"You just wait Baka! You're going to have some awful Karma coming your way! What goes around comes around!"
Mamoru scoffed. "I don't believe in silly old Karma Odango Atama, especially when it concerns you."

Famous last words indeed. The next day, Mamoru's very own Atama was struck by a series of unfortunate events: In the morning, his entire shoe collection fell from his wardrobe onto him. In Biology, a classmate's homework was screwed up in protest of a poor mark and thrown, hitting him square on the forehead. At lunchtime, a fellow student spilt chocolate milkshake over his brand new crisp white shirt.

He slouched into Crown in the early afternoon, almost throwing himself into his usual stool, trying to ignore the smug looks on the faces of two young blondes.

"Coffee," Mamoru grumbled.
"Karma?" Motoki smirked.
"Coffee," Mamoru hissed.