Under My Control {Karma x Asano}

13

Karma started attending school after a month and a half of full rest and counseling.

"Karma!" Nagisa ran up to him and worriedly crossed his arms. "Are you okay?"

Karma gave his small friend his usual small smile. "I'm alright, Nagisa."

"Karma-kun, I am relieved to see you are alright." Korosensei patted the redhead's shoulder. "I've heard about the situation involving your residence."

"Yep. It was blown to bits." Nagisa sensed a slight tone of sorrow, and decided to change the topic. He was slightly grateful to Korosensei for not bringing up the subject of his mother.

"Well, I hope you've been working out and practicing, Karma!"

"Of course." Karma tossed the knife into the air and caught it. Without a second to spare, he jutted the knife towards Korosensei with lightning speed. "But...I guess practicing isn't enough to kill him."

"Nuruhuhuhu. You still have a long way to go." Korosensei mocked. "Now then, let's head to class!"

Nagisa smiled.

"Hai!"

. . .

"Karma."

The redhead gave Asano a tender smile, before gently grasping his hand. "Done with everything, Asano-kun?"

"Hm."

"Let's go then."

The two students got into the Asano's black car and drove off. Karma hummed quietly, staring out the window. A bouquet of anemone flowers sat on Karma's lap.

"Anemone flowers symbolize protection, anticipation, and..." Asano crossed his legs. "Sacrifice."

Karma turned his head, and stared at Asano, before breaking out into a small smile. "You talk just like the florist I bought these from."

Asano turned his head back to window.

Their fingers stayed intertwined throughout the entire ride.

. . .

Karma set the flowers on the case near the big statue.

Karma's father had paid for his wife's statue and private location. It stayed completely isolated from the other gravestones, surrounded by hedges, trees, and other forms of nature.

"It's respect to pray before greetings, Karma." Asano said, as he gently placed himself onto his knees with his hands clasped together.

"I'd rather not. Feels useless."

"Don't call traditions and culture 'useless'."

"Sorry." Karma knelt down next to his boyfriend, and placed his hands together. After their short prayers, Karma switched his position so that he sat on the ground comfortably.

"Um...I got a new boyfriend..." Karma muttered, his finger tracing the edge of his mother's grave. "Yeah..."

Asano noticed the small crack in Karma's voice. He released a long sigh. "Karma, there's no shame in crying."

The boy flinched slightly, before quickly wiping a tear from his cheek. "No. I don't wanna visit Mom when I'm crying. I've done that in front of her way too often."

Karma reached out and placed his hand on the stone, feeling its coarse, cold material. He smiled gently, as another tear dribbled down his face.

"Shit."

"Hmph." Asano sat next to Karma and handed him a handkerchief.

"I don't want that." Karma reached over and grabbed Asano's hand. "It's more romantic if you use your hand, y'know?"