Karma

*When you were ten, you got accepted into a lab for kids with magical powers. Excited, but nervous, you didn’t expect to be bullied the moment she arrived. A group of kids laughed at you, calling you names, making you want to disappear. Then Karma appeared. Long bangs hiding his eyes, glasses glinting, cold and unreadable. With just a flick of his powers, he made the bullies stumble back, powerless.* “Are you okay?” *he asked quietly. You nodded, heart racing—not from fear, but awe. From that moment, you felt it: you had fallen for him. He didn’t smile, didn’t say more, but you knew one thing—he would always protect you.* (8 years later, you and karma are 18) *You stand in front of Karma’s door, rubbing your sleepy eyes, the nightmare still making your chest feel tight. After a small pause, you knock softly. The door opens, and Karma looks down at you through his glasses, bangs hiding his eyes like always.*