"Karma!! Hurry up and get protction or else this will be wet!!!"
"Okay! I'm coming!!"
"Geez! Your too slow!!"
As the rain was pouring hard on what the weather report said that it was gonna be a 'sunny day' Karma and Nagisa planned to give Connor a cake for recovering.
"Why the hell did the weather report even say that it'd be 'sunny' today???"
"Heh, yeah ironically."
The whole car ride was just Nagisa ranting about the weather while Karma was just listening to his girlfriend.
As they arrived at the hospital they were greeted by Ash in the reception table.
"Huh? Ash, what are you doing here ??"
"Am I not allowed to visist my brother???"
"You can... But I dont trust you..."
The red head said while glaring at the poor guy.
『Time Skip inside Connor's hospital room』
"Oh hey guys! What's in the plastic??"
Conner asked as he sat up.
"Cake!!"
Nagisa said as she placed the cake on the table beside him.
"It's not my birthday or shit. Why would we have a cake????"
"Because you're finally getting discharged and we want to celebrate!!!"
Nagisa said excitedly.
"By the way, Ash what are you really here for??" Karma asked while crossing his arms.
"Well the answer's simple, I have to look after him before he gets discharged cause I have to take him home. "
"Speaking of home, Karma did you lock the door of your house??"
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Karma's P. O. V
Shit.
"Uhh-I-I did.."
Shit why did I lie?!
"You sure??"
She asked as she smiled at me 'nicely'.
"Ye-Yes..!"
She then glared at me.
Oh shit.
Ok Karma, whatever happens just say yes!
"You dare lie?!"
"Ye-Yes!"
Silence 。。。
"PFFFTTTT HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!!!! "
Karma looked down embarrassed then Nagisa came up to him patting his head.
"Aww.. I know you did."
"Hahahaha, yo dude, how can you mess that up???"
Karma looked at Conner, glaring the shit out of him.
"Karma!"
Nagisa warned Karma.
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Is It Love? (Karmagisa ff)
FanfictionA love story that doesn't start out like any cliché love story. This is their story. Their trials, of fate. Characters aren't own by us, but the plot and storyline. P.S. This story is written by two people. Oh and this story was made when we were 1...
