When it comes to his relationship with Karma, Nagisa thinks he'll never get used to waking up next to him. When he's super groggy at least, it takes him a second to remember where exactly he is. Not that it's ever an alarming sensation, in fact Nagisa's in tune with the fact that he's safe like this. And once he does figure out where he is… he relaxes even more.

Karma groans in displeasure beside him, curling up like he hates the idea of daytime. For a moment, Nagisa's content to not do anything either. Maybe because his head's still tuning in, but there's not much exactly to say. It's fine like this, anyway. Just being in Karma's presence is becoming even more comfortable for him recently.

Until Karma tugs him towards him, clearly aiming for his lips.

Nagisa tuns his face away, because as nice as kissing Karma is, morning breath is kind of a mood killer. Not that a cheek kiss is bad by any means. Maybe he even likes it more. Besides, Nagisa's not really in the mood for anything too far.

"Hey, Nagisa," Karma says, his voice a little heavy.

"Mm?"

Karma sighs. "Why don't you just get a toothbrush?"

"Wha?"

He looks a little amused. "I just don't want your teeth to fall out, just 'cos you're here a lot."

Nagisa feels the embarrassment rise up within him. It really hasn't been great, has it? Nagisa is usually pretty consistent with his dental hygiene! There are a lot of anxieties to overcome, of course, but he can push those aside. He doesn't want Karma to think he's purposely being gross about his teeth! He couldn't… no, he doesn't even want to think about it.

So he leaps almost instantly out of bed. "I-I'll go right now!"

Karma sits up, yawning easily. "Right now?"

"Yep!" He pulls on his clothes like the building's about to burn down. "I'll be right back!"

With a heavy sigh, Karma just collapses back, slamming his torso against the mattress. "Take the key, then."

Perhaps he should consider it some kind of honourable responsibility. It's a trust exercise, in a way, that he can take the key to Karma's home. And given everything else, as Nagisa scurries his way out of the door and into the fresh air, it would be easy for him to read a lot more into this. The thing is, he at least knows Karma well enough to know that, in fact, this is nothing more than him just being too lazy to get up and let him back in again.

So, that's how Nagisa finds himself in the convenience store bright and early in the morning, buying the first toothbrush he lays his eyes upon, along with a fresh tube of toothpaste because somehow that seems like a courtesy. Once he's grabbed it, though, he starts to think. Maybe he should get something else? He does kind of feel like he's leeching, at least a tiny bit.

What would Karma like, though? He's made his thoughts on ready made food quite clear already.

Maybe Nagisa could make him breakfast? He's not sure how Karma would feel about that, it is his kitchen after all. Then again, he seemed to like it when he made miso soup? As long as he buys his own ingredients, maybe it won't be too bad… He can probably get everything he needs just in the fridge section, at least.

Of course, he won't do anything too complicated. It's not like he needs to prove something by grilling a whole fish or anything. So eggs it is. Along with a basic side salad… this will do just fine, or at least he thinks to himself. Does Karma like natto? He's never actually seen him eat it… Maybe Nagisa needs to figure out more about his food tastes.

"I'm back," Nagisa eventually calls when he enters through the door, but he doesn't get a response.

He decides to tread carefully so he doesn't make much noise, setting the food down in the kitchen before making his way to the bathroom. His teeth are pretty much his biggest priority, at this point. Besides, there is something quite nice, about the freshness that comes from the mint. He thinks about it for a moment afterwards, before leaving the stuff neatly on the edge of the sink, just out of the way enough so it shouldn't get in Karma's way or anything.

Cooking is the next enemy.

It's really not the most complicated thing in the world. In fact, if Nagisa didn't know how to operate a rice cooker, he should've exiled himself from the country. The miso soup is the only semi-complicated step, honestly. But, once that's almost done, all it takes is frying some eggs. It's a lot more basic than anything Karma's made him, but it still all looks pretty good.

The smell appears to summon him, once it's on the table, because Karma stumbles out of his bedroom with a stretch. "You cooked?"

Nagisa smiles, feeling a little awkward. "I hope it's okay?"

He flops down on the chair, leaning his elbow on the table. Rather than eat anything, he just looks at him. "It's… healthy."

