Hi everyone it's Pandora :) For her birthday this year Holly asked for her annual Assassination Classroom fic with Nagisa as a merperson who Karma meets and this is what I wrote her. Ngl, I'm stupidly happy and proud with how this came out and she loved it too so I hope you all feel the same way!


The sea under the boat is choppy and grey, churning with the high, chill wind that cuts through the crew's outer and inner clothes both. Clouds scud across the sky, just as grey and dreary as the rest of the landscape, threatening rain; everyone on deck works to complete their tasks faster, winching in the heavy net to bring in their haul, in the hope they might be able to get back to land and their warm, dry homes sooner.

"Does it feel heavier to you?" Okajima asks over the wail of the wind, his teeth gritted as he pulls harder on his winch handle.

"Shut the fuck up and keep pulling!" Terasaka shoots back, knuckles white on his own winch handle as he fights to pull the net in.

"I'm just saying!" grumbles Okajima.

"Well fucking don't!"

The two of them keep going at the port bow, aided by Muramatsu and Yoshida on the starboard side—once the net has been pulled in sufficiently, Mimura at the stern of the boat starts the pulley to bring the net on deck. The mechanism whirs and clunks, the boat dipping lower in the water as the immense hook rises out of the water, followed by the net, fat with wriggling, struggling fish. Salt spray whips off the contents of the net, catching the crew's faces with frigid drizzle.

"It's swaying more than usual," observes Muramatsu.

"Nah it's always like that," says Okajima, folding his arms and glaring at the net as the pulley carries it over the shallow container at the centre of the deck.

The smell hits them—salt and fish and seaweed—as the net opens to empty its contents into the container. As the fish fall, another shape emerges from the silvery mass: paler and then a bright, reflective, azure blue.

"What the fuck?!"

Terasaka's shout is lost in the wind and the collective sounds of surprise as the crew's eyes fall upon a figure, sitting up out of the thrash of fish. At first he appears to be a naked young man, his long hair also bright blue and wet, stuck to his forehead and shoulders—but how could someone be out here in the sea for so long, only to be rescued by a fishing vessel? As the crew's eyes adjust to the sight however, they see the young man's skin give way to turquoise blue scales and a long fish's tail.

"It's..." Yoshida begins, his breath caught in his throat.

"A merperson!" Muramatsu and Mimura exclaim together.

The merman looks around at them all, his eyes darting about the boat and past them to the open water. Around him, the fish from the net flop around, forgotten by the crew as they gaze at the creature. The sound of a creaky door slamming open serves to break them all from their collective stupor.

"Why are you all standing around?" demands Karma, his red hair a vivid streak under his woollen hat. As he draws closer to the group and sees the merman sitting among the haul, he stops short, staring at the sight with wide eyes. "Holy shit."

"What should we do with it?" Yoshida asks.

"We'd make a killing on the black market," says Muramatsu.

"Or at a zoo," adds Mimura.

The merman's brows lower over his eyes, as blue as his hair and tail, and he shivers a little in the continuing wind. Okajima steps closer, peering at him.

"Do you think it can understand us?" he asks.

"Yes he can," snaps the merman, glaring down at Okajima, who jumps and steps back again. The merman crosses his arms over his chest, looking around at them all. "Put me back!"

"Why should we?" asks Terasaka, his broad shoulders squaring. "Who's going to believe me if I say I've seen you? And I could make far more money selling you than by throwing you back."

"What do you mean you could make money?" demands Muramatsu. "I thought of the black market!"

"Well I pulled the net up!" says Mimura.

"You pressed the pulley button," says Yoshida. "You didn't do any real hauling!"

As the others descend into bickering, the merman looks out to the sea again, clearly judging the distance between the container he sits upon and the edge of the boat. Karma glowers.

"Oi!" he shouts, snapping the others out of their argument. They all turn to look at him. "Whose boat are we on?"

The others stand in silence for a long moment before Yoshida says, "Yours."

