One move to many. That was how this had happened.
Just… One.
Karma Akabane wasn’t exactly known as the patient type. His patience, his ability to wait on things, solely came down to his interest level. If he didn’t care, it showed. He would lose interest, lose patience, and give up on it. However? When he truly had interest in one subject or another, in one area or another, it showed. It showed in his hard work. It showed in his self restraint… It showed. Because that wasn’t something he’d gotten particularly good at. Until recently.
Being part of the END CLASS had actually done wonders for his patience level lately. He was often holding off, waiting to attack until it was a co-op effort. He didn’t try to do everything SOLO anymore.
However? Waiting for his friend at the subway station, waiting to pick him up… had ended a fair bit… worse then he’d expected. Members of the other classes had just kept pushing him. He let it go, let it go, let it go- UNTIL one of them l i t e r a l l y shoved him, almost pushing him over the YELLOW DANGER LINE, almost onto the tracks. He’d managed to stop himself from falling in- But he hadn’t managed to stop himself from what came next.
BLOOD SHOWED AGAINST THE WALL.
The MIDDLE SCHOOL student had bashed this persons head against the wall repeatedly- Breaking the tiling, and leaving blood trailing down, to where the other youth sat. Their friends? Had already run off. TERRIFIED about what the red-haired youth might do next.
And they should be. If Nagisa didn’t arrive in time, if they didn’t try to stop him… this violent outbreak would turn from a simple school bullying incident ( that had switched out in favor of the “UNDERDOG” ) … to a straight up HOMICIDE.
faint curses were mumbled under his breath as his QUICK PACE brought him to the SUBWAY STATION minutes past the time he’d told karma to get there . his alarm had failed to go off && forced the blue boy to R U S H . he hadn’t the time to brush his hair , let alone PUT IT UP . his beige school uniform was all that was done to 𝒶𝓁𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀. from when he INITIALLY WOKE . so , to make himself look better than the TANGLED MESS it had been , thin digits FINGER-COMBED THROUGH IT , getting the bad knots out && s m o o t h i n g .
though the station WASN’T TOO FAR , it was still q u i t e a b i t of a walk . when he finally approached && saw the DEEP CRIMSON dripping from BROKEN TILE && K A R M A standing just a FOOT AWAY FROM THE BODY , the bag that rested on his shoulder DROPPED TO THE FLOOR . thin legs P O U N D E D the ground , HARD , as he rushed to the scene .
“ karma-kun ! “
he yelled , though he was UNSURE IF THEY COULD HEAR HIM . the moment he was close enough , a hand reached out && grabbed the taller’s shoulder , TUGGING THEM . he just wanted to get their focus AWAY from the fatally wounded kid , not caring if it redirected to himself .
“ karma-kun , you need to calm down . “
it was NO SECRET karma && nagisa had their fair share of FIGHTS , ( though maybe a bit more && rougher than most ) , but they were still – or at least what nagisa liked to think of as – FRIENDS . he knew the red haired teen would get in TROUBLE for this attack , but PRISON was definitely a NON-NEGOTIABLE OPTION IF MURDER was involved . he aimed to STOP THE CONFLICT before that was an issue …