05

         A raging winter had come, and it was good news that Nagisa's deadline was moved to a month later. He shut the phone after his polite goodbye, and hopped on his bed, jumping around in merriment as if it were an olympic trampoline.

He got his small, simple fireplace going, as he set up his very own Winter Starter Pack. He baked himself some marshmallow cake, set up warm, cozy beds in front of his flatscreen, winter-based movies to watch, and of course, jackets for some extra comfort.

Nagisa didn't usually have visitors during the 23rd of December, but suddenly three loud knocks and numerous voices echoed through Nagisa's apartment.

"We're coming in!" Said a familiar voice, which Nagisa recognized as Sugino, as he and his few other fellows, Nakamura, Kayano, and Maehara emerged form his wood-polished doorstep.

Nagisa was quite happy of the sudden, unexpected visit. Yet, he was perplexed by the sudden appearance of a red-head that emerged from his doorstep, smiling as he took a look at your big apartment.

"W-What are you doing here?" Nagisa choked a yelp, dropping his whipped cream. This was quite unexpected of his known acquaintance, knowing that he is now at the very edge of your own home.

"Hey." He smiled, taking his shoes off. Nagisa begged for an answer, and the reason was because his friends know him.

Now Nagisa didn't know they were friends.

"I brought some frappuccinos." Karma lifted the plastic, and placed it on the counter just right beside the baffled blue-head.

"W-Well, since that you're here," Nagisa spoke, picking his whipped cream as he continued to spray it on the cupcakes,"I wanted to thank you for the cappuccino, you know. It was really sweet of you."

He stood still for a moment, gazing upon his warm summer smiles, and honest eyes. He then let out a relieved smile, not very sincere, but enough to make Nagisa know that he's glad.

"No problem. If you ever need more of those, just call me."

Karma gestured a calling sign with his hands, as he slid a card with his number on it. Nagisa could know that he was trying to hit on him, but he let the thought slide and concern himself.

"Y-You didn't have to, Karma-kun--"

"You can just call me Karma." The said man smirked, hence moving over to Nagisa's bundle of friends who yelled to "Love is An Open Door".

He gave me a strawberries and cream frappuccino, one as sweet as the sincere smiles he gave me.

just noticed that chicklit's for moden women stories pfft
oh well, we all agree nagisa's a lil feminine, amirite?