Sometimes, sex feels like a hurricane. Being tossed about, not knowing quite where he'll end up. He likes the unpredictable nature of it, his stomach tight with anticipation, yet full of what can only be described as butterflies.

They'd ended up like that, somehow. Not that they're even undressed yet. Usually, that's the first thing that happens, but they'd been so distracted by the kissing that they ended up on the bed. Somehow, Nagisa doesn't even care. It doesn't even feel like sex is on the horizon at all, if he's honest. But he's content with the making out. Even though what they're doing… more constitutes play wrestling.

For once, Nagisa's actually fighting back against Karma's half-hearted pins. He's not making it too difficult to break free at all, his legs strong enough to get leverage and flip them both over. Like that, they've been exchanging the position and rolling over each other quite frequently, all the while trying to maintain the kiss. It ends in a lot of slightly uncomfortable mouth smashing, which has mostly caused them to giggle through it too.

"Karma," he sighs, pushing against his chest as he plants his lips on his neck. "I said no to that."

"I'm not giving you a hickey," Karma mutters against his skin.

Then, like the mature man he is, he moves up and essentially blows a raspberry against his cheek.

Nagisa twists away immediately. "Karma!"

"You said stop so I stopped," he says with fake innocence.

He shoves against his shoulder and tries his best to actually mean it. Karma just laughs even harder at him, though. Yeah, okay, Nagisa doesn't stand much chance of actually moving him, but… It's not funny! Is Karma aware of how annoying he actually is? Nagisa would probably go with yes, for that assessment, but even then surely there's a line.

"Nagisa~" He pokes him in the cheek. "What's with the look?"

"I'm not giving you any looks."

Ever dramatic, Karma lets out a deep sigh. "You're doing the squinty eye thing."

Too much talking. "Just… take your shirt off."

He cracks a smile. "Don't objectify me."

"I wasn't-"

Karma kisses him again and he forgets. Sometimes, Nagisa just likes him better shirtless. That's all. There's nothing wrong with it. He's pretty sure Karma likes Karma better shirtless too honestly. Funnily enough, though, Karma doesn't actually remove the shirt at all, pretty much leaving it to Nagisa to grasp at the hem and tug it up. It's easier said than done, when he's so distracted by the kisses and the weight of him lying between his legs.

Then, all of a sudden, comes an obnoxiously loud jingle.

"Oh," Karma pulls away. "Food."

The thing is, Nagisa was there when he ordered it. He'd known that food was coming. And yet, he can't help but feel completely irritated with its arrival. They were just in the middle of something! He's sporting a semi and everything! Nowadays, Nagisa's talent for just ignoring erections until they go away is weakened. His body is just so used to actually dealing with it.

He drags himself up when he hears the door close, at least, straightening out his clothes. Looking quickly in the mirror, too, he smooths down his hair, sighing as there's nothing he can really do to fix his swollen lips. He stares his reflection in the eye and takes a deep breath, with some vague hope that will quell the horniness. For now, at least.

Karma seems unbothered, rubbing the cheap disposable chopsticks that came with the meal together. Apparently he couldn't be bothered to cook, that day, but Nagisa can't be disappointed when sushi's the replacement. And it's good sushi, too, not just from a chain. As much as Nagisa loves rotary sushi bars, there's also definitely a place in his heart for other styles.

"Thanks for the food," he sits opposite Karma at the kotatsu.

He shrugs. "You don't have to just look at it."

It seems odd to eat before they actually do anything. Karma had insisted it would be okay, since sushi's not that heavy and it's not like he'll digest it in time for anything bad to happen. He barely even cares when he takes a bite. Karma's right, it is good. He can't help but react to the flavours dancing around his mouth. The quality's so good, he might actually prefer to just sit around and eat it all night rather than have sex.

Karma looks amused, and Nagisa wonders if he just said that out loud.

"Uhm," he shies away a little, turning his head in an attempt to hide the flush on his cheeks. "I di-din't mean-"

"I'm not offended," Karma says casually. "If you'd rather sleep with the fishes."

