Manami has always been in love with Karma. She confesses every Valentine's day in hopes for her feelings to be reciprocated.

First year, she's rejected. Karma replies that he has never seen her in that way before. Manami, infatuated, asks if she could continue liking him. He replies that she could, it's not his right to stop her feelings.

Second year, it's not a rejection but also too vague to be considered accepted. Manami gave him her handmade chocolate, face turned down, eyes slightly wet, hoping that he wouldn't notice her bitter jealousy of all the girls who are able to share any connection. Even though she tried to convince herself he wasn't romantically bonded to them, knowing that he was with other people built up a sick feeling in her stomach over time.

"Here..." She implies deeper meaning of course, but is too cowardly to suggest it openly. Karma replies that he is happy to receive these again, perhaps trying to avoid the subject of her confession.

A year passes. Manami has decided that if she is rejected once more, she will give up once and for all. Karma has developed feelings for her but feels that she deserves better as he made her wait and was playing with several girls at that time.

Time waits for no one and thus it's Valentine's for the 3rd time. She hands over her carefully wrapped homemade chocolates and professes to him her feelings. Karma is internally conflicted. Do I even deserve to hold her?

"...I need some time to answer your feelings." They both leave and school ends. Manami wants an answer so she can finally get rid of the envy and negativity she has been welling up over these years. She waits by the entrance of the school, perhaps she'll be able to catch him on his way home.

Karma however is trying to avoid contact, trying to sort out the mess of guilt, ecstasy and fear within him. Maybe if I stay in school I'll avoid seeing her. He thinks, so he stays a while longer.

Ripples on the concrete, puddles pool and the rain begins to get heavier. With no umbrella to protect her from getting soaked, Manami stands by the entrance. Karma is oblivious to this fact and begins to head home, thinking she must've gone home at the regular time and is now safe to go home.

He sees a figure by the gates, its silhouette is familiar.

"Is that…" He pauses.

"...Manami?! You're absolutely soaked..! What are you still waiting for here?"

He rushes towards her, indifferent to the rain soaking him as well, concerned and pained by her feeble-looking stature. She doesn't look up towards him, water drips from her wet bangs. He can't tell what sort of facial expression is on her face, a silence enwraps the two of them.

"I-I…" She stutters, afraid and cowardly, "...I was waiting for you."

The rain falls even more heavily, like blunt bullets digging into soft skin. He grabs her by the hand and rushes her to the nearest shelter from the rain. As much as they could have returned to the school building, this was not the time to be spotted by any of their classmates.

This is so… What do I do now? Why'd I just grab her like that!

Critical thoughts race through his head as they stop running underneath the little shelter the park pergola provided, shielded from the rain at last. He loosens his grip on her hand and her shoulders droop a little, but he slowly entangles his fingers into a tighter, more affectionate hold of her frail hand. Her other hand nears her face to wipe tears away from her eyes, a stinging lingering because of the contrast of her freezing cold hands to her tears.

"I-I just want…" she stutters. They both stare at the ground, deathly afraid of the other's gaze.

"..."

A light, forced and weak giggle penetrates the cold, biting atmosphere.

"I've realised, I-I thought I didn't want anything from you a-and that loving you was enough... I really did, and I really do love you so much that it hurts but at the same time, brings so much joy to my life." Her hasty, hiccuping words barely make it through her tears. Barely audible under the rain-shower, Karma struggles to catch every word and yet he does. Each word is more potent than the last, and each one more tender as she continues.

"But I'm not that nice of a person." They both look up at each other. His expression is in shambles; his usual smug look and hubris is completely shattered. She, beautifully adorned in nature's most fitting dress, rain hugging her every crevice, is smiling as if she were being stabbed in the stomach at this very moment.

"I want you and I want to know that the only girl you touch and want is me. I know you don't even think of me like that-!" she takes a breath, 3 breaths even, "But I'm awful and selfish like that, I don't even think about what you feel, having to hear some girl you just want to be friends with confess every year, I just think about the despair I want to crawl out of… The envy and agony I live in .And, I hate it… I hate it. I hate it. I hate it."

Curling up into a ball, she shakes off his hand and wrenches at her scalp like she's trying to go bald.

"Manami!" He tightly grips her soaked shoulders.

"Karma-kun… This is my last Valentine's with you, can you not treat me like you treat every other girl? I want-"

He kisses her, exploiting her gasp, and slips his hot tongue inside. It's a fierce and longing kiss that seems to last almost an eternity for the both of them. His hands wander, holding her nape and the other on her waist to push her body against his. Their thermal heat radiates from the contact, sending chills up her spine. A kiss is so intoxicating, yet was this everything she wanted?

He breaks away resting his forehead against hers, leaning his body weight on her just a little. She's in complete shock, and he has the most distressed expression.

"Manami, I love you, I love you so goddamn much that I think about how I fucking hate how cute you are. You've imprinted your cute gestures and greetings into my mind that when I see them, I think of how much I would love you and praise you, put rings on your fingers, a crown upon your head, slave and toil for your delight…But instead here you are, crying over me because I've ruined your life!"

"Karma-kun you haven't-"

"I'm a piece of shit! I slept around with girls, I kissed people just as I kissed you! Why don't you hate me yet?!" He gently wipes away her tears as his own face threatens to shed them.

"...There's nothing more I want than to make you smile, I'm really just so useless…"

She jumps to embrace him, wrapping her arms around his neck and snuggling into him. She laughs.

"I'm so sorry, you're in so much pain and yet, I'm just so happy…"

"I love you." Manami whispers, a light kiss against his ear. He pulls away and hold the both of her hands,

"I love you Manami. Would you do me the honour of being my girlfriend?"

Tears well up in her eyes again, she nods furiously and she grins with the most pleased and satisfied expression that he has seen upon her.

