There are many ways Nagisa likes to spend his downtime after work. Sometimes, that's grading, which seems counter intuitive but it's actually pretty relaxing sometimes. More recently it's being pounded into a mattress six ways to Sunday. But this? Nagisa doesn't hate cafes. It's not his first activity of choice, certainly, but there are worse places. He doesn't hate coffee either. Coffee's good most of the time.

Sitting opposite from Tsukasa with a weird blanket of tension, though? Not one of them.

Tsukasa clears his throat. "Is it just me or has it been crazy busy recently?"

Nagisa almost breathes a sigh of relief. "Yeah, it's been a lot."

The air thickens once more. There's not a lot he can do, though. He already used up talking about the weather when he asked Tsukasa to come with him here. To talk! To… inform him that he has a boyfriend? To be honest, Nagisa's not fully sure the technicalities of this situation. They went on a date one time, but he doesn't know if that entitles him to anything… An explanation at least won't hurt, though.

Taking a sip of his coffee, Tsukasa leans forward in his chair. "Seems like you're some kind of minor celebrity at this point."

He scrunches his nose. "I don't know about that."

"It's already starting to blow over."

"Maybe…" Nagisa hesitates.

Tsukasa clears his throat. "Actually, I'm glad you wanted to talk. I've been meaning to catch a good moment."

"Oh?"

Tsukasa takes another sip of his coffee, before looking kind of… pained? "There's really no good way to say this, is there?" He laughs awkwardly. "I guess we haven't really talked about it, but we went out that time so…" he hesitates. "I've been really busy recently and I just don't have time to focus on things like dating. I hope you can understand… and that this doesn't make things awkward at work."

Nagisa blinks.

Did he just get dumped before he could do the planned dumping?

A part of him wants to feel a little hurt, maybe even offended. Though… isn't this a good thing? In fact, it gets him off the hook. Now he doesn't even need to explain that he's actually had a boyfriend the whole time Tsukasa's been back, but hasn't mentioned it yet. So Nagisa should really just let this happen.

"It's not you," he says, "it's me. You know?"

Somehow that makes it worse. "Uhm," he says, "are we still friends?"

Tsukasa smiles. "Of course. Yeah."

He breathes a sigh of relief at that, founded or otherwise. Tsukasa's a nice person after all, and Nagisa doesn't want to make things awkward. In fact, it's kind of nice to have a friend he'll get to see regularly. It's not like he doesn't have any otherwise! Of course he's still close with everyone from 3E, and he has friends from high school and university. But… Nagisa tends to get distracted with things like work, and he knows he's not the best at keeping up with everyone naturally. And, well, he figures he can't count Karma as a friend anymore.

In fact, there's a slight misery to him after he says his goodbyes to Tsukasa and walks back to his own apartment alone. It's becoming increasingly clear that he doesn't know what to do with himself when he's not doing something with Karma, or else distracted by work or too tired to care. This time, though, he doesn't even have the option of texting him. Nagisa knows he's not free.

After-work drinks are normal. In fact, expected in many fields. For once, it's not some kind of self doubt thing. Nagisa's pretty confident that Karma would rather hang out with him than his colleagues. But… it's also putting him in an awkward position, isn't it? There's only so many times he can blow off an invite, and Nagisa definitely doesn't want a part of it to be for his sake.

It's part of the reason why he'd got the coffee with Tsukasa right then in the first place.

Maybe he needs a hobby. Reading is not the best choice, he's realised. It keeps leading him to doing things. Conceptually though, it doesn't suit him much. He still has this unfulfilled urge to study. He's probably about one sketched out spider diagram away from looking mentally unstable. In fact, when he gets home and decides to actually take a look at his most recent notebook, it's almost entirely full.

The one thing about it keeping him from pouring over its contents too much, at least, is the embarrassment. Sure, they're insanely useful, but there's only so long he can stare at pages about various blowjob techniques. The last few pages of his notes are quite a bit tamer, though. More than anything, it's an attempt to unpack this whole romance thing.