He frowns. "That's either violent, or you don't know what that phrase actually means."

"Yes yes," he leans forward, eyes sharpening, "Sensei."

Nagisa's stomach twists in a way he really doesn't like. "Karma!"

He laughs menacingly, almost like a cackle. "You should see your face."

He takes another mouthful of sushi, because that's definitely a better option than engaging with it. Nagisa can't really complain too much, though, since Karma's actually the one who paid for it. He can put up with his antics in the name of free sushi. Besides, it's not exactly like he hates Karma's company either… sure he's annoying, but there's a part of it that keeps Nagisa on his toes. He has no way of predicting what Karma's planning. And he enjoys it. Not that he'd ever admit that out loud.

Karma dips a piece of salmon nigiri into way too much soy sauce. "So, how was your week?"

"You mean after you spammed my phone during an important meeting?"

He has the nerve to nod. "Yeah, after."

It's not like they don't regularly message each other. Karma already knows this. "Kind of tiring. My students aren't really used to exams yet, and it's hard to motivate them to actually study."

"What, they haven't killed you yet?"

Nagisa hums. "Maybe I'm being a bit hard on them, they're only twelve after all. They… don't even try as much anymore."

Karma tilts his head. "They're probably planning something big. Or, they just like you or something."

A part of him would be happy if that's actually the case. During his time at Paradise, some reluctant respect was pretty much all he could settle for. His class now are too fresh to be bitter with the pressures of school, and he's tried his best to preserve the spirit. He can't really disappointed with their general incredibly good behaviour.

"How about you?"

Karma immediately looks bothered. "Kind of crappy, actually."

Well now Nagisa actually wants to know. "Uhm… Did something happen?"

"I've told you about Kawasaki right?"

"War crimes guy?"

"No that's Katayama. Kawasaki's the communist."

"Right."

Karma's burnt too many bridges at work for Nagisa to keep track.

"I told you he's cheating on his wife with my boss's secretary?"

Nagisa smiles awkwardly. "You used to get me drunk so I'd forget all this."

Apparently that makes no difference. "So it turns out that she's knocked up, right? But instead of just paying her off he got all emotional about it. I think he told his wife or something but she didn't accept it so she poisoned the bento she gave him for lunch."

"Wait, what?"

His gaze darts across the table for a moment. "Food poisoning, I mean. She let the meat go bad. But because he's an emotional idiot, he gave it to the receptionist."

"He fed a pregnant woman bad meat at work?"

"The ambulance came and everything," Karma nods seriously. "Which put Kawasaki in a crappy mood all day. He was all 'I've murdered a woman and child' but in an annoying way, you know? He's clearly never actually been in a life of death situation."

"…He didn't go with her?"

Karma sighs. "I said he was an emotional idiot, that doesn't stop him from being an asshole. But it gets even juicier. So whilst she's in the hospital, she gets a paternity test. And it turns out that Kawasaki wasn't even the father."

This feels like a soap opera. "She told him at work?"

"No," Karma says, "but the actual father turned out to be Katayama."

"War crimes guy."

"Right. So Kawasaki started a punch up the next morning, honestly it looked like he'd been drinking all night. Which meant there was another ambulance. He packed an impressive punch, actually. But he and the receptionist ended up getting fired. Did I mention our boss is Kawasaki's wife's brother in law? Well, ex wife now. And ex boss."

"I feel like I need a relationship diagram for this." Nagisa's lips pressed together. "That sounds… stressful."

"Oh," he waves him off. "I don't care about them. But all the reception duties got given to me. Do you know how much extra paperwork I had to do because of this? I might poison Kawasaki myself."

So if the country's economy collapses in the next week or so, Nagisa knows who to blame. He almost doesn't believe Karma, but there's too much for him to have made up for a joke. Plus… he can sense when Karma's being genuine. As far as he knew, even getting into a job like that is ridiculously difficult. Perhaps all these people were so busy studying during their youth they never got to get past the high school drama phase. Not that Nagisa's one to judge that.

