Chapter 2 - Karma

A/N: Thanks for the positive responses XD WAH I was not expecting so many favs and follows, many thanks!
So here are some important questions...
Will there be pairings? No I want to mke this fic general, sorry :(
Who's the boss OC? Nobody, not gonna appear anytime soon, he's a random guy I made out of thin air.
Warning: English isn't my first language and omg i forgot i had this chapter sitting in my laptop for months and forgot to upload it.
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"Nagisa."

Nagisa 'hmm'-ed as he flops onto his bed, exhausted from yet another day of never ending lessons. A year and a half has passed since he attended school, and there is no other word to describe it other than absolute hell- okay, maybe not compared to his assassin days, but still. He watched Karma, standing and fiddling with something on the corner of his room... but whatever, he at least trusted the red head enough not to blow his apartment up.
Today, Karma came home with him to help with his godawful grades, despite being quite the skilled assassin, Nagisa lacks the motivation to study what he doesn't want to. After all, who wants to when they are faced with those fake smiles and not less fake pats in the back whenever you got a good enough grade.

"Oi." Karma calls again, this time throwing a random plastic bottle at him- which he dodged with no effort. Nagisa grunted and rolled over to sit on his bed, rubbing his eyes.

"Yes, yes what is it." Nagisa paused to see just what Karma's so interested in, after all, just what is good enough in his barely furnished room to make Karma throw things at-

Shit.

Karma was still hunched over his cupboard -the cupboard that has firepower which could kill an entire city in Nagisa's hands- knocking it over and over in every nook and cranny he could find. Okay, maybe Karma knew he has some sort of evil desire to murder his own teacher -once, he hid it perfectly since then- but he certainly did not know that his girl-like friend owns guns, and a rocket launcher, and grenades... Who knows just what Karma would speculate his former occupation- knowing Karma, he would guess accurately.

Nagisa schooled his expression, instantly plastering a confused-annoyed look on his face and threw the bottle back at Karma, feigning indifference.

"This cupboard... It's locked." Karma said, then looked at Nagisa, and smirked. "You're hiding something here, aren't you."

"Guess." Nagisa said as nonchalantly as possible.

Karma hummed, still poking the cupboard, then his eyes flashed in a very telling way- the ones when he figured something out and is sure he is 99% correct.

"It's your porn stash isn't it?"

Nagisa squeaked.

xxxx

"You have a secret compartment for your secret-" Nagisa glared from under his gigantic schoolbook, he never corrected Karma's wild ideas of what lies in the locked cupboard, but it worked to his favor anyway, "books, right, and a bed, a kitchen, a tiny tree, tell me how you could live in that hell hole."

Nagisa was offended. "What? I'm comfortable."

Karma shot him an incredulous look.

xxxx

"Hey Karma..."

This is the fourth time Nagisa caught the red head hanging around with one of the teachers, and it's starting to worry him. Karma doesn't notice the sneer that was sent to Nagisa's way, well, he knew he is infamous for being a 'bad student' for having bad grades but it doesn't mean they could go and act like he's a garbage or something! Nagisa suppressed a growl as his friend made his way to Nagisa, who was walking aimlessly in the school corridors before calling out to Karma.

Karma settled to walk beside him, a proud smile on his face. Nagisa frowned, "Karma, you know that he's not really..."

"Huh? What are you talking about Nagisa?" Karma asked, "Oh you mean sensei? He said he's got my back."

"That's not what I meant..."

Nagisa quieted down as Karma chattered about his day, the subject never touched again.

xxxx

One day the seat right next to his became empty. It was Karma's.

Maybe the red-head was just sick, it is getting rainy and Karma's not as invulnerable as he liked, it's completely normal.

Until days became weeks, Nagisa tried to call Karma a few times, but he never answers.

Finally he asks around, tuning in to the gossips around his school he was content to ignore just a few days ago. At first everybody was hesitant to answer him, but they relented after he pulled his most innocent face to mimic a creature that will never mean harm, of course like anybody else it worked perfectly on them.

Apparently Karma was suspended, why? Because he helped a class 3-E student that was being bullied.

Nagisa's face instantly morphed into a scowl as he stomped off to Karma's house, leaving his bewildered classmates behind.

xxxx

Karma twitched as Nagisa jumped into a rather plain room -contrasting Karma's eccentric personality- trough an open window, noticing the others presence.

"I knew you're gonna come sooner or later." Karma said from under the bundle of blankets he curled himself in.

Nagisa's angry, beyond angry, but he schooled a calm facade and sighed as he strutted towards Karma's bed, "I've warned you."

Karma growled, he hates to have his mistakes pointed out, especially by the painfully blunt angry Nagisa. Having heard the noise Nagisa jabbed what he assumed was Karma's side -even he couldn't tell where Karma really is under those blankets- and earned a yelp.

"Fine, yeah, you win."

Another jab.

"Ow! What the hell?" Karma shouted as he tore the thick layers of blankets off him to look at Nagisa. "You want me to say sorry? Fine, I'm sorry."

"Well its your fault after all."

The red on Karma's cheeks grew darker in embarrassment, a bad habit of his. Although rare, Karma turns into a bright red tomato when he gets angry or embarrassed, one time Nagisa would snap a photo or two of it, but now Karma would most likely throw him out of the window.

The two of them was silent, Karma refusing to look into Nagisa's eyes in shame and Nagisa glaring holes into him. Finally, Karma relented, and sighed.

"I'm going to class E, okay? Now leave me alone please."

"Oh, me too." Nagisa said nonchalantly, Karma turned to him with wide eyes. "What? You know it, I know it, the teacher's been hinting all year long."

A look crossed over Karma's face, he's thinking about new future expectations now that he knows that there will at least be one person who could understand him in the infamous class E. As expected Karma smiled, relieved "Well I guess it wouldn't be so boring, then."

Nagisa smiled back at him. So this is what it feels like to have a friend, Nagisa thought. It's not bad, not bad at all.