A little sluggish, he decides to just set the book closed and take a shower instead. Though, he kind of wishes for once that he actually had a bath. It's not something he usually misses that much, considering it's not exactly difficult to just go to a bath house if he really wants to. But in terms of time wasting, there's only so long he can stand underneath the spray.

It's too early to sleep, but he ends up lying flat anyway. His mind isn't empty enough to consider it meditation by any means, though. Somehow, he definitely manages to zone out a little, because a sudden knock to his door makes his heart jump out of his chest. A second knock follows right after, weirdly urgent.

"K-karma?" He blinks, opening the door. "Wha-"

He doesn't get to finish his sentence. In fact, he can't even really take in his appearance, because he's being kissed violently. Nagisa can't react to that much either, Karma's not letting him. For one, it's confusing. Especially when Karma's fingers tug at the hem of his pyjama top, like he wants it off. Nagisa can't help but wonder if he summoned him somehow.

Karma has to breathe eventually, though.

He almost seems to be gasping, like he's not even sure what's going on. Finally, Nagisa observes, as far as he can at least. He's certainly tense, consciousness on some kind of high alert. His face is kind of red, too, though Nagisa's not sure that it's an angry thing. In fact, he can slightly taste the hint of beer on his lips. He's not sure that he's drunk, but…

"D-did something happen?"

The look on Karma's face tells him that something probably did. He almost looks a little bit like a kicked puppy. There's some conflict there, though, like he's really not sure how much information to reveal to him.

"What, I can't some see you?"

So nothing, apparently.

Nagisa can't question him further, because he's being kissed again. He's sure the door is closed at some point, as he feels himself being paced backwards. It feels like the air in his lungs is burning up from the inside out. There's something desperate in the way Karma's holding onto his back, too, as though he's afraid he's going to leave.

It's kind of hard to be rational at a time like this. For one, Karma's an amazing kisser, though that's been a long established fact. On top of that, he is also his boyfriend, and who doesn't enjoy kissing their boyfriend? So yes, Nagisa can't think straight with Karma invading his senses. All he has to do is dig his nails slightly into his back, and Nagisa already feels his eyes flutter.

Though, Nagisa finds himself strangely aware. It's really not that unusual for Karma to be a little rough with him. Admittedly, Nagisa probably likes it that way more often than not. Something about this, though, feels off. Maybe, he considers, he's picking up something on a consciousness level. Not that he has any clue what.

"Karma…" he finds the will to break away from him, putting some distance between them. "You seem a little…"

He darkens. That's the best way Nagisa can describe it. It's not like the gut wrenching fear he used to feel with his mother or anything, it's more like there's just something… off. Frustratingly, as good as Nagisa's senses are, he's not an actual mind reader. He wishes he was. He would have a much easier time if only he could read Karma's thoughts.

"I'm fine," he says.

Nagisa swallows. "We can talk about i-"

He doesn't finish because Karma pulls him in by the waist, fingers digging into his skin. "I can think of at least ten things to do that beat talking."

Honestly, Nagisa's a little disappointed in his body for reacting to it. Even though it makes sense… he usually enjoys it a lot when Karma touches him like this. He just can't shake this feeling of 'not okay', though. And then he considers… it finally happened? Nagisa's not horny anymore! For the first time in months! He's finally fixed! He actively has the invitation of sex and he doesn't even want to take it!

The sense of achievement swiftly fades when he considers the reality of his situation. It's not like he can make Karma talk about whatever it is. And clearly… this is what he wants to do. In fact, there almost seems to be a desperation in the way Karma's looking at him. As though maybe he needs this somehow. Nagisa's learnt, relatively recently, that a lot can be communicated without using words. Maybe it's like that. Maybe he just needs to feel close to him for some reason.

