Ah, this one was nice to write :) Thanks for your support, I feel kind of better now but still want to do something bad. Hope you guys are doing well! And if not, I wish the chapter will make your mood.

Karma's P.O.V.

Despite having two days to recover, my still body hurt. I was lucky - she went on a party the day I woke up in a pool of blood. And yesterday she stayed at her friend's place with a hangover so she didn't even come to the hell called home. I hoped that today she wouldn't return just yet.

I was making my way up to the mountain at a speed comparable to a snail. Partly because of the pain and partly because of the fear that my friends would find out. I didn't want to trouble them, I was enough of a burden even before all this shit began.

Suddenly, I felt presence of someone behind me. It was a boy judging from sound steps. Instead of turning around, I did my best to appear completly relaxed and carefree since there was a 99% percent chance of that person coming to me himself and question me about my absence.

As I said, Isogai-kun ran towards me and with a big "Hello, Karma!" he hit my back in his usual greeting. I winced at the impact and kind of fell on my knees but quickly regained composure.

"Was that necessary?! You scared the shit out of me!" I turned at the latter, faking an angry but amused expression.

The black-haired boy only laughed it off, helping me up: "Sorry. I was just eager to-"

"-scold me about skipping school? You should wait in the line behind Nagisa-kun, Koro-sensei and Nakamura."

But he gave me a kind smile and shook his head: "No, I had no intention of doing that. However, not attending classes really isn't the best thing to do. Though I know that you work hard and anway, let's be happy that you came today."

I couldn't say anything for a while. That dazzling, honest face wouldn't let me lie without feeling seriously guilty. Isogai-kun was one of the kindest people I have ever met. He believed in his friends unconditionally, helped them, always stayed there for them. Instead of criticizing their mistakes, he appreciated their effort and put forward suggestions to improve. He was so affectionate, loving his family and doing his best to support them. This blackhead was such a tenderhearted, considerate person. Someone I wanted to be when I was a child with big dreams. Someone I wished to have when those dreams shattered.

"Karma-kun?" I probably spaced out again because the boy's expression switched to a very concerned one. He had a hand on my shoulder (which was thankfully okay) and stared at me.

I found out why a few seconds later when I percieved a tingling sensation on my cheek. Touching it, my finger came out wet and it was only now that realized those were tears. But I wasn't crying. I would know if I cried and I never did, especially not before someone I know.

"What the hell? I think something fell into my eye," I said, rubbing it. If this was a lie or not, I did not know.

Isogai-kun seemed confused about how to react: "Um, are you okay?"

"Yeah, sure. Sorry for making you worry."

And we didn't discuss it any further. I was glad that he was that understanding to accept my excuse and I went along with his attemps to cheer me up.

When I arrived to the class, to everyone's surprise, Koro-sensei ran towards me together with Nakamura and Nagisa-kun, pulling my cheeks.

"Hey, that hurts!" I slapped their hands away, ready to let some tears slip away again. Though this time it would be to make them guilty (but I think they would be laughing their asses off so I didn't do it).

"I'm glad then! You deserve it for not coming two days in row!" The blond girl was annoyed, her hands crossed.

Koro-sensei fondled my head and I unconsciously flinched a little, remembering that I had things to hide. I don't know if he noticed but decided not to let him talk: "Sensei! Stop it, I'm not a kid!"

"Says someone whose excuse for not going to school is wanting to play games." the blue-haired boy remarked sarcastically.

Making a proud face, I shrugged my shoulders complacently: "It was worth it though."

They all eyed me which made me feel very uneasy. I kind of knew they would be suspicious but tried to make them loosen up, to not be so tense.

Unfortunately, it didn't work. My instincts were able to detect both Nagisa-kun and Nakamura's bloodlust, not to kill, but to find anything wrong. To see if my behaviour and words were genuine. Knowing that, I was careful.

However, there were people who I couldn't fool.

Bitch-sensei noticed my inability to answer her questions as quickly as before. It was hard to think, my head hurt because of the sunlight and my stomach felt like it just had a rollercaster trip. She only sent me looks, but when I almost drifted to sleep, she walked towards me and pulled my face up.