"It sounds tough," he says a little awkwardly. "Is that why you were bored?"

"Proofreading budget reports isn't my idea of fun," he says.

Nagisa smiles. "I'm glad I don't have that kind of work drama."

"They need to get out some more," he says. "Someone's gonna end up taxing the wrong person just because they're mad or something."

"It's a hard job," Nagisa says.

"He was incompetent anyway."

"Mmhmm."

"Nagisa!" Karma pouts.

Is it weird to think… Karma's kind of cute like this? He knows it's ridiculous, because how can someone like Karma be cute? And yet, his pouty face, barely even concealing his smile… and the way his eyes go all wide like a kid. There's something about it that Nagisa reach across the table and pinch his cheeks. Maybe he'd try it if it wouldn't just end in being attacked.

"You're the one who wanted to get food," Nagisa says, "you should eat it."

"Yeah, yeah," he rolls his eyes.

Nagisa likes this. It's not like sex has taken over every aspect of their relationship, but it can't exactly feel like they're just hanging out afterwards. But this? It's so natural for them he almost forgets how they spent the first part of the evening making out. Nagisa can't say that he hates what their time together has become, but he does like this too.

"Eat your food Nagisa", Karma mocks.

It takes him a second to realise he's been swirling his chopsticks around aimlessly in the soy sauce.

"I-I'm finished," he pushes his plate away.

Karma takes a piece of sushi into his mouth, and admittedly they've eaten almost all of it. "Let's go clean up then."

Nagisa hasn't witnessed the dishes happening since their lessons started. Not that Karma cooked for him super often either. But nowadays… Nagisa supposes he usually just does it after he leaves. He also can't miss the way Karma said it… like he wants Nagisa to help? Not that Nagisa minds! He knows that being a good guest involves things like this.

It's still pretty strange to see Karma actually cleaning, though, scrubbing the few dishes they used. Of course Nagisa knows that he does clean, clearly, but it's still odd to see Karma getting his hands dirty. There's not exactly much room for Nagisa to help, so he elects to pick up the dish towel and get to drying. Not exactly a glamorous job, but at least it's something.

Karma hums. "It feels weird to clean up after delivery food. Usually the advantage of that is you can just throw it out."

"How come you usually cook so much?"

He looks over at Nagisa, turning off the tap. "Well… It tastes better than anything else? Plus you get to stab things with knives after a stressful day."

…so violence.

Karma reaches over, taking the towel from him. "What?"

"It's nothing…"

"Nothing?"

He reaches over, tucking a piece of Nagisa's hair behind his ear, and he feels strange. Like this, Nagisa doesn't even know what to do, but he feels like he could kiss him. Not because it'll feel good or turn him on or anything. He just… wants to. How can he help it? With Karma's touch, whether he means to or not, he finds himself leaning in.

"Don't kiss me," Karma says, "you have fish breath."

"I- No I don't."

Karma whips the dish towel over his shoulder. "Do too. Here, open your mouth."

There's no world in which that's not threatening. Weirdly enough, Nagisa does actually do it, but it's weird to just be standing here like this. Knowing Karma, he could be planning something quite terrible. He looks pleased with himself, too. But then he pops a breath mint on Nagisa's tongue, before putting one in his own mouth. Oh.

At least he eats one too.

The next thing Nagisa knows, he's trapped against the kitchen counter, Karma's arms planted on either side of his body, and he's being thoroughly kissed. Of course, Nagisa responds immediately, finding himself on his tiptoes, arms wound around Karma's neck. It's an uncomfortable angle for his neck, but he can't really mind it with all of the distractions.

"C'mon," Karma says when he's forced to take a breath. "I have an idea."

There's just the tiniest twinge of apprehension at the undefined 'idea' Karma's cooking up. But, honestly, he's more interested in what that idea could actually be. When they reach the bedroom, though, nothing out of the ordinary is happening. Karma kisses him again, walking him backwards as he digs his hands under his shirt, willing it to come off.

