Who I Used To Be (Karma X Nagisa)

Revenge, Avenge, and Flat Pancakes

Karma Pov

I woke up to a wonderful smell, what was it. I sniffed at the air (I sniffed da glue) and tried to pick up what the scent was. Bacon. Oh I love Bacon, on days my mom and dad were home, mom would make bacon and some good ole French toast. It gives me a nostalgic feeling of unconditional love. (Agape)

I walked out of the bed I was in remembering I was at Nagisa's. I then walked toward the smell of bacon. I looked into the kitchen to see Nagisa wearing an apron and his pyjamas, which were clack and blue gym shorts and a blue shirt. He was making something, eggs and I think, were those, pancakes, I couldn't tell. I snuck up behind him while he was making the "pancakes".

"Whatcha makin?" I asked which startled him. He jumped up and a "pancake" land on his head. I began laughing my ass off as he began to take off the "pancake".  "Wait wait wait, stay like that, ok..." I took a picture of him with the "flat pancake" on his head. "There we go." I posted it on insertgram with the hashtag #friendshipgoals. His took the flat pancake off his head and thew it away and began making the flat pancakes. "Seriously what are you making, they look like pancakes but they are way too flat." I asked him once again. "They are called crepes, and I like them more because they don't taste as sweet, and they are more healthy." He said with a, "how did you not know this" look on his face. 

He soon finished the crepes and filled them with strawberries and yogurt, and put the bacon to the side of the plate. If I was being completely honest, this was better then any French toast my mom made. It was sweet, but not to the point that it made me sick. The strawberries added such a wonderful burst of flavor to it, especially with the yogurt, which there was just enough of. I swear if heaven gave out food, then this is what they gave out.

We finished eating and since I was so busy enjoying every last bite of that I never got to tell him how amazing it was. "Nagisa, that was the best meal I've had in ages. Where the hell did you learn to cook?" I asked in awe. "Since my mom is gone so much I mostly have to cook for myself, I've bought cooking and baking books, and sometimes I cook and bake when I get bored." He said, and I could see a whole range of emotions spark through his eyes. Hurt, pain, joy, boredom, and regret.

"Hey Nagisa?" I looked at him. "Yea?"

"Why do you fake a smile?"

He looked at me and for one second I saw past that smile, I saw the pain, the regret, the deppression, the tear that had rolled down his cheek in class two years ago. Then he smiled again, almost trying to look confused. "What do you mean Karma?" He asked me and I gave him a, "are you serious" look. "I can tell, whenever someone brings up family, or your life at home you have one spark of pain flash throughout ur whole body." As I said that, the flash of pain shoots through him again. "It's nothing." He shrugged it off.

I embraced him in a warm long hug. He stood there for a minute, shocked and confused. Then he let me hug him, and eventually wrapped his arms around me as well. Just in that one hug, I felt all the pain and regret and deppression. Through a hug, I understood that all he ever needed was someone there to tell him things were gonna be alright, he needed that shoulder to cry on.

He let go of me and backed up letting all that pain show throughout his entire body. I felt sympathy for him.

"I just really miss my Dad. I looked up to him, I regret not listening to him and trying to be nice in school. I know he would want me to be happy, but I just don't know how to anymore, for so long I've lived under this depression that I don't know how to let go. I want to be the kind of man he was, the one able to put a smile on everyone's faces the one who had a smile on his face even when time was rough. I hate the person I was, I hate myself." He looked down at his feet and let a tear roll down his face.

"I'm sorry for asking, and I've heard a lot of rumors, but how did your dad die?" I asked the thing Ive wanted to ask him for two and a half years.

"An assassin called, The Grim Reaper." I widened my eyes in response. Why would The Grim Reaper kill his dad? He sounded like a really nice person, I don't understand.

"Nagisa... You know how we have to assassinate the octopus before the end of the year, and we are going through training to be good assassins?" I asked him, having an idea.

"Yea?" He said wiping his tear.

"Become the top in the class, I've witnessed your snake like moves first hand, you can do it."

"Why?"

"So you can take Revenge against The Grim Reaper and Avenge your father."

I could tell he liked the idea.

A/N: Oof that was a lot of writing for one night. That take a turn down depression lane real quick. I really hope you guys like my fan-fiction so far, I'm working really hard on it. Welp good night my little Karmagisa Tribe.