Karma x Reader || Appearances

|3| Own Free Will

"Can you play what you've been working on with your teacher?" She asked though you knew you couldn't deny.

"Of course," you forced a small smile.

It was nice being with your mother like that. You remembered when you were little and your relationship with your mother was closer, you used to play for her as she listened from the couch. Whenever you played the wrong note, she would kiss your cheek and tell you it was alright.

You smiled at the memory, you wished you could go back to the old days. But instantly, your smile fell when you remembered a particular day.

It happened when you were 8. You were playing for your mother to help her relax after a stressful day at work. You got a little nervous since your father was listening too and ended up making a lot of mistakes. You remember shamefully looking at your father's eyes, searching for his approval, but he ignored your eyes and called your brother downstairs. Your brother proceeded to play the piece flawlessly and when he finished, your father praised him.

He praised him in such a way that it made you experience the feeling of jealousy for the first time, wishing you could be like your brother. That day, both your brother and father left you alone with your mother. You felt disappointed because you had let her down, but the thought of her kissing your cheek and telling you it was okay was enough to make you feel better. However, that day, she didn't kiss your cheek. She looked down at you coldly, and told you to practice.

Those memories invaded your mind as you played the piano with a saddened expression. Nothing was like it used to be. But the thought of being useful kept you going. You had progressed over the years, you weren't making as many mistakes as you did back then. So at least, you could be useful and help your mother relax. During that hour, no words were exchanged, making it easier for you to reminisce the old days, getting lost in the sweet yet nostalgic melody.

Once you finally finished, you went back to your room and did the math homework Koro-sensei had assigned. It was the same homework you had to do with your other teacher, about the topic you didn't understand. However, thanks to Koro-sensei's incredible teaching method, you were able to understand it quite quickly. You finally finished your homework and checked your answers, smiling in the process. Your phone's ringing took you by surprise. Picking up the phone without looking at who it was, you answered.

"Hello?"

"(Y/N), I'm at your door. Are you ready?" Asano's bored tone of voice greeted you.

Your eyes widened, suddenly remembering you had martial arts class this evening. You quickly grabbed the duffel bag with your karategi and after saying goodbye to your mother, left the house.

The ride to the dojo was silent, as always. You were in your own world until he suddenly brought you back to reality.

"I heard you were sent to the end class," he began.

"I'll return to the main campus as soon as I can," you interrupted knowing fully well where this conversation was heading. "I'll do my best at midterms."

"Good," he said. "You don't want to mix yourself with those delinquents. Especially Akabane," he growled.

"Huh?" You asked confused. "Why?"

"He's trouble," he said. "He's been suspended because of his violent behavior," he continued. "He was finally sent to the end class after beating up an innocent student who was teaching an E class student how to behave."

You remained in silence, wondering why you had never heard about him. Asano seemed to have a personal grudge against him or something, so you weren't sure how was it that you never even knew of his existence. You had been so caught up on your own problems, you had been ignorant to end class problems. You immediately disliked that thought, you never meant to be so ignorant to the discrimination they had to face and felt guilty about it. So, you made it your goal that once you got moved to class A, you would try to change people's minds about the class.