Knowing that he'll probably end up regretting it, but with no better option coming to him, Nagisa lets Karma kiss him again. It's about as enthusiastic as he can reasonably muster. Either Karma doesn't notice or doesn't care, though, because he pushes Nagisa backwards towards his bed completely undeterred.

It feels a little crazy, since Karma's initiating this entire thing, but Nagisa feels a sinking pit of guilt, like he's taking advantage of his emotional state. To make matters worse he can feel himself start to get hard with Karma's weight above him, where they're practically lined up as it is. Traitor. So it seems he's still a slave to his body in some ways.

Apparently wanting to get to the point, Karma's hands start tugging at his clothes, and Nagisa lets him get them off. He hesitates one last time, before returning the favour. It's times like this when Nagisa realises what a terrible invention button down shirts were. He doesn't quite feel like ripping it from his body, so it ends up being tedious. The slight shaking in his hands makes it worse.

When he actually manages to get it undone, things slow down for just a second. Mostly, because even at a time like this Nagisa kind of can't help himself from staring at Karma's chest. He's kneeling at this point, as Nagisa sits up to get better access, so he pretty much has a prime view. It's flushed a crimson shade, though maybe that's just from whatever alcohol he'd had. When it comes to stripping it off, though, Karma just watches him do it. Not sure what kind of scrutiny he's under, Nagisa shoots him a gentle smile.

For some reason, Karma seems to relax a little at that. At least, his chest begins to heave less. It's enough to make Nagisa reconsider. If this is actually making him feel better… then he's worrying about nothing, isn't he? Maybe it's all just a comfort thing.

He must have been lingering for too long, because Karma tilts his chin up with his fingers, making him look him in the eye. "Tell me you have lube here at this point."

Nagisa almost finds himself giggling at the intensity of his tone. He's not exactly in that kind of mood. Such a serious stare… for a kind of embarrassing object. He doesn't verbally respond, but his nod appears to be enough. Honestly, that purchase felt like a good step at the time. It had also been kind of necessary, because surprisingly the sexting has only increased since the start of their squared relationship, and Nagisa quickly came to realise its value. Of course, he didn't buy it in person or anything. That's what Amazon Prime is for.

Karma raises an eyebrow, when he retrieves it from under his bed. "Condoms?"

He flushes, averting his eyes. "I don't have those."

Though, he probably should at this point. In fact, he should have bought some a long time ago. It's not like they ever went through the etiquette of this, but Nagisa thinks it's a bit impolite to expect Karma to buy them all the time. They're in a relationship now. It's pretty much guaranteed that they'll use them at some point. Nagisa just needs to get over it.

He swallows, and refocuses his eyes, winding one hand around to the back of Karma's head. "I-I don't mind, though."

Karma's eyes seem to glaze over for a moment, before they're suddenly horizontal again. It's actually a little awkward. Nagisa's bed is relatively small, and it's flimsy at best. During strong earthquakes he's seen it move halfway across the room. He tries to make as much space between his legs as he can, but it's not exactly comfortable.

Thankfully it doesn't seem like they're going to be drawing it out for very long.

His body has, in general, become pretty pliant to this recently. Maybe he'd be embarrassed, if not for the convenience. Still, it's not very long before Karma lines himself up and pushes in, by which point Nagisa's reservations are gone for the most part. Though, it's hard to think about anything else at all like this.

When Karma doesn't stretch him out much with his fingers, it burns a bit at first. Nagisa doesn't mind much, considering there are other things to distract him. In fact, there's a part of him that weirdly enjoys the sensation. It's been hurting less and less though, to where he'd probably categorise it more as 'discomfort' than pain.

He can feel the tension in Karma's torso, which his arms have wrapped themselves around. Well… his tiny bed really isn't that comfortable. It's pretty hard to relax himself fully with his position weirdly contorted. Karma's only holding out, now fully sheaved inside him, because he feels like he should, not because he wants to.

