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𝘚𝘜𝘔𝘔𝘈𝘙𝘠: Teruhashi is so annoying! So Saiki and his girl best friend make a plan to fake date and hard launch so she gets off his back.
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There were a lot of things people said about Saiki Kusuo.
That he was quiet. That he was weird. That he was hard to read.
All of those were true. But what people didn’t understand, what they couldn’t understand, was that Saiki Kusuo did not choose distance because he disliked people.
He chose it because being around them was exhausting.
Voices layered over voices. Thoughts bleeding into each other. Emotions that weren’t his pressing in from every direction.
It was noise. Endless, unavoidable noise.
Your voice didn’t overwhelm him. Your thoughts didn’t flood his head like everyone else’s. Even when you sat close. Too close by normal standards, it wasn’t suffocating. It was quieter. Manageable. Which was exactly why he tolerated you. And why he kept letting you come back.
The familiar click of his front door unlocking didn’t even make you look up.
You were already inside. Already comfortable. Already halfway sprawled across his couch like you paid rent.
“You’re late,” you said lazily, not even checking the time.
“You arrived unannounced.”
You lifted one leg, stretching it across his lap the moment he sat down. He didn’t move it. Didn’t comment. Didn’t acknowledge it at all. Which, for Saiki, was acknowledgment.
“So?” you said, finally turning your head toward him. “How bad was it today?”
Not because he didn’t have an answer. But because there were too many.
“She attempted to orchestrate six separate interactions.”
“Six?” you blinked. “That’s actually impressive.”
And that tone, flat. Slightly sharper than usual.
Kokomi Teruhashi did not give up.
She was used to admiration. Used to people falling over themselves for her. And Saiki? He was the one person who didn’t react. Which, unfortunately, made him the most interesting person in her world. A problem he had been trying to solve for months. With no success.
You shifted, propping yourself up on your elbows, your legs still resting across his lap.
“What’d she do this time?”
“She staged a ‘chance’ encounter at the vending machines.”
“She then ‘coincidentally’ had the same class notes I did not request.”
“…She followed me after school.”
“Okay, yeah, that one’s a little much.”
Silence settled for a moment. Comfortable. Then your eyes lit up. And Saiki immediately noticed. That expression is problematic.
“Wait,” you said, pushing yourself upright.
He already didn’t like where this was going.
“What if we just fake date?”
He didn’t answer immediately. Not because he didn’t hear you. But because he was already analyzing the consequences.
“Think about it,” you continued, scooting closer without realizing. “She’s obsessed with her image, right?”
“Then she’s not gonna go for someone who’s taken, obviously! It would ruin her whole good girl act.”
You leaned forward slightly, more animated now.
“And we wouldn’t even have to try that hard. Everyone already thinks we’re basically together.”
That part lingered longer than the rest. Because it was true. Annoyingly true. The way you acted around him. The way he didn’t push you away. The way he allowed things. From an outside perspective it already looked like something.
“This would be a controlled solution to an ongoing inconvenience.”
Your grin widened. “Wow. That was easier than I thought.”
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The classroom was loud. Predictably loud. Riki Nendou was already shouting about something irrelevant. Shun Kaidou was mid-conspiracy spiral. And Kokomi Teruhashi was watching the door.
You didn’t hesitate. The moment you walked in, you went straight to Saiki. Not your usual seat. Not even pretending. You dropped into the chair beside him close enough that your shoulders brushed. And stayed there.
The shift in the room was immediate. Subtle at first. Then not. Nendou stopped mid sentence. Kaidou blinked like he short circuited.
You leaned slightly into Saiki, resting your elbow on the desk, your head tilting just enough to close the distance.
His gaze flicked to you. Calm. Unbothered. But he didn’t move away. Didn’t create space. Didn’t correct it. That was enough.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~…No.
Saiki Kusuo does not sit like that with people.
Her smile stayed perfect. But her thoughts sharpened.
There must be an explanation.
You laughed softly at something only Saiki could hear. His attention shifted to you again. Immediate. Focused. Natural.
…Why is he looking at her like that?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~It should have ended there. A subtle implication. A quiet message. But Nendou had other plans.
You didn’t break character. Not once. If anything you leaned into it harder. Your hand brushed his arm when you walked. You stood just a little too close when the group stopped. You took his drink without asking.
“You weren’t gonna finish this anyway.”
Small things. But obvious. Consistent. Convincing. And Saiki? He adapted. Quietly. Efficiently.
Standing closer when needed. Letting contact happen instead of avoiding it. Once, only once, his hand lightly steadied your wrist when you almost bumped into someone. Unnecessary. But noticeable.
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He wouldn’t go along with something like that.
But her thoughts cracked.
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The group eventually split. The noise faded. And it was just the two of you again.
You bumped his shoulder lightly.
“Okay you did well idiot.”
You unlocked the door like always. No hesitation. No awkwardness.
“No one’s home,” you said, tossing your bag aside. “Stay?”
This wasn’t new. He had clothes here. A toothbrush. Things that had accumulated over time. Because staying over had never been a big deal.
The movie played softly in the background. Neither of you were really watching. You were stretched out across the couch, laying on your stomach now, arms folded under your head. Comfortable.
“You owe me,” you murmured.
“Carrying this fake relationship.”
You turned your head slightly, just enough to glance at him. A small, lazy smile.
Silence. Long. Judgmental. Expected.
“So is fake dating but here we are.”
A quiet exhale. His hands settled against your shoulders. Reluctant. But steady.
At first, his movements were stiff. Measured. Like he was tolerating it. But gradually they softened. Slower. More precise. Pressure easing into something gentler. Warmer. Your body melted instantly
“Wow…” you mumbled. “You should complain less and do this more.”
Your breathing slowed. Evened out. Your shoulders relaxed completely under his hands. And eventually you went still.
Saiki’s hands stilled. Just slightly. He looked down at you. Face turned to the side. Arms tucked under your head. Completely relaxed. Completely unaware.
A pause. Longer this time.
This arrangement is already deviating from its intended purpose.
His hand shifted. Just slightly. Resting lightly against your back. However. H leaned down. Slow. Careful.
And pressed a brief, quiet kiss to your shoulder. So light it didn’t wake you. So quick it almost didn’t happen.
He straightened immediately after. Like it meant nothing. Like it was nothing.
This will remain temporary.
But instead of leaving he adjusted slightly on the couch. Close enough. Staying. And long after the movie ended. After the room went completely quiet…
Saiki Kusuo didn’t move away.
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Saiki baby is so underrated
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