"That's right," Karma says. "And, if you'll recall correctly, I'm employing you bunch of numbnuts, and that means that I get the catch and give you your cut after I sell it. Therefore, as part of the catch, the merman is mine. Understood?"

"What are you going to do with it though?" Okajima asks.

"None of your fucking business," Karma snaps, his eyes flashing dangerously. He steps forward, picking up the merman and lifting him from among the fish. "Now I want you all to get this lot sorted and counted while I get us back to shore." When the rest of the crew stand staring at him, no one moving or speaking, he adds, "Now!"


The journey back to shore feels far longer than usual. After his 'conversation' with the crew, Karma took the merman into the cabin with him and wrapped him in a slightly threadbare blanket from under his bunk. Despite the choppy waters, the merman seems content enough to remain on the bunk, wrapping himself tighter in the blanket as his body dries and his tail turns to a pair of pale legs. Karma goes through the motions of steering the boat, checking the engine thrust and occasionally looking in the mirror in the top corner to see the others sullenly dealing with the fish on the deck. Those idiots...

As they pull into harbour, Terasaka and Yoshida secure the boat, winding the docking lines around the cleats and tying them off while the other three arrange the fenders and ready the haul to take ashore. Karma leaves the merman in the cabin, locking the door behind him to keep the others from sneaking in, and together the whole crew goes to find Takebayashi at his store to sell him the fish. When Takebayashi comments on the slightly smaller than usual weight of the haul, Karma shoots a glare at the others before they can breathe a word and says his net needs some mending.

The crew leaves the shop and Karma gives them their various cuts of the money made from the fish, throwing in a little extra for each of them.

"Not a fucking word to anyone," he tells them. "If I hear of a single one of you blabbing about today I promise you'll all regret it."

A brief rebellious look passes around the group but Karma shoots it down with a fresh poisonous glower and the others slink away, stuffing their cash into their coats. With his own reduced profit tucked away in an inside pocket, Karma heads back to the harbour.

The merman is still in the cabin on the boat: he glares at Karma when he opens the door, still wrapped in the blanket on the bunk. From a closet Karma finds a spare pair of boots and leaves them at the merman's feet. He gathers his things, slinging his pack over his back before turning to him.

"Let's go."

"Where?" asks the merman, unmoving but for the little shiver that goes through him. Karma can't blame him—it's still winter and he looks too slender to keep himself warm—but he has nothing else to offer him. The merman's brows furrow suspiciously as Karma puts down his pack and shrugs off his coat, holding it out to him. When he doesn't take it Karma shakes it a little.

"Put it on," he says. "You'll be warmer and we need to walk a little way."

"Where are we going?" the merman asks again.

Karma sighs. "We're going to my place, it'll be warmer there."

After a long moment where he continues to glance between Karma's face and his hand, the merman takes the coat and gets up, pulling it on.

"Sorry about the smell," Karma says, watching the merman slip his small feet into the boots. When he attempts to step forward in them, Karma puts a hand on his chest to stop him. "One second..."

He bends down, tying the boots tightly so they won't slide off and then straightening to pull the hood of the coat up over the merman's bright blue hair, and soon they set off. Dusk is closing in, the village lit only by lamps on people's front porches, and no one pays either of them any mind. The merman offers no conversation, simply following Karma in silence until they reach a cabin at the very end of the road, removed from the rest of the village by an outcropping of rock and cliff. The high wind has left a puddle of salt water across the path but Karma stomps through it, leading the way up the steps to the cabin and unlocking the door.

"Come in," he tells the merman, waiting until he's indoors before closing and locking the door behind them.

Karma lights a lamp, illuminating the interior of the cabin: his bed in one corner behind a limp curtain, a busy kitchen counter and small table covered in maps and books. As he moves about, clearing space on a short sofa in another corner and putting a kettle of water on the stove, the merman watches him silently, pulling down the hood of Karma's coat. From a chest at the end of his bed, Karma retrieves a shirt and pair of trousers, bringing them to the merman.

