For the past few days Karma had noticed something different about Nagisa. He would come back with bruises on his arms once and awhile. But he always blamed it on his clumsiness. It had been going on for so long that it was hard to believe. One day Karma was getting bored. Nagisa didn't show up to class and it made Karma worry.
"Maybe he's being bullied." Kaede whispered to Sugino and Karma. Sugino nodded. Karma shook his head in disagreement.
"It wouldn't be likely. I mean after all, he can mostly handle it without harm." Karma added his disagreement into the conversation.
"Then what would it be Karma?" Sugino asked worriedly. He shrugged. At this point, Karma was more than bored.
"Tell Koro Sensei I'm leaving." He ignored the other's comments and started walking.
First Person Karma
I found myself walking home. But when I got to the front, there was a figure that I recognized very well. Nagisa.
"Nagisa? What are you doing here? And when did you get here?" It was raining out too, which meant he was going to get sick if he stands out here any longer.
"I got here about an hour ago…" I heard him mumble quietly.
"We should go inside," I noticed his legs were shaking. "Can you stand?" I asked. He nodded and tried to stand up. He wobbled for a second then he stopped. But when he took one step, he tumbled over. I caught him quickly by the waist. He grabbed onto my shirt to make sure he wasn't going to fall. I sighed.
"Liar, you can't walk." I lifted him up, my other hand going under his legs, like I was carrying him like a bride. Though he wouldn't make a bad wife, well husband I mean.
"Karma!" I looked down and his face was a bright shade of red. I had to say, it was fucking cute. We walked inside and into my room. I sat him on my bed carefully.
"Thanks…" He mumbled shyly. I smiled a little and nodded. Looking around for a shirt, I found one that was pretty big for him but it was all I had.
"Here, change." I tossed him a shirt.
"Here?" He asked, thinking the idea was strange.
"Yes. Nothing to be ashamed of. I mean, one, we're both guys. And two, I've seen you without a shirt. It's nothing new." I answered his question, adding a smirk to the end of my sentence. He hesitantly took off his shirt and what I saw almost made me burst into tears. I rarely cry, at all. But I wanted to. Bruises big and small filled his pale and skinny body. Some scars came along with it.
"Nagisa…. What happened to you…?" I asked worriedly, my eyes bigger than usual.
"Oh… I fell.."