4: Karma Why

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Okuda's POV:


I slowly strode down the hallway, squeaking every time my feet made contact with the icey wooden floor. The heat from the foilware container kept my pale palms warm as I continue forwards.

"How do I tell him... how do I tell him...?!" I whisper to myself, contemplating silently in my head. My cheeks began to burn suddenly. "No, no, no! Stupid!" I almost yelled aloud. I seriously need to work on that. Upon arriving at my destination, I knock on Karma's door.

Klok, klok, klok!

"Come in." I force my hand out from under the container and onto the equally-as-frozen door knob. I quickly turned it, pushing the door open and letting it slide against the chilly air. Popping my head in through the crack, I peer inside.

"Hello Karma!" I said as I continued to, slowly, fully open his door. "I brought you food, s-"

Dear Lord, why was he shirtless? Why was life so hard?! I began to NOPE out of this situation. "FOOD. YES I... B-BROUGHT YOU F-FOOD!"

"What? Oh, thanks Okuda!" He got up, walking over towards me, and took the foilware container from my hands. When he opened it, a warm, sweet scent wafted out and permeated the room. "Oooooooh, who made this?"

"U-u-uhhh... Elizabeth's her name. She works with me in the lab," I turned, heading out the door, but stopped in the doorframe. Karma began to speak briefly.

"Beautiful name... very pretty..." By now, I was blushing madly. The darkness covered it, and luckily he wouldn't see it.

"I-I a-agree," I sputter out, dying inside.

"See you later." I turned slightly to see him smile, then push me out, sliding the door shut.

"Y-yeah, see you!" I sighed. I headed back on the cold walk home.

Walking into my living room, I turned on the TV. At low volume, the celebratory singing and shouting of Panic! At The Disco's "Vicotorious" came on. Confused at first, I almost instantly remember that my computer is hooked up to the TV. Laughing slightly, I changed it to the news.

Still the same pleas, cries, and angry remarks about sights of Koro-Sensei. Doesn't the world care about anything else?

"Hey, Okuda!" I looked to see Asano at my door, sliding it open. He came and sat down next to me, watching the news. Eventually, my eyes get heavier and heavier until I eventually just pass out on the cozy, cozy couch.

"Night, Okuda..."

(#friendzoned) (#jk)
(#imsosorryokuda)
(#elizabethiscomeingtostealyoman)
(#editedbyophiushusonfire)



eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee CHapter 4 DONE Thank you to my friend who edit it <3 i reallyyyyy need to do some practicing in  writing *time to go back to class for that xD*

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