"What do you mean Karma has been acting weird lately?" Nagisa asked, switching the call over to speaker phone. "He's just always weird."

"Yeah but it's more than he usually is." (Y/n) replied, pressing her phone closer to her ear as she stirred the pot of soup. "Ever since we danced at that party, thing, he's been...just weird."

"What party, thing?"

"So," she sighs, "there was this event at my university as sort of a way of saying 'good job on your exams' and 'have a fun winter break'. You know a way for people to get together before they go see their families."

"Uh huh." Nagisa nods.

"I was telling Karma about it cause I clearly wasn't going but he insisted that I went with my friends. But none of my friends were going cause they all had other plans. So he says 'fine then I'll take you' and ends the call. I tried calling him back, he didn't pick up and he didn't answer my texts. Not even looking at them."

Nagisa, being friends with both Karma and (Y/n) knew exactly what was happening. But he knew better than to tell what Karma was thinking in that moment.

"And let me guess, the night of the party, thing, he showed up at your dorm room door all dressed up."

"Yes!" She exclaimed, "it was the weirdest thing cause I thought he was kidding like he normally is."

Yeah, sure. Nagisa thought, like flirting with someone or being romantic is normal.

"But anyway, were got there and everyone was dancing, drinking, and having fun right? So then Karma takes my hand and we go out onto the dance floor-"

"Wait, what are you doing?" (Y/n) asked, laughing off Karma's actions.

"It's a party, thing," he replies, "you legally have to dance at a party, thing."

She chuckles but goes with it, "pretty sure that's not a law but whatever you say." Karma smiles his wicked trade mark grin at her just as a slow song starts to play.

"Well so much for dancing..." She mumbles but Karma doesn't let her leave.

"You're not getting out of this that easily~" He places her hand on his neck and moves his hands onto her waist. "Just one dance, you're already dressed up after all."

She rolls her eyes but doesn't move her hands, "fine but just one. You did come all the way out here. I can't tell wether you're kidding or not anymore."

"Well I am a damn good liar." He chuckles, "but you're my best friend and I wanted you to have fun before you go to see your family."

"Oh, didn't I tell you? I'm not going to see them."

Karma's face went blank, "you're not?"

"Nope."

"Well then, it looks like you're gonna have to stay with me then." He says with a wicked smile.

"Karma, while you are my best friend, there is no way in hell I'm spending my winter break with you."

"And why is that?"

"Cause I'm all booked up with dates, with my bed and a few with my kitchen."

He frowns, "but you don't have a kitchen in your dorm. But there is one in my apartment~"

He contuses to speak, not giving the (h/c) a chance to speak. "Besides it's warm in my apartment, I have a kitchen with a stove plus an oven and you'll see your best friend everyday!"

Karma says this but he is really thinking, 'besides, it's warm in my arms, you're so cute when you're cooking and I love you.'

(Y/n) could hear keys jiggling in the door way, "gotta go Karma's back."

Nagisa chuckles, checking his notifications only to find some from Karma "live texting" on his way back to his apartment.

"I'm gonna make it so clear and obvious"

One of the many texts read,

"she's gonna get it"

"right?"

"fuck it"

"Good luck, (Y/n)." The phone call ends and Karma opens the door saying, "honey, I'm home!"

She chuckles, "welcome back. I'm making soup."

"Smells good," he replies, taking off his shoes at the door before walking over to her. "May I have a taste?"

She gives him a puzzled look, "since when do you ask for things? Don't you usually just take what you want." A devilish smile appears on her face.

"I swear to-"

She cuts him off, "and go."

Karma stares at her with a super blank expression, the kind you only see in anime. "I hate you."

"Oh come on!" She laughs, "Take What You Want is a good song!"

And yes, Karma thinks, I usually take what I want but I want you but can't take you cause that's illegal as fuck.

"Can I have a taste, or not?"

She sighs and starts opening random drawers, "where do you keep your spoons?"

He reaches in the drawer next to her and hands her one, "thank you..." she mumbles and returns to the pot of soup.

"It should be done by now, let me know if I need to add anything."

(Y/n) then serves the red head a taste of the soup, holding the spoon out with her free hand underneath it.

Karma, digging his nails into his hand in order to avoid showing a blush, letting his best friend spoon feed him.

"Well?" She asks, "does it need anything?"

"Not that I can tell," he says, licking his lips, "tasty." He grins.

(Y/n), oblivious (Y/n), takes the same spoon, dips it into the pot, and tastes it herself. Karma, poor love sick Karma, is silently panic. He's face shows the panic as she turn to him, spoon in her mouth. "It shouldn't matter silly." She says, "it's only you and me eating it."

Ah, yes, but what you don't know is that I'm in love with you and we just shared an indirect kiss. Lucky spoon.

"Well if I add anything else it will over power everything, so I guess it's fine as it is."

Chill out Karma! Stop!

The two start sitting thing up to eat dinner, Karma tries to start up a conversation but really has another plan in mind.

"Do you always play music when you cook?"

"Yeah pretty much," she replies, "it's makes it more fun. And, you know, dancing around like a dumbass while cooking is a lot of fun." She laughs, "you should try it sometime."