So, Nagisa coils around him, pulling him as close as he can. Karma gets the message. Though Nagisa actively encouraged it, the force still catches him a little off guard. His breath hitches in a gasp as he's slammed in to, his head rolling back. It's confusing, like he can't quite decide if he needs distance or closeness. Either way, he keeps himself wrapped around him.

Everything about this is hot like a fever, like his skin could just melt off. It feels like he's combusting from the inside, too, and Karma's heavy breathing isn't doing much to help him. He's vaguely aware that his poor bed is being tested to its absolute limit, but he can't concentrate on it for too long. It's more like his focus is being thrown around helplessly.

Not to say he doesn't feel good. He does! Extremely. Maybe he's just used to something more… targeted? Of course he responds, moving himself back against him, his back arching up. Plus, he's definitely getting some stimulation given the closeness of their bodies. Encouraged to get some more, he ends up with his hands in Karma's hair, tugging him down as his own head moves up, a kiss landing on the juncture of his neck.

Karma stiffens instantly at that, before yanking out of him so suddenly it feels like whiplash. He groans deeply, before releasing across his stomach. Huh. Nagisa feels a wave of bleariness fall over him, though mostly he just tries to catch his breath. It appears Karma's doing the same, visibly slumping.

There's not much room here, though, so he's still kind of on top of him rather than rolling to the side.

Then it's like a spike of energy goes through him. "Oh," he says, reaching for him with his hand. "You didn't-"

"It's fine," Nagisa speaks without thinking.

Karma's brow furrows. "But-"

Nagisa holds his hand for a moment instead. "I mean it. I promise. I'm actually kind of tired."

There's a pause, before he seems to concede. "Okay. I'll get something to clean at least."

He finds himself shifting, leaning his arm blindly over the edge of the bed. Right next to where the lube would have been… he locates his small collection of wipes. They're just convenient at this point. Plus, it feels much less abrasive than tissues or toilet paper.

"Having to walk all the way to the bathroom is kind of annoying, so…"

A smirk returns to Karma's face. "So that's what the lube's for?"

He shoves at his chest. "Shut up."

Once he's clean, which feels kind of nice really, and his erection goes away relatively quickly, Karma barely even moves. In fact, he shifts slightly so he's not directly on top of him, and wraps an arm securely across his chest. Not that he can actually go far. And that's when Nagisa realises he fully intends to sleep here. In his single bed? They barely even fit! Though… Nagisa's been at Karma's place so often, it's probably fair.

He doesn't mind. Well, it's a little hot in a not so comfortable way. And it would be nice to go retrieve his pyjamas, maybe that would make him feel less sweaty. There seems to be very little chance of moving though. And whatever's going on with Karma… he doesn't seem to be over it yet, given the way he's clinging to him.

Though, he falls asleep pretty quickly. That much is obvious from the light snores being directed right against his ear. It's not loud enough to be annoying or anything. But, Nagisa can't help but stare at the ceiling, his stomach tying itself in knots. Is Karma going to want to talk about it in the morning at least?

His eyes fall closed at some point, because the next thing he knows, he's actually alone. It's a slow kind of waking up, like he can't quite place his whereabouts for a few minutes. Though, the noise of some sort of crash snaps him out of it, and he jolts mostly upright.

"Good morning," Karma says, from his small kitchen. Well, he could barely call it a kitchen. It's more like a kitchenette at most.

It almost feels weird that it wasn't a dream. "Uhm… hi?"

Karma looks weird. His hair is wet, so Nagisa's guessing he took a shower. He's only wearing his underwear, which would usually be fun and all but it's not exactly warm. He also can't help the slight flush on his face, noticing the fading but still present line of marks across his chest. Completely his fault. At least he's not hung-over? Hung-over Karma is basically a zombie.

He has an annoyed expression. "You have no food here."

"R-right," Nagisa realises, starting to move before realising he's still completely naked. Instead, he gathers the sheets around his body, toeing his discarded pyjama bottoms over towards him. "Sorry, I didn't know you were coming."

Karma doesn't look impressed with the response. "Then what do you eat?"

