in the forest. We had just enough of time for that. So time to chill.

That's what I said but the dull pain in my head got even worse when I chewed the bought bread. Therefore I decided to put it aside and just relax a bit, hoping the headache would somehow disappear or at least ease.

Sitting on a tree, in an area where noone would disturbe you, was nice. It was still a little cold since I left my extra layers in the classroom but the breeze didn't bother me too much. There was no sharp light that would burn holes into my brain, instead a soft sunlight that managed to get through the three leaves welcomed me.

The quietness worked as a lullaby - maybe I would manage to get some real sleep in a long time? Losing the fight of consciousness, I closed my eyes and gave it a try.

That wasn't the best idea. When I came to, I found myself lying on the ground. Surprisingly I didn't wake up after hitting the ground from four meters but about five minutes later. Well the blackout was worth it. My head felt lighter and nothing seemed to matter anymore. I just lied there, watching the sky and the tree crowns.

October sure was pretty - yellow and red leaves, falling to the ground and making it look as though the sun itself was paying a visit to all of us down here. Just lying on the very color made me believe I belonged here, the sight of this golden paradise made me feel its warmth.

Though that was just an illusion.

I was just spacing out again.

Dreaming of impossible.

In this world where even your own parents didn't mean anything to you, warmth was just a lie. Everything was a lie. Even this class, these friendships are shallow. As long as you look happy, they will accept it and doubt or suspect nothing.

"Karma-kun!" Suddenly, a male voice called out. For some reason I didn't react.

"Karma-kun, what's wrong?!" It was Nagisa-kun, I recognised the voice. Right now, he was by my side, looking at me, worried.

Seeing this boy and his genuine concern, it was a little hard to stand my ground, to cling onto the cold view of mine about this whole world.

"Can you hear me? Karma-kun?! What's wrong?!" He was now waving his hand before my face.

Nagisa-kun was my friend, wasn't he? How long have we known each other? Three years? And yet all we knew about each other was the basic information. I was just as superficial as everyone else. But if this relationship was just a fake one, why would he be looking so scared right now? Why would he be screaming as if someone precious to him was hurt?

"Karma-ku-" Really, I just couldn't ignore him anymore.

"I'm okay," stopping his hand, I looked right into his blue eyes. That was all that it took to calm him down.

The latter let out a sight, letting his head fall on my chest: "Don't scare me like that, I thought something happened to you."

And I took advantage of that: "Eh? Nagisa-kun was worried about me? That's so nice from you, am I that special to you?"

And the blue-haired boy stood up, embarrased: "T-T-That's not it! But you are my friend! Of course I would worry!"

My face right now was probably empty, it felt empty and expressionless. Even the mocking smile I took on disappeared. Ah, how could I defy that gaze of his? The honest eyes that were telling me that in them, I still had some value? And yet, I just didn't believe any of it. Or more like didn't want to believe it. Believing meant becoming vulnerable. Because betrayal comes from none other than your friends.

"Karma-kun! Get up, we have Japanese in three minutes!" Nagisa-kun reminded me of the time. Was I out of it so long?

Standing up took me longer than I would like, the fall might have left some bruises and the state my head was in right now could be described as... hazy.

And yet all of that stopped mattering to me. I just didn't care. I just had no idea how to cope with the feelings and with my body's inability to keep up. Maybe I was in already in some deep shit but I just no longer seemed to even try to do something with it.

Apathetic bastard.

Karma, You fell from a tree, got knocked out and lost in depressing thoughts and yet you just don't give a damn? Let me explain: what's really happening is that you just don't understand your feelings and don't find it a serious matter. It's quite normal that people forget their own value and don't take care of themselves, isn't it?

Anyway, I hope this chapter was good enough. Thanks for supporting me! Bye bye!