"You can put these on if you like," he says.

The merman looks between the clothes and Karma's face, his brows furrowed. "Why did you bring me here?" he asks. "Are you keeping me here before you sell me to someone?"

"What? No," says Karma. "Why would I sell you?"

"That's what your friends were going to do." The merman's expression is accusatory. "Then you called dibs on me. I assumed you wanted the profits for yourself."

Karma shakes his head. "I never said that. Those other guys—they're idiots. Merfolk have been hunted to near extinction and they want to contribute to it just to make a bit of money and leave this place. Call me sentimental but I don't want to do that."

"Oh..." The merman blinks, clearly mulling Karma's words over. "So... I'm... safe?"

"Well I'm not going to tell anyone you're here and the others are sworn to secrecy," says Karma. "Your wrist is hurt right?"

"I... yes, how did you...?"

"You were holding it funny before," shrugs Karma.

The merman's cheeks flush slightly. "Yeah I hurt it, it's why I couldn't escape your net."

"I'm sorry about that," says Karma, "but you can stay here while it heals—if you want to of course. I can take you back out to sea again as soon as you want."

Silence falls between them, broken only by the wind groaning outside and making the window over the kitchen sink shudder in its frame. Finally, the merman reaches out and takes the clothes from Karma. "Thank you."

"I'm Karma by the way," adds Karma, going to the kettle which has begun to shriek. He takes it off the stove and starts pouring rice into a pot. "You got a name I can call you?"

With a thoughtful look, the merman says, "I'm... the best way you can say it as a human is Nagisa."

Karma nods. "Nagisa it is then. Do you want me to bind up that wrist for you?"


Karma makes them fried fish and rice for dinner, heartened when he watches Nagisa devour it: clearly he's been hungry. Did his wrist injury make it harder for him to hunt for his own food? If so he'll make sure to feed him plenty before he returns to the sea.

"Do you live here alone?" Nagisa asks when Karma is washing their bowls out at the sink.

Karma nods. "Came here to live with my grandpa after my parents decided to move away. This was his cabin, now it's mine." He finishes with the bowls and leaves them to the side to dry, turning to look at Nagisa as he dries his hands. "Were you far from home where we found you?"

"A little..." Nagisa looks down at the wood of the table, unexpectedly sheepish.

"Were you not supposed to be there?" guesses Karma.

"I... I was leaving home," says Nagisa.

"Oh, like... you didn't want to be there?"

"I couldn't stay with my mother anymore." He holds his hurt wrist to his chest, his cheeks colouring.

"Did she hurt you?" asks Karma, his brows lowering over his tawny eyes.

Nagisa looks askance, pressing his lips together, and Karma understands.

"You can have the bed," he says instead, nodding to the corner where it stands. "I'll sleep on the sofa."

"But..." Nagisa gives him a puzzled frown. "Won't you be uncomfortable?"

Karma shrugs. "I've slept on it plenty before." It's not untrue—though it was when he was a kid and a good deal smaller. "And I sleep on the boat plenty so I'm used to being uncomfortable."

"Okay, if you're sure." Nagisa's lips turn up a little at the corners—it's not a smile but seems to be an attempt towards one. "Thank you."


When the two of them turn in for the night, however, Karma doesn't spend long on the sofa. The dreary grey day gives way to high winds and rolling thunder, and the cabin creaks in the force of the storm, rain driving against the windows. Karma sits up on the sofa to look out of the window, checking the section of drain he had to fix last week to see how it's holding up, when he hears a little voice out of the darkness.

"Karma?"

He looks round to see Nagisa's dim silhouette peering out from behind the curtain around the bed.

"You okay?" he asks.

"I..." Without being able to see Nagisa's face Karma can only guess at his expression, but his shadow looks small and nervous. "I can't sleep."

"Storm keeping you up?" Karma asks.

"Yes..." Nagisa pauses, seeming to shake as a wilder gust of wind rattles the windows in their frames. "Can I... Could you..."

