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📥　𐔌꒰ 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒.　▮　ANSWERED / ACCEPTING　ׄ　⠀⁎

⧼　ᐟ　@aoikiri — rest, sender rests their head atop reader's shoulder.

　𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒗𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔. dust floated lazily amidst the golden afternoon's embrace, drifting onto a breeze that whispered through bisected windows ajar. the silence wasn't oppressive, it was delicate, a dulcet sonnet weaved between heartbeats. legs propped languidly above desktop, torso reclined and sprawled freely onto the seat's rest. head canted toward the sun like some lazy cat too disinterested to move. class 3—E had scatted long ago, chasing air and noise or whatever fleeting distractions the mountains had to offer. he hadn't felt like following. he rarely did, unless nagisa was leading the hoard.

when the door had creaked open and nagisa slipped in, quiet as a shadow and just as familiar, devil's spawn pays no attention, the idle breeze sweeping the surface of his still resting head, causing loose, cardinal tresses to dance along the classroom's stillness. only his eyes moved, lids half—mast in that atypical blasé, unreadable way of his. he watches in unmoving wordlessness as nagisa threads his way through the grid of desks, footsteps softer / winnowed painted in a familiar toes—to—heels fashion, while his shoulders slumped forth as if something had weighed so heavily onto his back. that invisible silhouette of unseen fatigue, while near invisible / worn like a second skin, karma notices. even if unnecessarily.

he decides to relent on teases this afternoon, offering nothing more than a roll of near aching shoulders, just to signify he wasn't asleep — moreso, just aware of nagisa's presence. lids flutter closed, before a weight settles onto his shoulder, forcing karma to jolt. without warning, without permission, without hesitation. he turns, slow ﹠ anticipating, loose curls of azure dusts across his side. he watches in silent disbelief as nagisa's resting figure heaves in slow respite against him. the contact is feather—light, yet karma feels an angel's weight pressing down upon him.

he let's his guard down once with this guy ( ... ) and he closes the distance. muscles tensed, from reflex rather than presently. if he was an armed assailant, the outcome would've been something unthinkable. he wanted to desperately to shake him off his shoulders, perhaps subdue him into a suplex right over the desk, and leave in haste. but, the only thing that conquered the edges of his mind was how warm nagisa was. amidst all the urges screaming for him to exit, karma stays, allowing the heat of him to soak through cotton and skin like sunlight pooling into the hollows between them.

ends of blues tickles along the edges of karma's jaw, fine strands of it like soft threads caught in wind. for a moment, his breath had caught, not out of shock, but the fact that this very interaction was grounding—ly, irrevocably, startlingly real. karma had always moved seamlessly / conclusively, cuttingly ﹠ self—assured, like a knife through flesh. it wasn't a bravado, it's cultivated flawlessly, it was the weapon he wielded with the same ease as a pen or a smile, a thing he'd honed to a fine edge over years of knowing too much / knowing too fast. he could slice someone's pretense with ease, flay someone's ego with a single backhanded compliment. he didn't need to question himself, because he knew the game, knew how people worked and what they wanted.

knew how to always, without fail, remain one step ahead.

but with nagisa, that boy had a strange method of dulling that edge, not as forward as blunting it, he wasn't an unmovable force that matched his own charm, he was subtler. slower. the way he flows beneath the devil's serrated teeth like water gradually wearing rock smooth. around nagisa, he'd found himself hesitating, not with his words, those came easily enough, but with the spaces between them, in the quiet pauses where nagisa would dawn up at him with calm, glassy seafoam eyes, seeing more than what was meant to show. karma hated it, loved it, couldn't distinguish it all at once. nagisa had never fought with heat, fire or fury, he unraveled him with silence, kindness, and an unshakable presence that made karma feel like maybe, for once, he wasn't in control of the game.

and that hesitation frightens him deeply. the raw, unveiling of flesh beneath spiked, impervious armor. all of him felt strangely useless. what could he cut through when there's nothing to attack ? what could he defend, when there was no threat ? just warmth, trust and the unbearable tenderness of being seen with his callow self ?

karma forces himself to ease, melting slowly — hesitantly, under nagisa's tenderness. truth be told, he'd always been coiled willingly within his fingers, hasn't he ? he'd always allowed nagisa, a look longer than most, at the bare, soft—bellied underside of the beast. so, he cradles nagisa's resting form nicely within the crooks of his shoulders, even resting his own head subtly atop. ❛ idiot, always workin' yourself dry. let's see your schemes once y' wake up, huh ? ❜

#꒷　aoikiri．#📎　ི　ׅ　closed　𓌜　threads．✶#˘　꯭　ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ　𝐢𝐧.𝐜𝐡𝐫　᭟　perfect victory．#˛　karma time　▸　class 3E．

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devilspwn · 2 months ago

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actions speak louder than words non - verbal / action prompts from yours truly. (add a "swap" to swap the sender/receiver in the prompt (or just do it manually).)

back, sender gives receiver a back hug.

beckon, sender beckons receiver closer with a finger.

blood, sender cleans blood off of receiver.

book, sender helps receiver get a book from a higher part of the shelf.

care, sender takes care of receiver when they're sick.

catch, sender catches receiver by the waist after they bump into each other.

choke, sender saves receiver from choking by giving them the heimlich.

cold, sender places their jacket over receiver's shoulders.

cry, sender wipes tears off receiver's face with their thumbs.

dance, sender sticks a hand out to receiver and invites them to dance.

dip, sender skinny dips in front of receiver and invites them to join.

dog, sender's dog pulls them in receiver's direction.

drive, sender drives receiver somewhere in their car.

drag, sender drags receiver into a room and closes the door behind them.

draw, sender draws receiver like one of their french girls.

face, sender turns receiver's face towards them.

flower, sender gives receiver a flower.

footsie, sender initiates footsie with receiver under the table.

forehead, sender presses their forehead against receiver's.

grab, sender grabs receiver's wrist to stop them from leaving.

jump, sender jumps onto receiver's back.

kiss, sender kisses receiver.

link, sender links arms with receiver while walking.

massage, sender offers receiver a massage.

patch, sender patches up receiver's wounds.

piano, sender teaches receiver how to play the piano.

pin, sender pins receiver's hands behind their back.

pluck, sender plucks something out of receiver's hair.

press, sender presses receiver against a wall.

propose, sender proposes to receiver.

quiet, sender gestures for receiver to be quiet.

rest, sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder.

serenade, sender serenades receiver with a song.

sign, sender walks into a sign and receiver sees.

size, sender measures the size of their hand against receiver's.

shoes, sender removes receiver's shoes for them.

sun, sender rubs sunblock onto receiver's back.

tattoo, sender gives receiver a tattoo.

tie, sender helps tie receiver's tie.

tuck, sender tucks receiver's hair behind their ear.

umbrella, sender lets receiver under their umbrella.

warning, sender presses a knife against receiver's neck as a warning.

zip, sender needs receiver's help to zip up the back of their dress.

#meme tbt．

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