This time, there's no clothing inequality, as Karma allows Nagisa to do the same to him. Maybe it's a little awkward, their tangle of limbs, but he really doesn't care. The point is that they end up down to their underwear in very little time, and Nagisa's descent down onto the bed comes both naturally and before he can even figure out what's happening.

Karma doesn't join him though. "Wait there."

What, like Nagisa's going to get up and leave? He does try to lean back on his elbows, peering over at him. He carefully opens up the wardrobe for a moment, and Nagisa honestly can't help but wonder if he's going to tie him up or something. Admittedly… there's a part of him that wouldn't mind that.

He turns back with something in his hands, though. "We haven't taken this out yet."

It takes Nagisa a second to recognise what it actually is. Right. He'd actually forgotten they even bought all of those sex toys, which seems ridiculous considering the lasting trauma from that day. Nagisa's since resolved to never step into a Don Quixote again. But… maybe they've been distracted by other things.

"Uhm," he shifts, "which one's that?"

Karma looks oddly excited over it. "Just something basic. It vibrates." And then he switches it on, as though he has to prove it.

Nagisa really tries his best to keep calm, though he's not sure how successful that is. Theoretically agreeing to this kind of thing on paper was a different feeling. Of course he trusts Karma, but he's not sure what to expect. The only very vaguely penis shaped vibrator honestly looks more like some kind of torture device, if he had to make any guess. In Karma's hands, it probably is.

"Hey," Karma says, essentially straddling the end of his legs, "you ready?"

He turns his head away for a second. "I-I guess…"

"Nagisa," he says flatly. "Here."

Nagisa squeaks in surprise at the sensation, being pressed right up to his stomach. It's almost like… being tickled but more intense. He squirms away on instinct, but Karma casually follows him, dragging the device in one big circle. It takes him a second to even realise that Karma's just trying to demonstrate it to him. That thought makes him calm down, and when he takes a deep breath he realises he's getting a little more used to it.

Honestly, it just feels strange more than anything. He can't exactly describe it as pleasure or anything like that… just odd. At least it's not bad. Admittedly, he can picture how it might feel good in the right places. This entire situation is massively unknown to him, but he feels a little better about going along with this, at least since he knows it's not going to cause him an injury or something.

"See?" Karma switches it off. "Not too bad, right?"

Nagisa swallows. "Okay."

He does pause for a moment, though. "Are you sure?"

A part of him wants Karma to just do it before he changes his mind. "R-really. You can do whatever you want."

A dangerous glint appears on his face. "You'll end up regretting that."

Lots of things happen all at once. For one, somehow he ends up flat on his back, rather than propped up. His legs are kicked apart, too, and he feels oddly lightheaded. He didn't feel any kind of force, so he can't help but wonder how Karma actually did this to him. He's not complaining, though, his stomach churning with excitement.

He hears the vibrator turn on again, and this time Karma presses it against his hip bone. His skin is more sensitive there, and the vibrations feel even weirder. He doesn't jerk away, though, so Karma carefully slides down and presses it against his groin. He's pretty much completely hard in an instant, which makes his head spin even more.

It definitely feels different to before. Of course, it's instantly good, even though it's so different from the sensation of being stroked. Almost too good, actually, on the edge of genuine pain. He doesn't want Karma to stop, though. His back arches up automatically, arm flinging out to attempt to grip the bedsheets, at though that'll help him.

"Told you you'd like it," Karma says smugly.

Nagisa tries to give him a dirty look, but he can't quite help it, mouth falling open instead. Karma decides to take that as a sign to work his underwear off, which of course causes his erection to spring out. Karma barely wastes any time, pressing the entire length of it up against him. He really does shriek, then, his senses overloaded.

His hand immediately releases from the cover and slams into his mouth. He's practically biting down like that, trying to contain the screams he's close to producing. Karma leans over him casually, shifting the angle he's holding it at every now and then. Everything feels good, weirdly, though in different ways. He almost loses it entirely when it's pressed right under his head.

"More?"

