Note: I wrote Karma a lot more caring, although I know he's a hoe. He still will be a cocky brat, like always.. You know that moment when your writing XReader and the character you're writing you ship. It's annoying as fuck. (Y/F/F) is your favorite food.

FLOWERS BLOOMING

(Y/N) grabbed a few flowers, setting them in a small glass jar in front of him. He kept doing this, hoping to get the perfect arrangement for a funeral the next week. A friend of his's grandmother was going to her cousin's funeral and needed them.

"Customer 489!" He rang a bell, setting the flowers to the side.

(Y/N) saw a small old lady that was limping to get there. He rushed over to help the women, clinging onto him as he walked. The grandmother was obviously smiling, her face hurting from how large it was.

"Thank you kind sir..." Her voice trembled, looking up to the boy.

"Right, hold on, I'm going to get you a walker!" He shouted, running to the back employee area. Minutes later, he was already back. "Here you go ma'am!"

"You are too kind..." She grinned. Seeing others in pain smile honestly made (Y/N)'s day, as if he had helped them.

"Thank you, but it's just my job." (Y/N) smiled, attaching a small pocket to the walker and setting the flowers in it. "By the way, these are on me."

Her eyes lit up, looking as if this boy had made the boy's entire world. The women had tears pouring down her face as she nearly fainted. (Y/N) beamed, his hand running through the women's hair.

"I'm Nona, and you are?" She asked, glistening eyes.

(Y/N) smiled, "I'm (Y/N) (L/N), friend of your son. I've worked here since-"

"Hands up! My targets in here!" A male voice shouted. A few gun shots were fired, hearing glass break. Windows were broken, and screams were muffled by this.

(Y/N) didn't believe that for a second, guessing it was a robber. He opened his pepper spray, getting on his hands and knees. Luckily, he was using an office desk, so he tapped Nona on the leg with Morse code. His friend's grandfather was in the military, so he rightfully assumed she knew it.

Nona dropped on her knees, knowing not to make too much noise. The women crawled on her knees, grabbing onto (Y/N). He felt tears in his eyes, but he needed to stay strong for Nona. Having a hazy mind, he stumbled backwards, hiding behind the various amounts of flowers.

The man's voice spoke again, "Fucking hell, Octo-Dad isn't here." (Y/N) could almost hear the anger in his voice.

"Terasaka! You ruined this place!" A softer voice, slightly more cocky sounding, said, shouting at what he thought to be the shooter.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever, Korosensei isn't here anyways. Let's go." Terasaka mumbled, walking out.

"You can leave, I'm taking care of the victims you scared the fuck to death." The boy had an edge to his words. If words could kill, Terasaka would die, be reincarnated, and then die again.

(Y/N) heard stomps, before hearing a shatter and slam. He sighed a breathe of relief, seeing Nona start sobbing. She clung onto him, and (Y/N) hugged her back, hoping she would calm down. Nona wasn't going to calm down anytime soon.

He heard a squeak, maybe of a shoe, then light steps that he might had mistaken for skipping. Nona clung harder, sobbing more. Just in case, (Y/N) kept his finger on the trigger, glaring at up nothing. A male, red hair, orange-yellow eyes, and baggy clothing leaned over the counter and saw the pair. He looked shocked. Not just a little bit, but as if there was a ghost in front of him.

"I'm extremely sorry ma'am, not as much to your sir." The redette smiled at the women, but glared at the florist.

"The hell did I do?" He shouted, eyes turning into something that resembled someone who wanted to kill. The boy sighed, regaining his composure, but still pissed, "Why the hell would you wreck my flower shop? I don't have nearly enough money to pay for all this!"

"Akabane, Karma Akabane. You sir, know of Korosensei, right?" Karma smirked, looking at (Y/N).

"Wait, what? That weird octopus dude from Class
3-E?" (Y/N) asked, holding Nona closer to his neck.

"Hold on, ma'am, are you an assassin? More than that, aren't you HellaBitch sensei?" Karma glared at Nona.

"Heh, you really are as good as Korosensei claims you are!" She chuckled, flipping off her wig and outfit.

She had a white oversuit, covering the majority of her chest. HellaBitch also had a lacy bra, helping her breast perk up. She wore a short skirt along with heels. Her hair was kind of golden, matching her blue eyes, making her the perfect...