Karma's heart gives a strange little twinge. "Want me to come in with you?"

There's a pause in the darkness but then Nagisa says, "If... if that's okay?"

"Sure."

Karma gives the drain one last look—it should be okay for now—before getting up from the sofa and bringing the spare cushion he has for a pillow with him to the bed, climbing in beside Nagisa.

"Thank you," Nagisa says softly, his voice almost lost under the groan of the storm.

"No problem," says Karma—what else can he say? "Don't suppose storms are the same under the sea."

In the darkness, Karma hears Nagisa shake his head. "It's easier to hide from them by swimming down. The wind can't get that far."

"That makes sense."

"Does the storm not scare you?" Nagisa asks.

Karma shakes his head. "Not really anymore. Now it's just knowing I'll need to repair things in the morning when the storm's passed."

"But it used to?"

"Yeah, when I was a kid and I first came here to live with my grandpa I used to be scared," admits Karma. "It was never like this when I lived with my parents—they didn't live on the coast."

"What did you do to make yourself less scared?" asks Nagisa.

"Not a lot," says Karma. "It was mostly my grandpa who helped. He used to let me come in here with him to sleep and I'd..." He trails off a little, the memory surprisingly tender even now. "He used to let me put my head on his chest to listen to his heartbeat and it made it easier to sleep."

"That sounds nice." Nagisa doesn't say anything more for a moment but then they hear another crash of thunder and he jumps. "Sorry, I'm..."

Karma reaches out to him, gently touching his shoulder. He expects Nagisa to pull away from him, as much as the bed will allow him to, but instead Nagisa draws closer, into the offered embrace. Karma's arm wraps around his shoulders and Nagisa's head finds its way onto his chest, his cheek resting comfortably there. He's warmer than Karma was expecting—though what he expected he isn't sure—and his arm wraps automatically around Karma's waist.

"Thank you," Nagisa says again, his voice more relaxed now. For a long moment, the two stay in silence, listening to the sound of the storm outside, before Nagisa says, "I saw your books."

"My books?" asks Karma.

"Up there," Nagisa's head tips to one side, clearly gesturing to the crowded shelf above the bed. "All the books about merfolk."

"Oh..." Karma grimaces in the dark. "Yeah, they were my grandpa's, I used to read them a lot when I was a kid." He remembers when he first came here and felt so lost: his grandfather used to give him the books to read, let him pore over the words again and again. Though the books were clear—merfolk were hunted to extinction by humans centuries ago and were no longer to be found anywhere in the world—Karma's grandfather always said they were wrong. "He said he saw a mermaid once when he was out on the boat."

"He did?"

"Well, I don't know if he did," says Karma quickly. "He might have been talking shit and just saw a... dolphin or something maybe, but he was so sure you couldn't all have vanished."

"And you?" asks Nagisa.

"I..." Karma grasps for the words in the darkness. "I wanted him to be right."

He feels Nagisa's lips pull into a small smile through his nightshirt. "How do you feel knowing he is?"

"It's incredible," says Karma. If his grandfather were around to hear about this he knows he'd be astonished. "I never thought I'd see one of you in real life."

"You must have questions," Nagisa says.

"I might," says Karma, shrugging a little.

"Well your heart just started beating really fast," observes Nagisa, "so I think you do." He runs one hand over Karma's chest. "You can ask me anything you like."

"You're sure?" Karma asks.

Nagisa nods. "I am—what do you want to know?"


Karma finds that he adjusts to Nagisa's presence in his cabin unexpectedly quickly. After only a couple of days he finds the warm form beside him in the bed a comfort rather than a surprise—and despite the fact that the storm passes the morning after Nagisa's arrival neither of them mentions Karma sleeping on the sofa again.

