𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 ; k. akabane
❀ - fluff, female x reader, oneshot
italics = internal monologue/flashback
↳ ੈ‧₊˚ ┊͙ “𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙, 𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙣’𝙩 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙠.”
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“so you really expect me to believe that karma likes me? and where did you hear this from?” i ask nakamura.
how’d i get into this conversation? well more like how’d i get myself into this situation.
i’m strapped into a chair inside our classroom, being interrogated about how i feel towards a certain red head.
apparently nakamura overheard the boys rating different girls in our class on the last school trip we took to kyoto, and rumor has it that karma has feels for me.
do i believe any of this? no.
do i also wanna find out what karma said about me? yes.
“i promise to you that that’s what i heard from isogai and maehara!” she replied.
“…well what else did you hear? what did he say exactly? and can i get out of this stupid chair!” i respond.
“not until we come up with a good plan for you to confess your feelings to karma! and you have to agree to do it!” fuwa exclaims loudly.
“i’m so glad that the majority of the class isn’t here to witness this…”
“alright, fine. what’s your plan?” i ask the two girls.
“well for starters, we must know if you and karma have done any coupley stuff before! like have you guys kissed, held hands, hugged? anything of that sort?” nakamura starts.
my mind swirls with romantic moments we’ve experienced together, especially the first time we kissed.
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“y/n, y/n, y/n, y/n-“ karma says while flicking my forehead.
“what the fuck do you want? i’m actually trying to study for once.” i ask while swatting his hand away.
“you’re so cute when you get mad.” he says.
“the fuck are you talking about?” i ask while hiding my face, trying to hide my flustered expression.
he grabs my hands, taking them away from my face, and brings his face close to mine.
if teasing was a person, he’d be karma akabane.
i’m studying his facial features, absolutely enamoured by them.
deep down, i wouldn’t mind if he kissed me right now.
at the same time, i don’t know what our friendship would turn into if he did.
it’s like he read my mind.
in an instant, he brings his hand to my face, rubbing my lip with his thumb.
i wait until he brings his lips to mine, giving him complete access to my mouth.
it felt so good to finally kiss him, experiencing his hands travel all over my body was a feeling that i’ve yearned for since i first realized my feelings for him.
his hand travels from the back of my head to my neck, gently pushing himself deeper into my mouth.
if i died right now, at this very moment, i’d die happy.
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thinking back on that memory made me realize, i didn’t care at the moment if our friendship got ruined by that.
thankfully, it didn’t. i’d describe our friendship as a flirty friendship definitely, but not serious enough as to where i’d call it a “situationship”.
answering nakamura’s question, i say yes.
her and fuwa look at each other, the room becomes dead silent.
“YES WHAT?” they both say as wobbling the chair i was sitting in.
“YES WE’VE DONE ROMANTIC STUFF!” i say, trying to defend myself.
“LIKE WHAT?!” nakamura says.
as they’re trying to get me to tell them about the stuff i’ve done with karma, kayano enters the room.
“uhhh guys? what’s going on?” she sweetly asks.
“nothing! just tryna get y/n and karma to finally confess their feels for one another!” nakamura exclaims.
“hate to ruin your plotting session, but everyone else is gonna be back in here pretty soon.” kayano says.
“but we barely started the plotting and planning!” fuwa says desperately.
as they’re discussing last minute plans to get karma and i together, the door opens.
“professor bitch! just the person we need! quickly, help us make a plan for y/n to confess to karma!”
“having boy trouble, y/n? didn’t expect it from someone as attractive as you.” professor bitch states.
“being honest with my feelings has never been easy for me…also my insane fear of rejection makes telling karma my true feelings for him kind of…hard.” i admit.
i see the other students walking up the hill, preparing to come back to the classroom.
“fine, since we’re so short on time, i’ll tell you this: after school today get him alone, force the close proximity, and tell him, honestly, how you feel.” professor bitch says.
before i have time to retaliate, people start entering the classroom for the last period of the day.
shortly after class ends, i decided to take professor bitch’s advice.
as i’m walking out of the building, i see karma waiting for me.
for the past few months, he’s accompanied me on a walk home every day after school, if i’m not going with him to his place.
today, we decided to go to his house.
during our walk home, professor bitch’s words rang in my head.
“—get him alone, force the close proximity, and tell him, honestly, how you feel.”
i guess karma noticed my quietness, so he asked what was wrong.
“y/n, why are so quiet? usually you’re harassing my brain with stupid questions during our walk home.” he says.
“we gotta talk about some stuff when we get inside.” i say.
he unlocks his door, and we go up to his room.
“…so what do we have to talk about?” he asks me.
i’d be lying if i said i couldn’t feel my heartbeat in my throat.
not letting my anxiety consume me, i ask him “hey karma, do you like me?”
such a dreaded question.
“what makes you ask that, y/n? is this some sort of prank of yours?~” he asks while poking my forehead.
i grab his finger from my forehead, and intertwine our hands.
“i’m being serious. do you like me?”
silence fell upon the room, our facial expressions becoming extremely flustered with this profound silence.
“i guess it’s no secret, is it? be honest, who’d you hear it from?” he asks.
“apparently nakamura heard maehara and isogai talking about it. something about a rating with all of the girls in the class?” i respond.
“oh…that. well i guess the truth would’ve came out eventually.”
“i want to hear you say that you like me, karma. say it.” i demand.
“why would i do that if i don’t even know how you feel towards me?” he responds.
why is he playing coy all of a sudden?
i look down at our hands, entwined.
it’s cheesy to think, but our hands fit perfectly together.
this thought alone makes me tell him that i do like him, and i have for a while.
“well aren’t you gonna say anything?” he asks.
that profound silence that i hated so much fell upon the room once again.
internally, i’m freaking out. not just because we’re still holding hands, but because karma’s gone quiet.
i thought the day that i’d hear karma be quiet for so long would be the day that hell had frozen over.
“i do like you. i would’ve thought you’ve figured this out by now. i didn’t think my feelings were…” i start.
“reciprocated?” he finishes my sentence for me.
“do you remember when we kissed? a few weeks ago?” i ask.
“of course i remember, i enjoyed seeing how red your face got afterwards.” he smartly replies.
“i didn’t ask what we were after that kiss because i didn’t want our friendship to end. i had no idea what a kiss meant to you.”
“you must think i’m a whore or something? i don’t just kiss anyone ya know?”
this statement makes me untwine my hand from his.
instead, i placed my hand on his chest, pushing my body onto his.
naturally, his hands go to my waist.
we take a few moments to process the conversation we just had.
“be my girlfriend.” he states.
before i had time to respond, i feel his lips against my own.
this sudden move flustered me, but i wanted him to know that i really do want to be with him.
i pull away from the short lived kiss.
“i’m already yours.”
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this fic was so fun to write lol, if you want a part two lmk ☻
i’m working on a karma x reader book on wattpad, go check it out:
a story which follows, y/n l/n, a 15 year old assassin that was hired by the government to follow the lives of 28 other students, trying to
https://www.wattpad.com/story/387263266?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=-HAIKYUUBBY