Sex Education

by livixbobbiex

An inevitable part of many educator's careers is having to give the dreaded sexual health class. A year into his professional career, it's finally Nagisa's turn; the only problem is he doesn't really know what he's talking about. Sure, on a practical level, he gets it, but he has no experience. Unfortunately, a slightly intoxicated Karma has a suggestion.

15. Lesson Fifteen (dating)

After messing with his hair for the seventh time that morning, Nagisa wonders if he might be overthinking things slightly. He knows Karma really doesn't care how his hair looks, truly, but Nagisa's never been on a date before. Even though this technically isn't even a real date. Just… practise or training or something. But it's not unreasonable for him to want to not look like he just rolled out of bed, right?

In truth, he actually has just rolled out of bed. But that's Karma's fault. When he initially mentioned dinner, Nagisa hadn't expected it to turn into 8am in Odaiba. Which just so happens to be the opposite side of Tokyo to where he lives. It took an hour just in trains to get here. Honestly, part of the reason Nagisa agreed to it was because 'Karma' and 'voluntarily awake at 8am' were a rare combination he hadn't wanted to miss.

Somehow he's still a little early though, hence the hair messing.

Eventually, Nagisa looks at his reflection and decides that the best way to start his first ever date, just for practise or otherwise, probably isn't in the train station bathroom. No, apparently that's the Statue of Liberty, according to Karma. Not the Statue of Liberty. Not even the secondary one in France. It's actually only about 12 meters tall or so. Nagisa's not sure why Tokyo even has it, but it stands out at least.

"Morning," Karma says, hands in pockets.

Nagisa swallows. His fears have come true. Karma… looks really good. Actually, he's not dressed too different to normal, though his black coat looks nice on him. But then again, Karma's always had a good sense of fashion. Nagisa should have messed with his hair some more. It's fine though, right? It's not like this is a first impression or anything.

He looks out across the sea, right towards the Tokyo skyline. "I think I get the whole Odaiba date thing now."

Karma seems to follow the line of his eyes. "It's a pretty safe option, but it's better in the evening."

"Oh, so then why-"

"Too much to do," he explains casually. "It made sense to start here, trust me."

Nagisa tilts his head, as Karma just takes off walking like that. "Are we going to Palette Town or something?"

Palette Town is just an area of various activities. Nagisa wouldn't even know where to start when it comes to dates, but there's probably a lot that might work. There's the light museum for example… he's not the biggest fan himself but he can imagine why that might be fun. Or the Ferris wheel! He's pretty sure that's more of a thing in America, but it still works.

"Nah. It's all about balance," Karma says, "for a first date anyway. You need the right level of interesting, but not too much to do. You want the chance to talk, right?"

Nagisa nods, wishing he'd brought his notebook. "So we're just walking?"

"Right," Karma says. "But if your date's boring, you can be all like 'wow the view is so amazing'."

He ends up actually looking. In a way, he is right. Nagisa's never been that impressed with Tokyo, really. It's kind of what happens when you grow up less than an hour away from it. It's a cool place to live, definitely more exciting than Kunugigaoka, but he doesn't care much for tourist like glee. But it is nice, seeing the sea and the city spread out like this.

"But," Karma continues, "you're even better to look at."

"H-huh-"

"Something like that," he says. "There's lots of options."

Oh, so he doesn't actually mean that? Of course not. Karma wouldn't say something like that about him for real… Despite that, though, Nagisa still flushes anyway, turning his head away to the side. He hates how nice that felt… And now he's seriously starting to doubt how he'll even get through the rest of the date.

"You know, we should hold hands or something."

"E-even on a first date?"

Karma shrugs. "You're trying to get it to end a certain way, right?"

He swallows hard. "R-right."

Karma takes his hand for him, actually, which forces his pace to speed up a little in compensation for Karma's leg size. But he does feel warm and solid, and Nagisa's not keen to let it go anytime soon. He thinks he's getting this whole date thing, then. He sees the appeal. Even if they're just walking along together… he's okay with it.

"Okay," Karma says when they've gone a certain distance. "Next up."

Nagisa blinks. "Wait that was it?"

"Busy day," Karma says, "now come on, we need to get the train."

He allows himself to get pulled along, barely noticing how they have to break their hold to go through the ticket gate, and yet somehow immediately join up again. Thankfully it's a weekend, so they're not fighting through the work crowd or anything. Then again, nobody goes to Odaiba so early in the morning anyway.

"So," Nagisa tries when they sit down. "Where exactly are we going?"

Karma grins. "Next is arcade date."

A part of Nagisa wants to point out that they used to go to the arcade all the time, and that's not really a date, right? But there's also a part of him that's excited. Karma's a fun person to go to an arcade with, after all. Even if he beats Nagisa at pretty much everything. He's weirdly skilled with the claw machines, in all honesty…

"You're not falling asleep, are you?" Karma looks over at him.

For a moment, Nagisa just stares back. There's just something, something in the way the sun's hitting Karma's face right there. His hair looks like twenty different colours, framing him perfectly as his eyes gleam in the light, and his lips crack a perfect smile. For some reason, the only word Nagisa can think of is 'pretty'. It feels weird, to think of Karma like that. But… he's pretty.

"Nagisa?" He leans in a little, squeezing his hand.

"I'm awake," he says. "S-sorry, I was just-"

Karma smiles again and he just dies inside. "We're almost there."

"Hm," Nagisa tries to get out.

"Date tip two: be attentive."

Right. Nagisa tries to look at him properly. Not just… his pretty red eyelashes. "How was your week?"

"Ugh," Karma leans back. "You want the update?"

Nagisa nods. "Sure."

"Okay so remember Sakura's baby?"

"Sakura?"

"The receptionist."

"Ah."

"Well now it turns out that she already has one."

It takes Nagisa a moment to fully catch up with where the story left off a couple of weeks ago. "Wait what?"

Karma whistles. "It's worse. It's my boss' baby."

"Excuse me?!"

"Right?" He nods seriously. "Well she came into the office with this whole paternity test thing because she kept it a secret and I guess she's mad he fired her or something."

"Okay how many people has this person slept with?"

Karma actually looks like he's thinking about it. "Everyone except me and Ryouta, I think."

Nagisa's not sure how many people Karma actually works with, but presumably it's a decent amount. Not that he's judging this girl he's never met… well maybe a bit for all the affairs and pregnancy drama she seems to be causing. If anything, he's a mixture of impressed and bewildered by it all.

"And that's only because I slept with Ryouta."

He drops his hand. "You hooked up with a co-worker?!"

Karma doesn't look bothered by this. "Regrettable drinking party."

He ends up pouting at the thought. He doesn't know who this Ryouta guy is, Karma's never mentioned him before, but still… Nagisa feels angry for some reason. When did this ever happen? It can't be recent, can it? Surely he sees Karma enough that he wouldn't even have time to sleep with someone else. Though, if it's a co-worker… Nagisa feels a little ridiculous, actually, because he has no right to have an opinion on who Karma sleeps with and when. Yet he's still intensely jealous.

Thankfully, the train rolls into Akihabara station precisely then, saving him from the spiral.

"C'mon," Karma says, offering his hand again, "They might have something exclusive."

Nagisa thinks for only a moment, before taking it, and being pulled to his feet. Actually, the station isn't a long walk from the main street. There's not much difference in the arcades here, not really, so Nagisa's fine with being pulled into the SEGA one, probably the most popular and in your face. If it's something exclusive Karma wants, it's probably one of the claw machines, right?

"Hey," Karma says, "want to play taiko no tatsujin?"

Admittedly he's a little surprised by that. "Sure?"

They end up heading upstairs. So this is a little different to how they'd usually spend time in the arcade – mostly doing their own thing and meeting up every now and then. If they're playing each other at something, it's usually just so Karma can feel superiority. Though, Nagisa's pretty decent at the game, which involves hitting a drum to specific beats. His reflexes have always been good, and he does know more about music than Karma.

…That doesn't prevent Karma from beating him 3-0 though.

"That was fun," Karma stretches out his arms. "DDR?"

"DDR?!"

Nagisa's arms are sore from the drumming, honestly. He's not sure he needs even more of a work out. He follows him anyway, though, because he's not sure he's ever even seen Karma play DDR. Of course he turns out to be good at it. Weirdly good. Nagisa's not exactly clumsy or awkward on his feet, but following coloured arrow directions? He almost falls on his ass.

Karma just chuckles when he's done with the torture, barely even sweating. "Struggling there?"

"No," Nagisa tries to defend.

"Okay fine, let's play Street Fighter. Something to give you a chance."

Actually, Nagisa's not bad at that game. He only knows the most basic combinations, but he's quick enough with his fingers at least. Even though he can only really play one character. But that's fine, because Karma insists on being Chun-Li for some reason. Whatever, at least the patterns are predictable. If only he were playing against someone else…

"How did I lose again?" Nagisa looks at the screen in shame.

Karma shrugs. "It's not my fault you suck."

"I don't suck-"

"I don't know, sure looked like sucking to me."

Nagisa shoves him half heartedly. "Shut up."

Karma flicks him on the cheek. "Let me win you something, maybe you'll feel better."

It's hard to not be annoyed out of his mind. It's unfair. Just because Karma has some kind of demon powers… Admittedly he's pouting a little. But… there's a good reason! Even after all this time, Karma's still so much better than him. At least that comes in handy sometimes, when Karma takes him over to the claw machines.

"These are just dumb luck," Nagisa says.

"No way," Karma takes his stance. "You just don't have the skill."

"Karma-"

"Seriously," he says, looking towards the collection of keychains in the machine. "Which one do you want?"

Nagisa squints, taking them all in. They're all animal themed – probably gacha rejects. "Maybe the panda?"

