A/N: Don't worry about age in this, Karma is NOT in junior high. As for Nagisa, he's the same age as he was in the time skip, so early twenties after graduating from college etc. etc. while Karma is in his last years of high school (17ish) which is less creepy and legal in my country if they weren't teacher-student. NOT THAT I'M CONFIRMING THINGS WILL GET FAR ENOUGH FOR THEM TO START THINKING ABOUT THINGS LIKE THAT /


Chapter Four

It was dark in the room, barely illuminated, yet the figure above me was the best night light I could wish for. Beautiful. Soft. Nude. My breath puffed out at barely a rhythm, shocked into serration by the exquisite heat passing between us, shining down from above like light from the heavens. I bathed in it naked; smooth skin that was coated by a thin layer of sweat gliding together against mine, making our contact even softer, even hotter, even more pleasurable.

Each languid pulsation launched a new shiver of chills into my body, leaving me breathless as I looked up into the hooded cerulean eyes wondrously. Even in this lack of reality, I stared. The faint familiarity of it had me captivated, only for the connection to be severed and restored again every time our bodies rocked to the melody of husky, pleasurable moans.

My stomach was feeling tight now. The white lights of pleasure had built up to be near blinding.

"Karma-kun!" There was no mistaking it. With the way my name rolled off of the tongue that lolled beneath perfect lips just a breath away from being tasted, with the way blood to rushed southwards so intoxicatingly my muscles clenched and threw little flips, I couldn't deny that the tight core coiling around my heat in a searing, seductive massage belonged to none other than my teacher and educator, Nagisa.

My own voice rained out, expressing gratuitously how good the rolls of trickling desire felt, telling the woman how sexy her pleasuring core had me weakening, how all I could see were her bright blue eyes and pale strands of hair that despite that lack of nudity had me so aroused my hips were bucking and arching involuntarily, wanting to grab her by the back of her head and watch her crumbling in my hands. How badly it made me want to fuck until she cried.

If a body could be too hot, Nagisa would have that body. If a person too attractive to be directly looked at, Nagisa would be that person. Could looking into someone's eyes even cause a pleasure as intense? She writhed up and down against me, moaning, so close her breath tickled against my face, her teeth clenched in ecstasy and I wished I was somehow trapped between them, yet her voice sounded just clear when she tensed, her back arching, her body spasming as she whisper gasped my name.I watched her come undone before me.

Her pornographic parted lips and the reckless saliva from licking her pert lips alone made me quiver within and finish hard.

"Nagisa!~"


I sat in the back of the class with my usual vexed expression. The class around me was lit up with laughter and celebration - some green haired girl I had never spoken to nor wished to speak to had just gotten out of hospital after a surgery I couldn't care less about, and being the spoiling teacher she was, Nagisa-Sensei treated us to an afternoons worth of a party.

But you could never tell that by looking at my face. If someone walked in and I was the first person they saw, they would guess that this was any other typical, bitter English lesson. Maybe I'd even prefer it if that were the case.

Accidentally meeting the green haired girl's eyes, I looked away sourly.

What pissed me off so much this afternoon wasn't my lack of sleep the night prior, it was the fact that Nagisa was acting as if nothing at all had happened between us.

She hadn't reported a hard working fortnight's worth of harassment. She hadn't held her blushing head in shame avoiding me. She didn't have a sudden burst of cute shyness or even have it in her to play Sensei again and scold me like a troubled middle-schooler.

Was that it? Did the woman of my dreams really just see me as a fickle teenager in way over his head?

Suddenly, the music stopped.

"Karma! Open up the parcel!" I looked down perplexed until it dawned that while I had been sitting cross legged glaring at my Sensei, I had collected and passed on the parcel with methodical robotics until it was too late to be passed on.

Now, the music had stopped and eyes were all on me.

"Come on, I don't see another sweet, this could be the last wrapping." Maehara encouraged, winking in a way that had me cringingly realising why the other's in my class may lead Nagisa sensei to believing everyone my age really was a child.

I shrugged, wanting this to be over and done with before tearing it open to reveal a ... history study book.

"Wow. I'll treasure this forever." I commented sarcastically, causing unintentional laughter from the others. I scowled, glaring at Nagisa.

"Don't look at me like that Karma-kun, education first right? Now you can pass with higher grades than all your peers if you work hard enough."

Is that really what he thought I was glaring about?

Finally, with only one hour left until the end of the day, we found ourselves outside on the sports ground area outside of the E class engaged in someone's idea of a giant game of monopoly.

Names had been written in chalk on the pavement, differently coloured marbles were used and traded as money, and students were used at player peices, though for the sake of overcrowding, the class had been split into groups of five with one person to represent them.

Aside from that, the other jobs were as the dice - a freshly scribbled hopscotch up to twelve that was skipped up and down from at alternating speeds until the player said stop.

Did Nagisa think we were twelve years old?

Saltiness aside, as banker, the game became a great way for me to screw with everyone who thought they could get away with winning. I somewhat enjoyed plotting to bankrupt people, and knew that Nagisa sensei had caught my menacing chuckles.

