𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
Muni! | female | Genshin enthusiast | Requests open :3
Currently in my saiki K era
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

Love Begins
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𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
Muni! | female | Genshin enthusiast | Requests open :3
Currently in my saiki K era
Rules & Fandoms! | Masterlist!
This is self indulgent. Not proofread
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Saiki and his awkward partner
As much as Kusuo claimed he hated his friends and attention, he seemed to attract it like a bee to a flower. For some odd reason, people surrounded him no matter what. Sure, he got used to it, but he always felt some nagging voice in his head when he saw you sneaking glances.
Without a doubt, you’d peak through your peripherals, waiting for his friends to leave him alone as you shifted in your seat, waiting for a good moment to approach him. It wasn’t like you had the guts to just barge into their conversation — no way. Saiki knew you’d rather suck it up than try to butt into a group conversation.
He supposed this is what having an introverted partner did.
After school, he would feel your presence near his side — silent, but occupying his time nevertheless. You didn’t need to speak much, no, not to him. Despite your silence, he knew you adored him like he did. Whereas he could see your heart beating faster (you hated that fact), you knew it in the way he relaxed around you, treating you to your favorite treats.
He supposes your silence comes with its own pros and cons!
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Ik I do small font for the aesthetics, but do you guys like mind it? Idk😭
Font?
Normal font — I cant read the small
Small font — I cant read read it
I don’t care
END NOTE, I DIDNT REALIZE IT WAS A TYPO
SECOND OPTION IS “SMALL FONT — I CAN READ IT”
hey guys I have like 300 followers. What should I do for you guys. Lmk.
I don’t want to do something nobody will like so yk 😭
Send in ideas idk guys
shout out to the people who reblog my stuff
I like reading the little comments attached and it makes me happy that people enjoy my writing :3
I highkey remember writing an aizawa fic on one of my old, orphaned accounts and I remember the plot but idk which account it was on but i do know that it was a hit. The plot was smthn abt the reader washing his hair and taking care ofnit for him after a long day or smthn.
I knew what my type was ever since my childhood crush was Donatello from tmnt
Hey guys, it’s me again adding to my agenda.
Saiki loves when you fall asleep on him.
Sure, he’d never admit it aloud, but he finds it comforting how much you trust him. In any case, he could sneeze and you’d be thrown to the wall with the force (he’s held back sneezes for this very reason), and that’d be that. Nevertheless, despite his front of light annoyance, he’d let you sit by his side, loop your arm through his, and lay your head on his shoulder.
He’d feel that signature twitch of your body, and then the way it’d melt onto his side. He’d feel your arm go limp in his, but land near his hand. He’d watch as your chest rises and falls in a rhythmic step — slow and steady. Most of all, he’d feel and hear your thoughts go silent.
Sometimes, he revels in your peace.
He’d slip off those thin gloves, and feel your palm in his. He’d run his thumb over your knuckles, before dragging his fingers up to feel your fingers. It was times like these that reminded him that he still was just a boy. Saiki was prone to emotion like anyone else. Love had been difficult, but now, he knows how it feels to have heart palpitations because of someone else.
He grabs your hand — skin to skin — and relaxes with you.
He supposes a nap could do him some good.
In true saiki K fandom fashion, I could have 1k likes on a post and none will comment because we’re all socially awkward
ughh okay I already posted it but I’m still like on Saiki and sleepy partner.
Like exhausted, worn out Saiki and sleepy reader inviting him for a nice nap. Like Okinawa exhausted Saiki napping with you on the beach.
Saiki and his sleepy partner
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He thinks you’re a borderline somnolent with how tired you are, but you deny it. Without a doubt, every day in class, all thats in your head is how sleepy you were.
i literally have to jump through hoops and survive the seven rings of hell just to get colored text on tumblr on mobile
idk what this is
I like to imagine Saiki consciously tries to avoid reading your mind whenever you guys are dating. Of course, he always could throw some germanium jewelry your way, but he likes hearing your thoughts without reading them, if that makes sense.
