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It was late into the evening on a Friday, and Karma was alone in his apartment, casually reviewing some boring government budgeting documents. Normally on a Friday evening, he would be on the couch watching some cheesy action movie with Nagisa. They had been dating for a while now, and somehow this specific activity had become a bit of a weekly tradition.
Unfortunately for Karma, Nagisa had been invited by his coworkers to go out drinking after work, which left Karma all alone with nothing but paperwork to keep him company.
However, the silence of the apartment was soon interrupted when Karma overheard the quiet yet unmistakable sound of metal scraping against metal, of someone trying to pick the lock to a door.
With an arrogant huff and a smirk on his face, Karma rose from his seat and sauntered towards the front door.
“Really? Don't they know just whose apartment this is?” Karma murmured as he fetched a kitchen knife. He had no intention of harming whoever it was that thought it was a good idea to break into his apartment of all places, but he also wasn't above giving them a good scare. Besides, it's just self defence, no?
Silently approaching the door, Karma moved himself to the side, ready to strike the moment the door opened.
“C’mon, don't keep me waiting now,” Karma murmured to himself as he stood idle and ready.
With a final click, the door unlocked and the doorknob slowly began to turn.
Karma was ready to take the intruder into a chokehold when suddenly-
“Karmaaa~!” A familiar voice called out to him from the other side of the door.
A familiar, drunken, voice.
Before he could even finish processing the situation, the intruder had swiftly let himself in and wrapped his arms around Karma's waist with a drunken giggle.
“...Nagisa?” Karma asked a moment later, looking down at his clearly very drunk boyfriend.
“Mhm,” Nagisa murmured back.
After a moment's pause to collect himself, Karma spoke back up. “You know, if you lost your keys, you could've just called me. Or even knocked. Y'know, like a normal person?”
Karma loosened his grip on the knife for a fraction of a second, which was apparently all the time that Nagisa needed.
“Hey, what's this?” Nagisa asked, suddenly in possession of a kitchen knife. “This is dangerous, Karma, you shouldn't play with knives!”
Karma couldn’t help but let out a fond smile at Nagisa’s drunken attempt at scolding him. It was endearing, cute even, in a ridiculous kind of way.
“My bad, Nagisa. Next time someone tries to break into my apartment I'll make sure to arm myself with an inflatable baseball bat instead. Is that better? Or should I be worried that I might choke on the helium?” Karma replied sarcastically, pulling Nagisa off him.
He took the knife back and walked back over to the kitchen to put it away. “Really, I think we should be more worried about how you were able to disarm me like that, all without me noticing and while completely plastered.”
A second later, he turned back around to face Nagisa. “You still haven't answered my question, by the way. You could've at least told me you were coming home.”
“Hm? Told you…? Home…?” Nagisa repeated with a drunken slur.
Karma let out a sigh. Nagisa was completely and totally wasted right now. “Remind me to have a serious word with your coworkers tomorrow. So, how do you feel? You aren't going to vomit are you? Because if you are, you’ll be sleeping on the couch tonight.”
“I'm fine, I'm fine~” Nagisa replied cheerfully. “How about you, handsome~?”
Karma froze.
Is Nagisa… drunk flirting with me right now?
Karma smirked. “Wow, you're really drunk tonight. Man, I'm looking forward to seeing your face tomorrow when you remember this.”
He took a step closer. “But, to answer your question, yes, Nagisa, I'm doing fine. Great, even. Although, I suppose I'm just a bit upset that my boyfriend decided to stay out late, and then didn't even send me a text saying he was coming home.”
“Whaaat? How rude of him!” Nagisa replied earnestly.
Karma couldn't help but let out an amused chuckle. “How rude, indeed. I'll make sure to complain about it to him tomorrow, when he's all sober.”
“...So, do you come here often?” Nagisa asked next.
At first, Karma just stared at Nagisa, before a large grin slowly stretched across his face. He had to bite the inside of his mouth to stop himself from laughing. Nagisa not realising that he was the "rude boyfriend" Karma was just complaining about was one thing, but this? Asking him if he comes here, to his own apartment, often? That was something entirely else.
Oh you are so drunk, aren't you?
Karma wasn't about to pass up this opportunity. He wanted to mess with him, just a bit.
“...Do I come here often?” He repeated the question, slowly. “Hmm, I don't know. I suppose I do. It's quite a nice place. Nice atmosphere, exclusive, good security, usually quite hard to get into, actually. You could say I practically live here, in fact.”
