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KarmaxNagisa is my go to ship in Assassination Classroom!
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Nagisa blinked slowly at the two girls, before he shook his head. No, that wouldn’t work. It was simply an impossible task. “If Karma doesn’t want to get up himself he won’t get up at all.”
He watched Nakamura roll her eyes, a huff of laughter escaping her lips. “Yeah, whatever,” she said, an unreadable expression on her face as she looked at him. “Just tell him to be a little quieter will you? We’re working on important business over here.”
Nagisa mumbled out a ‘sure’, glancing back at his redheaded friend, poking him in the side. That'd have to do, it’s not like he could just transport into Karma's dreams and tell him to shut up. Miraculously though, it seemed to work. Karma’s head shifted, the angle seemingly making him quieter.
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Class 3-E goes on a school trip, Nagisa is cold, Karma is oblivious, and everyone else is over the two's shit.
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Change is always scary, whether it be living conditions, or watching someone's mental decline so rapidly that it affects his own child's life in the worst possible ways.
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Nagisa getting sick was not a surprise to Karma. He had expected it, he noticed how run down Nagisa was last week, and when he received a text from him on Sunday night it was not shocking. Karma is very aware that Nagisa’s mom is the absolute worst person to care for Nagsia, so he jumps in, taking care of his beautiful sick boyfriend.
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Nagisa always was labelled as a thin boy. His mother had always loved his petite frame. He knows his mother has always secretly watched his intake since he was little. He doesn’t pay any mind to it, why would he?
Though, things only escalate as time moves forward.
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5 times Nagisa neglects his needs, 1 time he’s cared for. -
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Karma turns around and considers Nagisa for a bit. “Your pigtails are pretty cute,” he muses, tugging at them with slender fingers. Karma’s fingers are chilly where they brush against his scalp. "But."
Then one hair tie escapes its hold, and half the hair on Nagisa’s head falls down to his shoulders.
And Nagisa finally comes back to himself. “Hey!” The elastic is already a trophy around Karma’s wrist.
Karma grins and flexes it over his fingers. “C’mon, indulge me”—Karma steals the other hair tie while Nagisa reaches for the first one—a betrayal—“I wanna see how you look”—and Karma freezes.
Oh.
Stupid teen boys finally get together.