Your thoughts are like white noise — a constant buzz in his head. He doesn’t mind your thoughts specifically, because it lets him know how you are. As creepy as it sounds, he can’t fall asleep without hearing your mind go quiet at night. He waits until he stops feeling and hearing that familiar weight and noise of your brain to go to bed.
and if he still hears it, he’d start playing with your head to get you to rest.
On that note, I feel like that sets up a great stage for insomniac reader and Saiki putting them to bed with that odd lullaby thing he did, or possibly just manipulating them into getting sleepy.
In short, Saiki deeply cares about your rest (in my head).
im a little late to the v-day party but
Given that valentines day culture is different in Japan, bsf!Saiki assumed you’d give him the standard tomo-choco (friend chocolate) nothing crazy, or maybe even giri-choco (obligation chocolate). He wouldn’t get too ahead of himself, no. He knew he wasn’t one to have debts due to him, nor was he that friendly to you (liar).
Yet, you give him handmade chocolates!
Now, he wasn’t your lover — he wasn’t your anything. The effort of making a coffee flavored chocolate was something he wasn’t prepared for. Was this a confession? Were you just that nice? Maybe. After all, he was your proclaimed best friend.
He supposes that he’d have to return the favor on White day, what a pain.
confession time:
theres this one blog on tumblr i keep checking every week to see if they posted (inevitably they have not), and I wonder if thats how some of you guys feel about me
Hii! Could I pretty please with a cherry on top request a fic where the whole friend group gets stuck in a cabin somehow and after everyone's gone to sleep saiki finds reader awake because it's storming pretty badly outside and she can't sleep when it's thundering (won't admit she's scared). But saiki is too tired and worn out to stop the storm and thunder in any way so he just sits there with her and comforts her. Obviously not because he likes her and cares for her just cause he couldn't sleep anyway 🙄😉🙄. But their friends find them cuddled up in the morning and won't stop teasing them.
(No proofread, we die like men)
BABY ITS COLD OUTSIDE!
YOUR THOUGHTS ARE FAR TOO LOUD TO LET HIM SLEEP
That’s an exaggeration—your mind was a constant buzz he could not escape. Sure, it wasn’t anything unusual per se; Kusuo’s gotten used to the onslaught of thoughts at night throughout his years. He had been hoping for reprise, perhaps, this week.
The idea of Saiko whisking them away to a cabin…or some stupid camp resort for spring break wasn’t on his wishlist at all, but it was granted anyway.
Sure, it had been fun for his friends, you included, but he’s spent far too much energy making sure that nobody got mauled by an animal or died of heatstroke. Kusuo was beginning to think this group had rotten luck.
Luck so rotten, in fact, it had began to storm.
To say the least, it was his last straw. Other than being drenched and muddied at his shoes, he would be fine with everything else (whining not included). All misfortunes had balled up into you—his current dilemma.
BSF!SAIKI BSF!SAIKI BSF!SAIKI AAAAHHHHHHHHH IS HE COMING BACK????
omg I just read through your entire blog and I love your writing sm!!! have a nice day ily<3
THREE THINGS ABOUT YOU!
Soft! Reader x Bsf!Kusuo (slight ooc probably)
(We’re piggybacking off that non-canon idea that his glasses counteract his x-ray vision)
Tense usage is messed up too
KUSUO IS BEGINNING TO THINK HE’S FAR TOO LENIENT WITH YOU.
He thinks it began when he let you borrow his sweater on an autumn day. When the wind fell right below warm and you hadn’t read the forecast. You gave him a tiny ‘Saiki?’ and a ‘please?’, and it felt like if he said no, he was kicking a dog.
It only got worse from there.
From sweaters, to pencils, to erasers, and to food, he began acquiescing with each gentle mumble and tug on his sleeve. Each time you asked, he would find a softness in your eyes seen only in bunnies in a tulip field. It sounds demeaning, almost. Saiki knew you were much more than some innocent, bumbling thing—much more. Yet, with each ask, he couldn’t help but say yes.
the people yearn for bsf! saiki, rhe people will receive