A/N: This lemon is written four years after Koro-sensei was killed. Reader is 18 and Karma is 19. So a year after high school ended. Class-E planned a little trip in honor of Koro-sensei's fourth year anniversary of his death. Karasuma and Irina planned a trip to a private island.
Nagisa walks up to me. "Hey F/n. It's been a while hasn't it." I look at his blue eyes. "You could say that Nagi-San." He furrowed his eyebrows. "Can you stop calling me that?" I shake my head. He walks off leaving me alone, leaning against the wall. I pull out my phone to start playing Valkyrie Connect. "Whatcha playing," says a familiar sadistic hottie's voice. "Just playing that game you got me into." He leans against the wall next to me. "Still play the hell out of it?" I nod and he starts playing it on his phone. We're on the same team so we end up fighting a lot of monster against each other. A few moments later Karasuma gets our attention. "Boys in one room girls in another," Karasuma-sensei tells us. I try to grab my suitcase but Karma-kun decides to take it for me. "I can handle it Period Head." He rolls his mercury eyes at that nickname. "Chill out. It seemed heavy so I took it for you." I sigh and he drops it off at the girls room. "Tch." I look outside and realize my legs are bored.
"Hey Bitch-san, is it okay if I take a walk?" She thinks. "We'll send a guy with you." I exit the room to run into Karma. "Bitch-san is a fast caller." He smirks. "How about we try not to hate each other for a night? Deal?" I nod. "That's fine by me." We exit the building without seeming like we are a couple.
A half an hour later we get into a long conversation about what high school was like. "Well, I had fun teasing my enemies and passing everything easily." I smirk and sighed. "And I kept getting fight with guys that think all girls are weak. Yeah I had caused several fights at school but they were all to prove something." He thinks. "Hey, did you think back in middle that I was the best looking male of the class?" I look down with red filling my cheeks. "What kind of question is that?!" He laughs a cute little laugh, not sadistic in anyway. "Just curious." I roll my eyes and sigh. "I guess." A feel a drop of rain hit my nose. One second later it's a downright pour. "HOW FAR ARE WE FROM THE HOTEL," I ask him. "QUITE A BIT! I know a place closer." He grabs my wrist and pulls me with him. Tonight was a bad night to wear a white t-shirt with a black lace bra.
As we reach a closer hotel, I call Irina and she knows we won't be able to come back tonight. Karma pays for a room and we hurry to it. I lay down on the bed and then notice three things. One, there is one bed. Two, we have no other clothes. And three, our clothes are see-through and drenched. And apparently four, you can fucking see my nipples through my shirt due to everything being soaked to the core. I catch him staring at my chest and turning red. "WHY ARE YOU STARING AT THEM?!"
He throws his hands up as a surrender. "I-I-I can't help it...THEY'RE SO BIG AND NOTICABLE," he admits. "YOU NEVER STARE AT A LADIES CHEST IDIOT!" He points toward the bathroom. "Um...ladies first. You get undressed in there, throw on the robe, hand me the clothes and I'll set them out to dry okay," he says quickly. I hurry into the bathroom and strip. "Um......WHOOPS!"He exits like he's about to die. "WHAT DID YOU FORGET THIS TIME?!"
"There wasn't a towel in there." I facepalm. I put on the robe that doesn't cover anything and plop the clothes at his feet. I head back into taking a shower. A few minutes later I finish and then I head out wearing a skimpy towel. By skimpy I mean it only covers half my chest and upper mid-thigh. I walk in to see him shirtless.
Seriously does he have to be this hot right now? He has an eight pack, v-line, and two tattoos that show off everything possible.
"Um...Guess I'm next...see you in a few minutes." He rushes into the bathroom without another word.
Two. Skull. Rose. Gun. Tattoos. On. His. V-line. I blush at the thought of it. "AAAARGGH!" He rushes out not thinking to tie a towel around his waist. "WHAT?!" I covered my face immediately. "SHIT!" He runs back into the shower and finishes up then comes back out with the towel around his waist. "S-s-sorry you had to see that," he says as he sits behind me on the bed. "I-I-I didn't look at least," I say stuttering like no tomorrow. I feel arms wrap around my hips and him directly behind. He rests his chin on my shoulder. At first, I tensed up, majorly, but then I calmed down...slightly. "W-w-what are y-you doing?" Why am I stuttering so damn much?
