Side Strung

Rancid Milk is More Tolerable // Nagisa

{If you are reading this on July 23, please read until the end because it explains my hiatus. Also, my writing style has changed and will be apparent next chapter. Thank you. :)}

- Nagisa's POV-

Never once did I think I'd feel complete. No matter how happy I felt, there was something else I yearned for.

It was a greedy thing to think constantly about, but it was always on my mind when I received praise or gifts from people at school worrying about me. More and more. I always knew more could've been given to me, but I never received it.

Or maybe I had.

And I just didn't realize it.

My eyes flickered open in a slow pace, only for darkness to cloud my vision. It started to slightly clear, but not fully. No doubt it was nighttime. The lights were turned off and everything.

I tried moving my hands to rub the sleep that was leftover from my black-out, only to touch something solid. It was slowly rising and sinking as well. I was confused on many levels. I traced my finger along this solid figure until I found a face attached to it, a familiar one at that.

A certain redhead was in a deep slumber, his hand landing on my waist being the only thing keeping me from moving him.

The more I stared at his facial features unmovingly, the more I felt that his hand was slightly shaking. I knew that wasn't the case since Karma was one of those dead-like sleepers, but it seemed so weird.

I couldn't help but let the heat rise to my face, any attempts of covering it or stopping it not taking place.

I didn't really know what to feel.

Instead, I tried remembering how we ended up in this position. I'm sure I was conscious during that process, but everything is just so damn hazy when I first wake up. Especially in the middle of the night where I can't even remember what I dreamed about not even three seconds ago.

My memories were so fuzzy. I tried hard to remember and answer my own question, despite me not having a time limit for motivation or limitation.

It then struck me.

We had kissed... again.

I have no idea if that's a good thing or bad thing.

The sudden urge to just shriek into my pillow and bury my face into it for a few minutes filled my veins, my eyebrows slightly twitching when I realized I still didn't want to wake him up by doing so. A silent gulp took place in my scratchy throat, a bead of sweat dripping down my head and onto the plain sheets surrounding both of us.

I couldn't fall back to sleep.

I couldn't wake him.

I couldn't stay silent or still for very much longer.

What other options are left on the table?

Well sure, I can probably just k-

"I forgot school exists." Karma groaned overdramatically while wiping away the residue of leftover sleep in his eyes. He sighed, his hand rummaging through his full head of hair. "Do you think we'll get caught skipping?"

"We?" I tried closing my eyes and relaxing, but ended up making conversation with the doofus. "I never said I'd be skipping. Don't go putting words in my mouth."

"It won't be words that'll be in your mouth."

"Ughhhhhhhhh." A loud and heavy groan left my tired and still half-asleep system. "A dirty joke in the middle of the night?"