Nagisa can barely do anything through his shaking, but he thinks he manages to nod. Instantly, though, he regrets it because the stimulation is taken away. At the same time, though, he's curious about what 'more' could even possibly mean. How can it even feel better? He still feels some residual vibrations rushing through him.

He's at least vaguely aware of Karma reaching over him, grabbing a bottle of lube and getting a bit on his fingers. Nagisa can only whine when he puts them in, only stroking against his entrance for a moment before. His head is still spinning so hard he can't feel any real discomfort from it. It's like they just skipped all the stages of building up, right to the point where it feels impossibly good.

Karma doesn't spend much time on that, though, slipping his fingers out just to replace them. Nagisa hadn't expected this. It honestly feels really strange. He's never had something in him that isn't flesh. This is more solid and cold, even if it doesn't feel bad. He is a little aware that he's naturally resisting it, though.

But then he turns it on again and Nagisa can't breathe.

He thrashes like wild, like he has no control over his body anymore. It's just like before, except so much deeper, and takes over everything. It kind of removes his capacity to even question what's happening. It's just so… good different to anything he's felt before. Totally overwhelming, and yet… not quite enough still.

As soon as he even thinks it, Karma shifts the position, and he's pretty sure he does actually scream himself hoarse. The vibrations are suddenly grinding right into his prostate, and he can't take it anymore. He doesn't even know how long it's been, but he can't hold himself back. Everything's too good and too much.

"Karma," he whines, "c-close."

Instead of speeding up, though, Karma just turns it off. "Okay, let's try something else."

What?!

Nagisa can't even form words, he's too shocked. Maybe he's literally in shock. To be in such near orgasmic bliss… to nothing? But Karma really seems to mean it, because he pulls the vibrator out of him, tossing it aside like it's nothing. And then, to make matters worse, he gets up, going back over to the wardrobe.

He's genuinely too dazed to say much about it, as Karma takes his time looking through things. Eventually, though, he picks up another item. Nagisa can't really tell what it is, his vision blurred around the edges like he's drunk or something. Tentatively, he reaches down with his shaking hand, pumping himself swiftly, like scratching an impossible itch.

"Nuh uh," he turns again, grabbing two ties. Nagisa's hand freezes, and he can only watch as Karma holds them up against each other. "I didn't say you could do that."

He finally finds the will to speak. "What-"

"Just figuring out which one's the ugliest," he says casually, before he pounces back on him again, roughly gripping Nagisa's wrists and tying them together. He pushes down hard, trapping his arms above his head. "Keep them still."

Nagisa's not expecting to be kissed, honestly. Not that there's much he can do to resist it, from his position. He tries his best to return it, but he's not sure how pleasant or coordinated his lips are. It feels nice, though, grounding. His arousal hasn't burned away at all, but at least that way Karma makes it all feel more rational.

He gasps out, thrashing, when Karma pushes whatever it is into him. It feels even weirder than the vibrator, narrowing and widening like a series of balls. It's stimulating, honestly, as it goes in. Nagisa's almost already back to where he was, closer and closer to the edge. Before he can express as much, though, Karma bunches up the other tie and shoves it into his mouth.

"Sounded like you needed this," he explains, before drawing the toy out and slamming it back in again.

If Nagisa's mind had been clearer, maybe he would have minded, but honestly he feels grateful. It feels good to be able to bite down on something as he loses his mind. Especially now Karma's moving, the widest parts of the toy hitting him in the best ways. Embarrassingly, he vaguely realises he's drooling around the material.

"You should see yourself," Karma says coolly, running his spare hand down the length of Nagisa's torso, now way over sensitive.

All he can do is muffle out a moan.

"Which toy do you like best?"

Even if he could physically reply, Nagisa didn't know what to say. He's not thinking about the finer details of something like that at all. Karma resumes pumping it in and out of him again, even harder and deeper than before, so Nagisa stops thinking about the question entirely. One again, he knows he's seizing up, so close to reaching that peak and Karma's not even touching his erection.

