Side Strung

I'd Rather Kill Myself \\ Karma

Before this begins, I just wanna say that I'm quite surprised that No Normal Tears has more viewings and love than this story. Even while writing NNT, I felt as if it was really bad, which sucked because I personally think the first three chapters were actually pretty damn good. Can we get this story to surpass my other one? IF WE DO, I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL PROBABLY WRITE ANOTHER GODDAMN KARMAGISA STORY BECAUSE THIS SHIP WILL NEVER DIE.

- Karma's POV-

I extended my hand, clean and full of vitamin compared to the bluenette looking concerned for his lack of an answer, despite the abundance of mine. With a bit of a flinch and hesitation, Nagisa took my hand, not knowing that I was smiling through the entire process. His knuckles felt a lot more solid, definitely from his unhealthy home life.

With his back against the wall, I did the same, the impact causing it to vibrate slightly. I still held the bluenette's hand within my own, the nostalgia coming back in an instant. "Did you really hate people back then?"

He parted his lips, the chapstick glistening from the illuminating light emitting from the window in my room. "Well, I still kinda do." The rest of his words were mumbled then eventually trailed down into nothingness.

"What was that?" I asked in a singsong voice. He groaned, the exaggerated sigh filling in the checkbox that my curiosity was indeed pretty annoying. Still, I was persistent as fuck and I'm not gonna change that.

"I said I do kinda hate people, b-but that started to change," he paused, using this moment of silence to tighten his grip on my palm, "once you invited me to stay."

"Oh?" My response was really unneeded. This new information was slowly processing in my brain. I did something useful for someone important and quite dear to me. I changed someone's outlook on life.

I changed Nagisa.

He nodded very slightly, his pigtails bouncing to the rhythm of his rocking. Nagisa then took his hand away from our bind and used it for his crossed arm position. He faced the window, not wanting to look at me or for myself to see his face. "Do you mind if I just spill everything to you?"

I looked in his direction, the saddened look in his eyes being reflected off the transparent window. "You actually want to tell me?"

He grabbed my hand, but more as an action to get my attention rather than a sort of comforting mechanism. "If you don't want me to talk that's fine! I just figured I'd tell you because I don't you to blackmail me with that again... b-but, it'd be nice to tell someone a secret of mine for once."

"That was the quickest transition from tsun to dere I've ever seen."

"Sh-Shut the hell up!" He swiveled his head to yell at me and my retort. Along with his crimson red face due to anger and embarrassment, tears were weld up in his eyes. "I-I'm not exactly a stable person s-so you can't just-!"

"Woah, okay. I'm sorry, really." Without any hesitation, I wiped away the stream of clear liquid falling down his eyelid. My palm rested on his cheek as I attempted to figure him out. I had absolutely no idea why he was crying or if he even wanted me to notice he was but was too scared. "Just don't cry. I'm, not really good at stuff like that. Comforting people isn't my thing."

I sorta expected him to at least chuckle, but he instead wiped away the tears welling up in his other eye and sniffled, all while avoiding my gaze. He only nodded, his bright blue eyes getting shiny again.

As a direct reaction of comfort, despite just spouting out that that wasn't my forte in any way whatsoever, I moved my hand previously on his warm and red face to the top of his head. I let my fingers be tickled by his freshly scented hair, a beautiful blue folding over my cold-blooded knuckles. "You mind continuing your story? I won't interrupt this time."