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, youâd 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 wasnât like you had the guts to just barge into their conversation â no way. Saiki knew youâd 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 â silent, but occupying his time nevertheless. You didnât 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!
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, heâd never admit it aloud, but he finds it comforting how much you trust him. In any case, he could sneeze and youâd be thrown to the wall with the force (heâs held back sneezes for this very reason), and thatâd be that. Nevertheless, despite his front of light annoyance, heâd let you sit by his side, loop your arm through his, and lay your head on his shoulder.
Heâd feel that signature twitch of your body, and then the way itâd melt onto his side. Heâd feel your arm go limp in his, but land near his hand. Heâd watch as your chest rises and falls in a rhythmic step â slow and steady. Most of all, heâd feel and hear your thoughts go silent.
Sometimes, he revels in your peace.
Heâd slip off those thin gloves, and feel your palm in his. Heâd 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 â skin to skin â and relaxes with you.
ughh okay I already posted it but Iâm 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 itâd split like a juicy watermelon â 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 didnât ache with effort of contractions. He didnât âsweatâ. 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 â 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, thatâs when your plan was enacted. Your thoughts urged him to come to the beach â 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 couldnât say he was surprised, because he wasnât, but he was surprised at how quickly his body calmed. He hadnât 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 youâre 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 couldnât 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 didnât mind)!
Whenever you could, youâd come over, smile with his parents before knocking out in his bed. Youâd cling onto him (a twin-size only has so much space yâknow), and sleep. Youâd think heâd be content, but you had an iron grip in your sleep. If he moved an inch, youâd hold him tighter.
So much for being an all-powerful psychic now, huh?
Nowadays, heâs learnt how to adapt to it. Heâs learnt the signs of you falling asleep â a twitch and breath hitch â and heâll play a lullaby for you (perks of being a psychic). Heâll mindlessly stroke your back as he reads his manga, and other times heâll join you in your nap.
Heâd 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 â a constant buzz in his head. He doesnât mind your thoughts specifically, because it lets him know how you are. As creepy as it sounds, he canât 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, heâd 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 youâd give him the standard tomo-choco (friend chocolate) nothing crazy, or maybe even giri-choco (obligation chocolate). He wouldnât get too ahead of himself, no. He knew he wasnât one to have debts due to him, nor was he that friendly to you (liar).
Yet, you give him handmade chocolates!
Now, he wasnât your lover â he wasnât your anything. The effort of making a coffee flavored chocolate was something he wasnât prepared for. Was this a confession? Were you just that nice? Maybe. After all, he was your proclaimed best friend.
He supposes that heâd 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 đđđ. 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
Thatâs an exaggerationâyour mind was a constant buzz he could not escape. Sure, it wasnât anything unusual per se; Kusuoâs 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 cabinâŠor some stupid camp resort for spring break wasnât on his wishlist at all, but it was granted anyway.
Sure, it had been fun for his friends, you included, but heâs 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 youâhis 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 againâlet 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 didnât 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 himâ a change from routine, âSaiki?â
He hadnât particularly prepared an excuse.
âI couldnât sleepâ
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 didnât mind being close to you. When the moon was hidden behind clouds that weeped, he didnât mind playing guiding light for you
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âThatâs got to be the closest Iâve seen Saiki be with someone.â
âDo you think theyââ
âNo!â
Even if he did feel rested for the first time in years, this might be the most tiring morning ever.
He didnât mind, not when your eyes werenât 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)
(Weâre 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 HEâS 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 hadnât read the forecast. You gave him a tiny âSaiki?â and a âplease?â, 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 thingâmuch more. Yet, with each ask, he couldnât 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 heâs not the picture of sociability. He doesnât, 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 everyoneâs noses to falsify eye contact.
The second thing was that he thought was that you were god awful at being aware. Heâs 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 collarâtugging on it would probably throw you. The best part about it, though, was your smile and that small âThank you KusuâŠâ 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 didnât mean this in a mean way, per seâhe 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 doesnât 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 wasnât so spinelessâif you tugged, heâd give you a small âwatch itâ 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 didnât mind itâŠnot 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
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