After school, Karma looked at the petite boy who was packing up his things. He observed what Nagisa did; how his bloodlust was lingering throughout the field, how swiftly he twisted his body behind Sugino almost inhumanly. It was almost like he was facing someone like Takaoka; the person who made him get down on his knees and apologize, then blow up the antidote in front of him, causing Nagisa to snap. Karma admitted; the boy had skill to take down a foe twice, three times the size of him. But what intrigued the scarlet-haired boy was Nagisa's appearance itself.
He seemed almost sick; he was pale as a ghost and his eyes seemed to be slightly bloodshot. Karma just strolled up to his friend and peered down at him.
"Hey, Nagisa-kun." He greeted, earning attention from the blunet. Nagisa looked up at Karma, smiling.
"Hello, Karma. What's wrong?" He broke his crouching position and stood up.
"Ah, nothing. Just wanted you and I to walk home together." He said, obviously wanted to also learn more about Nagisa and his unusual behaviour. The boy returned a nod.
"S-Sure!" He hoisted his book bag over his shoulders, one hand gripping the leather strap. Karma lead the way, and until the two were alone, Karma glared down at him.
"So, at training...I saw what you did." He told him, making Nagisa straighten up abit at the memory.
"Oh..yeah...my bloodlust kind of gotten out of hand..." He scratched the back of his neck and looked to the side, trying to avoid his friend's gaze.
"No offense, but I think your blood lust is beginning to become...I don't know, uncontrollable?" Karma added. Nagisa frowned slightly, turning turning to shoot Karma a cold glare. When he did so, Karma looked at his right eye, that looked slightly thinner than his left. He smirked, and suddenly lifted his arms to untie Nagisa's hair, his signature pigtails dropping to his shoulders. Karma had to admit, he looked adorable when his hair was down. The smaller squeaked with surprise, his right pupil thin as a wire.
"Karma!" He frowns, trying to style it back up. The red-head snickered and put his hands in his pockets, eyes glinting with amusement. Once he was finished, he huffed, his pupil now back to its original shape.
"Don't do that..." He whined.
"Why? You pull of either gender adorably." He said, continuing to smirk at the smaller boy from the side. The cerulean haired just looked to the ground, obviously embarrassed and self conscious.
"Aw, don't be like that." Karma pouted, using his arm to hook onto Nagisa and pull him close.
"Just, never do that again." He muttered coldly. Karma chuckled.
"Whatever you say."
When Nagisa arrived home, he dropped his things off on the counter.
"I'm home." He called, taking off his shoes. It was a long day; he had truck-loads of homework to complete and they're not going to solve themselves.
"Oh! Nagisa, I have just came back from shopping!" His mother's voice piped up. His heart began to sink.
Oh no.
"I've gotten you a beautiful sundress! Come try it on!"
Please...no..
"M-Mom, I—"
"Don't talk back to me and come here." She said sharply, cutting off Nagisa mid sentence. The boy sighed and walked into the room, seeing his mother holding up the sundress he wanted to wear.
"And take those pigtails out, will you? You have such beautiful long hair; why keep it up all the time?" She places the dress on his bed and undid his hair. It flopped down and Nagisa was almost on the brink of tears as he was guided towards the mirror.
"I have such a pretty daughter..." She whispered, and changed him in the sun dress. She adjusted it so it looked perfect, and forced her 'daughter' to look back in his reflection.
"M..mom, I'm..." Tears rolled down Nagisa's cheeks, his eyes trying not to focus on what was in front of him, but alas a hand grabbed his chin and forced him to stare back at his reflection.
He looked like a girl, and his built up dysphoria started to grow. Nagisa felt uncomfortable and the urge to bawl was increasing.
"Oh, don't cry, Nagisa-chan..." Her soft voice made him quiver, and he tightly gripped the fabric of the dress.
He is not a girl.
Not.
A.
G I R L.
Suddenly his anxiety faded; and bloodlust began to form. It was so strong and thick, ghe boy felt as if he was suffocating. Panicking, he breathed heavily, though it did nothing to ease his dangerous killer instincts.
And with that, Nagisa turned, his azure eyes now a bright teal. His pupils were thinner than ever, making him seem as if they didn't exist. His mother was taken aback at her kid's expression.
Before she could protest, Nagisa jumped with incredible speed, mouth agape.
He blinked open his eyes. Nagisa found himself on the floor, on his hands and knees. He was breathing heavily, but he tasted a very weird liquid in his mouth. It almost had the tang of copper. Then, it hit him.
His mouth was drenched with fresh blood.