His face falls flat. "W-well you'll end up with diabetes or something if you're not careful!"

"Aw," Karma smirks, "you're worried."

"Shut up."

Just because, as Nagisa's discovered recently, Karma's usual idea of a morning meal accompanies a mountain load of sugar. He'd found out the hard way, when Karma decided to make him French toast, and he'd barely been able to stomach more than a few mouthfuls so early. It's a wonder he's still so in shape.

"Thank you," Karma says suddenly. "For cooking."

A genuine smile ends up growing on Nagisa's face for a moment. Even though it really isn't anything fancy. It's still, admittedly, a lot more than he'd ever cook for himself. Maybe he's starting to understand Karma's weird obsession with it… It makes him happy, weirdly, to make him happy. Even if it's only something small…

They don't exchange too many words, mostly just eating their fill. Karma gets himself some coffee, and Nagisa attempts to hide his disgust at the strawberry milk he pours into it. The peace feels illusionary, though. For one, Nagisa's more than aware (unfortunately) of how much work he has waiting for him when he gets home later…

The sound of the radio turning itself on automatically, and the pop music that follows after it, catches him off guard. It's not super uncommon to hear, considering how Nagisa's recently discovered it's Karma's usual alarm, but surely not at a time like this?

Nagisa shoots Karma a confused look. "It's Sunday?"

"Yeah," he shrugs. "It's so I don't get too used to sleeping in."

"That's… smart?"

Nobody moves to turn it off or anything. Honestly, Karma's a pretty light sleeper, so it's unsurprising that something like this would be enough to wake him up. He'd told Nagisa last week it was more useful than just some annoying sound. Though, the image of Karma just lying in bed processing the news headlines was kind of a funny one.

"You actually like this song?" Nagisa questions, when he notices a slight hum.

Karma tilts his head. "Something wrong with it?"

"No," Nagisa emphasises with a head shake. "It's just… kind of pop-y." Not that Karma's ever been a music kind of guy, as far as he knows.

He rolls his eyes, before clearing his throat. "All I did was touch your hair, but it hurts~, it's a sweet~ goodbye~"

As fun as listening to Karma butcher pop hits so early in the morning is, and unfortunately Nagisa can't actually prevent his laughter, even though it's more of a huff. He kind of wants to smack him at the same time, though. In order to not do that, he gets up sharply, intending to at least clean up their plates. That's more productive than whatever this is.

Karma follows him, singing a little under his breath.

Not like Nagisa has any real complaints about it. In fact, a part of him kind of likes the way Karma is, at times like this. He's dumb and embarrassing for sure, but when it's just them… a part of it is endearing at the very least. He can't help but enjoy the fact that Karma seems to have a different side just for him.

But now what?

It's something Nagisa hasn't fully got used to yet. Sure, he knows he doesn't just have to leave, but he's not sure what else he's meant to do. Thankfully, Karma wordlessly tugs him over to the sofa, so he guesses it's probably that. Not that Nagisa minds. It's definitely not the worst thing in the world, that he could want to do with him. He might also like that Karma cares about his opinions…

Not that they watch anything important, though. Nagisa's not paying much attention at least, more enjoying how easily he can lean into Karma like this. He loves this whole boyfriend thing. Whether he means to or not, he ends up resting his hand on his arm a little, which makes him happy sigh. Karma leans back suddenly though, basically lying on top of him.

"Hi," he says.

Nagisa scoffs without truly meaning it. "Hi."

Karma gives him an odd look, before leaning down and pecking him on the lips. Of course, Nagisa has no problem with this at all. In fact, he really likes these soft, gentle kisses. He loves when they're passionate as well, but he's had a lot of those so far. These are still new, and even more exciting.

…Besides, it kind of ends up becoming one of those passionate kisses anyway.

Nagisa would never take the blame, though. Not entirely. And it definitely doesn't help when Karma shifts, making it even easier to hover over him. Well, as easy as that can be, from their position, considering Karma's sofa isn't necessarily built for this. They seem to make it work, anyway, perhaps because of how hard Nagisa clings to him.

(Un?) Fortunately, a side effect of that is how close together they have to be. And, even though it's kind of early still, heat brews in Nagisa's stomach. It can't just be him, though. Their kisses grow weightier, and both of their breathing becomes more strained. It's been like this recently though, it's like he can't keep his hands off him.

