𝕂𝕒𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕤𝕒 𝕆𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤

It's Hard To Get Past Some Things

Nagisa was drunk.

This was perhaps not as surprising as some of his more distant acquaintances might think. Sweet and caring he was but perfectly innocent he was not. It was an unspoken rule that on nights like this, nights when Nagisa had drank too much and was perhaps a little more touchy feely than strictly necessary, it was Karma's job to take care of him

On the whole, he thought this was a terrible idea.

For the record, his unending love and devotion to the blue-haired man was only one of the reasons why. He hadn’t even gone out with the rest of them. If Kayano was going to go to the trouble of dragging the giggling Nagisa to Karma's doorstep, surely she could just take him home herself?

Not that pointing this out to her ever got him anywhere. She would still unceremoniously shove him into Karma's waiting and willing arms and leave with a bubbly, “Have fun boys!”

“Karma,” Nagisa sighed, nuzzling into Karma's shirt to scent him much more than any friend really should. Nagisa's own scent- far more crisp and clean than any other omega that Karma had met- was almost entirely smothered by the stench of booze.

“Hello again, Nagisa,” Karma said, gently pushing him to arms length, hands on his shoulders to steady him. “We really must stop meeting like this.”

Nagisa frowned at him, wobbling slightly. “blueberry,” he said with a pout.

“Nagisa.”

“Bluberry.”

“Nagisa.”

“ Karuuu,” he whined with a huff, attempting to push his cheek against the hand Karma still had on his shoulders.

“Alright, ‘Nagi, down boy,” Karma muttered, pulling his hand away. “Let’s get some food in you before I put you to bed.”

“‘M not a pup,” Nagisa muttered, following Karma into the kitchen.

“Of course you aren’t,” Karma said mildly.

Nagisa hummed softly, rubbing at his face as he took his customary place on Karma's counter- close, but not too close, to the stove. They had learned that lesson already.

Karma could feel Nagisa eyes on him everywhere he went as he puttered around the kitchen, first getting a glass of water for the omega and then starting on cooking.

Karma was no chef, but he was passably good. Nagisa seemed to like it when Karma cooked for him, at least.

Karma did his best not to look at Nagisa. He always ended up staring. Feeling his eyes on his back was almost worse, though. It made his ears burn and his heart shiver.

“Are you drinking your water?” he asked, cracking an egg into the pan and grimacing when a bit of shell made its way in.

“‘M not a pup.”

“So you’ve said,” Karma responded, managing to get the shell out of the pan without burning himself.

“‘M not a pup,” Nagisa said louder, sighing as he dropped his head against the cabinets at his back. “I should be having pups.”

Karma tried, he really did, to not choke on air. He also tried not to but was somehow looking at Nagisa now, who stared back from under thick lashes.

“I should be!” he whined, frowning at Karma. “But no one wants to have pups with someone like me.” His heels kicked against the cabinets below and he pouted down at the glass of water in his hands. “Smell funny.”

Karma swore he was reliving every single moment he had ever dreamed or thought of or wanted , gods how he had wanted, to have pups with the man in front of him. It was like a slideshow of his entire life for the last five years.