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"Seriously, again? Why can't you guys just do it? You don't need me."
Nagisa cannot believe he keeps being roped into these sorts of things. 'Things' being 'skirts.'
"Because you're best suited for this," Nakamura explains very unconvincingly, "you're the best assassin in the class, and won the kiss-off with Ms. Bitch! Seduction is your bread and butter."
"I'm not kissing or assassinating anybody!" Nagisa declared a little hysterically, cheeks pink, "you want free dinner at that new restaurant, flirt with the owner yourselves!"
"Obviously we will!" Kayano chimes in with a roll of her eyes, "but we need another uber-cutie to seal the deal."
Nagisa would bet his left hand that their real reasoning was that they just wanted him to cross dress again. Nagisa throws his hands up, "you always ask me. Why not ask Itona? He's cute and small!"
From his seat where he's tinkering with his newest device amongst his friends, Itona looks up cluelessly, "what?"
"See? Zero social skills," Kayano gestures to said boy, who does not care to question further and goes back to messing with screws.
"Come on, Nagisa, help a girl out."
Nagisa turns around, meeting Karma's amber eyes. He's sitting with his feet up on the desk, much to what would be Koro-sensei's dismay if he were here right now. Nagisa squints, and Karma's smile gets wider. The red-haired boy opens his mouth to say something, but Nagisa beats him to the punch.
"Why don't you do it?"
If Karma's caught off-guard, he masks it well. He's silent and smiling for a second, like he's actually considering it. Nakamura and Kayano look at Nagisa like he's crazy, then at Karma, curious about his response.
"Sure."
Nagisa eyebrows rise up. He wasn't expecting him to actually agree. He supposes he should be thankful, in that regard.
"Hmm," Nakamura eyes up Karma appraisingly, arms crossed like she means business, like a newly wedded couple assessing a house that needs a little love, "I think that could work, actually."
"Really?" Kayano says, disbelieving.
Nakamura nods decisively, "yeah. I see something here," she gestures a broad motion around Karma's body with a hand, "I have a vision."
"Plus I'm hot."
Nakamura snaps her fingers at him in a 'that too' manner.
Well, Nagisa thinks, I'm glad it's not me.
Nagisa kind of wishes he'd just given in.
They'd gone to Kayano's place to girl-ify Karma. Nagisa tagged along... Well, he doesn't really know why he tagged along. Probably curiosity, with a pinch of well-meaning concern and a dash of, uh, Curiosity.
Sue him, alright?
Kayano's entire wardrobe was flipped inside out. Clothes were strewn around everywhere, half-planned outfits and piles of 'no's' that Karma and Nakamura were sifting through while Kayano fixed up a wig. Karma kept holding skirts up to his hips and asking Nagisa what he thought with a smirk on his lips. Nagisa didn't want to blow up his ego by saying it didn't matter which one he chose, it would look great anyway, so he refused to respond with more than light-hearted protesting. Is this really a good idea, guys? Maybe you should just pay, you know? Don't trick the man, that's mean. If he knew Karma at all though (and he did, he very much did) then Karma wasn't actually looking for answers, just the blush on his cheeks.
"Wigs done, so Nagisa, get out. Karma has to change," Kayano orders, pushing him towards the bedroom door.
"Why can't I stay?" He protests without much heat.
"So it'll be a surprise!" She shuts the door behind him.
Nagisa sighs, leaning against the opposite wall. Class E is not unaware of his relationship with Karma. Nakamura and Kayano in particular took the most interest in it, as their respective best friends - he partway suspects that some of the reason they always try and get him to cross dress is for Karma's enjoyment. But it's not like that this time. It's reversed.
About ten minutes pass and he's finally allowed back inside the room. He stops in his tracks.
Karma isn't... Girly-looking like nagisa is. He's pretty (so pretty), indeed, but very clearly a boy. However, if Nagisa hadn't known Karma prior to this moment, he'd easily be fooled.
He's in sheer black stockings, and a pleated red and black plaid skirt that brushes his mid-thigh with red sneakers on his feet to compliment it. His top is a lightly distressed sleet gray sweater, cropped and frayed at the bottom. Peeking out from under it around his waist, he can spot what seems to be a fitted black lace undershirt. On his head is a high-quality (he'd expect nothing less from Kayano), long, red wig. It looks so real, that Nagisa wonders if he pulls it, will Karma make a noise?