Even though I was holding a grudge, I had to admit I ended up having fun. Sensei had personalised each roll as if she knew us all so well. It got me thinking about if she really did know me well, or if I was just another speck in the corner of her class, no more special than anyone else in the room.

My eyes turned over to Nagisa, who was sitting comfortably cross legged on the side, sleeves rolled up and forearms kind of chalky from having made this whole thing herself.

In just a shirt, it was clear that she really was completely flat chested, though to me this was surprisingly not a problem. Especially when she tilted her had back to look up like that, sheltering her eyes from the sun that peeked through from behind the grey clouds above. She cheered on the other students, grinning from ear to ear and calling out regulations etc. The curved of her back was perfect. The shape of her arms too.

Even alone on the sidelines, she looked like she was having fun just by watching us have fun. Was there ever a time she didn't look radiant?


"You've finally, finally cheered up!" Nagisa-Sensei teased as she walked by, arms filled with boxes of empty containers of party foods etc.

It was just us now. The others had to either head home, to study clubs or part time jobs. But delinquent member of society as ever, I was left to do the helping as I had no other obligations to anyone other than myself.

"Karma-kun wasn't happy during my party?"

At least, that's how I would have liked things. Kaede Kayano, in return for the celebration day in her honour, was also here helping us to pack away and bring everything inside.

I sighed as I pushed another table back to it's original place, "Don't take offence, you're not the one to blame."

I glanced back at the older woman, seeing a flicker of hurt in her eyes, only for her attention to avert to the window behind me. Slowly, her expression faded into comical horror.

"No, no, no! There's still stuff out there!" Dropping her box onto my table, the frantic teacher took the shortcut into the now heavily pouring rain that had been building up during the day, jumping out the window and running towards her items like a wild woman, no coat, no umbrella, not even the correct outdoor shoes.

Kayano came to stand beside me equally bewitched with giggles until Nagisa returned, hair now damply clinging to her skin and half covering her eyes. She cringed, twisting out the silky blue strands so water dripped out the side, the two of us just watching with mouths open like fish.

"I uh... had an umbrella Sensei." Kayano managed to say, laughing lightly at the childishness of the grown woman. Nagisa laughed with her, voice sweetly casual.

It left me frozen; out of place in this comfortable lack of tension and friendly, open atmosphere when I had spent so long trying to push her out of her comfort zone to evoke what I had seen on that first night once more.

Water dripped down onto the wood. Her shirt was quite soaked, but not as appetisingly see-through as some cliche's would show. There was no black bra to gawk at, or sultry drips over her skin. Instead, I of all people, the cold, sadistic monster of the E class found myself concerned over how cold the woman must be.

"Ah, really? What a shame, I sort of panicked. " She shook her head like a puppy. "I'm sorry guys, everything's about done so you can head home now if you like."

Kayano laughed again. I was getting sick of the pretentious sound and she's only been here a day. "Wait here, I'll go and get you a towel Sensei."
She darted out of the room, causing the woman to stand up.

"Well then, I'd better be quick while she's gone."

She turned her back to me. My mind jolted at what she had meant, only to instantly pale when I saw her removing her buttons. I looked just in time for her to have slipped her pale, slender arms out, standing with her bare, bra-less back to me, lightly coloured strands of her hanging over her shoulders.

"A-Are you fucking kidding me?"

I choked, barely able to contain myself going pink at the thought of her bare front as she faced the window, wringing out her shirt. The view from here was great but... if I had walked around the front...

Nagisa turned, looking at me innocently in confusion, giving me a glimpse of her pale chest.

"Kar-"

"What the fuck Sensei!" I hissed, slamming into her, covering her body with my own as I tilted my head back as far as I possibly could, one hand over my eyes, I felt her gasp on my neck, and her astonishingly soft skin under my touch. She was practically begging for it with these small, torturous actions.

Here I thought I was a fucking tease.

"Kayano isn't here but I still am, you really are friends with Irina, aren't you?!"

She laughed so innocuously I became frustrated. "I'm sorry Karma-kun, I know you have good intentions, but I'm not that cold." She struggled beneath me, but I knew if she wanted she could slip right out of my arms. "You can head home if you're really that uncomfortable."

"Why wouldn't I be uncomfortable?" I hissed.

The woman sighed, putting her hands over the one that clinged to her, prying me off so she had the freedom to move.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to put my shirt back on. Alright. It is pretty cold."

She was so calm and casual it killed me.

I groaned in defeat, removing the hand from my eyes but stepping back and turning away. "Y-You're really not uncomfortable with this?"

"I may be skinny, but no, I'm not ashamed of my body."

Killed me slowly. The pride, the confidence, the purity in her smile as I stood still with my wet hands lingering from her touch.

She asked for it, I told myself afterwards. She was the one acting so invitingly in the presence of an out of control teenager. She was the one old enough and smart enough to know that if a woman removes her shirt in front of a teen, it's no where near appropriate, so in the front of my mind I assumed she must be flirted.