He starts the machine with a nod that contains the seriousness of going into battle. In reality, though, he doesn't even seem to be trying to get the right one. Is he just showing off for no reason? Nagisa's… unsure. But on his second go, he goes right to the back, using the claw as more of a shoving tool than anything. Nagisa's mystified, until he realises the keyring is right on the edge, and Karma just has to nudge it the tinniest amount before it drops down into the prize area. He's astounded.

"How-"

He looks far too pleased with himself. "Strategy."

Still feeling puzzled, Nagisa just stares at the machine. "You worked out the exact angles you needed in your head?"

"I work in the Economy," Karma points out, "I still have to do maths every day."

"S-so do I!"

Karma just bends down, though, picking up his prize. "Give me your keys?"

Somehow, Nagisa just does it without a second thought. Should he just readily hand them over? Karma takes them before he can stop him, though, and peals one of the rings back, threading the panda thing onto it before handing it back like a four year old kid showing his parents a drawing. Admittedly… it's a little cute. There are worse panda related items.

"Thank you," he looks down, unsure of what else to say.

Something gleams in Karma's eyes. "I have a game you'll definitely beat me in."

Nagisa's curious enough to go along with it. He knows where to accept his losses, Karma's just good at this kind of thing. Although, maybe there's something to say in the amount of practise he gets. Nagisa's not the type to just spend free time getting good at arcade machines. Or the money… Speaking of which, he's barely paid for anything so far…

He's not impressed when he sees what it is, though. "Puri-kura is not a game."

Karma just shrugs him off, dragging him inside. This… is not really Nagisa's kind of thing. When he's in an arcade, the last thing on his mind is using a photobooth. It's weird inside, way too bright and cutesy for essentially just being a box. Why exactly does Karma want to do this? Can't they just take a selfie instead if he really wants photos?

He feels a little awkward, as an overly friendly robotic voice instructs them to stand in frame and get ready to pose. What he's not expecting, though, is for Karma to just suddenly grab him by the waist and tug him in, pressing a kiss to his cheek, right in time for the camera to click. He's terrified to see how he turns out looking.

"Smile~"

Nagisa tries his best to, but he's not sure how exactly how to pose. He's not a natural in front of a camera, never has been. He doesn't know what Karma's doing, either. But he supposes it's okay. He's a little more prepared for it at least.

"Want to do back to back?"

It takes Nagisa a second to realise what he means. He plays along, of course, laughing a little as he and Karma pretend they're holding guns. Okay so maybe it's a little fun. His heart beats a little, thinking about how the photos might turn out looking. Maybe it won't be so bad if he keeps some of the photos from this.

"Final pose!" The robot announces.

Nagisa turns, about to suggest a different pose, when suddenly he's being kissed. Of course, it takes him a second to respond, since he had no warning. It takes him even longer to remember the camera aspect, until he hears the shutter sound and pulls back. He almost begins to freak out, before realising that freaking out won't get him anywhere.

"Y-you-"

Karma ignores him. "Looks like they're done!"

He looks over at the screen, where the selection of four photos are displayed. They're embarrassing. In the first one, Karma looks very innocent whereas Nagisa's face is almost crimson. In the second, Karma's pulling an… odd face, doing fake devil horns behind him. Of them all, Nagisa does actually like the gun one, it's the most… normal. He kind of wants to burn the photo of them kissing, especially since he looks like he's enjoying it.

"Time to edit?"

Nagisa's almost gobsmacked at what he's witnessing. Akabane Karma, in a puri-kura booth, editing love hears, sparkles, and stars onto kissy photos. He ends up laughing, just a little bit. It's stupid, but they're a little cute. It's far less embarrassing than the… lewd ones. He ends up taking one of the editing pens and drawing a little swirl in contribution.

He ends up leaning into Karma a little when they exit and wait for the photos to be printed. Something stirs in him, though. This feels far less like some kind of practise first date and more like… pretending to be a couple? Nagisa wouldn't dream of doing this with someone he didn't really know. Honestly, he wouldn't dream of doing it with someone other than Karma at all.

Karma doesn't seem to have much of a reaction to it, though. He just casually picks up the photo sheet and walks over to one of the small tables set up with scissors. The two copies of the set are attached, and he cuts a relatively neat line down the middle to hand Nagisa a copy. For just a second, he looks at them again, feeling just a little warm inside. He ends up putting them in his wallet.

"Okay," Karma says suddenly. "Time for horror date."

"Excuse me?!"

Karma doesn't actually drag him far away from the arcade, in fact they're pretty much still on the main street until he makes a sudden sharp turn. Nagisa has no idea what he means, and maybe he's a little frightened of the prospect of "horror". It's not like he goes to Akihabara that often, but surely he'd know if there's something super scary here.

"Ta-da~" Karma gestures.

Nagisa squints at what he's looking at. "Vending machines?"

Okay, it does look a little… cursed, maybe. Under some sort of covering that looks more like a garage than anything, there's a weird line of vending machines, some of which extend into the darkness. It doesn't exactly scream 'romantic'. In fact, it pretty much just screams.

"Spooky vending machines," he specifies.

"Why would you want to go here on a date?"

Karma shrugs. "Easy, if you scare your date, they'll cling onto you."

Funnily enough, Karma's probably the last person he'd cling onto in a state of panic. The first thing Nagisa really notices is how battered all of the machines are, like they'd been seriously neglected for years. Considering they're not actually standing far from the main road at all, that actually is a little puzzling. If they're in such a public area, why aren't they more maintained?

"Wanna go in?" Karma leans his shoulder.

He turns his head. "Do I have a choice?"

Apparently the answer to that question is no, because Karma takes his hand and drags him forward. Of all places he'd ever want to be… this definitely isn't one. And, okay, it's a creepy place. Looking at the machines, they have things like toy bugs and oddly enough, multicoloured bells. He can see, too, through to some of the other side of the area. He's almost scared someone's face is going to pop out across from them.

"So," Nagisa starts, "are you actually going to buy something?"

Karma actually seems to think about it. "No."

"Then-"

Suddenly something pokes his side, and Nagisa jumps like a cat, yelping. "What-"

Karma laughs deviously, announcing himself as the culprit. "Worth more than what money could buy."

He deadpans. "Quit it."

He doesn't seem to care, though. "Fine. We're pretty much done here, anyway. Next place."

Nagisa starts to wonder if he's going to make it through the rest of the day. It feels like Karma's going to drag him the entire way across Tokyo at this rate. By the time they return to the train station, it's late enough in the morning that it's a lot busier. Nothing quite like commuter hours, but still ends up with them standing close enough together the whole way.

"Don't tell me we're going to Sky Tree," Nagisa says as they step out into Asakusa Station.

Tokyo Sky Tree, along with Odaiba, is one of the places even Nagisa knows has the date connotations. But at least Odaiba isn't inherently expensive. He gets that it's a super impressive 'one of the world's tallet' structure and all, but it makes his legs turn shaky and mushy. Also, Karma's threatened to push him off enough cliffs in their lifetime that he kind of tends to avoid that kind of height with him.

"Of course not," Karma smiles nonchalantly. "We're covering the cultural date bases."

That takes him aback a little, but he supposes it makes sense. At least Asakusa, with its famous pagoda and temple, plus the Kaminari Mon, is more interesting than wandering around an art gallery or something. Actually, it's not really a place Nagisa has much reason to visit often, so it's definitely been a while. It's bigger than he remembers.

"What do you do on a cultural date?"

Karma runs his thumb over his knuckles. "Mostly just walking around, but it's in a nice place and there's a few extra things to do, depending. But I mean, it depends on your date caring about this kind of thing."

He sighs in a bit of relief, as his eyes go over to a few girls dressed in kimonos who are taking photos. "I thought you were going to suggest cosplay or something."

Immediately, Nagisa regrets giving him the idea. "Well, I can arrange that."

Nagisa's stomach decides to cut off that idea, though, rumbling audibly.

"Hm? You're hungry?"

Possibly from all the walking around so far. "Maybe a little."

"They have good taiyaki over there," he gestures, and then they're off again.

One of the reasons Nagisa doesn't often come to places like this is that they're basically a huge tourist trap. He shudders, looking at the prices of things. That doesn't seem to deter Karma. At least the taiyaki place they eventually stop at doesn't make Nagisa's eyes pop out of his skull. Though, perhaps Karma's decision to go there is more related to the fact they have one with a strawberry filling instead of the price.

It's sweet, at least.

They do end up walking around the temple, though. It's still odd, doing 'tourist' like things, but Nagisa doesn't mind it at all. Unlike the arcade, this isn't just a familiar thing to do with Karma, but maybe it could be… Whenever he starts to get too deep into his thoughts, though, he stares down at his fish shaped pastry in his hands and takes a dainty bite. Like that's a good distraction.

As if on cue, he starts to hear it. Fish, fish, fish, if you eat fish… It's one of those annoying songs he can't get out of his head once it's there. Almost like being aware of your own breathing. Considering Karma's not really talking to him, it's actually pretty useful in preventing his thoughts and feelings from racing out of rationality.

"Nagisa?"

…Less useful when the talking actually starts up again. He'd just got to salmon in the song too. "Yeah?"

Karma just tilts his head. "Is there more you want to look at here?"

"Uhm," he blinks, "you have even more than this planned?"

"Well of course," he replies casually, "this is a comprehensive dating lesson."

"…Of all possible dates in Tokyo?"

Karma nods, taking his hand again. It's clear he's more intent on dragging him, though. "And we're about to do the most popular one."

The thing is, as Nagisa discovers after they've taken yet another train to their next destination, he really does mean it. Well, it's not that odd to find himself in Ueno Park, that is. Even if it's not somewhere Nagisa usually goes of his own volition, it's close enough to the Tougyou University campus that he's hung out with Karma a few times here.

Though, they never went on a row boat any of those times.

Honestly, Nagisa's surprised it's even open so early in the year, but he feels a lack of capacity to question things anymore. Ending up in the middle of a lake, as Karma rows them into potential peril? Completely standard. Actually, Nagisa's more surprised that Karma took the rowing seat in the first place. It's not even a debate that he's stronger, but rowing is still effort and usually Karma would hand that off to him without question. He's not sure why that feels… nice, almost.

