AAH I'm so tired~ We are about to have four tests in the next three days How do I survive this? Anyway, as always I just can't appreciate your support enough. To be honest, I found out that when it's time to wake up, I always look at my phone and read your reviews and it makes me so happy that I really do get up. And that's something like a miracle (I hate waking up)

So here's the next chapter!

Karma's P.O.V.

3 a.m.

There was no noise at all. I closed the window today and for the first time in a really long time I was lying on my bed. And yet there was just no way I would fall asleep. Having been lying this way almost every day for the last month, I just had enough experience to say I wouldn't get any sleep that night.

Getting up, I looked out of the window. It was still dark though I could see some trace of sunlight breaking. Maybe some fresh air would make me feel better. Help me from the feeling of suffocating.

The chilling air made me shiver. Even with a jacket, I still couldn't help but be cold. As I breathed out, small puffs of air came out.

I looked up to the sky. No stars. All I saw was the light of the lamps. Now I was watching the streets. No people whatsoever. Well of course noone would be out - it was past 3 a.m. after all.

Now it wasn't only my house that had no trace of life, it was like that in here too now. How come everywhere I went, the warmth disappeared?

For some reason, I felt anger building inside of me. How foolish, this silence was supposed to cool me off, to help me clear my head and stop the flow of negative thoughts. And yet it did the the exact opposite. Maybe it was the fact that the streets reminded me so much of the house. The feeling of loneliness, of darkness and emptiness. No people, no affection, just me and the cruel world.

I needed to punch something. With all of that bottled inside of me, even the smallest thing could trigger my rampaging. Now that I though about it, that might have been the reason I got suspended so much. Violence. It all sprang from the way I thought of this world. From the way I was taught to live and from all the disappointments that I experienced and did. And somehow, I started liking hurting others. How sick.

Seems like I wasn't really alone after all. There were sounds of men talking and soon I spotted them, seven altogether, standing before a local pub. Hearing their conversation, I deduced that they were really drunk. I wondered - should I avoid that noise or just ignore it? Was I in the mood to deal with some bastards slurring words and acting like animals? No, thanks.

I intended to (this once) peacefully walk away and proceed on killing the time. However, one of those pigs yelled: "Hey kiddo, whatcha doing here at this time?" And another one joined him: "It'z past bedtime for kids, sn't 't?"

And the rest of them laughed. Drunk idiots. I had no need to answer so I just confidently continued walking without reacting.

"Hey, ignoring us?" Judging from the tone, he was annoyed.

Ah, this was annoying.

"Seems like he wantz 's to teach him a proooper lesson!" And I knew that this wasn't going to get resolved rationaly. Oh well, since when was I the one to avoid fights? I grew up with them, I lived to fight.

"You guys want to be my punchbags?" Smiling, I turned at them. Nagisa-kun told me many times that this kind of smile was creepy, too cold and sadistic. And it described me just too well.

And sure, beating the crap out of them was fun. It was such a fun I completly forgot of what I was thinking just before. The sound of cracking bones, their shrieks painted in agony. I loved it so much.

"Ahahaha!" I was madly laughing. At the surprised looks when I kicked one to the stomach, broke ribs to the second one and punched some others. Good. Good, good, good! Such a beautiful feeling!

Bang

And I felt a pain so sharp that it made my vision blurry. My head. As if the headaches weren't enough. And yet I was still laughing. The attacker noticed that too and furiously aimed at my head again. However I blocked it with an arm and sent him flying to the ground.

Hot

Blood sure was hot. It felt so nice in this chilly autumn morning that I almost wanted to bleed more. For the burning sensation, for the reminder that I was still alive.

Ahaha, such a wonderful day. I got to vent my anger. I got to touch that amazing liquid that meant life. Life - oh such a glorious and yet dreadful wish.

What brought me back to the earth was a sudden wave of dizziness followed by a sharp pain in my left arm. Although the wound on my forehead was bleeding a lot, I knew it wasn't that serious. Light concussion at most. And the arm - bruising probably. Damn, that old man didn't even hesitate to hit me with that bottle. Well I also didn't hesitate to kill them. So it was only fair.

Having silenced the bunch, I aimed back home. Now that I returned from the psycho state of mine, I realized just how troublesome this was. What would my classmates say if they saw this?

Well, I could skip so what's the deal.

In the end, I didn't skip. The enormous hateful house was enough of a reason for me to go. Before setting off for school, I had washed the blood away and took care of the injuries. I didn't want it to be shown so I only covered it with a band aid - almost unnoticable with my bangs so it was okay. About the hand, well, I had the blazer to cover the bandage.

Yeah, I could pull this off.

Koro-sensei's P.O.V

"And then you divide this number and add this one, you get four x." I turned back to see if they understood my teachings. My gaze stopped at the last desk though. Karma-kun wasn't paying attention, instead he had his head on the desk as if sleeping.

Suspicious~ Karma-kun never slept on classes.

Silently approaching him, I intended to pull a prank on him but as soon as I noticed how he looked, I abandoned that plan. Poor little boy, he seemed so tired and he was shivering to that. Maybe the class was too cold? I could feel my head turn blue from shock. Should I wake him up? Send him home? What if he was sick?

Either way, I took a blanket and covered him with it.

"That idiot Karma is sleeping, huh." I heard Terasaka snicker.

"He must be tired, and if Koro-sensei agreed, we should let him rest up!" Okuda-san defended the red haired boy. Really, how sweet of her.

"Now, now, let's procceed with the lesson, shall we?" And with that, I walked back to the board.

Nagisa's P.O.V.

English. Bitch-sensei was saying something about the best ways and phrases to seduce someone but my mind was on something else. Or someone else. Even though Karma-kun was already awake now, my worry just didn't cease. Was he really panting or was it my imagination? And his gaze seemed so unfocused.

Because of the distance between our seats, I just couldn't talk with him. And apparently I wasn't the only one who noticed Karma-kun's strange behaviour.

"What's wrong, kid?" Bitch-sensei asked, looking at my friend.

And at the very same time,

he fell from his chair.

Well, that escalated quickly. But damn, that sentence is so awkward o I couldn't think of anything else and it's pretty late in here already so... eh.

As I told you guys, I might have delays with updating so please stay patient!

See you soon, Satsuki!