𝕂𝕒𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕤𝕒 𝕆𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤

Warmth; love, questions, and unexpected situations

To be brave is to love someone unconditionally, without expecting anything in return. To just give. That takes courage, because we don’t want to fall on our faces or leave ourselves open to hurt.” — Madonna

Nagisa smiled as he stared at his adorable boyfriend. How’d he get so lucky to end up with the red-haired teen? Karms was too good for him, but it wasn’t like he was complaining. He was totally willing to be selfish in this endeavor of love, the one thing that his mother said couldn’t take away from him. It had taken him a while to realize his feelings, but he was glad once he did.

After asking the sonic ninja-obsessed boy out, Karma had expected to be turned down. Instead, he got a dazzling smile—which, quite frankly, almost blinded him by the pure innocence and cuteness emanating from it—and a cheery response in the affirmative. He was shocked. No, that wasn’t a dramatic enough word for how he felt. He was flabbergasted , he was floored , he was astonished , he was amazing , he was astounded . All of those. Multiplied by about five hundred million thousand billion quadrillion. That’s how he felt at that moment.

(Maybe he was being melodramatic, but he deserved the right to be, what with how shitty his childhood was and how repressed his parents tried to keep him. Not that it worked after he got friends to crack into his demonic exterior.

… Not like he showed them how much they affected his life anyways. A boy’s gotta keep his privacy somehow, right?)

After Shiota—no, Nagisa, accepted the date, Karma quickly recovered. They went out and had a nice time together at the park: a classic spot that Karma had read articles about.

(… Not that he was saying that he got all his dating advice from online, no no no, that would be a horrible decision and everyone would be ashamed of him if that was true, so no not all his knowledge came from the internet! … A part of it came from the girls. Like they could stay out of anyone’s dating life even if they tried.)

One date led to another, and another, and another, and another … and eventually Nagisa asked Karma if he wanted to be his boyfriend. The teen said yes, of course, or else he wouldn’t be on the couch enjoying hot chocolate while snuggling up to his boyfriend.

It was in the colder months of winter, and most of their classmates and friends have gone to a lodge for the winter break . Karma, Nagisa, and a few others opted to stay back in the warmth and comfort of their rooms . Karma was fairly certain that Rio had sent him a few… suggestive looks when she teased them about staying back. He almost blushed just thinking about doing that with Nagisa. Their relationship hadn’t even gotten to that level yet!

… Had it? Fuck it.

“Nagisa?” he asked, forcing himself not to think about the possible repercussions of what he was about to ask. Instead, he set his hot chocolate on the table next to his boyfriend’s, and continued running his other hand through the blue hair in front of him. After the responding hum, he continued. “When is it considered an acceptable point in a relationship to have sex?”

When his boyfriend choked on air, all he did was rub his back and wait for him to recover. “What the heck Karma?” he asked, voice a little raspy from nearly fainting from lack of oxygen. He cleared his throat and continued with Karma's full attention. “You don’t just spring that on someone!”

“Sorry,” Karma responded immediately, but continued with no shame whatsoever. “So? Is there an appropriate stage of a relationship for sex to occur? Or is it something that happens naturally? Is it premeditated? Do you have to have a talk on kinks an—”

“Whoa whoa whoa whoa!” the other teen cut him off quickly. “Firstly, where is this coming from? Secondly…” he blushed, the red spreading from his cheeks to his ears, and down his neck and even his collarbone, looking absolutely delicious to Karma, who was absolutely enjoying this. “D-do you want to… have sex?”

“I didn’t need to know that,” a voice cut into their conversation, the deadpanned, tired sound of it very familiar to the two student’s ears. They both turned around to look—Nagisa doing so very fast out of embarrassment while Karma just turned his head slightly, not caring all too much. Their homeroom teacher stood there in the doorway, just staring at them. “If you’re going to do it, then at least warn your classmates so they can leave, or just be quiet when you do it.” He paused for a moment as he turned around to leave, and said one more thing. “Make sure to wear condoms if you haven’t been checked for STDs, use lube, and lock the door.” With that, he left.

They both sat there in silence, staring at the door their teacher just left through. Karma was the first to recover, not having been very shocked at all. “Well, that was an experience,” he said, resuming stroking Nagisa's soft hair.

“Fuck,” was Nagisa's only reply for a few minutes. Then, he finally pulled himself together enough to form a coherent sentence. “Let’s just forget that.”

Karma nodded and picked his hot chocolate up again, taking another sip. It was still warm, but not scalding hot anymore, so he chugged the whole mug and set it down. He could just get more later. Or steal his boyfriend’s. Either option worked.

“… So, about the sex thing—”