Karma x Nagisa

Vomit

Nagisa pov

Just another day. Just another day. I think while stumbling off to my bathroom where I lean into the toilet getting rid of the little goodness in my stomach. I wash my face off and pin up my horribly long blue hair. Trying to leave the house without my mothers harsh words or actions I slipped from the house beginning the long walk to school. I keep my head low. When I finally make it to the dumpster that is called class 3-E. I pushed open the door and walk to my seat. No one had ever been there for me. Technically that wasn't true. I had once thought I had my father hit he left so yeah I was on my own. My problems even Kiri-Sensei couldn't fix. I was just a broken boy. Class went on as normal and my eye lids threatened to close and make me pass out in the middle of class. As soon as the annoying ass bell rang I stay planted in my seat. While others pulled out lunches my teacher went off to who knows where for a snack break. I star at the front and space off. 

Karma pov

Something was wrong with Nagisa. It was like he didn't feel anything anymore. There was definitely something wrong but I didn't have a clue what it was. Getting up from my seat I stride over to his seat. It was like he sensed me approaching him before I even stood up. 

" what do you need Karma?" He asked blankly. I froze. How the hell dd he see me coming his eyes are glued to he front of the room and I came up from behind him! 

" I have a good sense of my surroundings." He said again not even giving me a glance. When I got closer to him I saw the slightest little flinch which for some reason worried me. 

" what do you want from me?" He asked me still blank face and emotionless. It was as if he was broken or something. Shrugging I pull a chocolate bar from my pocket. His eyes shot to the chocolate and he rushed out of the room. Confused I follow him leaving he chocolate on his desk. 

I follow Nagisa to the boys restroom. He rushed in and I heard a strangled choke and the sound of vomit. What the hell!?! I asked my brain before slowly going into the restroom the stall he was in was open a crack. I heard the strangled sounds of labored breathing. It made me panic a little and without think I went to him. He must have had some sort of special hearing or something like that. His head shot up so fast that I almost didn't see it. His head whipped around and I saw something in his eyes. His perfect blue hues were traced in udder fear.