Of course he still complains about it. "This is why we invented motors," he whines.

Nagisa looks across at him. "We could've taken the pedal boats."

Karma just deadpans. "They're giant swans."

"So?"

"So… that's weird."

Nagisa stares at him curiously. "Are you scared of swans or something?"

"No," his voice raises a pitch. "Why would I be scared of a bird?"

He squints. "This isn't about what happened when we visited Nakamura, is it?"

Weirdly enough, he does, ever so slightly, turn a little bit pale. "Nagisa-"

"I didn't realise that… had caused trauma."

"Someone died once!" He drops the oars and defends, yanking out his phone and frantically googling. "See."

A small smile creeps on his face. "I don't think swan drownings are common, though."

"I went to hospital."

"I'm pretty sure that was your own fault."

Admittedly, Nagisa had been a little worried at the time. During what would be everyone's last summer break at university, a pretty large group of their old 3E had gone to London to visit Nakamura, since she was doing her study abroad year. Nagisa hadn't witnessed the start of the 'attack', but at one point he'd looked over to see Karma not only being chased by a swan – which was quite the sight as it was - but get bitten on the arm. As Hayashi had pointed out at the time, swans don't even have teeth, but they'd ended up in the hospital just in case he had rabies or bird flu or something. Only, they'd waited at the hospital for five hours before actually seeing someone, and all the doctor who eventually showed up did was laugh.

"The giant swan boats are creepy anyway," he mutters.

He actually looks a little dejected. "I thought you were very brave," he touches his arm.

Karma scoffs. "You're touching the scar."

He takes his hand away. "You do not have a scar."

"Not a physical one."

"Mmm."

"Couldn't even fight back," he continues. "England and their weird swan Queen laws."

Nagisa tries to nod along with it, because he's pretty sure Karma had actually tried. "I'm sure you'd have won… if you weren't bound by the law of course."

"Right?" He agrees seriously.

There are a lot of ways in which Karma is kind of an idiot sometimes, threatening to beat up birds or otherwise. It's one of the things Nagisa likes so much about him, though. When he was younger, maybe it really was just overall admiration, but that grew at some point. Nowadays, Nagisa would never blindly stare in Karma's direction. He'd definitely witnessed enough… dumb choices.

That doesn't prevent him from just staring at Karma in general, though. And it's not just because he's nice to look at. Actually, Nagisa has just as much fun looking at him when he's pulling weird faces. It's… something more profound, somehow. Which makes Nagisa wrinkle his nose awkwardly. Because this, being here with Karma, it doesn't feel like just some kind of dating practise. Or just one date at all. It's more like some kind of preview of what his life could be like.

Such a thought makes Nagisa feel automatically nervous. So far, he's managed to push his feelings to the side for the most part. But, the reason he could do that was because actually conceptualising what a relationship between them would look like was out of the question, so far removed from reality. But yet here they are, on a date. And if this is what dating Karma's like… Nagisa wouldn't mind it at all.

But that just leads to more problems. Because what now, then? He just blurts out his feelings and they just stay like this? Nagisa still has no clue how relationships actually work, at least not really. It's easier, he realises, to be an objective observer for these kinds of things. He's sure, if this were happening to someone else, he'd be able to come up with at least passable advice. Unfortunately, the only thing in his head is just 'tell him' and instinctually, Nagisa doesn't want to.

Maybe after the date time's over. He doesn't want to dampen the mood.

"Do you feel the romantic vibe yet?"

Well not if he's asking him!

"I-I don't know?" Nagisa tries. "I don't really get what's so romantic about boats."

"Way to talk with no possible escape?"

"…How romantic."

Karma flicks the oar, then, splashing him with cold lake water. "They're just one of those things."

"Aren't swans meant to be a romance symbol too?"

"I'm rowing back now."

"Oh come on!"

Karma sticks out his tongue. "You don't get to be in a boat with me anymore."

"Oh, this is supposed to be some kind of reward?"

There's a glint in his eye. "Well, considering what's coming up next…"

"Why does that sound like a threat?"

He whistles innocently. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Which means it's definitely something sketchy. Nagisa can't really find it in him to be anxious, though. Maybe because he knows Karma won't put him through anything too terrible. It can't be worse than the way he offers him a hand getting out of the boat, like some kind of Disney prince. And then the way he doesn't let him go after.

Since it's very much the height of winter, Ueno Park isn't really at its peak beauty. That doesn't seem to matter, though. It still feels nice, just being right there. Wherever Karma takes him, whatever he wants to do. Nagisa can't stop himself from beaming. At the very least, since it is so cold, that masks the flush present on his cheeks.

It seems, at least, that their next location isn't too far away, since they're actively walking away from the station. Somehow, just on some non-busy backstreet, it feels even weirder to just be holding hands like this. Maybe he's even getting too comfortable with it. It's really odd how he just really doesn't want to let go.

"Oh," he says, looking up at the sight before him. "This is what you meant."

Karma grins. "No better way to hear your date scream."

Considering his friendship with Sugino, Nagisa's actually been to Tokyo Dome many times, since they have a ton of baseball games there. Sugino… well, at least that's better now. After their small fight, they'd made up pretty quickly actually through text, and now everything feels like it's okay. But still, Nagisa's pretty convinced he's not 100% supportive of this thing with Karma.

Rather than the actual arena, though, Nagisa follows Karma's eyes up to the rollercoaster. Tokyo Dome's a little odd, since it basically has a theme park in the middle of the city. It's free to walk around, but all of the rides have their own prices. Rides have never really been Nagisa's thing, although he doesn't get scared of them as such. That being said, the rollercoaster here is pretty steep actually…

"C'mon," Karma says, "let's go queue up."

"T-this is a good date activity?" Nagisa can't help but question as he's dragged. "Isn't it risky? What if your date just gets sick?"

"Why do you think we're riding it before lunch?"

He's crazy, sometimes. Well, Nagisa has no complaints about letting Karma pay for this one. He doesn't hate rides, but… he's a little apprehensive. Honestly, he didn't know Karma liked them either. Then again, there weren't that many opportunities for the specific topic to come up. Although… a part of him feels a little annoyed at not knowing that detail already. Like he should know everything already.

"You know," Karma says once they're in the line. "It actually is a pretty decent date thing. You get to have fun, but the queue is like forced conversation."

Nagisa blinks. "T-that's a good point, actually."

"Plus, they might get scared and grab your hand."

"What is it with you and scaring people?"

Karma decides not to comment on that. "Though, I guess it's kind of difficult when you know someone so well already."

"Oh?"

He shrugs. "There's not a lot I have to find out about you."

He thinks about it for a second. Is it really true? Especially after Nagisa just realised that he doesn't know some very basic details about Karma. They're not the kind of people who just share all the details from their lives in conversation. If he can admit there's stuff he definitely doesn't know about Karma, then…

"Are you sure?"

"Hm?"

Somehow he almost feels just the slightest bit defensive. "There's probably a lot you don't know about me."

Karma meets his challenge. "Oh yeah, like what?"

"Stuff."

"Let's play twenty questions."

"Huh? What would that do?"

Karma shoots him some kind of look. "Prove that I can read your mind."

"That's-"

"C'mon Nagisa, think of something."

"Fine."

…But what? Nagisa's mind is completely blank. Anything he can pull out would just be totally obvious. He feels competitive, here. He needs to prove Karma wrong. Maybe something ultra specific… though it does have to be fair. Thinking about it, he decides to go with one of the plates Karma 'took' (stole) from his favourite sushi place in Kunugigaoka before it shut down. It was years ago, and he's pretty sure Karma doesn't even remember that day.

Karma stares him right in the eye, then, which feels more intimidating than anything else. "Is it an object that can be touched?"

Ugh.

"Yes."

He seems to think for a moment. "Is it… something you could find in a classroom?"

Of course, Nagisa purposely avoided the obvious. "No."

He hums. "Could you put something in it or on it?"

How. "Yeah."

"Hm," he takes yet another pause. "Is it big?"

"Define 'big'."

A half smile comes on his face. "Like, bigger than a laptop."

"Then no."

"Is it powered by anything?"

"No."

Something intense shifts in his eyes. "Is it something in your house?"

…He's only had about a quarter of the questions so far. Nagisa's pretty sure he'll narrow it down from here. "Yes."

"Something you're attached to? In other words, it's linked to a memory or something."

This is embarrassing now. "…Yes."

More than just a pause, Karma just goes silent, even muttering a little under his breath. Nagisa's not sure what that means exactly. One of the workers starts talking about the rules, making sure nobody has their phones out and things like that. Really, Nagisa should pay attention, but watching Karma think is so much more interesting.

"Is it soft?"

"No."

"Could you eat off it?"

Yeah, he's definitely been caught. "Yes."

A devious grin appears on Karma's face. "It's that sushi plate I got you, right? Ha, pay up. I didn't even use half the questions."

"…we didn't bet on it though."

He bumps his shoulder. "Admit you were wrong."

"This doesn't mean anything though. It just means you're good at guessing!"

Karma clears his throat dramatically. "The grade that got you into E class was a 36 in science. Your favourite colour is light green. Your family are pretty much only from Kanto Region. Your favourite kind of sushi is chutoro nigiri. Usually your McDonald's order is the six nugget meal with a coke, but you get a Happy Meal when it's on Uber Eats. Your shoe size is 23 and that means at least half your shoes are from kids shops. Your phone pin is 1107, plus your bank pin is just the same in reverse. You had an imaginery friend called Saki until you were like eight whose only defining feature was being shorter than you. You have a freckle on your butt right about here," he demonstrates with a tap, "you're mostly allergy free except from mildly lactose intolerant. Your favourite sex position is-"

Nagisa slaps a hand over his mouth. "That's enough."

He's just laughing though. "See."