The two of them settle into something of a rhythm: now that he's been out on the boat once this week, Karma doesn't need to go out again, and instead he spends his time sitting out on his porch mending his net. Nagisa usually sits beside him, answering any questions he has about merfolk or life under the sea. Every new thing Karma learns gives him more questions to ask, more things to think about. Nagisa tells him about how, before he left, he lived with his mother in an underwater cave; it had an air pocket higher up inside it, where Nagisa used to go when he wanted some time to himself. Usually he'd hunt for food in the kelp forest at the sea floor, snatching fish from between the plants. Underwater, he speaks in strange vibrations and clicks: though he tries to demonstrate for Karma, without the water to travel through the sounds die in the air. He's been to land a few times, never staying long but enough to learn how to speak with humans and get by as necessary.

Karma makes sure to feed Nagisa plenty while he stays with him and slowly Nagisa's small frame begins to fill out a little. With him helping Karma to carry around rolled up nets and buckets of fishing supplies, he starts to grow stronger too, and his wrist slowly heals. After a week, Karma takes off the bandage.

"You think you'll be alright now?" Karma asks, gently running his thumb over Nagisa's wrist.

Nagisa nods. "I think so, it feels okay." He flexes his fingers, his fingertips running over the inside of Karma's wrist with the action.

Karma looks up, his eyes meeting Nagisa's wide blue ones. For a long moment, the two of them stay still, gazing at one another. Time seems to slow down around them sitting on Karma's porch, everything else fading away... Until a seagull lands on the roof of the cabin and shrieks, startling them apart. Karma looks down at the bandage in his hands, aware very suddenly of the sound of his heartbeat in his ears. When he glances at Nagisa again, their eyes meet and they share a sheepish little half smile.

"Thank you," Nagisa says, tucking a lock of hair behind his ear. "For helping me with my wrist and letting me stay here."

"It's okay," says Karma. He rolls the bandage up, tucking it into his pocket. "I wasn't going to let anyone take you."

Nagisa's cheeks flush lightly and his gaze drops to his lap. "I... have to go."

Karma pauses; he knew the words would come eventually but the rhythm he and Nagisa have settled into felt so comfortable...

"I figured you'd have to," he admits. "You're sure you're strong enough?"

"I think so," nods Nagisa. "If... if I don't go back soon I'll never be able to go back."

Karma nods. "I read that in one of my grandpa's books."

"I'm sorry I can't stay," says Nagisa. "I wish I could."

"It's okay," Karma tells him, though his breath feels short in his chest.

Both of them fall silent, the seagull on the roof squawking in the absence of words. Behind the cabin, the sea washes over the rocks: it's a sound Karma scarcely thinks about anymore but that he now knows he'll forever associate with Nagisa. It'll be strange to return to his solitary life after Nagisa leaves—he never would have expected to grow so accustomed to having him around in so short a time, but he knows he'll be feeling Nagisa's absence for a while. He sighs softly.

"When will you go?" he asks.

"I was... thinking tomorrow," murmurs Nagisa, "if the weather stays okay."

Karma nods. "I'll make sure you eat plenty tonight then."


After dinner, Karma washes their plates in the sink while Nagisa curls up in the bed with one of Karma's books. He's taken to leafing through them, tracing his slender fingers over the illustrations of the merfolk. Why, Karma has no idea, but the little smile Nagisa gets on his face is enough to leave him to it—he doesn't know anyone else whose smile is as lovely or worth seeing. Once the plates and cutlery are drying on the side, he joins Nagisa on the bed, slipping an arm around his shoulders.

"Where will you go?" he asks. "Will you be able to find somewhere away from your mother?"

Nagisa nods. "I think so. I have a friend who might be able to help me, her name's Kaede."

"Good," says Karma. Part of him wants to ask about Kaede—how close are the two of them?—but he hesitates. Instead, he runs gentle fingers through Nagisa's bright blue hair. "Do all merfolk have hair like yours?"

"How do you mean?" asks Nagisa. "Blue?"

"Well yeah, blue... or any other colours."

Nagisa nods again. "My mother's is a darker blue, Kaede's is green... I know a girl called Ritsu who's got purple hair."