So much so, Nagisa ends up with his hands underneath Karma's t-shirt in no time at all, and all it takes is for a slight shift for him to decide to just get rid of it. Karma doesn't give him the option to put it down any kind of neatly though, so he's just as bad. To the other side of the room it goes, it seems.

Panting for breath, Karma groans slightly, pulling back. Nagisa can only look up at him, though it's like a haze has already developed around the edges of his vision. A part of him wants to complain, but he does also enjoy looking at Karma. Especially without the shirt. At times like this, he can at least admit that to himself.

Karma pushes his hair back off his forehead, a look of thought in his eyes. It's almost enough to make Nagisa a little nervous. At this point, Nagisa's almost horizontal, and Karma's basically straddling him. Though, Karma's only dressed in his pyjama bottoms, which aren't doing anything to hide the bulge he's now sporting. He licks his lips.

Whatever Karma's considering, he appears to make his mind up, reaching forward for Nagisa's belt. He helps him, of course, lifting his hips up so his trousers can slide off in the most efficient they possibly can – meaning not very – but it's the most jarring part over. And now his blood is definitely rushing south, because there's no doubt this is going beyond a simple makeout session.

Karma shifts back to where he was again, but with less layers between them Nagisa finds himself far more sensitive to it. He doesn't really mean to, but instinctively he grasps at Karma's waist, pulling him down somewhat. Karma doesn't appear to mind, though, his lips parting a little. It's about here that Nagisa realises this isn't exactly the position he expected to end up in, but he can't say he has a problem with it.

"Why so hasty?" Karma tuts, or at least attempts to. Nagisa's not sure he actually believes him, considering the reddish tint across his chest.

He considers it for a moment. "You started it."

Karma tilts his head. "Is that so?"

Nagisa narrows his eyes. He knows exactly what Karma's trying to do… well, more like succeeding to do. But he doesn't have much he can actually counter it with. Where he is, he's pretty much trapped entirely. Karma can do whatever he wants with him probably, and Nagisa honestly can't say he truly minds. Still, he's not about to showcase that yet.

Karma leans back over him, hands either side of his neck, before pecking him again. "Maybe I'll go ahead and finish it then."

He kisses him again, before Nagisa can respond. The weight of Karma's words gets a slight moan out of him, though, which Karma practically swallows. He's not going for hits or anything like that, but he's doing his upmost best to drive him into some sort of state of madness. There's worse ways to go at least. Karma's his. He still doesn't quite believe it.

Karma starts to lean over awkwardly, like he's searching for something on the floor, enough so that Nagisa wants to question what he's doing. He lurches back up again, though, looking a little bit pleased with himself, supplies in hand.

"Did you plan this or something?"

Karma shrugs, nonchalant as always. "Just in case."

He wants to ask what that means, but Karma shoves what seems to be a travel sized packet of lube into his arms, and Nagisa decides not to question it. He instead struggles to get his hands in a good enough position to actually open the thing. At the same time, Karma kneels up to remove his pyjamas, and then grinds his hips as if impatient, though that's probably making it worse if anything.

At least there's no notion of taking this slow.

Nagisa knows to be polite though, so he covers his fingers and reaches around. Tellingly, Karma lets out a light gasp at the first touch to his entrance. Not so smug now. Not that Nagisa could argue, considering that just prompts Karma to pull his underwear down and wrap his hand around him. That makes it significantly harder to concentrate, for one.

He doesn't feel like he's prepared him much, at least not compared to the last time they did this, but Karma appears to make a decision right then and there. Nagisa's honestly a little blindsided by it, because the next thing he knows, Karma's rolling a condom over him (which feels weirder than he expected) and lining himself up.

Nagisa can only slightly attempt to stifle his moans when he sinks down, all of his muscles tensing in order to deal with the onslaught of it. They've only done this once before, and that was around a month ago. He forgot how much this was, and it feels different from this perspective, where he doesn't also have to concentrate on holding up his own weight. That might not be for the best, though.

He's okay with losing this one, though.