Honestly, Nagisa's first instinct is to be creeped out. Objectively, it's pretty weird, right? He kind of asked for it, but at the same time… isn't it a bit stalkerish that Karma knows this much? Especially his bank pin somehow?! The thing is, though, Nagisa doesn't actually feel creeped out by it. If anything, he's a mixture of kind of impressed, and also jealous. Jealous because he doesn't know Karma that well. And… maybe a little bit flustered that Karma's ever paid that much attention to him.

He turns his head, trying to hide the pinkness of his cheeks. "…What's my dad's family name?"

Karma's eyes widen. "I… Huh. I don't think you've ever told me."

"Really?"

He shrugs. "You used to just say you wanted to go by your first name because you didn't want to deal with the change. Not what the change actually would be."

"Oh," Nagisa blinks. "Well, it's-"

"Everyone get ready to get on the ride!" Another worker calls out, interrupting them. Nagisa had been distracted.

Sure enough, the rollercoaster roles into the station, and he swallows heavily. The people getting off look in good enough shape, at least. He feels a tiny bit better after that. But still, strapping himself into a super fast metal machine… Maybe he's been zoomed across the world at Mach 20 by a flying octopus before, but somehow that felt safter. Admittedly, he's actually a little glad Karma's there with him.

"Hey," Karma says, "don't look down."

"Huh?"

The coaster shoots off just like that, and Nagisa decides to heed the warning. Well, he doesn't look down at least. But he can see pretty much all of Tokyo, as the coaster goes up the lift hill. He gets maybe a second or two to appreciate it before suddenly they're hurtling down the drop at top speed. So fast, in fact, he feels like he's going to fly out of his seat. Somehow, though, he manages to keep his eyes open the whole time, as he feels like he's flying.

Nagisa's not looking down, but he does look at Karma. The pure joy on his face, it's nice. Obviously it's a little hard to concentrate, given the situation, but he does his best job at it. There's not a lot you can fake, at a time of adrenaline like this, and Karma's expression is one of them. It's kind of rare to see, outside of some specific circumstances.

Maybe Karma knows lots of random facts about him. More than Nagisa could ever hope to return. Truth be told, there's probably endless things he doesn't know about him at all. But Nagisa still feels like he knows him just as well. If not facts, then his own observations. He can read the slightest shift in his face, at times. Not that he understands what all of them mean, of course, but he can see the differences. Knowing this expression on him is enough to make him feel privileged.

And just like that, the ride comes to a stop.

"You barely screamed at all," Karma complains, more like a whine, once they've rolled back into the station and gotten off.

Somehow Nagisa manages an apologetic smile. "Sorry, I guess it wasn't that scary after all."

"Well," his hand brushes the small of his back suggestively. "I guess we'll just save the screaming for later."

Nagisa almost seizes. "I-Isn't that a bit much to do on your first date?"

Karma shrugs. "Depends on the date."

"…It does?"

He sighs, slinging an arm over his shoulder. "That was the point of all of this, wasn't it? If you want generic dating advice, I'm not your guy."

He seems pretty good at it, though.

"Anyway, let's go on the Ferris Wheel."

"We're not done with the rides?"

He raises an eyebrow. "Well, we didn't go on the one in Odaiba. Plus, this is a classic."

He takes Nagisa's hand, then, and pulls him along. Despite the ride and everything, it feels nice. Warm, but not sweaty. Subconsciously, Nagisa squeezes it just a tiny bit tighter. The queue for this one was much shorter, at least, and somehow they spent it in comfortable silence. At least he might be able to focus a little more on this ride.

"We'll take the karaoke car," Karma announces cheerfully.

"The what?"

The worker just cheerfully leads them over, holding the door open. It's a little hard to get on a Ferris Wheel, considering it's moving the entire time. Nagisa's just a little afraid he's going to stumble. Still, he manages to make it inside the glass cabin, fitted out with two opposite facing benches, a TV screen, and microphones.

"Welcome to your karaoke date," Karma says cheerfully, once the door's closed. "I could have taken you to a real place, but this is quicker."

Karaoke isn't really something he'd do with just Karma anyway, so he's actually a little bit thankful. Nagisa doesn't really mind the activity in group settings, if that's what everyone else wants to do, but he doesn't personally find the whole singing thing that enjoyable. This is kind of unique, at least. Nagisa's a little more interested in the view though.

"Karaoke dates must be kind of tough if you're bad at singing," he tries lightly.

"Karaoke is a lie," Karma says seriously, his face menacing.

"Uhm-"

He leans forward. "It's just a ploy to get someone alone easily."

That's news. "I-I didn't realise there's that kind of agenda."

"There's always an agenda. It's like, one of the first tricks in the book. Everyone's tried it at some point. Just, never accept a karaoke first date."

Nagisa blinks. "You've used it?"

"No comment," Karma leans back again.

He finds himself pouting at that. It's really stupid, because the entire reason they're like this is because of Karma's past. That's supposed to the advantage here, isn't it? Karma has plenty of experience in sex, which is why he's such a good teacher. But Nagisa's still burning at even the idea of him with someone else. This isn't okay, is it?

"So," Karma's eyes move sideways slightly. "Do you want to sing something?"

Nagisa presses his lips together. "I'm not sure what."

"Well I don't know," he says, "I don't even like karaoke."

"Then why-"

He shoots him a look. "Maybe it's the ulterior motives."

Nagisa just turns his head away, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. So they're at karaoke not doing karaoke. He's okay with that, though. Trying to forget everything else, it's nice to be here with Karma. The thought makes him feel odd and even slightly embarrassed, though. Maybe because this is a 'date' of sorts, that's why he's feeling this way…

"If the point is being in a private room, we're kind of in a glass box right now."

"True," Karma hums. "You can see quite a lot up here, huh?"

Nagisa smiles, and then realises that they've actually already begun the descent. He supposes Karma's illustrated his point already, so it's not like they actually have to do it. Considering everything, Nagisa's actually a little concerned about stepping anywhere near an actual karaoke booth with Karma now, lest something happen.

They're holding hands again when they get off, and everything feels normal. So normal, in fact, that the fact that they're in a very public place barely bothers him. Nor the fact that he doesn't know where they're heading to next. He's more than happy to be lead, though maybe that's because it hasn't exactly turned out bad so far.

He does end up questioning it, though, more out of curiosity. They've basically done a whole loop of Tokyo as it is. "Where are we even going?"

Karma whistles casually. "Just Shinjuku."

At least that's familiar to him. By this point, it's almost like they've done a whole loop of Tokyo. At least he's being thorough? Nagisa supposes it would be pretty hard for a date to take him by surprise at this point. Besides, it's been kind of fun to be dragged around by Karma like this. That's not something he'd usually think at all, but…

Shinjuku Station is the busiest place they've been to so far, but that doesn't surprise him so much. From his own knowledge, it'll be crazy in just a few hours though. He does end up looking up at Karma curiously, as they walk along. If they already did 'karaoke' and 'arcades', what even is there here? The cinema? It's surely too early to go to an izakaya.

"Right here," Karma announces proudly.

"Huh?"

"Sightseeing," he says.

Nagisa glances around. They're just in the middle of Shinjuku, there's not exactly much to sightsee. It feels a little weird that they're stood right in the centre of the street, actually. Nagisa's conscious, feeling like they're disrupting the rest of the public with their position. Karma, though, seems to have no such concern for the others.

"We're in a movie spot."

Nagisa tilts his head, looking up at him. "What movie?"

Karma's mouth falls open a little. "Dude, Lost in Translation."

Oh. "I've never actually seen it," he laughs lightly.

He looks like Nagisa just said he doesn't know the five times table. "But it's so famous."

Of the two of them, Karma's the one who really likes movies. Nagisa can appreciate a good one every now and then, but it's not like he delves into the critical theory of things, nor follows what's super popular amongst those circles. He's never seen the appeal of those 'classic' movies. Despite all that, he tends to end up watching them with Karma quite often.

"Sorry," he looks down. "I have heard of it, though."

"Iconic, even," he says, though he looks more like he's talking to himself. "Displacement and love at the wrong time and everything. We need to fix that, anyway..."

He smiles. "You're taking me to the cinema next?"

"Nah," Karma says casually. "It's a typical date for sure, but you can't really talk. I guess it's good if you don't want to do that. But like, at some point."

Nagisa nods. "Okay."

"But anyway, taking someone to romantic movie spots is usually a big win. Especially if you re-enact it. And," he leans down, whispering into his ear, "if you're already turned on, you can just end the date here and head to the many choices of love hotel."

Nagisa jerks back, feeling himself heat up. "No way!"

Karma just grins. "We're not going to one, there's a bunch left to do."

He blinks. "Really?"

"Come on," he takes his hand again. "Back on the train."

"Again?!"

They're only actually on the train for five minutes. Nagisa's honestly surprised his metro card hasn't run out of money yet. He can't really complain, though, he hasn't really paid for anything else. Mostly, he feels like he's still going with the flow. He doesn't mind at all. He's not sure what he expected for this date thing, but this is a lot more fun.

When they get off the train in Harajuku, though, he does start to question the choice. It's just not very… Karma. Though, maybe he doesn't really know that. He's seen a lot of new sides to him recently at least. If Karma likes to spend his time hanging around the place most famous for kawaii culture, he can't hold it against him.

"You must be pretty hungry, right?"

As if on cue, Nagisa's stomach grumbles. "I guess so."

"It's a little late for lunch already," he says, "but it's the best place for street food."

He's not totally sure if he agrees, but it is pretty good. There's about five separate crepe shops on Takeshita Street, which as the main through path through Harajuku, is crowded as usual. Karma goes to one in particular he presumes is decent, ordering some kind of strawberry monstrosity. Nagisa just ends up with a cheese hotdog (which is basically just deep fried cheese), considering there's limited savoury options.

"Have you even tried eating that less suggestively?" Karma asks, glints of annoyance in his tone that Nagisa can't recognise the true seriousness of.

