Continuation of: A Tall Help

Acknowledgement: Thank you FandomSupporter15 for the idea.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Ansatsu Kyoushitsu.

Getting Comfortable

Truthfully, Karma was happy enough to remain in their current position in order to read the book.

Manami, however, did not share the same feelings.

"K-Karma-kun!" Manami stuttered out, her cheeks flushing that familiar shade of pink he had grew fond of seeing. "T-This is very inappropriate! W-What if someone sees us?" she hissed at the redhead, who only made himself more comfortable on her lap.

"But, Manami-chan~" Karma whined, pouting at her as he tilted his head to meet her narrowed violet eyes. "How else am I going to read with you? Besides, it's not as if someone would see us. Hardly anyone ventures into this section of the library," he said, playing idly with a lock of hair that had somehow escaped from her braid.

Manami lightly swatted his hand away. "S-Stop that K-Karma-kun," she said in an uncharacteristic stern voice. Karma raised an eyebrow, a challenging smirk on his lips.

"Make me," Karma taunted her, his sharp golden eyes focusing solely on the face above him, curious to how she would react to his words.

In the past few minutes, he had observed and learned more about how Okuda Manami thought and react than when they were in the classroom.

When she was embarrassed, her cheeks would be dusted a delicate pink and she would stutter even more in that adorable way of hers.

When she was happy, her eyes would sparkle brightly like twin gemstones and her smile filled with warmth that could rival the sun.

When she was irritated...

"Karma-kun."

Snapping out of his thoughts, finally noticed that his hand was caged by her smaller ones. Eyes trailing the length of her arm, his breath nearly hitched when he saw her face that was tilted downwards to face him, their nearly touching noses.

Karma could see it reflected in her eyes, the intense, shimmering heat of her ire directed towards him and only him. She was mesmerizing; he felt breathless as he saw this side of Manami he knew people rarely saw.

"Karma-kun," she said again, the whisper of his name laced with a subtle, underlying threat had him instantly wrapped around her finger, listening intently to her, this angel he had somehow irritated. "I don't want to hurt you, but I will push you off right now if you don't get up." And seeing her eyes, he could see that she would actually do it.

For a moment, Karma blinked at her before stretching his lips into a wide grin. "Who knew you had it in you, Manami-chan?" Karma murmured loud enough that she could hear. "I'm impressed." Pulling his hand out of her slack grip, he tugged the rebellious strand one last time before he lifted his head and promptly stood up.

Stretching his arms, Karma inwardly smirked as he watched her face transition from irritated to embarrassed, and finally settling on confusion.

"W-What-?" Manami stuttered, gaping at him with wide-eyes and a hand over her mouth. It amused him greatly that she was finally responding to his flirting.

At least he hoped so.

Reaching down, he plucked the 'Art of Chemistry' resting beside her and tucked it neatly underneath his arm. "Well, we could always read somewhere else." Offering a hand, he asked the still flustered bespectacled girl, "Coming?"

"B-But, w-what-"

Cocking his head to the side, he bent down to her current eyelevel. It was cute how she stuttered for him. "Manami-chan, is there something wrong?" Karma asked her, feigning ignorance. He placed the back of his hand on her face. "Your face is really warm, Manami-chan. Do you need to see the nurse?" he said as he stood up.

"N-No, wait!" Manami caught his sleeve, fidgeting in her seat. Her eyes were trained at her feet. "K-Karma-kun," she took a deep shuddering breath before she hugged him. "Gomen!"

Instinctively, Karma stiffened at the sudden contact. But slowly he relaxed as he listened to the babbling girl, patting her head in an attempt to calm her down.

"I-I didn't meant to s-say that to y-you, Karma-kun! G-Gomen, I w-was scared that s-someone like A-Asano-kun w-would have saw us, a-and embarrassed that y-you w-were on my l-lap, I...I...I lashed o-out at you! I'm s-such a b-bad friend, p-please f-forgive me!" Manami wailed (albeit silently, this was still a library) into his shirt, clearly distressed.

"Silly Manami-chan," Karma said affectionately as she sniffed, rubbing her eyes wipe away the involuntary tears. "I would never be mad at you."

Manami looked up at him, and Karma had to struggle to let her go from how small and sad she looked. "B-But, shouldn't y-you be?" she asked, eyes glistening with tears.

Karma shrugged. "Honestly, I was impressed. I'm proud that you stood up for yourself. Feel free to threaten me anytime, Manami-chan," he said that last part half-serious, half-jokingly.

"Now, come on," Karna said, putting an arm around her shoulder. "How about we finally read the book? We still got another hour to kill."

"Okay," Manami said, a smile showing through her brief sadness. Remembering the last few minutes, she frowned. "B-But no using m-my lap as a p-pillow, K-Karma-kun."

"No promises," Karma grinned as he steered them both to one of the vacant tables.

As they sat down and began to read, he can't help think as he glanced at her.

When she was irritated, her eyes would resemble the a fire, low and intense.

When she was sad, she would sniffle cutely with her wide, watery eyes.

Burying his face in his hand, Karma sighed quietly to himself.

His flirting thwarted by her sheer obliviousness. Again.

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