His eyes travel to the floor. "W-well… I guess I pick something up after work? But I've eaten at your place recently a lot…"

"You don't even have rice."

Pulling on his pyjama bottoms, he gets up, wincing slightly as he inspects the cupboard Karma has open. He's right. Actually, it looks like he's running out of a lot of things. More than usual. When was the last time he went shopping?

"I usually do," he defends. "I didn't realise I was out."

Karma rolls his eyes. "No wonder you're so small."

"Huh?"

"Living like this," he gestures, "you stunted your growth."

"I don't think that's how it works." He mutters. Karma's one to talk, anyway! His diet is like, 70% sugar. "I guess I don't think about it much. I'm not that good at cooking, so I don't spend time on it."

Karma frowns. "You make me breakfast sometimes."

"Breakfast," he emphasises. "And it's not like I have time to do that every morning."

He looks at him for a moment. "Get dressed. We're going shopping."

It's more of a demand, than a request. Maybe he's lucky it's so early, because Nagisa can't muster the will to try and fight him about it. Though, actually looking at his phone briefly, it's pretty late. Almost lunch time, really. Nagisa hadn't meant to sleep in so long… Not that he feels well rested in the slightest.

One very brief shower later, and then after finding some clothes for the day, Nagisa finally starts to process his strange morning. It gives him more questions than answers, though. Right then, he also doesn't want to bring up the whole topic of what happened the night before. It's uncomfortable to not say anything either, though.

Karma… he's wearing his trousers from the night before, but he's staring at his shirt with slight distain. Nagisa doesn't blame him. Walking around smelling like Eau de Izakaya isn't exactly ideal to him either.

"Hang on," Nagisa says, and digs around in the small wardrobe, before producing one of Karma's jumpers. "You can wear this."

Karma tilts his head in confusion. "You have this?"

He freezes, realising exactly what he just did. "U-uhm…"

A dangerous smile grows on Karma's face. "So you've been stealing my clothes?"

"Not stealing," he gets out.

"No?" Karma's hand goes to his chin, forcing him to look at him. "I don't remember gifting it to you."

"You clearly didn't miss it," Nagisa retorts, "if you didn't notice until now."

He falters. "Touché."

The heat that seems to beam between them is too much. "W-where do you want to go, anyway?"

Karma just looks at him. "To get you food that's edible," he pulls the jumper over his head. "C'mon."

Yeah, it's far from a typical morning. Nagisa starts to wonder if this is a date. Though, the simple act of going anywhere with Karma doesn't automatically qualify, does it? Especially something as mundane and normal as this. Though, maybe that's the separation between merely dating and being a squared couple. Something about that pleases him more than it should.

"Maybe we should have gone to Costco," Karma says, standing in the supermarket entrance.

"You pay for that?"

He shrugs. "I have ways."

Nagisa decidedly doesn't want to know. "It's not that small anyway," he says. "They have… stuff."

Karma looks down at him. "Get a basket, then."

"What are we getting, exactly?"

"Lunch," he shrugs.

Nagisa tries to hold back his exasperation. "I meant like a list of ingredients."

"It's up here," he taps his head innocently. "Shouldn't waste paper, anyway."

"I wasn't wasting paper-"

Karma hums. "We use about 200 kilos of paper per year each here in Japan. If everyone round the world did that, there'd be no trees left. Not to mention the costs in water."

Nagisa can't help but gape at him.

"What?" he shrugs. "I had to read a whole stack of documents about it. Weird that they made it hard copies, considering."

He knows he shouldn't even ask but… "How is that anything to do with your job?"

"Oh," he says, "it was actually about some new factory someone wants to build. But our environment guy is kind of passionate. He always beefs up his reports like he's trying to make a minimum word count."

Nagisa's unsurprised, actually, but decides right then that they're not going to get anywhere with this discussion. Instead, Nagisa picks some instant ramen off the shelf next to them, doing his best to ignore the judgy look in Karma's eyes. It's quick to make and it doesn't expire fast. He's taking it. If they get hit with a sudden typhoon or something, Karma would thank him. Not that it's typhoon season.