"Huh?" He responds, pausing to lick up a line of stray ketchup from its side.

Karma just rolls his eyes and mutters something under his breath.

He looks up at him. "So… Just walking around Harajuku. Is this a date? Are we going to go shopping or something?"

At least he laughs lightly. "No. But, now you mention it, maybe we could do something about your fashion sense."

"There's nothing wrong with my clothes! Besides," he mumbles, "I don't know much about dating, but I do know you're not supposed to insult the other person's outfit."

He grins. "Are you saying you picked out an outfit specially for me?"

"O-of course not!"

He peers down at him, looking far too smug. "Well I didn't say you were dressed badly now. Just, you know, maybe you should get some tighter jeans. Your ass deserves it."

"H-hey!"

Nagisa scowls as Karma pulls him along, laughing at his face. In reality, he did actually spend a little bit too much time overthinking the clothes. He doesn't know what 'date outfits' are supposed to be, and it's not like Karma gave him much of an idea of what they'd be doing. He'd had to go for something that wasn't too formal, but wouldn't look strange if he did end up taking him to a restaurant or something. Nagisa doesn't have too many options within those restrictions.

"You say we're not going shopping," he says as they leave the crowded street and Karma pulls him towards some escalators, "but we're literally going into a shopping centre."

He flicks the back of his hand. "It's not just clothes you know."

"Oh," Nagisa says when they reach the top floor. "Starbucks?"

Karma tugs him inside. "It's like the easiest date there is. It's the date you do when you have no other ideas."

"You seduce people in coffee shops?"

"It's more of an innocent choice," he admits. "Although, once in university-"

Nagisa really doesn't want to know.

Thankfully, the barista unintentionally comes to his rescue. "Can I take your order?"

Maybe one of the things most people come to a place like this is the fancy drinks, but Nagisa just panics and orders a latte. Proving his point, Karma follows up with some sort of strawberry frappuccino, as if the crepe wasn't sweet enough. Maybe his lips will taste sweet, though… He tries to get that thought off his mind.

"I'll get it," Karma says, and cuts in front of him to pay before he even gets the chance.

Nagisa's hand hovers his own wallet. Is this really okay? He gets that this happens on dates, and he supposes Karma asked him here, but still… This must be pretty expensive already by this point. Nagisa might not be made of money, but he can afford the occasional fun day. It kind of feels like Karma's acting like his… sugar daddy, or something.

"They're ready," Karma comes over, his drink in hand. And it's then that Nagisa realises he's just been standing there like an idiot. "Let's go outside."

"In the winter?"

"Yeah," Karma shrugs, "it's not that cold."

Maybe because he's permanently hot. Nagisa's noticed that recently. Sure, he's used to Karma barely wearing a coat even in the height of winter, but he's noticed it even more recently. What, with all the hand holding and other forms of close bodily contact. Admittedly, even though the air is pretty cool, the heat of the coffee makes it bearable.

It's nice outside. They're on the top floor of the building, but rather than a plain balcony it's actually more of a roof garden. He can definitely see why a place like this would come across as 'date' like. Again, it's not really something he'd expect from Karma. Then again, it's not like Nagisa's ever attempted to have a conversation with him about that.

"Do you like flowers?"

"Hm?" Karma says as they sit down. "Why, are you planning to get me a bouquet next time?"

Next time?!

Karma seems to realise what he said too, coughing. "I mean, there's some pretty useful ones. Wolfsbane, nightshade, hemlock, oleander, lily of the valley…"

"Aren't those all poisons?"

"Like I said, useful."

Trust him. "I'm not supplying those to you."

"So you are getting me flowers?"

Nagisa's definitely not buying him flowers, and Karma knows it. Still, the image of it is funny. It's a near ridiculous thing to imagine, showing up with a bunch and presenting them with some kind of grandeur. A part of him almost wants to try it. He wonders how Karma would actually react? Most likely he'd just make fun of him, but maybe he'd enjoy it a little bit…

"Hey, earth to Nagisa?"

He realises Karma's waving a hand in front of his face. Maybe he daydreamed for too long? "S-sorry."

Karma doesn't look too offended. "I didn't think Starbucks was good enough for silence."

Maybe Nagisa should go with that assumption. "Sometimes basic is good."

He sips his strawberry drink. "I don't believe in that."

That's probably true. He's not sure if 'basic' is even in Karma's vocabulary.

"I guess I don't really like sweet things that much," he admits.

"You're a dentist's dream," Karma hums. "Bet you used to that love as a kid, huh?"

He thinks about it. "Going to the dentist? I guess so. I kind of miss getting a sticker every time."

"You're a teacher," Karma raises his eyebrow. "Surely you have a ton of stickers."

"It's not the same if you give it to yourself… kind of defeats the point."

Their conversation drifts into this kind of safe territory. Nagisa doesn't mind it, not really. Despite what they talked about earlier, it would feel weird to start digging around for new life information. But that's probably what you're supposed to do on dates, right? At least in situations like this. Not that he minds having a more natural conversation with Karma. In fact, he probably even prefers this.

At some point, even though he finished his drink a while ago, he realises that he barely cares about sitting outside in the cold.

"You know," Karma says, "this is a good place to impress people who aren't from here."

"How?"

Karma just points, and Nagisa follows his eyes to the vaguely discernible shape of Mount Fuji in the distance. "I don't know, but it makes people go crazy."

Admittedly, Mount Fuji is far less impressive when you can easily see it every day. Still, he supposes it's a pretty nice view, especially since it didn't require any sort of special plans. Plus the environment is just nice anyway. He almost wants to sigh deeply and close his eyes. It could be comfortable, like this. And yet… there's a certain kind of weirdness still.

It's honestly like Nagisa's in two completely different minds over everything. Such as talking about his feelings. He feels like he's convinced himself the idea of dating wouldn't be that crazy. But, it still just feels odd. A part of him wants Karma to act more like this is the lesson it's supposed to be, than whatever this is.

"Are you done?" He asks. "There's a few more things we have to do."

Nagisa finds himself nodding, almost dazed as Karma takes his hand again. Except, rather than taking him onto another train, they end up walking towards Yoyogi Park. It makes Nagisa flush naturally, a little, at the memory of what happened the last time they were there together. Karma doesn't look like he's going to kiss him, though. If anything, this is the longest they've gone without kissing in a while.

Eventually, the greenery of the park fades into skyscrapers, and they're in the middle of Shibuya. It's already turned to late afternoon at this point, and it's alive with activity. More so than he had before, Nagisa starts to feel just a little bit self-conscious. As much as he likes the feeling too, he can't help but feel like people are looking at them. It makes him feel almost defensive, in a strange way. Like he wants to shout 'it's not what you think'.

If he has a problem with that, how can he even be considering a relationship? An important part of that is feeling comfortable with them, isn't it? It's not like it's odd for people to be looking at Karma. But he's tall, and super attractive, so Nagisa can't exactly blame them. Him? He's short and basic looking, definitely not eye catching. Usually when he's around Karma, he's used to it, but publicly holding hands with him adds a whole new layer of context.

They don't look natural together. Surely that's the question on everyone's mind. Why's someone like that settling for someone so plain? A relationship is different from sex. Not that he would, but Nagisa understands that realistically, you could probably sleep with anyone. But couple things… that involves photos, going to events together, being seen all the time. He's not sure if Karma's shallow like that, though he's inclined to think he isn't, but…

Nagisa ends up staring more at his shoes.

At least, for a while. "Wait, we're at the station? You just wanted to walk around?"

"Well," he says, "walking around is usually a good dating method. But nah, we're going up there," he points.

Nagisa's eyes follow him, right to the skyscraper besides the station. "Oh."

"Come on," he says, "or else we'll be late for our slot."

It's only after they've taken the elevator to the top floor that Nagisa understands. There's a short queue, but they go right past them, and then with the worker's okay they're suddenly on the rooftop. They're not the only ones there by any means, but most people seem to be in some kind of a couple. The rooftop itself isn't that impressive, but the view is.

As was probably the intention, the sun is just starting to set over the view of the entire city. It's a little disconcerting though, considering all the barriers just appear to be glass. Even though he knows parkour, there's a limit to that. Despite that, he's a little transfixed by the view, stepping over towards one of the corners, where the view was pretty much unobstructed.

"Cool, isn't it?" Karma says from behind him.

Nagisa just nods for a moment. "It makes me feel really small."

"Bet you can see Kunugigaoka from here," he says.

"I don't know," he squints. "Maybe."

He hums. "I guess you could've when they put those barriers up and fired the laser."

Nagisa feels his insides twist. "I guess we were kind of busy. But that would have been weird to see."

"I kind of wish that day hadn't been so depressing," he admits. "It was the first time everyone really worked together."

He smiles at the odd memory. Well, the day Korosensei died hadn't been too long after his fight with Karma. It was only after that they were really capable of proper teamwork. Weirdly enough, he finds himself agreeing with the idea. Maybe it's a little weird, but it's kind of sad to him that he and Karma only had a few chances to fight together, when doing that had given him a rush like nothing else.

They always have made a good team, Nagisa realises, as he looks over his shoulder.

Karma tilts his head. "Huh? What's that look?"

The golden colour of the sun is illuminating his form perfectly from this angle. Nagisa doesn't even want to answer him. He just wants to stare. Now would be a great time to just come clean with everything he's feeling. He can even ignore the fear and whispers of doubt from down below his surface. And yet, as much as Nagisa wants to, the words just won't form in his mouth.

"I like it here," he says instead.

Karma looks amused, though also a little bit confused. Nagisa finds himself turning around again. Why do things have to be so hard?

At that moment, Karma chooses to lurch forward and hug him from behind.

"W-what-"

"I'm appreciating the view," he says innocently. "It's much better from your height."

"There's lots of people here…"

Karma just laughs a little. "It's not like I'm dry humping you."

His face goes red. "You better not!"

