The Kiss Switch?

Not A Chapter

So, I randomly thought up some scenes, this has nothing to do with the story, enjoy! (Nagisa is still a girl in this)

When Karma drags Nagisa into a haunted house.

It's been about a year since Koro-sensei was killed and if you asked Nagisa what she pictured their classmates to be like after the event, she would honestly not be able to even fathom an accurate answer. With Class 3-E anything could happen, as proven by being taught assassination in middle school to kill a thing that even the government couldn't get a scratch on. So..., yeah, trying to even imagine what would transpire afterwards is a little hard to predict. Of course after killing their mentor, friend, only supporter, and person that would, literally, go above and beyond for people he's known for a whole school year, there would be a lot of emotions. Regret, sadness, anger, depression. It took a long time to wake up and not break down at least a little over the fact that the person that was, most likely, the closest to your heart wasn't there anymore, and that you were part of the assassination that killed him. But the scene before her was still a bit to take in after everything that happened.

"No," hissed the bluenette trying to shake off the arm of a grinning devil on her shoulder. "Oh, come on Nagi-chan, it'll be fun~," he smirked with a glint in his eyes. "No means no. I'm not going to a haunted house with you, and it would only be fun for you, so you can get more blackmail materials from it," with a roll of her eyes and a huff of frustration, she went back to walking to the train station. "Fine, it would make amazing blackmail material, but I want to go to get you out of the house, and to possibly save you from those lovely, but horrendously painful things your mother calls a dress," with a pleading look and a very tempting offer, he was making it hard for her to decide. 

On one hand, she wouldn't have to wear a corset, a thing her mother forced her in despite her already small waist and numerous protests against, that she had her wear every year, but then she would have to have the crap scared out of her through a house designed to test your sanity, not to mention it being filmed by the devil incarnate himself. On the other hand, she could be forced to wear the damn thing, like she did every year so she was a bit used to it, and not have her embarrassing moments documented for later use, but then, she also wouldn't be able to spend time with Karma. 

While her mother had gotten better after her talk with Koro-Sensei, she is still a little challenging to deal with. Hiromi at least stopped trying to make her into "the perfect lady" but she put her foot down on Halloween, because that was the one time of year that you could dress however you want, and she wanted to make sure her daughter -at least some of her life- look like the "perfect little girl" that she always wanted. Although her mother never said this to her face, this is the impression Nagisa gets at least, but she knows part of it is because her mother knows she's getting older and will leave her soon so she wants to do as much as she can to stay in Nagisa's life. To add to this, she wouldn't be able to see Karma because despite how much he acts like the perfect little angel (shocking, she knows, to this day she's still clueless as to why he goes through all that trouble, yet again if her parents didn't like him, he would always find a way to see her, so......) they know that he bend the rules, to put it lightly. A lot.

Karma could tell by her silence, and her brows furrowed in frustration, eyes glazed over, as if she were somewhere very far away, that she was really considering her options. He started playing with her soft blue pigtails, while they were stopped waiting at the train station. She opened her mouth softly, as if she was about to answer, but once her azure eyes met his gold ones, she shut her mouth, and went back to thinking. 

By the time the train got there, Karma still didn't have an answer from her, so he bent down close to her ear and whispered, "If you don't make a decision before we get to our stop, I'll drag you there and dress you up myself," whether she shuddered from his close proximity, or the image that his words brought to mind, he didn't know, but what he did know, was that it got her thinking even harder. By the end of the train ride, when he was about to whisper something else in her ear, but then she blurted out, "Fine, I'll go. It's not like you won't drag me there if I said no anyways....." slumping her shoulders while glaring at him, she stepped out of the train to their stop, and almost tripped, except before her face could kiss the ground, a pair of strong arms were wrapped around her waist. 

Before she could react, those same arms picked her up and dragged her out of the train's entry way. "You should be careful Nagi," he practically purred while resting his chin on her head. Once again, she scowled her clumsiness, but decided to break out of his grip. "So, what time do I have to be ready by? Is there a specific theme I should wear? Anything I should bring? Where are we meeting? And.....anything else I missed?," when done, she finally decided to take a breath from the rapid fire questions. Karma raised an eyebrow and responded with, "You know, for a girl that was forced into this, you sound pretty excited." With a roll of her eyes she huffed out, "Just answer the questions." "Hmm, but there's so many I don't know if I can remember them all," with a pointed look from Nagisa, he laughed and answered, "Fine, be ready by 8 p.m., were meeting a _______(fill in the blank)," she nodded, and looked at him to go on, "There's no set theme, but I'm not opposed to seeing you in something scandalous (did not struggle typing that)~" She stared at him, with an are you serious look, followed by a flip of the middle finger and a sweet smile with a short short, "When a fat pigs fly and can carry me halfway across the world at Mach 20 speed." He fake winced, "Ouch, Nagisa, you wound me. Anyway, I can't think of anything you would need to bring, nor anything else we need to cover." She nodded, "Okay then, I'll tell my mom, and try to convince her not to dress me up, wish me luck," 

This is literally the longest thing I've ever written, and the sad thing is, it's not even about the story. There will be a part 2, and I will continue with the actual story, I just thought of this, but the funny thing is, this isn't even the part that I originally wanted to write, that will come later, lol. Also, I know it's not Halloween, I just wanted to write this, thank you for reading and as always, tell me what you think and any grammatical errors I may have made because I suck at writing.