"Hey, what are you in the mood for?"

This whole meal thing was because Karma was hungry.

"Something simple?"

Karma grabs a bag of rice that would probably take him about a month to get through into the basket, instantly weighing his arm down. "Okay," he replies cheerily.

Nagisa wonders if he's planning something. He doesn't detect any mal-intent, but there are different levels when it comes to Karma. Capital B Bad stuff? Nagisa can tell before he's even formulated his plan. But he's gotten better at hiding the lighter stuff that would fit the categories of minor nuisance or irritation. It doesn't help that he's been a lot more… smiley recently either.

He stops by the fish counter, as though deep in thought.

"This seems complicated," Nagisa says. "I don't even have the proper oven for this."

Karma folds his arms, and mutters something under his breath.

He looks up at him. "…They only play that song on weekdays."

He actually pouts. "Really?"

"Yeah," Nagisa pulls him by the arm, which is quite the task given the general weight of Karma and the basket in his other hand. "It gets busy on weekends."

"You go here a lot," he comments.

"It's the closest to my apartment," Nagisa thinks, and then scrutinises it. Why would that even be significant enough? Karma clearly has a wide range of ingredients at his disposal, so he must shop at some point. He also kind of doubts that it's all from Costco. Unless… actually, Nagisa realises it makes perfect sense that Karma probably just gets home delivery. That theory is only about 80% certainty though.

They end up with a whole variety of food, which Nagisa can tell is only going to make one dish. He can't help but think that defeats the point of actually shopping like this, considering it would be a lot cheaper to just buy a meal from somewhere else. Though, Karma really is a good cook. It probably is better than most of the cheap options he could easily buy.

Almost like a kid trying to sneak in some last minute candy, Nagisa notices a cartoon of strawberry milk being scanned through the register, which he definitely didn't put there. Karma looks too pleased with himself for it.

"Do you have a point card?" The part timer asks cheerfully.

"Yeah," Nagisa hands it over, because he actually does.

Karma nudges him. "You sure you don't want to reconsider the housewife career path~?"

Nagisa glares at him.

"Cash or card?"

He hands a wad of notes over, because he can sense it's not the right time to start counting exact change. At least Karma decides to actually help with the packing portion. Nagisa can't help but think it might just be so he can take his drink, though. He's actually a little surprised when he takes one of the bags out of the shop, which at least takes some of the pressure off.

"So," Karma says, taking a sip from the milk carton, "back to your place?"

"Sure," Nagisa responds, though he's not sure where else they could have possibly gone.

The part of his head he wishes he could shut off sometimes starts creeping up. Is Karma really okay? He's been acting a lot more like himself this morning, but… Nagisa scrunches his nose. It feels like there's a kind of edge to it. Like he's actually trying to push away whatever that was the night before. He still really wants to get to the bottom of that somehow.

Karma seems like he just wants to do his going through the motions thing. "Okay," he rolls up his sleeves almost as soon as they're back, "you ready?"

Honestly, Nagisa hadn't realised this was an actual lesson, but he's not exactly mad about that fact. He always likes watching Karma in action, when he really has his mind to something, and now he basically has a free excuse to straight up stare at him. Admittedly, he makes pretty decent use of the space laying out the ingredients, given there's not much of it in the first place.

"Uhm," he says, "what are you actually making?"

Nagisa might love him, but he's kind of a suckish teacher when it comes to actual pedagogy.

"Katsudon," Karma grins. "Home classic."

It's pretty hard to go wrong with it, Nagisa will give him that. He supposes it's probably been quite a while since he had it from scratch like this. Preparing and breadcrumbing meat is time consuming no matter what. Still, Karma looks frighteningly skilful with the knife. Nagisa finds himself forgetting when he hasn't seen it for a while.