Karma leans over him, then, and lets go of the toy. He wants to yell out in frustration. Even though he didn't take it out of him… he was so close. He can feel his orgasm, cresting just slightly under the surface of his skin. But it's still every so slightly out of his reach. It's not like he can just force it out of himself… Especially now they're still.

Uncaring, Karma presses a kiss to his cheek, a smile on his face that feels like the most frustrating part of all of this. Torturing him like this… it's definitely intentional. He moves down to his neck then, followed by his chest, leaving soft caresses and kisses all over his body. Of course it feels good, maybe even 'nice' would be a better word. But it's maddening. What Nagisa's body needs is so clear, and he has no way of getting it.

High strung like this, the rest of the world begins to fade away entirely. Like he and Karma are the only ones who matter. Karma who, he realises, he's dependant on. He can't move at least, not like this, so what else can he do except fall into it? A part of him feels warm, like he knows he's going to be okay somehow. Even though Karma's the one making him like this in the first place.

Then, Karma dives low enough to take his woefully ignored erection into his mouth, and Nagisa feels warm all over. He'd teetered away from the edge in all that time, and the thing is the sensation is different enough that it doesn't immediately just cause him to explode. Karma's taking his time, too, just toying with him more than anything. His legs are shaking hard enough to prevent him from seriously bucking his hips back up into it, so al he can do is lie there and take it.

He'd almost forgotten just how good at this Karma is. But, as he runs his tongue carefully across his tip, dipping just slightly into the slit, gagged or not Nagisa almost sounds out with the force of his entire body. As if that's not enough, Karma swallows around him properly once more, just slightly scrapping him with his teeth as he starts moving the toy again.

It's far too much for him to deal with. But Nagisa finds he has no desire to stop. If anything… he starts to really keen into it, clenching down a little. This is how Karma wants him. Desperate and dependant, incapable of doing anything but going along with the onslaught of the strangest kind of torment. And he likes being this way.

The next time Karma stops, pulling the toy out and letting him slide out of his mouth with a heavy sigh, Nagisa feels half dead. What more can there possibly be? He's so exhausted, and yet still so desperate. Almost like this might actually be his permanent state of being from now on, always stuck on this edge. Even though he can't take much more…

"Hey," Karma reaches out, wiping his under eyes. It's the only thing that makes Nagisa realise he's crying, because he can't even feel the tears himself. "Almost there."

He clenches his teeth around the tie.

Karma strokes his face for a moment, before pulling the tie away from him. It's only then, as a rush of air comes when he gasps, that Nagisa realises just how much he wasn't focusing on breathing. All he can do is whimper in confusion. Is Karma just going to stop? Leave him like this? So desperate but so out of reach?

"Please let me come," he whispers, tone begging.

Karma just nods. "Anything you want."

He's not entirely sure if he can verbalise it. All he knows is he wants Karma, because Karma's weight will make him feel more real. He can barely move his legs like this, but he attempts to spread them apart further, back arching. This. He just needs… this. He's already at his limit.

It almost seems like Karma's going to go away, for a moment, leaving Nagisa's vision. Before he can fully panic, though, he does come back, his face concentrated. Nagisa hisses, when his hands run down his hips and thighs, as though that's enough at this point to set him off. Like he's been so broken down that any touch will do.

Karma has to lift his legs and hips into the right position, so that he's coiled around him. Like that, he pushes in, and there's barely even a hint of resistance. Nagisa's never been so open and pliant like this before, but Karma's a perfect fit somehow. Karma takes a hold of his wrists, and moves them over his own head, so it's almost like Nagisa's clutching him around the neck.

When he moves, Nagisa can only take it, gasping and trying to maintain the tension in his neck and shoulders. This sensation, he figures, he should be used to. And, yet, it's more intense than it's ever been, like every millimetre he shifts against his insights is enough to set him into a fiery blaze. How is it physically possible that he's still not there?

