im thinking of putting my fics on ao3 lol is the saiki kusuo/reader tag still active . . . i'd post under the same username If it isnt taken already lols
im thinking of putting my fics on ao3 lol is the saiki kusuo/reader tag still active . . . i'd post under the same username If it isnt taken already lols
♠︎ You don't have siblings. Kusuo has an older brother, and you get curious.
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“Your mother told me your brother was coming to town.”
Saiki knew where the conversation was going.
“You didn't tell me you had a brother.”
“He isn't relevant.”
“Okay.”
You didn't press any further.
You twist and turn in bed, laying flat on your back, staring at the ceiling.
Unbeknownst to you, Saiki was looking at you. Feeling his eyes on you, you turn your back against him. Thoughts begin running through your head.
What's his brother like? Does he also have powers? Does Saiki hate him? Why?
However,
at night, Saiki wears the ring for a little peace and quiet before going to bed. He's waiting for you to talk.
Despite dealing with multiple inner dialogues his whole life, when stripped of it, the loudest voice belonged to him. Saiki contemplates between taking off the ring, and initiating the conversation. He certainly felt like the conversation about Kusuke was to be had during the day, but the topic was already brought up. Besides, where would he even start? Were you already asleep?
“You don't have to tell me anything.” You start, “I don't need to be a psychic to know this is a sensitive topic.” You face him before continuing, “Look, I know all siblings are different. If you want to talk about it, we can talk about it another time.”
You hold Saiki's face, caressing his cheek with your thumb. “You should get lots of sleep, Kusuo.”
“Okay.”
“Okay. Good night.”
Saiki takes off the ring once you've turned your back away from him. Still, questions about his brother's return lingered in his mind—louder than everyone else awake at this hour.
Saiki wears the ring once more and sits up. He looks around your room. There were photos of your family, friends, scenery—it was a sentimental area. Then, Saiki looks at you. He used to believe such an act was creepy, but in this moment, he understands.
Inhale, exhale.
Saiki wears the ring. His gaze is still on you, and a small smile appears on his face. Out loud, he manages to whisper, “I’ll tell you someday.”
But I won’t let you meet him. I don’t want you getting tangled in his schemes—as cartoonish as it sounds.
— notes: Heyyyy👋🌊 i hope saiki isnt ooc here ! i havent watched the show in a long time haha
— things: platonic or romantic :-)
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It was finally vacation for Saiki Kusuo, who made an effort to not have any plans over the break. He wanted to enjoy some alone downtime.
Unfortunately for him, his mother disagreed.
“Go outside, Ku! Meet up with your friends!”
Saiki listed all the people he deemed friends, then assessed his roster.
There was Nendou, who was undoubtedly out of the choices. Too unpredictable.
Kaidou? Hanging out with Kaidou has a high chance of including Nendou—that eliminated the Jet-Black Wings. Besides, he would be dealing with the “dark reunion,” Saiki recalled; he knew Kaidou pertained to summer classes.
Kuboyasu was a choice. Saiki wasn't sure what was there for them both to do… they obviously had conflicting interests, and Saiki didn't want to spend the day with Kuboyasu awkwardly figuring out what they could do together.
Yumehara? With Teruhashi.
Teruhashi? Kokomins.
Toritsuka? Ghosts.
You? Busy…?
Saiki was well aware that you transferred schools by the next school year—if his memory was correct, it was because your parents wanted you to be able to help out with the family café over the summer, the café that was closer to your home.
Ah.
Saiki finally had plans.
You and Saiki weren’t the closest duo out of the friend group. You two have been classmates since the first year of high school, but have only started interacting in the second.
From those interactions, Saiki found you to be quite predictable, but, as it is with most humans, your actions aren't formulaic.
For his trip to your family's café, he decided to bring his anti-telepathy ring. He wasn't wearing it on his way to the café. Once Saiki lined up, however…
“Welcome! Oh, Saiki! What a surprise! What would you like to order?”
Your voice startles him. Were you too loud? Too energetic? Are you even overthinking the interaction?
Saiki would not know.
“What would you recommend?”
You answer his question. With that, Saiki's perception of you is affirmed with your drink recommendation. He responds, “I'll have that, and one serving of coffee jelly.”
You smile at him, tell the total of his order, and, “I’ll sit with you once I serve your drinks.”
You are sitting across Saiki. He still has the ring on, so he can't read your thoughts. He wonders how you'll start the conversation; you certainly look like you're looking for topics.
Saiki is a bit impatient.
“Are you on vacation as well?” “How are the others?”
Oh!
You both spoke at the same time. You laugh at this. “Nevermind, I'll answer your question.”
Ah, you're still considerate.