I turned back, unsure whether or not the action was subconscious or instinctual as I glowered over her body and took in as many details as I could with my mouth practically drooling with excitement. The soft hues alone were beautiful. The tight toned muscles, the slim waist. The longer I looked, the redder I became. The redder I became, the stiller I became. The stiller I became, the more I realised that the surprisingly toned stomach and squared pectorals, pink Adam's apple and taut, lean arms resembled less of a woman and more like myself.

I was gawking like an idiot, now fully facing, eyes coldly glaring and feeling the worst kind of shame I'd ever felt in my life.

I was still frozen in that position by the time he had pulled his gym shirt and jacket over his body and zipped it up to cover away his secret gender. A secret that everyone seemed to know but me.

It all made sense.

No wonder he saw me as just a student. No wonder he was so strong. No wonder he was was so comfortable coming into my room at night and so unaffected by my constant flirting and pressing into him. No wonder he was so surprised and offended that I questioned why he would like woman and how he would have interpreted me essentially calling him guy and asking if he had been with a man before, as a confession that I was a gay. As a confession that I'd had feelings for him.

But I wasn't gay, I didn't like other men. Did I?

I was definitely attracted to Nagisa before, but that was only because I thought he was a woman, right?

Kayano came running into the room, holding a towel she must have taken from our cheap version of an infirmary.

"Sorry it took so long, will you be alright Sensei?"

"It's no problem, I'll see you tomorrow Kayano-san." He smiled across at her, so perfectly I shivered. Why did he look this way? Why was a grown man so undeniably beautiful? Now that I knew he was a man, why did he seem all the more alluring? There was a blurriness between masculinity and femininity between him that had be staring jaw-locked. Yet, there was a newfound boyishness to him, I felt I was seeing him in a new light. As a woman, Sensei's power caught my attention, as a man, it was his...cuteness?

"Thanks again!" Green haired girl chimed,oblivious to my dropped jaw and swelling embarrassment, disappearing as her equally blind Sensei dried himself off contently.

The room soon became quiet around us. Nagisa's body relaxing as he pulled the towel up from his face into his messy damp hair.

"Uh? You're still here?" He poked his tilted head out from under the towel, hair now dried into thick fluffiness.

I gawked in disbelief. It was a rare occasion where I, Karma Akabane, provoker of all provokers had been provoked and messed with profusely by someone who hadn't even intended to do it.

As if I could just leave! Was all the tension between us one sided? Was it all in my head? Before it was because I was frustrated, trying to repress the appeal I felt from a fucking teacher. Now I felt betrayed. Angry. I knew he was hiding something, but I still couldn't believe it was this.

It wasn't long before I realised I was upset, looking down at the older man in contempt.

Light blue eyes I couldn't believe belonged to anyone other than a female flinched at the stare, looking down caringly as he spoke,"You've been like this all day Karma-kun, y-you're not still thinking about yesterday are you?"

She-UH!- He spoke so slowly it irked me.
"Want to tell me what's on your mind?"

"What's on my mind? You're a fucking man!" I cursed, shoving him back harder than I'd ever dared to before, his back hit the wooden wall, but he didn't look at all remorseful when his face lit up in relief.

"You thought I was a woman! So that's what this was all about-"

"Don't you dare laugh at me!" I seethed,"Fucking liar, why didn't you tell me you weren't a woman, why the fuck didn't you hit puberty huh? Or do you just starve yourself to lead men into your trap?!"

I slammed my hand into the wall beside him, making sure it wasn't a fist so the wall went unscathed.

"I guess this explains the long hair," my finger flicked at the wet strands over her shoulders angrily,"I guess this explains why you kept on dressing like some kind of tramp-"

"Karma, since when did you start judging people by how they look?"

My breath hitched, enraged that that was all he took from what I had just said to him.

"I don't care what you have to say about me, sure I'm tiny, sure I barely grew since childhood and what else, but don't think you have the right to assume anything about me based on my looks."

Clearly, my words had sent the wrong impression, my real message irritably lost. I clenched my teeth. I'd injured a teacher before, but this time, it wasn't to scare them, it was to calm myself down. I was angry. All I could see was blood. All I could feel was the power of destroying the pride of stuck up older people that never saw what I wanted them to see.

Did I want to hurt Nagisa? Of course not. But I couldn't control myself, the temptation of violence had too much control over me.

I didn't even feel a sting when he stepped forward, yet somehow I managed to be swept off of my balance enough to fall into the table not far behind me.

For the first time, I saw a real anger those icy blue eyes.

"Karma."

My name on those lips.

With his words, his gestures, his gaze and his emotions stabbing me like this, I couldn't regret a single part of my actions.

"You of all people should know that. You're too smart to think something so foolish would be tolerated by one of my own students, especially as someone who gets mad at being considered an E class failure."

As I looked up at those bright eyes, I realised two things; the first being that he was right. The second, was that as a teacher Nagisa-Sensei could have treated us a lot worse than he did, or maybe abandoned us all together for a higher paying job with those talents. And for that, we should be grateful.

My breath hitched in. The second, was that although I may have lost the woman of my literal dreams to a scrawny, underdeveloped male trap but thanks to that I'd met the most respectably patient, caring person I'd ever meet in my life.