"Slutty whore." (Y/N) mumbled, kicking her off. Karma bursted into laughter, as HellaBitch looked like she was pulling out a gun.

"Motherfucker!" She shouted, putting her heel to the boy's face.

"You really are stupid, aren't you?" (Y/N) smirked, watching HellaBitch's face perk up in shock.

He sprayed her leg, hearing the girl yelp, then pinned her down. (Y/N) smirked, as Karma looked at the boy in shock. HellaBitch didn't have any weapons, even though she acted like she did at first.

"I must say, you'd make for a good assassin." Karma smirked, glaring at his least favorite teacher. The biggest hoe of them all.

Oh boy did (Y/N)'s life go crazy after this.

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Karma couldn't get over (Y/N). Sure, he wasn't the smartest, but he was perfect in any way. Child adored him, women flirted with his oblivious ass. People loved him, but (Y/N) just acted like it was normal. And to him, it was normal!

Karma also loved his ass, which he had commented on before, only to get his own ass beaten. Seriously, he hurt like hell the next day.

On that note, (Y/N) was also a great assassin. Turns out, he was told about everything Kayano and Okuda, two of his customers. He had beaten HellaBitch for God's sake! (Y/N) could've been top of the class if he was in class 3-E.

The thing was, Karma had other things to deal with. Whether it be protecting all 29 of his friends, beating Class A, or assassinating Korosensei, there was barely time for romance.

But (Y/N) was stuck in Karma's head like a piece of gum in his hair. Annoying, but pleasing and tasty. Karma wanted to fuck (Y/N)'s brains out, but knew if he said that, (Y/N) would date him, and rob him of the 10 billion.

Karma wasn't in the mood to think about it. Though, at night, the thought of him kept him up. He became noticeably more tired, and Korosensei was concerned. He brushed it off, hoping no one else (especially Nagisa. He'd nag him to death about it.) would find out. He just wore makeup under his eyes, begging god not to fall asleep.

His breaking point was when (Y/N) had to borrow his sister's short-shorts and crop top, along with platform shoes. Holy shit he had abs. Nothing to toned, but god damn his ass. Karma was flustered, but (Y/N) only lifted an eyebrow, and ignored it.

So, he decided that he was going to confess.

Karma had enough money to rent a gazebo and he could easily asked Korosensei to put lights and smaller things. He ran to the store, buying wine with a well made fake ID and grabbing (Y/N)'s favorite food, (Y/F/F).

As he set the table, Karma texted the boy.

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Me
Hey~, (Y/N) meet me here
at 9:30 p.m., Kay?"

You have sent your location to one user.

Future Husband ♥️♥️♥️
Fine, but I'm probs going
to be late.

Me
Alright!

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Karma smirked, pulling a bouquet of red and white roses. He drizzled some rose petals along the walk away, telling Korosensei that he and anyone else who cared could watch from the bushes. Which meant all of his class and HellaBitch.

He sat down, scrolling through his Instagram with the food on the table, when he saw a casually dressed (Y/N) standing at the gate of the gazebo.

"Karma, was this meant to be a... A date?" (Y/N)'s face went bright red as he covered it the best he could. People could still see the blush, considering the fact it spread to his neck.

"I was going to confess to you, but you look like you need to sit down." Karma smirked, leaning his head against his hand.

"I do." (Y/N) muttered, walking to pull out a chair. He sat down, face still flushed.

"I guess I'll explain while you're comprehending what I'm saying. (Y/N), when I first met you, I was surprised that you cared that much for a complete stranger. You were also quite strong, so I thought you were quite cool.

Eventually, I started to pay really close attention to small details, like your hair, when you sleep, when you wake up, or stuff you wear. I won't lie, I noticed your ass pretty quickly." Karma winked, watching the boy crumble into the table.

"So... How do I say this... (Y/N), I will consistently be busy, and I'm definitely not perfect, but will you be my bottom?" He asked, grinning as if he said nothing weird.

"S... Sure." (Y/N) mumbled, broadly blushing. He was grinning behind his hands, happy to have a boyfriend like him.

Karma shot up, eyes twinkling like stars, and rushed to hug the florist. (Y/N) hugged back, clinging to Karma as if he was asleep.

"Love ya." Karma whispered in his ear, jokingly grabbing his ass.

"Pervert... Love you too." (Y/N) grinned against his nape.