It's not like Karma's completely composed either, having sunk down as far as he can go. Actually, the shake in his thighs is pretty noticeable, and his eyes closed mouth open expression is telling. He looks so good like this. Instinctively, Nagisa elects to let him know by running his arms up his legs, settling with a grip he hopes isn't too firm on his waist. He doesn't want to actually hurt him. In fact, he's kind of glad for their current position, because he'd probably struggle to hold himself back if he had the manoeuvring room.

Karma lets his hands fall onto Nagisa's chest, effectively pinning him down even harder. Actually, it seems more like just a leverage point. Whatever the case, he shifts his hips, and Nagisa grips him harder in return. Nagisa can't quite decide which he prefers, in all honesty. Though, maybe it's a little easier to keep himself in check when he's the one taking it.

Having adjusted by the look of it, Karma has that devilish look plastered over him like he's up to something. It's enough to make him a little nervous, at least. He starts to move, setting a pace properly and with purpose. And yeah, it feels a lot better when he doesn't have to concentrate on that either.

He just about gets used to it before Karma moves, coming forwards in a way that's closer to just lying on top of him. His lips are pretty close to Nagisa's ear, at least, because he can suddenly hear the lightness in his breath.

"Nagisa."

He just about controls his breathing. "What?"

Karma just sighs, before nipping his earlobe. "Are you gonna make me do all the work?"

He has to suck in his breath, as the question is accompanied by a deliberate roll of the hips. "If I remember… correctly…" he gets out, "this was your choice."

Pulling back properly, so he can see his face again, Karma has a raised eyebrow and a glint in his eye. "Is that a complaint?"

His voice alone is almost enough to draw a moan out of him. Usually, Karma's teasing drawl tone is just an annoyance. It grates on him, especially because being on the receiving end of it is never usually a good thing. But like this, laced breathy with sex, it definitely does something to him. Damn him.

"No," Nagisa affirms, and then drives his hips up as much as he can as if to prove it.

It appears to catch Karma off guard a little, eliciting a small choke. Well, he did literally ask for it. The movement comes a little more natural to him than last time, again probably due to not having to worry about holding himself up. In fact, his instincts are doing a lot of the work for him. He even uses his grip to his advantage, pulling Karma back down as his hips push up.

Though, as fun as getting that kind of reaction really is, it does have the side effect of causing the ever familiar tightening sensation in his lower stomach. Now that they're dating, it's not like there's any kind of expiry on this. Quickies are a completely valid choice. Still, though, there's a part of him that's reluctant to let the sensation end.

Thinking about it for at least half a second, he sacrifices one of his hands to wrap around Karma's almost angry looking erection. At the very least, he can try and take him off the edge with him. It's a little more difficult than Nagisa anticipated, though, to stroke him and keep the rhythm up. Not that Karma seems to mind, letting out a hiss that turns into a proper moan at the action.

He's also starting to get tired, it seems. Nagisa gives it as much as he can, trying to hold out at least a little bit. It doesn't help with how hot Karma is, though, and the tight way he clenches around him. Even listening to his breaths are just about to send him off the edge. Sure, Karma has his… quirks. But the fact remains that Karma's his.

His orgasm hits him like a punch, still managing to catch him off guard a little. He loses sight of what he's doing, bis body turning frantic for a moment before the ringing in his ears starts to dull down a little. Once he hits that point of sensitivity, he just about has the energy to jerk Karma off, and he follows after only a little longer.

Nagisa doesn't usually get to watch him like this. He likes it, though, Karma's expression is pretty revealing all things considered. It ends with him practically collapsing on his chest, heartbeat rattling his ribcage. For just a moment, there's a sense of calm. Nagisa finds his hands in Karma's hair, which earns him a light hum. Serenity, until the reality of the situation makes itself clear.

"You're heavy," Nagisa complains.

Karma doesn't budge. "You weren't complaining five minutes ago."

"I can't breathe," he struggles.

Apparently Karma doesn't care that much, only shifting in the slightest so he's not lying directly on top of his lungs. He slips out in the process, which increases their manoeuvrability at least. Nagisa's not actually in any kind of rush, though. He likes being here like this. Maybe too much. Though, there's only so long he really wants to tolerate semen drying on his chest.

"Karma," he tries.

"Shh," Karma says against his ear. He seems at least a bit more there, at least.