At the very least, Karma's not taking it easy. It's hard, and deep. Satisfying, despite it not driving Nagisa completely to what he needs. Karma grips onto his body hard, perhaps because he's still shaking. Though, it feels good to have him so close, like he can feel everything all of a sudden. Maybe there's even a part of him that wouldn't mind staying in this feeling forever. Everything else wins out, though, when he starts to feel it again. Like a light in the distance, something he knows he can reach, and yet can't manage.

"Karma," he begs.

Karma's hand grazes against his length and that's it. It's like a whole body spasm, and there's nothing he can do to regain control. It's almost as though the strength of all those times before, where he was so close, have been stored up into one. It's blinding, his eyeballs literally rolling up, though before long his eyes are clamped shut entirely. The wildest thing is that it goes on for so long, more than he's ever experienced before.

He's pretty sure he didn't literally pass out, but oddly the world goes from black to far too light within a split second, and all he can do is gasp for breath. Everything, the pulse of Karma still inside me, the feel their skin pressing together, the fabric of the tie binding his wrists… it's so sensitive it's on the edge of pain. His ears are ringing, too, the only real audible thing being his own heartbeat.

"..gisa. Nagisa," Karma's saying.

Maybe he tries to respond, but he can't form words. He hisses, at the sensation of Karma pulling out. This time, the sensitivity really is too much. Weirdly, though, he feels so empty when he's gone, which is unpleasant in its own right. He blinks, and realises Karma literally is gone. He's so cold… The hairs on the back of his neck raise up, like he's in some kind of danger. But he can't even move.

"You're okay," he hears Karma's voice properly then. "Here," he starts to untie his wrists, tossing the tie aside.

Nagisa shivers, before he feels the warmth of Karma's body beside him. It's almost too much again, but after a few seconds it feels nice. He's vaguely aware of Karma shifting him around slightly, attempting to sit him up. His body is all floppy, though, and he's pretty much depending on Karma's weight, leaning against his side.

He ends up practically in his lap, one of Karma's arms around him like a hug, whilst the other strokes his hair. He whimpers and trembles like that, because it does feel nice. He can feel Karma's heart against his back, his chest expanding with every breath which his own tries to match tempo with. Like that, things start to make a little more sense, and the electricity in him becomes more like a tolerable buzz.

"I didn't think you'd lose your mind as much as this," Karma says gently. "Do you feel better?"

He just about has it in him to nod, albeit slowly.

"We need to clean up," he says, "it'll help, okay?"

He manages to go along with it, because it's the only concrete thing he can actually grasp. They shift slowly, until Karma's helping him stand up. Nagisa almost immediately stumbles, but Karma's holding him well enough. It feels more like sleepwalking, as they make it across the room to the bathroom, and Karma lets go for just a second to mess with the bath taps, before coming back and turning on the shower spray.

"Is the temperature okay?" Karma asks.

He nods again, trying his best to hold still. It can't be too hot… not really, but it still feels intense against his skin. He adjusts to it, though, and it begins to feel more soothing than anything. Karma's holding him again, like that, trying to direct him under the water properly. He pretty much just leans into it, sighing as his hands traverse his body, cleaning him off. Though, he does have to grimace when his thumb runs across his entrance, reminding him of 'too sensitive'.

He's sure they don't stay like that for too long, because it feels like too soon when he reaches behind him to turn the water off. All he can do is just stand there, before Karma sighs and just picks him up, like a helpless baby. It's only when he's lowered carefully into the warm bath water that he realises why.

The bath is even nicer, the warm water encasing his body like a hug. Right there, he feels like he could just fall asleep, his muscles relaxing even more. He's a little confused, though, to find he's in there alone. He turns his head, though, to find Karma just kneeling at the side of the tub, watching him mostly. How odd.

"G-get a towel or something," he says. "You shouldn't just sit there naked."

A smile comes across Karma's face. "I'll be right back, okay?"

Actually alone, Nagisa holds his hand out in front of his face, staring at it. Almost like it isn't even his. Like that, he begins to wake up properly. What did he just do? It's not like the world's going to implode or anything, but… was any of that really him? It feels more like, at some point, he left his own body empty like a shell, and now he's finally come back.

