Your Lost

{Karma's point of view}

Just as I was sure that Asano was about to crack, the alarm that he had set rang. "The bet ended," Asano practically jumped up from the sofa. "You lost."

"You were this close to cracking," Karma complained.

"Doesn't matter," Asano's handsome face lit up with a smirk. Wait, handsome? It's true that Asano had a handsome face and smooth lips and- What was wrong with him? Why was he thinking of Asano Gakushuu like that?

"Akabane." Asano's voice snapped Karma out of his mortified thoughts. "I'll start the one day of you listening to me tomorrow. So get all the sleep you can, because you're going to need it."

It was hell. Asano had woke him up at exactly midnight, saying that he wanted to start his day then, successfully depriving him of much-needed sleep. After that, he proceeded to order him to do all sorts of things, from deleting all his blackmail pictures on his friends, to wearing a dress and sending a picture of him in it to his friends, to letting Asano shove wasabi and mustard up his nose while chewing on a jalapeno while doing a handstand. And there were still 2 hours to go. Asano was currently making him drink some disgusting mixture.

"Stop being a wimp and just drink it all. This is just your beloved strawberry milk, after all."

"It is not the same! You mixed salt, pepper, kimchi, and bitter gourd in it!" That's right. Asano had decided to torture him further by making a mockery out of his favorite drink by getting strawberry milk from one of his stores and mixing it up to make it look, smell and taste disgusting.

"There!" Asano had managed to shove down the remaining liquid down his throat, and Karma coughed from the horrible taste in his mouth.

"Ren?" Karma heard Asano speak. "You're with the others? Great! I won the bet with Akabane, so is there anything you'd like him to do or say?"

Karma's eyes widened in panic. He knew that none of the Big 5 liked him in the least. "Asano! I'm not taking orders from them! You-"

Asano had the nerve to shove Karma's own shirt into Karma's mouth, successfully gagging him. "Oh, you want him to dance? Sure! He's wearing a dress I forced him to wear- Yes, the Lolita dress, Koyama. I'll put you guys on the video call."

Karma tried to do his best to pull away, but Asano reached over, pulled out the gag, and stood him up in front of the camera. "Akabane, my friends want you to dance, so do it."

Karma reluctantly did a little jig. He didn't have to need to hear or see what the rest of the Big 5 to be saying to know that they were definitely laughing and videoing him. Once he was done, Asano chatted a bit more with his friends before hanging up.

"Get to the kitchen," Asano said, motioning to him. "I got another idea I want to try out."

Karma narrowed his eyes and purposely walked over slowly. Asano let out a sigh of frustration and stomped over, yanking on Karma's hair hard. "Hurry up, Akabane!"

Karma let himself be dragged along my Asano, trying his best to conceal the fact that he actually enjoyed his hair being pulled. Asano was way too sharp, though, because after a couple of seconds Asano seemed to realize that Karma liked his hair pulled and stopped walking, causing Karma to bump into Asano. "You're joking. You actually enjoy me doing this?"

"What can I say?" Karma gave a small grin. "I'm a masochist."

Asano tilted his head. "Do you like it when I do this?" Asano gripped Karma's wrist's hard, pinning them to his sides.

Karma let out a small, hoarse laugh. "Yeah."

"You really do like this," Asano said curiously.

"Yes," Karma nodded, trying to not let it show how hot and bothered Asano was making him from how close they were standing to each other.

"Is that why you're staring at my lips?"

Karma jolted out of his trance as his eyes flicked back up to Asano's eyes. "What do you mean?"

Asano raised an eyebrow. "You know, when I texted Shiota under your name, he replied with a, "You finally accepted the fact that you're totally gay for you-know-who? Care to elaborate?"

"No, I don't care to elaborate." 'Damn it, Nagisa!' Karma thought inwardly. Nagisa and the rest of the former 3-e students had been saying that he totally liked Asano. Something about their rivalry bringing on sexual tension.

"Akabane. You're staring again."

"Shit!" Karma cursed aloud, before looking back up at Asano's passive face.

"So you were staring at my lips? And I'm guessing that Shiota believes that you like me or something?"

"So what if I was staring?" Karma muttered. "And Nagisa is just saying that there's some 'sexual tension' between us."

"Funny. The Seo and Araki saif the same thing about us," Asano moved even closer. "Maybe they're on to something."

"On to something?" Karma scoffed, thought it was a poor imitation of what he usually sounded like. He was using all his willpower to not focus on Asano moving in closer, hands still pinning his wrist to his sides.

"Why don't we find out?"

And with that, Asano let go of Karma's hands and kissed Karma. Karma was frozen for a moment before his hands gripped Asano's shoulders and kissed back furiously.

They broke apart for air, and Asano smirked. "I guess you liked that?"

"Oh shut up." And with that, they were kissing again, not sure if it lasted for a second or for eternity, but wanting nothing but to stay there in that moment with each other.