My heart stopped for a while. It was way too similar to the time that whore forced a kiss on me, hands holding chin, her eyes burning mine. For a while, I forgot to breath.

However, she only frowned and then her sight shifted up to my head. The frown only deepened and only when she told me to go to the teacher's office and I touched the place she was looking at, I remembered I had a cut there. How could I forget?! How could I be so careless?!

"Go, kid." Her order was more of a plea than a command. Being aware of her seriousness, I stood up and headed towards the place where Koro-sensei and Karasuma-sensei were, ignoring the questioning gaze of my classmates.

The teachers didn't look very surprised when I came, more like they expected it. Karasuma-sensei stopped whatever he was doing on the notebook and the octopus made his way to me: "Karma-kun, what brings you here?"

Annoyed by the fake cheerfullness, I snickered: "Don't ask such a stupid question. You know that yourself, since it was you who actually wanted me here, wasn't it?"

Knowing that I looked through his stupid, noobish act, his smile faded and to my shock, he wrapped his tentacles around me and carried my into a chair in front of Karasuma-sensei.

"This might hurt a bit but keep your eyes open," he stated before pulling out a small fleshlight and piercing a hole to my brain with it. Screw that 'a bit' of his, it hurt as fuck.

After that, he said: "Karma-kun, answer my question: How much is square root of 196 multiplied by three and divided by two?"

What the hell was this about?

"Twenty one," I said, puzzled as for what they wanted to do.

The P.E. teacher than told me to stand up. As soon as I did, he attacked me with a rubber gun. I was slow to notice, barely managing to do dodge it and almost falling backwards if it wasn't for the yellow thing picking me up and making me sit again.

Both of them glanced at each other.

"Definitely a concussion." Karasuma-sensei announced, putting the knife into a pocket.

"Excuse me?"

"First of all, your pupils are dilated and don't respond to light the way they should. You are also sensitive to brightness." The black-haired man stared at me.

"Your answer to Karasuma-sensei's question was 0.128 seconds slower than normal." Koro-sensei suddenly added.

"The same goes for your inability to completly block my attack. Not to mention your balance is off."

Were they serious? Were they really doing experiments on me just because of something like this? Hell I knew I had a concussion, as if the nausea and headache wasn't enough of a sign. They did not have to pierce holes into my brain or pierce holes into my body with that weapon to tell me.

"Huh, what's the deal? Koro-sensei also isn't right in the head and does anyone care?" I tried to pull off a joke so that they would stop with those dead-serious faces. But as none of them replied, I sighed and leaned on the chair, closing my eyes. I couldn't escape it seems.

"So? What do you want me to do?" I cracked an eye open, completly abandoning the happy me that existed for the sake of others.

Karasuma-sensei stood up with a notebook in his hands: "I have to do something so I will leave you to him. It's going to be better like that anyway," and with that, he left the room.

For a while, I just gazed at the closed doors and lost myself in emptiness. Then, the yellow octopus interruped my non-existing train of thoughts: "Karma-kun, what happened?"

I decided to be at least partly honest: "I hit the floor."

"How?"

"I passed out."

His expression was of sheer horror. He took my face with those jelly limbs of his and then quickly stuffed something very sweet into my mouth. He must have thought I neglected my meals again. I did but not that badly. But at least him thinking that was better than knowing that the psycho stepmother was back. While I munched on that piece of chocolate bar, he was looking for all kind of food and at last brought a dish of teriyaki.

"I'm a bit sick," that was the truth. He realized that was a symptom of concussion too and for a while felt conflicted. Then he made a deal with me that I would eat at least three spoonfuls and then he would let me be. It was really good so I managed to down one fourth of the dish but then immediately stopped as anymore would result in me puking my guts out.

Sensei tucked me with a blanket like before, as though I was sick, allowing me to sleep.

Was it bad for me to be like this? To let him spoil me, to care about my well being?

Did I even deserve this kind of treatment?

Because in the end, I was just lying to them all again.

Wasn't I?