He leads her to sit on the bench, leaning over to kiss her again, as if to take away even more of her breath. The anxiety and misery within them melt like snow in the summer sun. She is just so stunning now, being in love really does change how kissing and touching another person feels. Her black hair glistens in the dim light, numerous refracting light rays beaming off her wet body, making her all too seductive. His tongue explores every region of her mouth, hoping to find the place that was most sensitive.

To Manami, all of this was new and all of it just so mind-numbingly enjoyable. For Karma, it's as if he's handling porcelain, scared to shatter the beauty and delicacy of it. He gazes hungrily at her transparent white shirt, is he really this hasty? They only just started their relationship, he can wait for as long as she wants. He pulls away, mustering every form of restraint and ethical thinking he has.

...But Manami hates this. She looks down embarrassed but still tugs on his hands, gripping them in a tight lover's hold as if to keep him close to her.

All reigns and brakes are destroyed in an instant, he sits next to her and pat his lap to signal her to straddle him. Manami's face turns red and she holds her face in amazement, she wanted to kiss some more, but she didn't realise she would tempt him this far! He nips her ear with his canines and whispers, "I love you" over and over whilst wrapping his arms around her waist tightly, each confession making her more and more flustered.

She clumsily tries to climb atop of him and can feel his palms make their way to her breasts, a moan escapes whilst she's in a daze. His thumb circles around her nipples and she can feel a growing ache in her crotch. Karma unbuttons her blazer and her white shirt, reaching down to kiss her chest. Swiftly, he pulls down her bra and fiddles with her chest; there is licking, nipping, biting and flicking with his tongue and fingers that causes her to tighten her thighs together in joy.

"Lift your hips up." Karma murmurs hoarsely, his voice tingling her ear. She lifts her hips and his hands brush against her pelvic bone as he reaches underneath her skirt, sending shivers down her spine. She grabs his head, burying it into her chest, weak in the knees. One of his hands lingers on her weak spot, rubbing her clit whilst the other makes quick work of her underwear and tights, pulling them both off enough so that he can touch her. She pants and whimpers into his ear that turns red in pure arousal at her lewd noises. The strength he applies and speed he goes at her sensitive parts makes her dizzy in ecstasy.

"Do you do this by yourself?" She jolts in surprise at the question, embarrassed and completely at a loss for words.

"I-I…Well, isn't it normal..?" She can feel the searing heat across her face. He kisses her neck and sucks on it, milky soft like a creamy sweet.

"Where do you like it?" His finger pushes into her, stroking across her walls. She gasps and audibly moans quite loudly. He caught her by surprise and he slyly grins at the positive response.

"I-I don't know anything about that," she drips and becomes wetter by the second from his fiddling, his second hand even helps by stroking her clitoris gently. Every word she tries to mutter is interrupted by her own sounds of pleasure.

"Say it, tell me. Tell me where you want it."

Shame, arousal and excitement rush through her head like an adrenaline spike, her own fingers never feel like this. His rough, long, slender hands are now drenched in her own lubricating fluids is already enough to cause her embarrassment, and now she has to tell him where she usually fingers herself?!

Her eyes are wet, embarrassed and electrified in joy. He smiles sadistically at her weak appearance and swirls his finger around, stretching her entrance a little.

"K-Karma-kun…your fingers already reach farther than I can… Ah-!" She writhes and wriggles into his body as he pushes a second finger in. He kisses her and plays with her tongue with his, overstimulating her body to an extent that she has never been to. He wants to see how far she can go, and how much can he push it.

"Does it feel good?"

"Y-yeess…" She slurs, woozy and buzzing but still not quite close enough to climax. His second finger strokes her methodically and digs into her in just the most pinpoint precise areas to make her want to keel over. His first finger starts pulling and flexing, perhaps a third might fit… Well, might as well try.

He manages to slip the third in but it stings because of the sudden flex. Her walls clamp down upon his fingers and he caresses her back, kissing her gently and then moving her hand to massage her chest. She cries out for a short moment, arching her head backwards away from his face.

"I'm sorry Manami, is three too much?"

She finds it difficult to answer, it's an odd feeling having three fingers within her but it's also so intoxicating that her brain feels fried and completely buzzed. The initial pain subsides as he continues to pleasure her all over her body, kissing each piece of skin that he can access.

"K-Keep going."

His fingers speed up and dig into her spasming sensitive parts and he kisses her adoringly. By now, her lips feel tingly and numb from all the licking and biting, and yet it still feels so good. Isn't he too good at this..?

She clings to him, and the smell of his shampoo emerges from the damp wetness that was originally masking it. It overwhelms her senses, she rocks back and forth, grinds herself against his fingers unconsciously and orgasms with her nose buried in his hair. He takes out his fingers and licks off the fluids.

"K-Karma-kun you can't do that! That-that-"

"It's fine. I love you Manami. Did you know that?"

"I-Well I do know now… We're going out after all."

"That's good...shall we go? The rain seems to have stopped too. Perfect timing wouldn't you say?" He buttons her shirt and blazer for her, kissing her on the forehead. She struggles a little but manages to stand up, with the help of Karma.

"Let's go to my house and get properly dried. We also need to wash your hands…"

"Anywhere with you my love."

Their hands intertwine and her flushed, clearly lewd appearance has Karma smirking to himself as they walk through the dimmed, cloudy grey streets. It's a good thing it rained today.


A/N: Now that was a shift in tone wasn't it, well compared to the last update anyways LOL. I just thought some spontaneous, impassioned rain stuff would be hot!

This has been really fun to write on the side, but I'm sorry for the really spaced out updates! I've been a bit busy with exams but I'll try to get the next one out a bit sooner.

Thanks to all the readers, and a special thanks to all the reviews. They're really motivating!