Surprisingly, though, Karma still holds onto him. It's almost like he actually wants to do it, rather than trying to annoy him. Unfortunately enough for him, Nagisa finds himself practically melting into it. It's almost annoying, how comfortable he feels like this, and how quickly he forgets about anyone else who could be there. As long as Karma keeps holding him like this.

The sunset, and then the following twilight, don't last forever though.

"We have one last place to go," Karma says eventually, unwinding his arms from his waist. "C'mon, it's the best one."

Dinner? Nagisa goes without question, of course, but he's even more curious. There's thousands of potential dinner options. He supposes, so far, none of this has been 'sophisticated' exactly. It's actually something he's thankful for. Though, a voice in the back of his head reminds him this is supposed to be a lesson after all, so maybe he should be exposed to those kinds of places. Given the time, it probably makes more sense that this is the last thing…

The train they get on seems to last a while, though. At least, a lot longer than all the hopping on and off they did earlier. His heart's beating even harder now. Is this a problem for him? Maybe. It feels like it could be, honestly. Maybe dinner's a good place to do the whole feelings conversation. The worst thing that could happen is Karma running off and leaving him to pay or something.

It's about then that Nagisa realises they're actually heading towards Roppongi. Immediately, he starts to reconsider. Especially when they do actually get off at the next stop. He'd purposely dressed in a way that would be passable in most restaurants, but probably not here. At least Shibuya is populated by such a variety of people so that the general vibe is a lot more casual. Even breathing the air in Roppongi makes him feel like his wallet's getting drained.

…Karma's really pulling out all the stops, isn't he?

Except, they don't actually walk towards that area of the district at all. Maybe somewhere more lowkey, then? But, as it becomes increasingly clear based on the looming size of it, they're actually walking towards Tokyo Tower. So no dinner? Nagisa's not sure if he's relieved, a little disappointed, or just confused. But, of course, he'll follow.

Nagisa looks up, once they're pretty much underneath the massive structure. "Didn't we just go to a viewing spot."

"Oh," he says, "we're not here for the view."

"Huh?"

He just steers him by placing his hand on the small of his back. "Ready to become the Pirate King?"

It's only when Nagisa sets his eyes upon a giant statue of Monkey D Luffy himself that he remembers Tokyo Tower also kind of doubles as some kind of One Piece… museum? Experience? Why did he ever even consider fancy dinner was on the cards? Of course he's with Karma, and of course Karma does about the opposite of what he expects at all times.

He doesn't protest when Karma gets them some admission tickets, though.

"What kind of date is this meant to be?"

"The dream date," Karma says cheerfully.

The thing is, Nagisa doesn't really like One Piece that much. By merit of existing, he knows enough about it, and he's seen bits and pieces. But he couldn't really quote the whole plot. Karma, though, genuinely looks pretty excited about this. Maybe he's just been looking for an excuse to come here. It's nice seeing him like this.

They're ushered into a room, and before he can even gather his thoughts some sort of movie starts to play, kind of summarising the series. It only lasts about three minutes or so, but Nagisa finds himself actually paying pretty close attention. It's like several memories are being unlocked from his mind all at once.

He almost misses when it comes to an end, and suddenly they're in what seems to be the main room. At least, he thinks so, based on the aggressively loud volume of the anime's opening playing in the background. They're pretty much just surrounded by more life sized sculptures of the characters, sitting around the table and having a feast.

"It's kind of like an art gallery," Karma says.

"In what world?"

He just ignores him though, standing in front of the table scene. "Who's the hottest?"

"Excuse me?"

"Come on," Karma half whines. "It's not a hard question. Everyone has a favourite character."

Nagisa hasn't had a conversation like this since he was maybe twelve years old. And back then, he avoided answering to any extent that he could. If it was bullied out of him, he probably would have said something like Nami since it seemed like a safe option. Right there, though, he struggles to look the orange haired figurine of the girl in the eye.

"It's definitely Franky for me," Karma says, going over to the mountainous statue which looks like a bodybuilder in some kind of extreme mode.

That takes him back a little. "Really?"

"Kind of used to be my type," he says, and from his tone it seems like he's being serious.

"Used to?"

Karma shrugs. "I had a phase. Y'know. Tall, muscles."

So basically the opposite of Nagisa? He feels a little self conscious. Though, Karma did just say it was a phase from the past… He supposes your 'type' isn't exactly a constant thing. Actually, it's a little weird to imagine Karma with someone like that though. It's really rare that he's not the tallest or most muscular in the room at any given time as it is. Finding anyone who looked more extreme than that?

"Okay," Karma says lightly, "I think all the main stuff is on the second floor."

It turns out that there are several areas dedicated to the characters, including a casino and haunted house. They decide to go on some sort of walk around tour first, though, which is like the first floor but a little more tightly themed. Even if Nagisa's a little lost with all of this, it's fun to watch Karma look genuinely pretty happy about all of this.

"Hey Nagisa," he points, "when's the last time you did kendo?"

There's a huge collection of swords hanging on the wall, and some kind of Zoro related attraction that he's suddenly being pulled towards. Of course, Karma should know that with his mother, Nagisa never got close to martial arts when he was younger, and definitely not ones that involve swords. But, well, even if he doesn't know how to fight with a katana, he must have some kind of transferable skills.

It's an individual game, but there's a score system. Just a look between the two of them sets it up very clearly. This is going to be a competition.

Nagisa takes his stance in front of the screen a little nervously, and he's handed the sword. It's probably a lot lighter than a real one. It's a little like a Nintendo game, where he has to slash in the direction of enemies who appear on screen. He's concentrating, though, and tries to react as quickly as he can. Even though his day job doesn't involve this kind of thing, even in the name of self defence, a lot of this is ingrained into his muscle memory.

He actual feels a little worn out after the round, panting to catch his breath a little. The worker congratulates him, but he's way more interested in what Karma's going to do. He watches him curiously as he takes his place, and swallows hard. Unfortunately, Karma looks really good holding a sword like that. He wonders what he'd look like in cosplay. He moves fluidly, too, demonstrating that his skills haven't rusted either. It really is a near perfect sight.

But then his score flashes up on screen.

"Wait, I won?!"

Karma just sighs dramatically. "Stop pretending you weren't the number one assassin."

He flushes. "You were always better at actual fighting though."

"I seem to remember you beat me up pretty good."

"T-that was-"

Karma's eyes glint though, having caught sight of something. "Rematch?"

The rematch turns out to be a shooting gallery game, except it requires the use of a slingshot. Considering Nagisa's only been trained in actual firearms, it's a pretty obvious loss. He can't quite get the hang of the forces and angles needed to hit the targets properly. As expected, Karma looks far too well practised at this, and manages to knock them all down with a shot each. It's not that he had to redeem his skill at all, but he definitely did.

Once again, this date becomes clear in its safe territory. They walk around some, touring the exhibits and chatting. Karma spends a near crazy amount of time explaining certain plot points, although he tries to defend that he's really not caught up with the story. Admittedly, it is pretty interesting, and he definitely sees the appeal of a place like this.

"I'm kind of beat," Karma admits eventually. "Ready for some food?"

Fancy restaurant time?

"Yeah, I'm kind of hungry."

As it turns out though, the One Piece place has its own themed restaurant. It's not quite what Nagisa had in mind for a meal date, honestly. It's late enough that a lot of people are just eating in peace at least, but the atmosphere doesn't exactly scream romance automatically. Or maybe it does to a certain crowd, but Nagisa's never been much of a manga reader.

He likes it a lot more than any super fancy restaurant though, or at least he decides that pretty instantly as they sit down at the table across from each other. He wouldn't know how to act at a place like that, but here it's just him and Karma. Though, it kind of throws a loop through the whole idea of an epic confession. He's not sure he wants pirates to be involved in that memory.

"So," Nagisa says after they've placed their drink orders, "this is a dinner date?"

"It's a way more interesting one than anywhere else," he defends.

Nagisa nods. "I-I don't know what I expected, but it makes sense somehow. I can't really imagine you taking someone to one of those really fancy places."

"When it's just a hook up kind of thing," he says, "I guess the whole romantic memory thing isn't too important."

"Please tell me you haven't taken someone here trying to hook up with them."

He laughs. "You're the first, don't worry about that."

Wow, what an honour. Except, actually, it kind of is. Most people, at least from what he can tell, don't know too much about Karma's nerdy side. It's the only reason Karma even spoke to Nagisa in the first place, though, and it had completely changed his idea of him back in junior high. He loves the sparkle in his eyes, and the relaxed shifts in his face whenever he gets the chance to indulge in his interests like this. It's cute. Nagisa's heart begins to ache.

"-Although," Karma continues, "there might have been a couple of McDonald's in the past."

"As a first date?"

Karma sighs. "I don't do dating."

Huh.

"What do you mean?"

He seems pretty nonchalant about it, when their One Piece themed beers arrive and he takes a sip. "I mean, they're all pretty much 'first dates', if they even happen. I'm not into the relationship thing."

"N-not with anybody?"

Karma shrugs again. "You'd know about it if I'd ever dated someone, right?"

Nagisa shakes his head, his thoughts spilling out before he can stop them. "B-but you did though! You spent almost a whole year of university way too busy to hang out with me because you were always with that exchange student guy."

He almost seems to wince. "We weren't a couple. Just hooking up for a while."

"But you seemed really-"

"Nagisa-"

"Right," he looks down at the table. "I didn't mean to ramble."

"It was what it was," his mood seems to have changed a lot. "Like I said, I had a type. You know how hard it is to find anyone taller than me in Japan? Sergei was there. It was a thing. He went back to Russia. That's all. The whole boyfriend and feelings thing isn't for me."

Except, Nagisa really thinks that's not all at all. Of course, at the time he hadn't made much attention to Karma's love life at all, but there's parts he remembers vividly. He never actually met the guy himself, but it had felt like Karma would bring it up in every text conversation, would blow him off all the time because he was all of a sudden 'busy'. And the few times they did see each other, again it was 'Sergei this' and 'Sergei that'. Come to think of it, he couldn't remember a time when they actually broke up. Just that Karma eventually stopped mentioning him and started hanging out with him more again.

