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😭
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.
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.
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.
The typhoon had him exhausted; the airplane had him worse. His head felt like it’d split like a juicy watermelon — ready to part down the middle at a simple tap. His body hummed with exertion.
Being worn down as a psychic was different. His muscles didn’t ache with effort of contractions. He didn’t “sweat”. Being tired in the psychic way made him feel like his body was ready to phase through the layers of the Earth with how every atom of him buzzed. Psychic exhaustion made everything feel like too much. But you never were.
When you had sensed his exhaustion, you lingered around like you were his sleepy ward — yawning, but silently doing menial items for him. The smallest grip of his could shatter something, so maybe it was for the best.
And when night fell, that’s when your plan was enacted. Your thoughts urged him to come to the beach — the chaperone had wrapped up their rounds. When he came down, he saw your clothes rustling with the salty wind. The smell of ocean breeze filled his nose as he sat down next to you on the blanket you set.
In record time, you fell asleep on his chest.
He couldn’t say he was surprised, because he wasn’t, but he was surprised at how quickly his body calmed. He hadn’t even noticed how clammy his hands were until the grains of sand stuck to his palms. His chest stopped shaking (his head still hurt though) and he realized how much he needed to rest.
Lying back with you, he looked up at the stars and wondered if this was mercy from them. Were they ever this bright? Were they ever this warm?
He supposed your presence made them shine brighter.
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.
Before class started, each morning, your head was on your desk. Saiki thought that couldn’t be comfortable at all. As a matter of fact, he wondered how you got anything done. No matter what, if you had free time, it was nap time. Even if you were with him (that part he didn’t mind)!
Whenever you could, you’d come over, smile with his parents before knocking out in his bed. You’d cling onto him (a twin-size only has so much space y’know), and sleep. You’d think he’d be content, but you had an iron grip in your sleep. If he moved an inch, you’d hold him tighter.
So much for being an all-powerful psychic now, huh?
Nowadays, he’s learnt how to adapt to it. He’s learnt the signs of you falling asleep — a twitch and breath hitch — and he’ll play a lullaby for you (perks of being a psychic). He’ll mindlessly stroke your back as he reads his manga, and other times he’ll join you in your nap.
He’d have a better shot of spending time with you in your dreams, anyway.
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).
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.
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.
Faintly, he heard all things you; irregular breaths and heart rate, the occasional thought, and a buzz. When all quieted down to let the rain and thunder take stage, you sat front row. He was half-tempted to fall asleep again—let you deal with it on your own. His head had a dull ache on his temples, and a faint tingle in his fingertips; his body felt weighted, so much so, he didn’t want to bother with the weather. However, a guilty conscience gnawed at him for leaving you there.
What if you got sick and then he had to deal with that in the morning?
Saiki turns a bit, from his back to his stomach. He clutches his pillow gently, stilling his breath to listen. His eyes flit to the three others in the room. The coast was clear.
Silently, he slips out of his bed with a blanket and walks to the living room where you resided. Your curled body sits on the couch, draped and soft. Even then, he knew better.
Your eyes blinked softly at him— a change from routine, “Saiki?”
He hadn’t particularly prepared an excuse.
‘I couldn’t sleep’
He watches the small tilt of your head and the soft scoot of your body. He takes the silent invitation and sits on the couch, sharing the blanket. His head tips back onto the backrest. This should suffice for tonight. He could see your heart slow, and the blood in your veins grazing normally.
Sure, the couch was big enough for the both of them, but Saiki didn’t mind being close to you. When the moon was hidden behind clouds that weeped, he didn’t mind playing guiding light for you
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“That’s got to be the closest I’ve seen Saiki be with someone.”
“Do you think they—“
“No!”
Even if he did feel rested for the first time in years, this might be the most tiring morning ever.
He didn’t mind, not when your eyes weren’t puffy and you were safe by his shoulder.
Saiki most definitely played with the sleeves of your shirt when you fall asleep, send tweet
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.
Being your best friend meant there was many things he knew about you. First and foremost, he was your social shield. He should probably tell you to make more friends and not use him as a social crutch. He should probably really tell you he’s not the picture of sociability. He doesn’t, however, say anything. He pretends not to notice that awkward stare you give him when the teacher says to get in pairs. He also pretends not to notice the fact you stare at everyone’s noses to falsify eye contact.
The second thing was that he thought was that you were god awful at being aware. He’s saved you from tripping over pebbles and crossing the street when a fast car is about to come through more times than he could count (he has dreams of those things, sometimes). He merely holds onto the back of your shirt or collar—tugging on it would probably throw you. The best part about it, though, was your smile and that small “Thank you Kusu…” because of course he let you call him by a nickname of his first name.
The third and the worst thing about you, was that you were touchy. He didn’t mean this in a mean way, per se—he was averse to touch as is, however it was a shock when you asked if you could play with his hair. Play with his hair? He doesn’t even like his mom doting on him.
He said yes anyway. Which opened the door to Narnia, apparently, because suddenly he became your personal ragdoll. Of course he wasn’t so spineless—if you tugged, he’d give you a small ‘watch it’ and it typically kept you in place. His left hand would be in both of yours as you played with his germanium ring, and his right hand would be holding a book. It was a simple balance.
Of course being your boy (best) friend meant that these things only occurred in private. He didn’t mind it…not that much anyway. Not when he had peace with you. Even if that peace meant that he was utterly a fool for his best friend
hey so… ya :3
Idk if I should do some writings for october, I think if I just had the prompts and ideas to, maybe I would :3
gummygunk
dailybridgerton
vaporwave
titsay
annaxmalina
kaledo-art
stormborns