With a little chuckle, Karma says, "Kaede, Ritsu... you have a lot of girlfriends."

Nagisa's face turns bright pink. "Oh, no they're not my girlfriends!" he says quickly. "Just... they're just friends."

Karma chuckles again, tugging lightly on a lock of Nagisa's hair. "I'm teasing."

Pouting slightly, Nagisa closes the book. He gazes down at his hands for a long moment, clearly deep in thought.

"Karma," he says softly, looking up at him again. His eyes are huge and so blue Karma feels like he could drown in them. "I know I said this before, but thank you for taking care of me."

"It's okay," says Karma. "Like I said before I wasn't going to let anything happen to you."

Nagisa puts the book aside, taking one of Karma's hands in his own and linking their fingers together. "I won't forget you."

"No?" Karma asks, pressing their palms together.

"I won't," repeats Nagisa. "I promise."

He moves closer to Karma, gazing into his eyes. Karma's never in his life seen anyone look at him with such sincerity before; before he realises what he's doing he wraps one arm around Nagisa's waist and they bring their foreheads together.

"Can I kiss you?" Nagisa asks, his gaze flicking between Karma's eyes and lips.

Karma simply grins before closing the small distance between them in a kiss. At once, Nagisa relinquishes Karma's hand, wrapping his arms around Karma's neck instead. Karma pulls him closer, his hands finding Nagisa's waist before sliding up his back into his hair. The feeling of Nagisa's lips against his own is indescribable and his heart beats madly in his ears—he's never felt this way about anyone before Nagisa. With a little flutter of hesitancy, Nagisa's lips open and he swipes his tongue against Karma's lips. Immediately, Karma opens his mouth, touching his own tongue to Nagisa's and enjoying the little whine Nagisa lets out against his lips.

With another soft sigh, Nagisa pulls back, gazing into Karma's eyes. He bites his lip, hands on Karma's shoulders. "Is this okay?"

Karma almost laughs again. "It's amazing," he says.

"I don't want you to forget me," Nagisa confesses.

"I'm not going to forget you," Karma promises, running one thumb along Nagisa's jaw. "Never in a million years."

Nagisa smiles, the sight like sunlight glinting off the sea. "You're sure?"

"Absolutely," says Karma.

"But... we can continue right?" Nagisa asks, his smile turning mischievous.

"Absolutely," repeats Karma, pulling Nagisa in for another, deeper kiss. As he swipes his tongue against Nagisa's and gets another soft whimper in response, Karma wraps both arms tighter around him and flips Nagisa onto his back on the bed, the old mattress squeaking at the motion. Nagisa's fingers run up into Karma's hair, holding him close—as if Karma would pull away right now—and Karma slides his hands down Nagisa's chest, pulling at the shirt he lent to Nagisa. Nagisa raises his arms, letting Karma slide it up and off him, before tugging at Karma's too, taking it off.

With their clothes out of the way, Nagisa's hands run over Karma's chest, seeming to commit the planes of it to his memory. When Nagisa looks up into his eyes again, Karma pauses, wanting to remember the sight of his face forever, before lowering his head to kiss him again. Nothing in the world could have prepared him for this—for Nagisa's arrival into his life, for the knowledge that merfolk are real and not lost to history, for the incredible way Nagisa makes him feel—but Karma can't help pulling him closer, kissing him deeper, letting Nagisa run his hands down to unbutton his trousers. When he takes them off and kicks them away, along with his underwear, Nagisa removes his own, leaving them both bare. The feeling of Nagisa's soft skin against his own has Karma biting his lip, grinding their hips together when Nagisa parts his legs to let him lie between them. Nagisa gasps, his head tipping back, and Karma leaves more kisses to his neck.

"Karma," Nagisa murmurs, his voice hitching on an inhale. "Karma, I..."

"I know," says Karma softly, brushing Nagisa's hair out of his darkened eyes. "Want you too."

