First of all, I thank you all for reading this story. I just reread everything and thought it was too cheesy :/

Kasumi72: your long reviews are just so hillarious XD I mean, I was grinning from ear to ear when I read about your predictions (you want to kill him that bad?)

Eclipse of demons, ItsukaNoe, I have no name and IDC: Oh come on, I'm not thaat evil (don't hate me!) :D You love to see him like that too, don't you? You guys are all evil too just like me.

Fluffyfox05, VioletteWhest, Sara Snow, Guest, Mokona lover: I'm so glad to hear you liked it. To be honest, I also quite wonder what's going to happen next - I mean, I never think things through and improvise at spot XD

SOO HERE IT IS, GUYS. I AM SORRY FOR THE DELAY BUT HERE IT IS!

Nagisa's P.O.V.

"Karma-kun?!" both me and and Bitch-sensei called out. She ran towards him and I was about to do so too.

"Ouch," suddenly, Karma-kun muttered and as I walked up closer, I saw a chair with broken leg. Everyone stood up to see what has happened.

"That's one damn old chair," he complained, standing up. He was fine. He didn't... faint or anything like that.

Our teacher seemed relieved too: "Really, just a chair?"

"Go ask the chairmaster or someone get us some normal seats," said Karma-kun with an annoyed face.

This friend of mine... I was sure that one day, he would really give me heart attack.

Karma's P.O.V.

It was cold. Though it wasn't, I was just feeling cold. It was obvious I was coming down with a fever with how hot my face felt. And yet I was still freezing.

Hm... if I had closed the windows before going to sleep or if I have slept properly or didn't wander early in the mornings to get into fight with some drunkards, then maybe I wouldn't have got myself into this shitty state.

I had luck at the English lesson, that chair really was old so it only needed a little of pressure at the right place and it would break down. Perfect way to camouflage that small blackout of mine.

But apparently, my luck has ran out. PE. Two lessons in row. Just the first one was enough for me, somehow I survived the fighting, jumping and shooting. My accuracy got a lot worse (no surprise since my vision was all blurry). Right now we finished running ten laps as a warm up and I already knew that I wouldn't be able to keep up. At least I wasn't the only one like this - the whole class looked like they were about to drop dead.

It came down to sparring time with Karasuma-sensei. It was bad, he found out right away I wasn't in the best condition. And as I mentioned earlier, appearing weak was one of the things I despised the most.

"Are you okay, Karma-kun?" The bluenette asked me with worried eyes.

I smiled as usual: "Sure, though I think I could go home sleep now." It was meant to be sarcastic joke and it did sound like one. Though every word of it was truth.

"Seriously," he rolled his eyes.

Karasuma-sensei looked very disatisfied with our current abilities so he made us run another ten five laps as a penalty.

Wonderful.

Ah, this was bad. My vision was getting all unfocused and I spaced out everytime, as if about to faint. What's even worse - everything started turning black and my body felt like floating. Definitely bad.

Two laps done with lungs burning. So now it was just three more.

While I thought it was impossible to even run another one, I managed to survive two rounds around our class. But to finish the third one, well, that I knew was impossible. If I didn't count my legs that wouldn't carry me anymore, there was still my horribly messed up head, that stupid fever that got even worse with the excercise and lack of sleep.

I just couldn't carry on anymore. Everything hurt.

Unable to catch breath, I walked out of the group of my classmates. Hazy. Everything was so hazy, my steps, my thoughts, the sounds. I didn't even percieve that someone was calling my name. The only thing I remembered was falling and hurting more than ever.

Nagisa's P.O.V.

I knew there was something wrong with him. I knew the moment I saw him this morning when he gave me that strange smile of his. The one that wasn't neither cheerful nor gloomy, more like... lost.

I suspected something when I watched him in the class, the careful and heavy way he moved, his slow responses and lack of sarcasm.

And then when he hit the floor on English and blamed it on the leg of chair breaking, I was so relieved that I didn't notice his his pained face. The facade to hide how he was feeling. Or more like I didn't want to notice. Karma was supposed to be the strong, smart boy. I just wouldn't believe that there could be something wrong.

And yet, there was. And I realized that the moment my dear friend collapsed before my eyes.

"Karma-kun!" I screamed, running towards the red head.

Before he could hit the ground, something flashed before our eyes and caught him.

"Koro-sensei!" I called out as the teacher carefully laid Karma-kun down.

Everyone followed me, shocked by the sight. Even the Karasuma-sensei and Bitch-sensei seemed very worried, rushing to his side.

"What the hell? Such a fever!" the blond woman stated, hissing at the touch of my friend.

Koro-sensei looked the most troubled. He ran off somewhere and in no time was back with ice packs and a wet towel.

He made a concerned and nervous expression while putting some ice on Karma-kun's forehead and wiping his face with the cloth. That's when all of us noticed a band aid under his bangs. What all had happened that we didn't know about?!

Meanwhile, Karasuma checked his condition: "His pulse is slow. Breathing rushed and shallow in a strange way. This doesn't seem like a mere cold."

I was scared. I have never seen Karma-kun like this and I didn't know what to do.

Our home room teacher got grip of himself and said: "For now, we should let Karma-kun rest." And with that, he lifted the boy and went to our class.

He then passed his student to Karasuma-sensei and disappeared for a while, returning with a sofa. I would wonder where he took it from if my friend wasn't unconscious with something more than a cold.

"What happened to Karma-kun?" Okuda-san whispered, unsure of what to do. She surely looked horribly scared and so did everyone else.

"I don't know. But we will find out soon."

And I hoped that we really would. Because this person before me, my best friend, wasn't someone to tell anyone his problems, no matter how big. And it was only now that I realized.

Everyone wanted to stay there and wait for Karma-kun to wake up. They wanted to help him and be sure that he is fine. But Koro-sensei promised that he would update everyone on his condition as soon as he could and that they should carry on class.

I couldn't do so. I was just way too worried to leave his side. And the more so when I looked at him. So Koro-sensei let me stay.

Now that I saw him from close up, I noticed some things that he probably hid before everyone. Those horrible bags under eyes. His pale complexion. He looked as tired as if he hasn't been sleeping for a week.

"I also noticed some things, Nagisa-kun." Sensei stated, still looking at the unconscious boy.

"He looks like he hasn't slept in a long time." I nodded, feeling my face getting darker. I started recalling all the past experiences where this was obvious. The time in the forest for example.

"That's not all. Sensei has lifted all of my students at least once and the last time I did, Karma-kun was significally heavier. Also, his body feels too bony." It hit me so hard. The fact that both Koro-sensei and Isogai-kun said that. The fact that I have never seen Karma-kun eat out or bring any bento from home.

"He hasn't been eating properly." And as sensei declared that, my heart started hurting.

I stood up and grabbed Karma-kun's arm. So thin. He looked so fragile. How could I not see this?! What kind of friend would not see something this important?!

But there was something strange on that hand I was holding. I pulled up his sleeves and to my horror, I found bandage.

"It's bruised," sensei said, calming me down a little. Just a little though because - what happened for him to bruise himself? And that cut on his forehead too.

"We will have to ask him ourselves," answered Koro-sensei, his gaze down in worry and shame. Both him and me felt so guilty, so much that we wanted to curl up into a ball and cry.

Karma-kun was my important friend. And yet, I never realized that he was going through pain. That he was suffering.

I never noticed.

And I hated myself for that.

Alright, I'm sorry for the small betrayal (though I finished him off later, didn't I?). It's starting to get serious... AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TO DO NEXT.

Well, I'm gonna think of something XD

I hope you enjoyed this one, bye!