And what does he mean by he doesn't do relationships? Like, ever? Even if he wasn't actually dating that guy, it had still seemed close to a relationship. Something pretty bad must have happened. From the way Karma's speaking, at least, Nagisa feels like he can tell that. It's clearly not something he wants to talk about, considering the way he's just playing it off. Did he get hurt or something?

He can't tell Karma how he feels.

That hits him like a ton of bricks. If a relationship is off the cards, then it'll only mess things up. The feelings thing isn't for me. Except Nagisa's already full of feelings. He likes Karma a lot, more than he's ever liked anyone. The way Karma treats him, that doesn't mean anything. It's just his head, isn't it? Convincing him that Karma likes him back because that's what he wants to think. But it's never going to happen.

So then what? They just keep sleeping together as 'friends'? Unless Karma just decides he has enough knowledge and graduates him at some point. They can be friends who have sex.

Except, Nagisa's not sure he can.

So far this has been a slippery slope. He doesn't even look at Karma the same way he used to, and it just gets worse and worse. He's always going to want more. So then the healthiest thing would be to cut all of this off, wouldn't it? If he can't cope with just being friends with benefits forever. But can they even just go back to being friends? Surely they're beyond that point by now.

Torture himself until his heart breaks? Lose Karma entirely?

The delivery of their food supplies some much needed relief. Like everything else in the place, it's very deliberately One Piece themed. He ordered the omurice, and it comes in the shape of a straw hat, the red represented by ketchup. Maybe it's far from sophisticated, and maybe he doesn't really care about the show it's representing, but at least it's a filling dish. It feels like he can't really taste anything though.

"Woah," Karma says, apparently over the more serious topic already. "It's so good."

Nagisa nods, forcing a smile onto his face.

He needs to end this. It's the only good option here. It's not right for him to just let this continue, for either of them. Karma shouldn't be stuck with him out of some kind of obligation when he clearly doesn't want that. And Nagisa shouldn't keep coming to him, begging for scraps of affection wherever he can get it. Sleeping with him is only making things worse. Maybe if he gets out now, there's still a chance they could have some kind of regular friendship. So he'll end it.

It feels like a punch to the gut. Almost like he wants to lock himself away and cry. But he can't. If this is his last chance to feel like this, like there's something special here, like he's important – he'll take it. Tomorrow, he can just be another notch on Karma's bedpost. Just a friend he helped out for a period of time. But right now, if this is the last time he gets to feel this, he'll take it. He can give himself that, right? Otherwise he might forget this feeling.

He's enjoying the rest of this date thing, whether he wants to or not.

"Are you being quiet because it tastes good or?"

Nagisa finishes his current bite. "Yeah, s-sorry. I guess it's distracting."

"You've always had simple tastes though," he says. "I'll make you some of this, next time you come over."

He forces himself to swallow. "Yeah. I'm sure you'll make it even better."

"I got top grades in Home Ec, you know."

He deadpans. "You got top grades in everything."

"Yeah," he says, "but this has nothing to do with being smart."

"You're pretty resourceful though."

Karma leans back in the chair. "True."

Just this one night, he tries to remind himself. "You haven't really shown me those yet, your date resources. At least not the, uh," he feels himself flush a little, "leading on parts…"

He grins, learning on the table with his elbows. "Huh? You want my expertise? Well, the important thing is to make sure the situation is relaxed. That usually happens after a meal."

Nagisa nods, pushing his mostly clear plate away for effect. "Okay."

"You can do a surprising amount with food, you know? There's lots of words with double meanings, and you can be just about subtle enough. The idea is to get the subject on their mind."

He almost feels like he should be taking notes. "Right, flirting."

"Exactly!" He says. "There's also little things you can do, like this," he knocks his leg against Nagisa's, "or this," he leans forward, miming that he's removing some food from the side of Nagisa's mouth.

"All of those things mean sex?"

"It's like a combo move. But it's tricky, you also have to pay attention to their reaction every step of the way, know how to balance the push and pull." He looks at Nagisa seriously then. "You're finished with the food? We can stay here and get another drink or something, or call it a night."

"Let's stay," Nagisa says maybe a little too quickly.

It's bad, but he wants to prolong this as much as he can. Soak in the entire experience before he has to turn it away. He feels a pit open within himself. Is this using him? It feels like it. But Nagisa can't speak up and make himself stop it. It's like standing there transfixed at the sight of a car crash. He knows he shouldn't look, but it's just human nature…

The topic drifts away from anything flirty, once they order another round of heavily overpriced beers. At the very least, Nagisa makes sure he's mostly just taking occasional sips rather than drinking it properly. He doesn't actually want to end up intoxicated at all. A buzz, however, would probably be nice.

Unfortunately, there's a limit to how much they can sit around and have inconsequential conversations after a whole day together.

"You really took me on an entire loop of Tokyo," Nagisa says as they walk leisurely to the closest metro station.

Karma shrugs. "I told you the order would make sense."

The exhaustion manages to hit him almost exactly as the train rolls into the station. It's so bad, in fact, that he barely even comprehends the fact that Karma's still standing there with him. It's just so tempting to lean on him. He almost does it, even, but the jolt of the carriage as they go round a curve

"Why are you here?" Nagisa says, dazingly, when they get off at his stop a depressing amount of time later.

Karma just chuckles. "Walking your date home is part of it."

"Oh."

"Plus," he shifts an eye down at him, "since you're against love hotels apparently, you're not leaving many options."

His eyes widen. "R-right."

"Aw come on Nagisa," he wraps an arm around his shoulder and squeezes tight. "I'm not buying the coy act."

Nagisa purposely breaks away and speeds up his pace, but unfortunately for him Karma has double the leg reach. Now it's almost like they're actually racing. It's an odd feeling, though. Karma never really comes to his place. Considering it's just a tiny studio even he struggles to fit in, Karma's place is almost always the better option.

Once they reach his front door, he feels a certain amount of dread. Is it over already?

"This is important," Karma says, leaning against the door frame. "You need to know the code."

"Code?"

He clears his throat. "'So, do you want a drink?' Or, 'can I make you some tea?'."

"I-I might have some oolong-"

Karma looks amused. "The point is an excuse to invite them in. Or, you can always test the waters with a goodnight kiss first. Y'know, to test the waters."

Nagisa nods, but before he can respond, Karma's lips are on his. He's only stunned for a moment or two, before he inevitably melts against him. It's a sweet kiss, as opposed to suggestive. Nagisa wouldn't doubt it being a genuine goodnight, a nice send off to what was honestly a pretty great day, even if they did a lot.

The sweetness is almost fatal, though. That's why he finds himself pressing deeper, and Karma follows in kind, practically trapping him against the wall as Nagisa wraps around him. It's just about late enough that Nagisa's not that concerned about his neighbours seeing them. He'd almost go all the way out here like this, in his weird state of mind. Karma kissing him like this isn't making his thoughts any clearer either. What is clear, though, is he needs to breathe eventually.

"Do you want a drink?" He asks lowly.

Maybe he's a terrible person.

Karma's eyes gleam. "I am kind of thirsty."

He half expects Karma to continue what they were doing the moment he closes the door behind them, but he just takes his shoes off politely, wandering across the room as he stretches, as though he owns the place. It makes Nagisa feel a little more self conscious than he had previously, especially as his mind catches up with the current situation.

"So, did you have a good time?"

He blinks in surprise. So they're not making out now? "It's not like I have anything to compare it to," he says honestly, "but it felt… comprehensive." He smiles more to himself. "I enjoyed it."

Karma nods. "Good. It's an important skill."

Shifting awkwardly, Nagisa tries to figure out what to do next. "Do I actually have to give them a drink?"

"Not if you're making out at the time," he thinks. "But sure, it lightens the mood a bit."

He pauses for a moment. "I don't really know what I have, but…"

Karma peers over as he digs around. "Woah, your fridge is depressing."

"I-" he jumps forward, trying to see what he's looking at. "I usually just buy stuff on the day."

He squints. "That's no good for you."

"My cooking wouldn't be good for me," he says. "Anyway. Judging my food isn't part of this."

He picks a single bottled water out of the fridge. "It definitely is when I'm involved."

Nagisa shifts again. "I'm not sure-"

"You've got most of the way already now. So," he grins, "seduce me."

Maybe it's weird, but Nagisa's not even completely sure how to do that. Seducing Karma usually involves just going up to him and kissing him until Karma does something. But that's not exactly a technique, is it? Karma's too easy on him, honestly. Nagisa doesn't know how to actually seduce someone from scratch.

But maybe that's just what Karma likes.

He tries his best to gather his determination, clenching his fist as he walks closer, taking the bottle of water out of Karma's hand with a yank and setting it down on the floor. Karma just looks down at him, and there's something heavy there. Nagisa isn't entirely sure of his next move, though. It's not like they've done this here before.

Nagisa pushes against his chest as firmly as he can. Of course, Karma's a lot bigger and stronger than him, and could very easily resit if he wanted to. But he doesn't, or at least not much, letting himself go as Nagisa wants. What he actually wants isn't that clear, but it ends when Karma's path is blocked by the bed, and he ends up forced to sit down on it, Nagisa almost toppling down with him before he stops himself. Now Karma's looking up at him expectantly.

Isn't this the opposite of what he'd resolved to do?

Enjoy the rest of the 'date' and then end things, right? Except, there's something burning up in Nagisa that won't let him. This isn't healthy. But he tries so hard to reason. How can he ignore this feeling right now? Maybe if he knows this is going to be the last time, that'll be enough. He'll take some closure, and draw a line below this arrangement.