Nagisa listened intently, taking each of Karma's words seriously. It was taking everything Karma had to keep it up.
“...I hear the owner is a real catch, too. Tall, handsome, fancy well paying government job, the works. Although… Apparently he's quite the sadist, too. A real jerk who always thinks he's the smartest guy in the room. Or maybe he always is, who's to say?” Karma continued, watching as Nagisa listened to his every word with a drunken sway.
“I see, I see,” Nagisa said, nodding along seriously. “That sounds troublesome… But wait, if he has a fancy government job, how does he have time to run this place as well? And if the guy is a jerk, why do you come here so often?”
Karma desperately tried to hold back the smirk threatening to break across his face as he looked down at Nagisa. He was so utterly, hopelessly, drunk right now, that Karma almost felt bad.
Almost.
“You're exactly right, Nagisa, it is troublesome!” Karma replied, nodding along with complete seriousness as though he was talking about a third party. “I mean, the guy’s extremely arrogant, completely full of himself even. As for how he has the time for it? I guess he's just that efficient. Maybe I should introduce you someday?”
“Hmm…” Nagisa hummed to himself. “I don't know, he sounds dangerous.”
Karma stifled a laugh, masking it as a cough. “Good call, Nagisa. I hear he has a horrible habit of teasing small, blue-haired individuals who stumble into his apartment reeking of alcohol. It's a character flaw, really.”
“You sure seem close to this guy,” Nagisa replied, pouting.
Karma felt his composure almost crack as he took in Nagisa's expression. The pout on his face, the furrowed brow, the slight, almost petulant edge, in his tone.
Is Nagisa… jealous?
Is Nagisa Shiota, currently drunk out of his mind, jealous, about my relationship, with myself?
Karma was left absolutely speechless, having to bring a hand up to his mouth to physically stop the sound of his laughter from coming out.
“Oh, uh… yeah, I guess you could say that,” Karma barely managed to squeak out before clearing his throat. “You could even say we're incredibly close, practically inseparable, in fact.”
“We share everything. Same thoughts, same clothes, why, we even sleep together.” Karma continued on. “Why? Is that a problem, Nagisa? You aren't… jealous, are you?”
He was having too much fun with this.
He took one step closer, thoroughly invading Nagisa's personal space as he reached out and lightly tugged at a stray strand of Nagisa's blue hair. “Don't tell me that you came here hoping to get me all to yourself, and now you're all upset that there's another man in the picture. I didn't peg you as the possessive type, Nagisa.”
Karma felt a bit bad about misleading Nagisa like this, but he couldn't deny how amusing it was seeing Nagisa be so openly jealous.
“I-I’m not jealous!” Nagisa replied defensively, and perhaps a bit too quickly. “It's just… Excuse me for a moment, I… I have to give someone a call.”
Karma walked back over to the kitchen counter and leaned against it. “By all means, go ahead. I can wait.”
Nagisa hurried off, pulling out his phone and somehow managing to navigate past the lock screen and to his contacts despite his drunken state. His finger landed on one of the names, Kayano Kaede, and his phone began to dial out.
After a few seconds, Karma overheard the call connect, and the voice of a very tired Kayano on the other end of the line coming through the speaker.
“...Mmm? Nagisa? It's almost midnight. I-is everything okay? Are you safe?” Kayano asked, sounding as though she had just been woken up.
Karma simply sat back and watched as Nagisa drunkenly tried to explain the situation to her. How he was with Karma at some “fancy club” and tried hitting on him but then found out that he was currently “taken”, and how he doesn't know what to do next as he seems to really like Karma but doesn't want to be a homewrecker.
Kayano, for what it was worth, patiently listened to Nagisa's drunken rambling.
When he finally finished, what followed was a very long, very heavy silence.
“Ok, I think I understand the situation now. Nagisa, sweetheart, could you please put Karma on the phone for me? I just want to have a quick chat with him,” Kayano requested, her voice painfully gentle.
“Hm? Ok,” Nagisa replied, turning around and padding over to Karma.
“Here, it's for you.” Nagisa extended the phone out towards him.
Karma reached out and took the phone, bringing it up to his ear. “Yo, Kayano, it's been a while, how's the acting industry treating you?”
Kayano ignored him, her voice sickeningly sweet. “I assume you already know why I wanted to speak with you.”