Nagisa arches his back, rolling his hips against Karma's to make him groan softly. With his heart thrumming a wild rhythm in his ears, Karma reaches into the cabinet by his bed, retrieving a small bottle of lube.

"You done anything like this before?" he asks Nagisa, who shakes his head.

"No—but I trust you," says Nagisa. "I want you."

Karma nods. "Tell me if you change your mind."

At a little nod from Nagisa, Karma slicks up his fingers, holding one of Nagisa's thighs with his free hand as he reaches down to circle his fingers between Nagisa's ass cheeks. Nagisa whines in the back of his throat, watching as Karma slowly slides the first finger inside him.

"This okay?" Karma asks.

Nagisa nods. "Feels good."

Slowly Karma works him open, giving him more kisses to help him relax as he slides more fingers inside him. Nagisa shivers at his touch, his fingers tightening on Karma's shoulders whenever Karma curls his fingers, seeking out his prostate. When Karma feels Nagisa clenching a little around his fingers he kisses him again, swallowing more little moans.

"Karma," Nagisa whimpers, pulling back as Karma teases his fingers in and out some more. "P... please!"

"You ready?" Karma asks.

Nagisa nods. "I'm so ready, please!"

With another steadying kiss to Nagisa's lips, Karma withdraws his fingers. Though Nagisa whines softly at the loss, Karma doesn't keep him waiting for long, quickly spreading lube on his cock. Before he has the chance to slide inside him however, Nagisa puts a hand on Karma's shoulder, pushing him back against the headboard.

"I want to feel your arms around me," he says, climbing into Karma's lap to straddle his hips. "Want you to kiss me."

Karma gazes at him for a long moment before kissing him. "You're amazing."

"So are you."

With one hand, Karma lines his cock up for Nagisa while his other hand gently guides his hips down. Slowly, Nagisa sinks down in his lap, his mouth dropping open as Karma fills him. Eventually, he stops, settling in Karma's arms and leaning in to kiss him. His lips tremble against Karma's, another little whimper leaving him as he clenches a little tighter around Karma's cock.

"Oh my god," he breathes. His fingers curl in Karma's hair, seeming to ground him as he rocks his hips forward and then back. "Oh... wow!"

"Fuck," growls Karma against Nagisa's collarbone. "Feels so fucking good."

"S... so do you," gasps Nagisa.

Slowly he begins to move more, his confidence growing with each rise and drop of his hips. Soon he reaches a steady rhythm, clinging to Karma and moaning. Karma helps him with encouraging hands on his hips, leaving more kisses on Nagisa's shoulders and chest. Sweat pools on their skin from the heat building between them, their hearts racing one another. There's no danger of Karma ever forgetting Nagisa—never in his life will he forget this night.

"K... Karma," Nagisa moans, his voice tight and wavering. "I'm... It's..."

"I know," says Karma. "I'm close too."

He moves one hand down, wrapping it around Nagisa's cock and stroking it, drawing another cry from him. Nagisa's grip on him tightens, his body jolting against Karma's before he comes with a high, indescribable trill, clenching hard around Karma's cock. With a groan into Nagisa's shoulder, Karma comes too. Together they ride it out, slowing their movements until they reach a stop, their arms tight around one another. Karma runs his fingers through Nagisa's hair, massaging his scalp as they come down from the high.

"Wow," sighs Nagisa, his breath caressing Karma's neck. "That... That was..."

"Yeah," Karma says, kissing him again. He opens his mouth to say more, but then closes it again, content to simply breathe and hold Nagisa close to himself.


Early the following morning, Nagisa dives off one of the big rocks behind Karma's cabin into the sea. He disappears beneath the surface, but as Karma watches his head pops up a short distance away, bright blue in the grey blue water. For a moment, Nagisa turns his head, giving Karma one last sweet smile before he dives under in a flick of his azure blue tail.

Karma stays out back of the cabin for a while, watching the seafoam where Nagisa's head went under for a long time. He doesn't expect anything, nor does he hope, but perhaps, he thinks, one day they'll see each other again.