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Seven Years Later
Morning came with the smell of coffee in the air, which meant the automatic coffee maker had activated, which meant it was time to wake up.
Karma had woken first, as he so often did. He didn't like mornings, but his internal clock refused to let him sleep past eight anymore. Adulthood tended to do strange things like that.
He ran a hand through short blue hair, rousing Nagisa from his comfortable sleep. "Nagisa-ku~un." Karma sang softly, still tired and not entirely awake himself. "It's time for school."
"I'm a teacher, not a student." Groaned Nagisa, curling up tighter against Karma's bare and naked chest. "Don't talk to me like a mom waking a middle schooler."
Karma chuckled slightly, petting Nagisa's head, his post-puberty voice seemingly locked in a natural, low and tempting version of his half asleep voice. "Well, you could pass for one. You didn't exactly grow much after middle scho-gah!" Karma gasped, feeling Nagisa pull that damn pressure-point stun jab on him, the teacher's knuckles jabbing sharply into his sternum, blocking his breath for a second. The redhead rolled over and curling up as Nagisa pulled himself out of bed, going to the coffee pot first before anything.
Karma, recovered somewhat from the hit, pinned down Nagisa against the kitchen counter. "I want a divorce." He said decisively.
Nagisa rolled his eyes, taking a sip from his cup.. "What's your reason now?"
"You didn't give me a good morning kiss." He said, head tilting slightly like a dejected puppy.
Nagisa put his coffee down on the counter besides him, tip-toed and pressed a soft kiss to his unfairly tall husband's lips. "There, better?"
"Yes." He said, his sharp-toothed smile lighting his usually fearsome face. "You know what would be even better in the morning though? A blow-"
"Oh well, would you look at the time, I'd probably hurry up or else I'm going to be late!" Nagisa said quickly, ducking under Karma's arm, taking his cup of coffee as he quick-walked into the bathroom.
"I meant me doing you!" Called Karma, grabbing his own cup to fill.
"I'm aware!" Nagisa returned from the bathroom, just as the shower began to go.
Karma shook his head, chuckling lowly. Just wait until tomorrow, Nagisa. He thought devilishly, a sly smile crossing his face. You'll be getting one hell of a wake up.
Though Nagisa had become immune to his sexy voice after years of hearing it, Karma Alarm lived on in other ways.