“Hm? Enlighten me then. Nagisa already gave you a pretty good rundown of the situation, did he not?” Karma replied.
Kayano let out a sigh. “Look, Nagisa's obviously very drunk right now, he does not need you messing with him right now. Do you have any idea how embarrassed he is going to be when he remembers this tomorrow?”
Karma's eyes briefly flicked over towards Nagisa, who had decided to take a seat on the sofa. “Mhm, very aware of that. Looking forward to it, in fact.”
Kayano let out another sigh. “I don't know what he sees in you sometimes. Karma, if you don't take him to bed right after this call I swear on Koro-sensei’s grave that I will fly down there myself and hit you on Nagisa's behalf.”
Karma smirked. “Bit difficult to threaten me long-distance, don't you think?”
“Don’t worry, when it comes to getting revenge, I can be quite patient,” Kayano replied sweetly. “Look, your boyfriend is currently completely wasted right now, I'm honestly a bit impressed he was able to call me. Be a good boyfriend and send him to bed.”
“Quite patient, huh? Touché. Alright, alright, I'll send the drunkard to bed. Wouldn't want to get on your bad side, after all,” Karma replied, pushing off the kitchen counter. “Want me to give the phone back to Nagisa, or should I just hang up?”
“Just hang up. I’d feel bad if he accidentally embarrassed himself any further. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go back to sleep. When I speak with Nagisa next, I better not find out you decided to keep messing with him,” Kayano said, before ending the call.
“Goodnight to you too, Kayano,” Karma murmured to himself sarcastically.
Karma put Nagisa's phone down and walked over to the sofa. “Alright, Nagisa, Kayano told me to take you to bed or else she'll assassinate me. Given our educational history, and my desire to not be assassinated, I've elected to comply with her harsh demand. Come on, get up.”
“Hmm? But what happened to Kayano? I wasn't done talking with her…” Nagisa whined, even sitting on the sofa he was swaying side to side.
“Sorry, she said she has a big day tomorrow and that she had to go. Just give her a call tomorrow, I'm sure she'll be more than happy to hear from you,” Karma replied, grabbing Nagisa by the arm and hauling him upright. “There, now let's get you to bed already.”
“...Huh? Where are we going? The exit’s that way.” Nagisa clumsily gestured towards the front door.
Karma led Nagisa down the hallway towards the bedroom. “We aren't going to the exit, we're going to the bedroom. So you can go to bed.”
“T-the bedroom? We? As in the two of us!?” Nagisa stammered. “But what about your boyfriend?”
…Boyfriend?
Ah, right, the ever mysterious “tall and handsome guy with a government job”.
Karma smirked. “Don’t worry, Nagisa. I have a feeling he won't mind.”
“H-huh!? H-he’s fine with you sleeping with other men!? T-that’s… um… generous…?” Nagisa responded, almost stumbling over.
Once they entered the bedroom, Karma led Nagisa to the bed and helped him down. “Yeah, yeah, he's real generous. Maybe I'll even introduce him to you sometime. And for the record, we're sleeping together, but we are not sleeping together. I'd be worried about you suddenly vomiting.”
“O-oh…” There was a hint of disappointment in Nagisa's voice. “I-I mean, of course, obviously! Um… goodnight!”
Watching Nagisa bury himself under the blankets, Karma let out a deep breath. “I am definitely having a word with his coworkers tomorrow.”
Nagisa let out a groan as he slowly opened his eyes. His body felt tired and he had a headache.
“Ugh… What time is it?” He murmured as he slowly sat up.
It looked like he was in Karma's apartment. This by itself wasn't unusual. It wasn't the first time he had spent the night at Karma's place, after all. What was unusual, however, was he didn't remember how or even when he got here.
Nagisa closed his eyes and winced in pain, bringing a hand up to his head as he felt another painful throb come from his forehead.
The last thing he could remember was going out for drinks with his coworkers after work.
His eyes suddenly shot open and a blush crept up his face as vague memories of last night slowly resurfaced.
That… was just a dream, right?
That didn't actually happen… did it…?
“Oh, look who finally decided to wake up!” Karma greeted as he entered the bedroom, a sadistic smirk on his face.
“Don't! Don't say a word!” Nagisa pleaded, desperate to pretend his vague memories of last night were nothing but a bad dream, desperate to not hear proof to the contrary.
Unfortunately, Nagisa's pleading fell on deaf ears as Karma's smirk only grew wider. “So, do you come here often?”