His eye makeup is light - just a bit of sharp eyeliner. Karma already has pretty thick, long lashes. To top it all off, his lips are painted an alluring red to match his hair.
Nagisa's mouth feels dry as he speaks. "You look nice."
"Just nice?" Karma grins, cherry lips parting to show a hint of white teeth.
"Really nice," Nagisa corrects. Karma seems satisfied with it.
A clap brings Nagisa out of what genuinely felt like hypnosis (caused by the sway of the skirt). He looks towards Nakamura.
"Supper time! Nagisa, do you want to come with us anyway?"
He barely had to think. "Sure."
Seeing Karma in action had a war waging in Nagisa's head and heart.
Nagisa might be overreacting (projecting), but he feels like all heads turn as Karma passes. They get seated at a table in the middle and are assigned a male waiter. Ordinarily this wouldn't be a problem, but the man cannot for the life of him keep his eyes off of Karma and Karma, the sneaky bastard, is playing into it, chatting him up. Knowing what it's doing to Nagisa.
It's been two whole minutes since he took their drink orders. Two. Minutes. That's too long. This interaction is supposed to be brief. He has other tables to tend to. Doesn't he have a job to be doing? Nagisa is quietly simmering in his seat, staring at the man. Their waiter looks up, like he senses danger, and Nagisa must've been letting off more hostile vibes than he thought because the man makes eye contact with him, gulps like he's just seen the grim reaper and hastily excuses himself.
It's then that Nagisa notices Nakamura and Kayano are staring at him, they were probably watching the whole time, smiling knowingly. Nagisa blushes at having been caught acting like that, wishing he had his damn water he'd asked for (two minutes ago) to occupy himself right now and stare into innocently.
They order their food the same time the waiter brings them their drinks and this time he doesn't stick around to chat up Karma, but Karma seems to have gotten his fill - even if the waiter did attempt to do it again, Nagisa knows Karma wouldn't have entertained it like before. It's a rare thing for Nagisa to get jealous, or lose control of his instincts like that. Goal achieved; he'd set off Nagisa.
Halfway through their meal the owner finally came around to their table. He's young and attractive, dark hair slicked back to make an impression with a disarming smile. All night he'd been making the rounds, making sure customers are enjoying themselves and the food. They'd all been watching him from the corners of their eyes. Assessing and studying the target is a must in assassination - it's a skill that now comes second nature to them.
That's how Nagisa noticed that the man was also a flirt. A gentlemanly one, if all the women's soft giggles were anything to go by. Coyly holding their hands up to their mouths, shoulders gently shaking, flattered instead of incredibly weirded out. The man is charming, clearly - he knows how to compliment without stepping over lines. Successful, too, because the restaurant is very nice. The decor is tasteful but not without character, and the food he can see on people's tables really does look delicious. He's an ideal man. An ideal partner.
No, he doesn't sweat when the man reaches their table. Not at all.
"How does the food taste, ladies?" He asks, smiling with his hands behind his back. He makes eye contact with each of them individually. Nagisa bites back his irritation at being mistaken for a girl and smiles.
Karma immediately makes due on his assignment, leaning forward with his chin in hand as he smiles up at the man through his lashes. Nagisa is transfixed. So is the owner. It's impossible not to be. "It's absolutely delicious. This is quite the fine establishment you have, Mr..."
Taking the chance, the owner stretches out his hand to shake Karma's, "Asura. Well, Asura Goldwell, but feel free to just call me Asura."
"How about I call you tonight?" Karma shoots back, then immediately flusters and his confident expression turns sheepish as he pulls back his hand. Body language that is completely out of character. "Ah, that was cliche, wasn't it?"
Nagisa finds Nakamura and Kayano's bewildered eyes, an air of You seeing this? shared amongst them.
This is a side of Karma he's never seen before. It takes a second for his brain to catch up, to deduce what he's watching. It's fake, of course, it's all fake - the flirting, then the subsequent embarrassment. Rarely does Karma feel embarrassed (at least from his own causation) so even if he knows it isn't real, it's still mind-reeling to witness and has his heart in a tizzy.
Karma knows how to redirect people's attention. He knows how to hide from it. He also knows how to capture it. Nagisa looks to Mr. Goldwell, sees fondness and interest there, and knows Karma's got it.