And just like that, a slow song plays. The only slow song on the playlist. Luck must be on Karma's side.

Karma, being the cheeky bastard he his, smiles devilishly at the poor, dense, girl. He grabs her hand and pulls her close to his body, intervening his fingers with hers and starts to slow dance. "Dancing does sound fun~"

She sighs, "fine just one dance. The soup can simmer a little more~"

Karma is praying the girl can't hear his heart pounding in his chest. Luckily, (Y/n) doesn't rest here head on his chest. Even though Karma wants her too, he is thankful his beating heart won't give him away.

He is looking at her the whole time they are dancing, but she is always turned away from him. He closes his eyes and pretends that she is also hopelessly in love with him. The song ends and Karma opens his eyes, missing his chance to kiss her.

(Y/n) is the first one to let go, Karma hesitates to let go but does it anyway. Not wanting to over step any boundaries, he walks over to the bowls they sat out beforehand, handing her one. "Thank you." She smiles before serving herself some soup.

Karma's apartment is rather small, meaning there isn't a room from him to put a table and chairs. Only a coffee table and sofa serve as a dinning space. "Where would you like to sit?" She asks after grabbing a spoon.

"Wherever." He replies, still serving himself, " sofa or floor. It's your call."

(Y/n) takes the floor because she "doesn't want to risk spilling anything on the sofa."

Karma chuckles but nods. They decide to watch movies while they ate, sitting side by side as they sat on the floor. They were sitting a little close for Karma's love sick heart, legs slightly touching but (Y/n) doesn't move away.

He is dying to be closer to her, closer than when they are dancing. Still, he keeps his feelings in check. His desires to be close to her are not as strong as scaring her off for good. Then again, he knows that she will try to make up an excuse to leave after the movie is over....

And sure enough, he was right.

"This was fun," she says, standing up and taking her bowl with her. "I'll put this in the sink with water," she gestured to the bowl, "you can have what's left in the pot."

Once she can no longer see him, Karma sprints to where she is, "you can stay you a little longer you know."

"Yeah but then the trains will be done running for the night." She replies, "plus I've been here for two days now. You must be getting sick of having me around."

Like I could get sick of seeing the woman I love more than anything.

Karma, knowing damn well it was now or never, finally said what he has been dying to say.

But actions speak louder than words. And Karma Akabane takes what he wants.

He lifts (Y/n) up by her waist, throwing her over his shoulder and walks back over to the sofa.

"What are you doing?!" She exclaims, "Karma!"

He shifts her into his arms, carrying her bridal style, before flopping down on the sofa. (Y/n) tries to move but he traps her in his arms. "Sorry love~"

"Karma seriously, what's the meaning of this?!"

"You were right, I take what I want. Though I do have boundaries, this is as far as I will go. Now I would love to kiss and maybe make out with you but I need consent first."

(Y/n), still laying on top of the spawn of satan himself, looks at him in pure disbelief and confusion. "W-what?"

"Consent is sexy, kids." He smirks before burying his face in her neck. "Oh but, I won't be letting you go any time soon. Might as well just get comfortable."

(Y/n) sighs and just lets him have his way, "you're a very weird best friend, you know?"

"Is it that weird to fall in love with your best friend?" He asks, looking up at her.

She also looks up at him, a slight blush appearing on her face. She is at a loss for words.

"See, look at your cute face. You can't tell me not to fall in love with that."

"H-how...when...." (Y/n) is still processing the words he just said.

"How you ask? Well that mesmerizing smile you have makes my heart race every time. You have good grades, not as good as mine though, I can pick you up which improves my ego and you can cook. It's hotter than you think, trust me.

"As for when, over a year ago now for sure. I've been dropping hints ever since I knew that I liked you, forget being in love with you. Just you, (Y/n), are the densest person on this planet. I've watched guys hit on you and you friend zone them without realizing it. It was kinda funny to watch until it started happening to me."

Her blush has now spread to her entire face, her mouth is slightly parted as if she wants to say something but can't.

"Ugh, those lips look sooooooo kissable, and you're so damn cute. Why must you do this to me (Y/n)!" He whines, looking away from the girl he has wrapped securely in his arms.

"Then do it," she whispers but quickly hides her face in his chest.

"Hum?" Karma hums, "could you repeat that?"

"You heard me," she says but is muffled by her face buried in his chest.

Karma chuckles, moving one arm to cup her chin, making her look up at him. "You're a lucky one, (Y/n)." He says and kisses her. She quickly kisses him back and they melt into the kiss.

They pull away due to the lack of air, "I take it that you have some feeling for me?"

She nods, "y-yeah..."

He smiles warmly before cupping her face, bring her in for another kiss. He pulls away shortly, resting his forehead on her's. "I'm so in love with you, (Y/n). You truly have no idea."

~

Edit cause I feel like I need to explain something December 21, 2020:

1. Karma's thoughts are supposed to be on the funny side and show just how in love he is with the reader. I'm reading back over it now and I don't think that came across very well, I'm so sorry.

2. Karma's actions are like that because, to me, he already seems like a very flirty guy and this was me trying to get that across but still have him be a smug bastard. But like a in love flirty sumg bastard.