Nagisa sighs, before poking him in the side. "Really!"

"Ow," Karma says dramatically, even though Nagisa's pretty certain he didn't hurt him in the slightest. "What was that for?"

"Shower," he says.

Karma groans. "Not worth it."

Nagisa's about to argue with him, but then Karma yawns like he's actually about to go to sleep. Maybe Karma really does just get tired after doing it like this. That seems like something worth noting at least. Unfortunately, though, Nagisa doesn't stand much of a chance of getting out of this position without Karma's cooperation.

"Come on," he says, basically using his teacher voice.

By some miracle, Karma does actually follow him to the shower, though he looks like he's sleepwalking. Fortunately, he picks back up again soon enough, or to an extent at least anyway. Nagisa disappears for about a minute or two, considering he only has one set of clothes and they were strewn across the living room. When he returns, though, Karma looks a mixture between mopey and sated, sat on the side of his bed.

It doesn't stop him from pulling Nagisa down to kiss him though. Nagisa wouldn't mind, but he can't help but notice the way he winces when he does so.

Nagisa swallows awkwardly. "I should probably go."

Karma says nothing for a moment. Then his lips part a little, like he's planning to ask him something. They both know Nagisa can't actually stay, though. He has work, for one. Plus… he's surely overstayed his welcome by this point, even if Karma doesn't actually know that yet. Nagisa just wishes this wasn't so… confusing.

He appears to make his mind up, pecking him. "Okay."

There's no need for this to be a dramatic affair. It's not like Nagisa has to spend every waking minute with Karma! He focuses on collecting all of his stuff, at least, which admittedly isn't much. Maybe he really should start preparing for this sort of thing more.

Karma at least pulls himself up to walk him out. There's no reason for this to feel so bittersweet. Yet, he finds himself savouring their kiss goodbye, which turns out to be tame and sweet, as though it's not going to happen again. He knows it is, though. At least that's enough to keep him going as he heads off on his own.

Funnily enough, Nagisa realises later with hindsight, if they'd managed to keep their hands off each other for just a few minutes longer, he might have actually heard a quite vital piece of information. In fact, there are many places on his journey home where he could have actually tuned into the news for once in his life.

But, no. Like a horse with blinders on, Nagisa manages to go all the way into work the next day without even glancing any of it. Maybe because he spent the rest of the weekend moping? By the time he's in the staff room, there are completely different things on his mind. Things beyond the usual scope of lesson plans.

Like, for example, Tsukasa, the resident P.E teacher who Nagisa hasn't actually broken things off with yet. Admittedly, that can't be entirely his fault. Nagisa's never been in a situation even close to this before, but it felt weird to cut things off over text. It's not like they were together really, but he still feels like he owes him a bit of an explanation.

Nagisa's original plan was going to be to try and catch him after work, maybe ask him to get a coffee or something. Again, he's not totally sure of the procedure here. Except, before Nagisa had actually had the chance to do that, Tsukasa informed him that his mother had called sometime during the day, to let him know his family dog had died. What's more, she wasn't coping very well, and with her fostering duties Tsukasa had decided to go back home to help out.

What was he meant to do? You can't just… dump someone when their dog dies and their family's falling apart!

He's due back, though. Honestly, Nagisa's been building himself up for it for a while. It's not you it's me. We're just better off as friends. It's just really bad timing. He just doesn't want to hurt his feelings, especially at what seems like a hard time. At the same time, though, Nagisa can't exactly string him along either.

It basically has to be today. Unfortunately, though, he's nowhere to be found in the staff room. Nagisa wanted to catch him early so he could ask him to meet after work.

One of the second year teachers blinks at him upon sight. "You're here?"

Nagisa frowns. "Why wouldn't I be?"

Her mouth parts for a moment, before she shuts it again. "Well… I guess there's no reason in particular, but…" She clears her throat. "Good luck with your class!"

That's… weird. And then, as if on cue, his phone vibrates from his pocket.

Karma: They're talking about you at work~

Karma: Seems like you caused quite the stir

Karma: MEXT might get their asses in gear for once lol

Karma: I'm so proud 3

What?

Nagisa: What do you mean?