"A little bit, but I'm charmed nonetheless," Mr. Goldwell chuckles, then out of politeness shakes Nakamura, Kayano's, then Nagisa's hands, "I'd love to see you tonight though, if you're not too embarrassed, Ms...?"
Kayano kicks Nagisa's shin under the table in excitement, repeatedly. Her polite, awed smile towards the owner remains unchanging. "My my, I'm feeling quite jealous right now~" she grins, showing it's all not that serious.
Asura pries his eyes away from Karma and grins back, good-natured. "I apologize, miss. I was just so taken with your friend here. Please, do not worry about the bill - It's on the house."
Kayano kicks his shin again. Nakamura does as well.
"That's quite generous," Nakamura says, then turns to Karma, "if you don't snatch him up, I will."
"It's Kana," Karma introduces his alias for tonight as he turns to Asura, "not too embarrassed, no. How about ten? An hour after close?"
"It's a date," Asura tips his head in what Nagisa can only describe as a gentleman's nod, "Ten, then, Kana."
He bids them farewell. Once he's out of sight and earshot, Kayano and Nakamura break out into subtle, happy dances. "Free dinner, free dinner~" they chant together.
"You owe me," Karma says in a foreboding, sing song-y voice. The devil dances in those eyes with promises of not-so-innocent fun. nagisa does not shiver like Nakamura and Kayano do.
"Haaah-"
"Have fun tonight?" Nagisa grips him under the thigh and yanks his leg up, hooking it over his elbow as he presses deeper, crushing Karma against the wall. His stockings tear further, runs splitting down the backs of his thighs. The underside of his skirt is sticky from already having cum once. His wig abandoned on the floor, torn off when Nagisa realized that no, pulling didn't bring forth a reaction.
Karma's head rolls as his eyes open, lips smeared red from kisses stretching into a smirk. He moans, and looks so impossibly pretty, like a devil. "Lots, actually."
On his next thrust Karma's head smacks against the wall. "wonder if Mr. Asura is still waiting for you."
"Ohhh, jealous?" Karma teases as his body shudders. Nagisa angles his hips, presses deeper, and hits a tightness inside him. Nagisa blinks, looks down, eyes finding his boyfriend's navel. Karma spasms as Nagisa grinds, forcing himself past it into his deepest parts until he sees the skin bulge under his belly button.
"Ohfuck-" Karma's eyes roll, whole body tensing, squeezing around Nagisa's cock. It feels so tight, so hot and good, sucking his cock deeper. Nagisa surges forward as Karma's arms latch around his shoulders and bites his neck, groaning into his pale skin. He keeps his thrusts short, fucking his guts with the tip of his cock.
He lifts his other leg, hiking Karma higher, resulting in a little bounce on his dick. He's folded against the wall, legs flopping in the air in time with Nagisa's thrusts. A hand finds it's way into his hair, then, yanking on blue strands until Nagisa looks up into wet, amber eyes. Their lips clash and suddenly Karma's cumming, clenching around his cock as his seed soaks his skirt again. Nagisa moans into his mouth, thrusts stuttering as he presses deep and releases.
His mouth slides down, resting open as he breathes against Karma's throat, right over the bite mark. He's wrung so tight, so tense he feels like something will snap if he moves too soon. Karma squirms, oversensitive, and Nagisa slowly pulls his soft cock out, a string of cum following.
"Jealous indeed," Karma mumbles against his hair, sounding satiated and tired, content to go limp in Nagisa's arms. Nagisa's energy has been spent, though, and he falters under the dead weight. He chuckles at the comment and takes Karma with him as he crouches, the redheads back sliding down the wall as they're lowered to the ground. Karma settles in the criss-cross of Nagisa's legs.
He inspects the skirt as they hold each other. "I don't think Kayano's gonna want this back," Nagisa grimaces, lifting the wet fabric.
"Back in the room she said I could keep it all," Karma grins, kissing his jaw, "though the stockings are garbage."
Nagisa blushes as he remembers how he'd torn them apart to get to his hole. He licks his lips. "You just looked so pretty," he confesses, though it isn't much of a confession if they were both already aware. Karma laughs from where he's moved his lips to his temple.
"We can get more outfits, and I can dress up again," Karma offers, pulling back to smirk as he looks into his eyes, fingers threading a promise through Nagisa's loose hair, "for your eyes only, next time."