Karma enters the room, then, and Nagisa snaps his head to look at him, way more alert. If Karma notices that, he doesn't say anything about it, humming as he drops to his knees again. Nagisa tilts his head, realising he has a bottle of water. So he wasn't just taking forever with the towel, then…

"Here," Karma hands it to him. "I figured you might be thirsty."

Nagisa accepts it gingerly. "Thank you."

A part of him, now he's more aware, really doesn't want Karma to take care of him. It's almost hilarious, considering how dependant he'd felt just a tiny bit before. He takes a sip of it, though, and admittedly it feels perfect and soothing down his throat. Like its own kind of peculiar bliss. He's surprised, thinking about it, he even has the use of his voice.

"Does anything hurt?" Karma asks after a moment.

Nagisa tries his best to concentrate. "Not right now. But… maybe later."

He nods. "Don't try and talk too much, you'll hurt your throat."

He almost responds verbally, but catches himself and nods back instead.

"You know," Karma continues nonchalantly, "because you screamed the walls down and all."

Nagisa reacts without meaning to, annoyance spiking up within him. He splashes Karma like that, apparently apt revenge for verbal humiliation. Really, though, he actually does want him to shut up. He can barely handle his own thoughts, let alone Karma's teasing behaviour. He doesn't exactly feel bad about what they did… but it's still weird.

He's a little terrified, honestly. Nagisa likes having control of himself. Losing all his senses like he did, that should have been his worst nightmare. And yet… he surrendered so easily and willingly. He allowed Karma to do that to him. Logically, he supposes that does give him quite an element of control, but he'd forgotten that at the time. He just doesn't understand how he's… okay with any of it.

Karma reaches into the water than, cupping some of it and letting it pour over his head, like he's planning on washing his hair. More, he actually does reach over and practically massage his hair. It's not like there's soap or shampoo or anything, so he's not actually washing it. It does feel nice, though, and that helps him relax somewhat more.

"You don't need to just sit here," Nagisa says eventually. Maybe it's a little weird that Karma's just watching him take a bath, even if he's the one who put him there.

"I know," he says. "It's not like I have anything better to do."

Nagisa hates him, really. Karma's the dumbest genius he's ever had the misfortune of knowing. He kind of likes that he can tell Karma was being sarcastic, though. Anyone else who knew Karma might have actually taken his deadpan tone for fact. There's subtle differences, though, at least from his judgement. Plus, it's hard to take that kind of comment seriously when he has his hands in his hair.

"Okay," he stretches out his arms and stands. "You should probably get up now, or your skin will go all wrinkly."

"I don't need-" Nagisa starts, as Karma stretches out a hand, but he quickly cuts himself off when he really has to stand up.

Karma ends up hauling him to his feet effortlessly, which is a reminder Nagisa doesn't really need in that moment. There's a second, though, where he just stands there. He was never truly going to find his balance with water up to his knees, and yet he feels oddly safe. Karma's still much taller than him, even with the height of the tub, but he's staring down at him.

He just about manages to make it onto solid ground again, and before he even knows what's happening, Karma grabs a spare towel. He wraps it around him like that, in a way that's perhaps overkill, but keeps him warm with its fluffiness. Trust Karma to splash out on towels of all things. But… that's so him. It's almost as if Karma's reading his mind, too, because there's a soft amusement all across his expression, laced with something else he can't quite place. There's nothing to stop him from kissing him, he realises.

…he likes him.

Like, actually likes him. Really likes him. Likes him enough that he doesn't need a justification for wanting to just kiss him. Or hold his hand. Or rest press his head into his chest and melt away from everything else. Even just getting to look at one of the soft smiles that come with a hint of blush that he hides from most people more often… Nagisa has to like him, right? What else can this be, other than some kind of illness? Not that Nagisa knows what it feels like to like someone, but right there, with his chest tight and his heart pounding, he figures this must be it.

Everything comes crashing down at once, like slamming a hammer into a wall of glass.