"If you kiss him in front of the whole class, I will do anything you want for the rest of the school year,"
"Anything? Deal."
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Nakamura couldn't actually believe he was doing this.
When She had first proposed the idea to him she had expected him to react with something more along the lines of 'yuck, I'm no doing that' rather than 'okie dokie I'll do it'. She was honestly curious how this would play out.
He didn't even wait a single day to act upon it, she figured that even if he did accept it'd take him a short amount of time to actually kiss him, alas she was wrong again, he simply walsted right in there and kissed him.
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Karma couldn't actually believe he was doing this.
And why? Because he wanted to make Nakamura do whatever he wanted of course! It's not like he'd just agree to smooch his cru-*cough* friend, for no reason… right? I mean, when he thought about kissing Nagisa it almost felt as though butterflies had filled his stomach and were fluttering their wings in- wait, what?
He sounded like a freaking girl! He doesn't have a crush on Nagisa, right? That'd be absurd! Nagisa was a guy and so was he! Maybe he poisoned himself in some way, that was probably it. Poison.
Before he had realized it, he was standing in front of the door to the classroom. Just go up to him and kiss him, it's not that hard dipshit. As he entered the room his heart seemed to be pounding against his chest to the point where he wouldn't be surprised if it burst out of his ribcage, gave him the finger then ran off.
Nothing seemed off about the classroom as he entered, people his peers seemed to be broken off into their social groups and chatting about pennywhistles and moon pies, Nagisa was, of course, sitting at his seat and conversing with Kayano who sat in her own. It's now or never I guess.
In five swift strides Karma had made his way over to the blunette and yanked him into the air, his own lips colliding with the smaller boy's. Although his eyes were closed Karma could tell that every last student and teacher in the room had their eyes on the two of them from the collective gasp and following silence.
A small squeak came from Nagisa as Karma continued to merge their faces into one, the squeak was followed by the sound of a camera-phone clicking to notify those around that a photo had been taken. Realizing that they both needed to breath, Karma dropped Nagisa back into his chair to see that the small, baby-faced boy had become a shade of red that closely resembled the taller boy's hair.
When Karma again looked around the room he saw awe etched into the faces of everyone there, almost everyone there. Okajima was grinning like the pervert he was and Nakamura was standing in the doorway holding her phone and looking like Satan himself (or because-karmagisa because I am Satan, fear me). Just realizing exactly what he had done in the build up to that exact moment, his face burned into the same shade as Nagisa's. fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.
Karma dashed out of the room at a speed that could make him an amateur Koro sensei, he bolted straight (oh look, the only straight thing about this fanfiction…) to the gravity defying tree to try and sit there to clear his head.
F U C K.