"You want a turn?" Karma finally looks up, tilting his head.

"There's no point in both of us getting our hands dirty," Nagisa points out.

Karma grins, reaching out for him anyway, as though he wanted to hold hands innocently. "But then we can do this."

With his hand now covered in the kind of gross texture of egg and panko, Nagisa supposes he's in it now. In any other circumstance, he'd probably enjoy interlacing his fingers with Karma's like this. It's kind of hard to get to the romantic appeal though. The egg is a little off putting, to say the least.

"Eugh," Nagisa turns, going to rinse his hand under the sink. And to hide his slight flush.

Soon enough, though, they have a whole meal most of the way prepared. A part of Nagisa cringes at the amount of oil needed to effectively deep fry the pork cutlet, but he'll live with it. Considering it's pretty much the main aspect of the entire dish. It smells pretty great, too. One of the few times his small apartment is advantageous.

"Now we wait," Karma says. "Unless you want to cut some spring onions."

"Sure," Nagisa takes the knife from him. He can do this.

It takes only three seconds.

"You're doing it wrong," Karma comments. He's hovering, over his shoulder.

"I know how to hold a knife," Nagisa says.

Karma appears to hesitate for a moment. "When you're trying to cut a person, maybe. But it's better to do it like this when it's a vegetable."

He doesn't have time to feel offended by the comment. Karma's demonstrating is slotting himself behind him, almost in a hug position, as his arms come around on top of Nagisa's to correct his hold. Given his height, it's easy enough for Karma to see over his shoulder. Maybe this would actually be a decent teaching method. But Karma's excessively close to him, in fact literally pressed against him. Weirdly enough, Nagisa's pretty sure it's an innocent gesture for once.

As it turns out, though, his 'fix' was apparently temporary. It seems he's right back to the innate horniness at Karma basically doing anything. Nagisa's the worst! He's literally just chopping a spring onion, and all it takes his Karma's presence? He tries to will it away, or at least ignore it, but he's getting harder by the millisecond.

He turns his head. "Karma."

"What?"

Nagisa's not even sure in what way he's frustrated.

To make matters worse, Karma just kisses him on the cheek, before stepping away from him entirely. "I'll go start the rice."

Nagisa has never cared less about rice in his life. In fact, his eyes start burning into Karma's back. His hand is shaking so bad he has to actually let go of the knife. This isn't fair. Every little movement Karma makes with that rice is like a ringing in his skull. Nagisa has half a mind to snatch it away and dump it over his head or something. How long exactly does it take to work a rice cooker anyway?!

They lock eyes for a moment, and Karma looks a little confused, before his stance shifts entirely. "Don't remember food fetish from your list."

He clenches his jaw. "I don't-"

Karma's hands trap him either side of the counter. "Are you saying you have a me fetish instead?"

Heat becoming overwhelming, Nagisa looks down. "That's ridiculous…"

He's not even sure he believes himself, though.

His eyes snap back to attention when he senses Karma fall to his knees. "What are you-"

"Starter course," Karma says nonchalantly, and works his trouser button open. He throbs in response, and can't really muster the energy to be mad about it. "Bon appetit."

A mixture of alarm, straight up arousal, and overwhelm race through him. Even more so when Karma presses a teasing kiss against his lower abdomen. With how on edge he suddenly seems to be, he shudders instantly, glad he's able to support himself by clutching against the counter. He has no doubt he'd melt into a puddle on the floor otherwise.

"It'll be done in like ten minutes," Nagisa protests, but it's as half hearted as it gets.

Karma cocks an eyebrow. "That a challenge?"

Nagisa sucks in a breath, the heat in his stomach burning even lower. It turns out maybe his lack of satisfaction really has carried over from last night. He's pretty much done for here, and he's pretty sure Karma knows it.

"Besides," Karma says, pulling him out finally, "I," he sucks a kiss to his base, "owe", another, "you".

Breath hitching, Nagisa gives in, clutching his hand against Karma's head.