Unfortunately, by the looks of things those messages had been sent around half an hour ago. Nagisa's phone must have just automatically connected to the school's WiFi. So, he probably wouldn't get a response for a while, or at least he hopes Karma isn't slacking off so early into the day. He's about to get seriously freaked out, though.

"Good morning."

Nagisa turns at the voice. He'd been dreading seeing Tsukasa again, but right then it actually feels like a relief. "Tsukasa kun! How was your trip?"

He raises an eyebrow. "It was okay, all in all. It's nice to visit home, I just wish it was under better circumstances, you know?"

"Of course," Nagisa nods. "Uhm, Listen-"

"I would," he says, "but I feel like you're going to be way too busy to chat. Headmaster wants to see you…" an uncertain smile creeps onto his face. "See you round?"

He feels stunned, honestly. Seriously, did Nagisa do something? That's also really not how he expected any kind of conversation with Tsukasa to go. Though, he figures that's something he's going to have to box for a little while, because it seems like there's more important things… He just wishes he didn't feel like he's walking directly in front of a firing squad as he approaches his boss' office.

"Sorry for the bother," Nagisa says when he enters, punctuating it with a light bow. "Y-you wanted to talk to me?"

"Please, take a seat."

Somehow it feels exactly like when he found out he was going to be transferred to 3E all those years ago.

His hands fall flat on the table. "You gave weapons to our first years?"

"What!?"

For effect, the headmaster slams what appears to be a local newspaper in front of him. Inside the so called 'Assassination Classroom'. Okay… that's not making things any clearer for him. His eyes scan over the article, though, only to catch sight of his own name mentioned clear as day. That's the opposite of comforting.

"When I encouraged you to do that interview," he said, "I thought it was just going to be a small discussion about personal touch. But this… this is blowing up online too. It was on NHK."

Suddenly, he gets a horrible feeling, remembering how Yuuji had asked him some questions that were a little off topic. Nagisa hadn't been in the best state of mind at the time, though. He can't actually remember all of what he said, but it can't have been that bad right? Then again… wait, did he say NHK?!

"I'm not sure I understand," Nagisa says honestly.

"Yes or no to the weapons," he presses though.

Nagisa gulps. "Only… toys, really. Nothing anyone could hurt themselves with."

The headmaster's shoulders slumped a bit. "Oh, good. That's good. I was concerned I would have to call the police."

"Uhm," Nagisa says, "is there a problem with that?"

"Well," he replies, "what exactly is it that you do with them? In your own words, right now."

Did Yuuji seriously write an article about this? "I-it's just a joke, really. My, uhm, m-my first teaching job? Those kids were a little rough around the edges, and they kept threatening to kill me, so I took them up on the offer? But they ended up bonding over it, I think it burnt off some of that extra energy, and they stared to apply themselves to their studies. I-I promise it doesn't detract from the rest of their work!"

He's met with a stare, mostly. "Your class had the best performance last year."

"T-they're great kids…"

"It's an… unconventional method."

"I didn't even come up with it," Nagisa defends. "It's… kind of like how my favourite teacher from junior high taught us."

The headmaster leans forward in his chair. "The one who kept you hostage?"

Right. Nagisa forgets how public that was, sometimes. And he can't really do much about it, considering his gag order from the Ministry of Defence. He's starting to understand how this might look, though. It's not like he trusts Yuuji, but he's pretty sure he wouldn't have written about him being crazy. How other people interpret it, however… It would be a pretty easy narrative, that he's just traumatised or something.

"Listen, Shiota," he clears his throat. "I'm not against it, per say. But you have to understand the position I'm in. Especially with the publicity this school has had recently… People might start to ask questions. I've already had phone calls from parents."

Nagisa's eyes meet the ground.

"Just… Tone it down for now?" He continues. "And I'd like you to get a psychological assessment, as soon as convenient."

Honestly, Nagisa's shocked he's not being fired at this point. He's not about to question the decision. If anything, he feels bad for putting everyone in an awkward position. This sort of education is normal to him… but it hadn't been at first, had it? Maybe he's been forgetting that piece. Tone it down. He doesn't like it, but he probably just needs to let this die down. It will eventually.

Whatever the case, he dives out of that office as fast as his feet will carry him, resolving to read that story as soon as he can.