He ends up climbing onto the bed with his knees, straddling Karma's lap. There's not so much room on his small single bed, but it's not too different from a sofa. Karma's eyes are a little glazed over, and somehow that satisfies him a lot. Good. One arm wraps around Karma's shoulder, his hand finding the back of his head. The other… he ends up sliding against Karma's cheek, before going in for the kill.

Karma clutches against his back instantly, which causes him to shudder. Of course, he's gotten pretty used to kissing Karma recently, but it's never boring or mechanical. Always, he manages to get Nagisa's head to spin like a carousel. He could probably do anything to him like this, and Nagisa wouldn't even mind, nor remotely attempt to stop him.

He hasn't turned the heating on yet, he realises vaguely, as Karma's scalding fingers dig under his shirt, resting against his naturally colder skin. It causes him to shift his hips, all his blood rushing south. It's gentle, though, every aspect of his touch. Nagisa likes this side to him, though the other sides are good too. Despite this, though, he does end up instinctively hissing when Karma grips his waist just a little too hard.

Karma pulls back, looking at him. "This still hurts?"

Nagisa's just still and silent as he twists, lifting the shirt properly to get a better look. He's still bruised from the events of the week before. Most of his body has healed fine, but with how hard Karma had been holding onto him… there are still discernible finger marks there. Nagisa hadn't complained about them, though, since they're pretty easy to hide.

Karma's eyes are dark when he looks back up at him, and Nagisa feels himself burn, especially when he kisses him again even harder. He bites lightly against his lower lip, which forces a very light moan out of him. It's all Nagisa can do to tighten his grip around Karma's body, responding as he can. Though, there's a bit of satisfaction as he feels Karma gradually harden below him.

For whatever reason, Nagisa decides to take the plunge. It's a little awkward to coordinate his hands, and they have to break the kiss for a bit, but he manages to get Karma's upper layers off, tossing them… somewhere. That's a problem for later. Right now, he just wants to feel Karma's skin. Rather than kissing him again, he does just that, touching a hand to his chest.

It's odd, really, touching another person like this. If he really breaks it down. Having him under his hand… Nagisa's never been the one who's in control. But right there, he feels like he has some, in a strange way. And he's not even sure what to do with it.

Karma takes the opportunity to strip his shirt off him, too. Nagisa doesn't mind that in all. Actually, he figures it's just a good opportunity. He leans up on his knees as well as he can, unbuttoning his trousers. It'll be more awkward if he tries to do it later. Karma doesn't seem to mind the development at all, helping him slide them off. From the position, it's even harder to do the same with Karma, but they manage it with a bit of awkward shuffling, leaving both of them in their underwear.

Nagisa kisses him again, lowering himself in his lap. It's like he could spend an eternity like this. Karma kisses against his neck after a moment or two, his breaths so hot. He's almost tempted to just let his eyes fall closed and feel. There's also a part of him, though, who wants more than this already. Like he won't be satisfied until then.

Turning his head away, Karma takes a heavy breath. "Nagisa…"

"Hmm," Nagisa responds wordlessly.

Karma squeezes his shoulders, though. "You don't have stuff, do you?"

It takes him a second to realise what Karma actually means. Items usually required for sex. Nagisa doesn't own lube, if anything it's probably on the bottom of his list of 'items he wants to buy'. And he definitely doesn't have condoms. It's not like he hasn't thought about it. It's pretty unfair though, right? Shouldn't this kind of thing be equal provision? But Karma always seems to have a supply, so…

"R-right," Nagisa looks down.

But then Karma squints. "How do you not have lube?"

"I-I don't need it?"

"But," he mines what can only be the motion of jerking off, "you know."

This is not a conversation he wants to have. "I don't really need to do that," he turns his head, feeling a flush.

"Huh?" Then Karma gets a devious look on his face. "I'm already enough for you, is that right?"

"That's not-"

He bites likely on his shoulder. "You could've said."

Nagisa really wants him to shut up, burning in annoyance. Somehow, his limbs end up moving independently, and he's pushing Karma back again. This time, though, he ends up going back fully, just about thinking to twist so he's lying on Nagisa's bed properly. It's… quite a sight. Nagisa shifts himself too, getting a better position.

Being on top of Karma on his bed, he likes it a lot. Even though they can't really have sex, as it turns out. It's not like they're lacking in potential activities. And the way Karma's lying spread out… he pretty much has free choice. And there's a lot of choices. His fingers brush against his stomach briefly, before diving below the waistband of his underwear.

Funnily enough, Karma actually spreads his legs a little and arches his hips. He's not completely hard yet, but from the feel of things that won't take long. Somehow, Nagisa stops thinking so much, just pulling him out properly. This is pretty easy for him, given all their 'lessons', but it's still satisfying to hear that affirming hiss when Nagisa strokes his length.

He hasn't touched himself at all, but Nagisa feels burning in his own groin. It's bad enough, in fact, that he reaches for himself mostly out of instinct. Grinding the back of his palm over his crotch to supply at least some friction, Nagisa lets out his own sigh of relief. At the same time, his hand ends up speeding up some.

But then he looks at Karma properly again.

Sure, he can jerk him off normally. But Karma can handle that easy, and Nagisa enjoys the way his expression opens sometimes. He slows himself like that, concentrating on his grip instead. Honestly, it's just a little fascinating. Such as the way his lips fall open just a touch when he rubs a thumb over the head.

Anyone would be sensitive here, but Nagisa already knows his particular spots. Just a few twists and turns and… yes… He sees the way Karma's shifting around. Or, the way his hands move to clamp on Nagisa's own hips, attempting to tug down his underwear. Nagisa doesn't find a reason not to go with it, pulling them off himself.

With the slight changes in position, their both pretty much aligned. Nagisa doesn't really mean to, but he grinds his hips into Karma's automatically, his own eyes flickering shut. Sensationally there could be ways to make it better, but the context of the situation makes him feel so hot all over. He would be more than happy to just stay like this.

Karma grips his hips, fingers almost perfectly covering the bruises that are still there. Almost like it's his personalised guide. Even if he's not really riding him, it does feel like it like this, grinding together on top of him. It becomes clear, though, that this isn't really going to last that long. The point of this isn't to draw it out. It's just…

He lets out his own moan when Karma's hand moves, wrapping around both their erections. His hand feels nice, and surprisingly soft, but so hot. He's vaguely aware, though, that this is his apartment and he'll actually have to see his neighbours. There needs to be some kind of extra effort to restrain himself.

When he moves more, it seems Karma hasn't got the memo. Any other situation, and Nagisa would be joining him. The noises Karma lets out ring perfect in his ears. In fact, everything about him. Actually, it's a lot of fun being on top of him, a view Nagisa doesn't usually get to see. Sacrificing control makes him feel good, but being the one mostly in control…

"Karma," he lets out, trying his best not to make it feel like a sex noise. "Be quiet!"

Apparently he doesn't care much to listen, tossing his head back and grinding his hips up as he lets out even more noises. Is he getting close? Nagisa feels like he could be, too. Which means they're only going to get louder here. Out of natural feeling, his hips have sped up quite a bit. Enough that he can vaguely hear the bed shifting around too.

He reaches down, clapping a hand over Karma's mouth.

Once his hand is there, he freezes for a moment, and the two of them look at each other. Why did he do that? Why is he still doing it? There's only a confused, muffled sound from Karma. Huh. Nagisa kind of likes it actually. He nods, before shifting his hips again, and Karma's eyes roll back. He can feel his mouth move under his hand as more muffled noises come.

Of course, it really doesn't take them long to finish like that. Nagisa bites down on his lip hard when it happens, actually a little bit after Karma for once, just about remembering to remove his hand before he collapses down on top of him, practically lying on his chest. There's not really the space for them to be side by side like this.

"Yeah okay," Karma says as he tries to catch his breath. "I feel pretty seduced."

Nagisa feels himself go red. "I- Sorry!"

He laughs, and Nagisa really likes the feeling of his chest moving. "What for?"

"I shouldn't have just-"

Karma waves him off. "I liked it, don't panic. I'd probably like anything you do to me."

Famous last words.

When Nagisa doesn't reply to that, they both lie there in near silence, just the sounds of their breathing. It's his home, but Nagisa probably has less control here. When he's at Karma's, he can leave whenever he feels like it. But he lives here. Unless he actually kicks Karma out (which he wouldn't!), when this 'ends' isn't really up to him.

"So," Karma swallows eventually. "Good date ending?"

Nagisa twists a little. "What happens now?"

"Hmm, well, usually you offer some water, suggest we get cleaned up. Unless you like feeling crusty-"

He can't just jump off his bed easily like this, but he rolls over him really awkwardly, stumbling to his feet. "U-uhm! I-I mean, I have a shower so…"

Karma jumps to his feet. "Let's go!"

That's really not what he meant. He doesn't complain when they do this usually, because he needs Karma to hold him up sometimes. But he's completely fine like this. He feels awkward about saying no, though, so he just nods and goes along with it. There's not really too much room for them both, but he manages to get the water on.

They don't draw it out too long, at least, simply washing their bodies clean. Admittedly, Nagisa already feels better. Clarity comes back to his mind, too. Wasn't he supposed to end this? But how can he? He doesn't want to. He wants-

Karma shuts the water off. "Are you out of it or something?"

Nagisa just looks at the floor. "I-I only have one towel."

Not responding to that, Karma steps out and grabs it before Nagisa even gets the chance. It's actually quite funny, how small it looks in his hands. He does dry himself with it rapidly, though, before tossing it in Nagisa's direction and walking off completely naked. Like he's purposely trying to show off his ass or something.

By the time Nagisa's wrapped the towel around his own waist, Karma has his clothes half on. "It's not even that late, I figured you'd rather I at least try and make the last train, right?"

A little dumbfounded, Nagisa nods.

Karma swallows, before straightening out his shirt and putting his coat on. He pauses for a moment, before suddenly he's in Nagisa's space, and bends down to give him what's basically a peck on the lips. "I'll see you next week."

"Okay."