< i am determined not to wait for inspiration >
< this ones in nagisas pov >
< u get to see moer of his personality here (ty chlo) >
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"That short blue haired girl up there."
Rio snorted.
I shook my head to realize what he had said. 'GIRL??'
All eyes were on me. Nerve-rackingly, I stood up.
"ME?" I yelled out loud.
"Whaddaya mean, 'me?!'" Maehara sniggered. "Of course he means you! Get down there!"
Trembling with each step I walked down the stairs all the way to the stage. 'How on earth did manage that?!' From the back of my eye I could glimpse a concerned Isogai as he watched Kayano shed tears of dejection and Rio snapping viral photos, taking full notice that I was quite obviously misgendered to her satisfaction.
Well, maybe it isn't obvious.
But it isn't my fault.
The long way down to the stadium felt extensive and stressful. Millions of much more appealing and pretty faces scowled at me from the seats. I was the last possible choice Karma could've chosen. Any other girl would've been much happier than me.
One step onto the stage and suddenly everything felt normal again. I looked up at the audience cowering above me in awe. Karma grinned like a Chesire cat -- He was tall. Maybe a head taller than me. Oh, how jealous I am of those with height.
"Well, hello there. Mind telling me your name?"
"Nagisa. Shiota Nagisa. And.. and I'm not a girl.." I shuddered at the word. "I'm a guy."
Karma's narrowed inquisitive eyes gave a look of minor surprise.
"Ah, I see. I apologize then."
I waved my hand nonchalantly. "No, no! It's fine, it's fine. It happens all the time."
It felt a bit out of place, talking to somebody so popular, and I was probably going to be targeted and judged for the rest of my life, but it was pleasant.
Karma held out his hand.
?
'Hand holding?' I placed my hesitant hand in his -- hesitant, because, well, I don't know if I interpreted the situation correctly. A success, as it turned out. I sighed in relief.
Karma's hands were warm. A bit rough by his palm, but comforting to hold. The only hands I've ever held was my mothers. Cold and frigid. Pleading her to stop, I was, -- No. Holding hands like this was different.
I smiled warmly. Karma, seeing my face, did too. Seeing someone genuinely happy was the best feeling in the world.
The audience gaped and muttered constantly. It was difficult to pay it no mind. A singular, really distracting flash, and a loud clamor of: "THAT'S MY FRIEND, RIGHT THERE! GO NAGISA!" "He seems to be having fun." "NAGISA! GET HIS AUTOGRAPH, KAY?!" "BAHAHA! YOU GIRLS WISH YOU WERE HIM RIGHT NOW, DONTCHA?!"
I laughed. Holding his hand, we walked behind the stage.
Karma introduced me to the producers, (Really nice people, by the way) actors and actresses, and 'Behind the Scenes' supporting artists. I was revealed upcoming teasers in new movies and earned a few autographs.
A normal and average person like me. Interacting with the glamorous likes of Karma Akabane.
"Tired already? We didn't even get to talk yet."
"Is being famous always this tiring?"
Karma blinked. "You get used to it." He was standing behind me, doing something to my hair. With a devilish, demonic grin on his face, he grabbed a mirror and showed me exactly what sort of fashion crime he had committed.
My blue hair was parted at a hideously exact 7:3 ratio.
I deadpanned. "If you weren't a singer, I'd say you could make a valid hairdresser." I laughed satirically.
A security guard swiftly ran up to us. "Akabane-kun. His friends are waiting outside."
Karma made a little pouty frown. "I suppose it is time to go."
It was an experience.
An enjoyable one, at that.
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< yes!! hope u enjoyed!! >
< I JUST WROTE AND WROTE I HOPE IT WAS OKAY >
< ive tired out my brain cells chap 4 will be slow im sorry >
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' mellow melody ' - karma & nagisa
Fanfiction★ " you're into men ?! " " fantastic. " in an alternate universe where karma, famous actor and popular singing sensation, makes a measly little bet over normal, average nagisa. perhaps he thought that he could get him, or he pretended that he liked...
