Assassination Classroom One Shots (Various x Reader)

|110.| Scarves and Sweaters- Akabane Karma X Reader

Happy Birthday to the main bae of the majority of the readers! :3 enjoy~

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A sweater. You were in your room, sitting in your bed, trying to knit a sweater.

For the exchange gift in your class, out of all the pieces of paper with your classmates name written on it, you drew Karma's.

And yes, you were going to give him a hand-made sweater. Cause sweaters are so expensive these days and it wouldn't hurt learning how to knit.

A knock came from your door and your mother opened it afterwards, "(F/N), it's getting late. You still got a cold."

"Okay," You replied, "I'm almost done with this one. I'll sleep when I finish it."

"Don't stay up too late." She said and closed the door.

"Kayy." You mumbled and grabbed your tissue and wiped your nose.

You held out the half-assed knitted sweater in front of you and sighed. It was made from orange yarn and you added a big smiley face on the middle of the sweater.

Placing the sweater down to continue it, you suddenly felt irritated. Why are you putting so much effort to this piece of cloth? You hated Karma.

That son-of-a-bitch would always make fun of you. He and his high grades always pissed you off. That smirk he always wore made you even more irritated.

He would go aceing everything he did while you would be working your butt off to get the results you wanted.

Even so, you held him dearly. He was the guy who would cheer you up in the most unexpected way. For an ass, he sure knew what to say in times of doubt.

He was the guy who somehow made your day with his teasing first thing in the morning. He was the boy who would notice things first.

He really did care. He just had too much pride.

Cutting the string of yarn of the sweater, you headed to your table where the paper bag was. You took a piece of paper and wrote,

'Happy Christmas, you loser. Merry Birthday. ;)

- (F/N)'

The urge to yawn was cut off by a sneeze. You folded the sweater neatly and placed it in the gift bag and drank medicine before hitting the hay.

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Groggily heading to the kitchen, you struggled in wearing your sweater.

"Mom." You called.

She was drying the dishes when you found her. She laughed seeing your head peep through the neck part of the sweater with one hand successfully in the sleeve.

She approached you and helped you properly wear the sweater. She placed her hand on your forehead, "At least your temperature has gone down."

You sat down and placed a piece of toast in your mouth.

"Eat that and drink medicine after." Your mom said.

You glanced at the clock and it was 6:30. You swallowed hard your toast and gulped your medicine down your throat.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" You asked as you ran to put on your shoes.