“Unfortunately, no. I still have classes next week—”
Thus, begins your rant about your horrible classmates and the amount of deadlines in classes you two no longer shared. You still made it a point to explain each individual you were talking about though.
Saiki eats his coffee jelly while you talk. A smile settles on his lips once he puts down the cup it was served in.
“Oh! Right! We're supposed to be catching up and I ended up unloading on you so suddenly…”
Before you could continue, Saiki cuts you off, “It's fine. I don't mind.”
He'd rather be hearing your irritated thoughts alone than deal with that from hundreds of other people—at least he cares about you.
“Besides,” Saiki continues, “I don't have much to say about the others; they're still the same. Kaidou’s taking summer classes, Nendou is doing whatever, same thing with Kuboyasu—”
His words are interrupted when you laugh at his statement, which catches Saiki off guard.
Saiki hasn't heard you laugh in a long time. Some part of him wonders about the warm feeling in his chest when he hears it again—unadmittedly, the feeling has lingered since you sat down with him.
You're smiling at Saiki. He wonders what you'll say next. Perhaps you'll say that—
“I miss you guys.”
Figures. “We all miss you too.”
Some more than others—but that was an afterthought not to be said out loud.
You ask Saiki how he's liking his order. To this, Saiki nods and replies, “The coffee jelly was really delicious. I also like your recommendation.”
“Yay! Will I be seeing you more often?” Before Saiki could answer, you gleefully add, “You can bring the others as well! I'll let you know when I'm finally free from school.”
Saiki nods. As he finishes his drink, he wonders about taking off the ring now.
“I think I'll stay for a little while after I'm finished.”
This time, it is you who is caught off guard. You quickly cover it up with a smile.
“Thank you, Saiki. I needed this.” It's so nice to finally talk to someone who listens.
Saiki puts the ring on again. If he's going to listen to you, he’ll listen fully. After all, you two haven’t talked in a long time. Saiki would much rather focus on you.
Saiki’s mom calls out to her son, “Ku! Check who’s at the door for me, please?”
Saiki nods. He’s already heard the inner voice of whoever rung the doorbell to his home– he knows it’s you, and he knows why you’re there.
“Belated happy birthday, Saiki! Sorry I’m late, I didn’t know your birthday at first.”
Now, he needs a way out.
First, he accepts your gift. Maybe you’ll leave after he takes it. Of course, Saiki can’t just rudely shut the door on you– he doesn’t want to hurt your feelings get scolded by his mom. So, he engages in small talk. “It’s alright. You got the month right, at least. The only ones who greeted me correctly are Mera, Aiura and– to my surprise– Toritsuka.”
Confused, you ask, “And who... got the month wrong?”
“Everyone else. We partied in May. Is that all?”
Saiki tunes in to your thoughts, and he’s hopeful he’ll spend the rest of the day alone. Yes? No? I wanted to hang out, but maybe not? He clings onto that “maybe not” of yours.
Like any other person, you get curious. You ask him again, “No...? May? You guys partied in May?”
“It’s a long story,” he says. He’s hearing your (still) inquisitive thoughts. Saiki internally sighs. I need to get this over with, quick. There’s a show I want to watch that airs at 4:30 PM. It’s only 1 PM, but time is fast. He steps to the side, allowing you to walk past the gate. He doesn’t know why he’s letting you in. Saiki takes off his footwear before entering his house, and you do the same.
Saiki announces his presence to his mom, as well as yours. “Oh, dear! Are you here to celebrate Ku’s birthday? Have you eaten lunch already?”
You nod in response to both questions from Saiki’s mom. “Well, I’m not too sure about the celebration part... I figured I’d just give Saiki his gift, then leave–”
Saiki’s mom shakes her head. “No, stay! You obviously made the effort to come all the way here. Stay as long as you’d like.”
Good grief. Saiki forgot to take his mother’s friendly nature into account...
“Okay, I’ll stay.”
... As well as your politeness. Not to mention, the fact you’ve been looking for opportunities to be alone with him.
So, you and Saiki head up to his room.
You two aren’t the closest of friends. Sure, you’d go straight for him when you needed a partner for school and you two would sometimes walk home together, but you aren’t as close to him as Nendou and the others.
That doesn’t stop you from having feelings for Saiki, though. What started as a silly crush to help you pass the time in class developed into full-on fantasies of going on dates with him.
Usually, Saiki wouldn’t mind such things when it came to people like you– people who don’t act on their feelings– because that means he wouldn’t need to actively avoid you, but you confused him.
Saiki sometimes wanted nothing more than to ask you about your feelings for him, but that just felt uncharacteristic for him to do.
He wants you to act on your feelings– tell him how you feel. For what reason? He cannot put a pin on it. Not yet.
Saiki opens the door to his room, letting you enter first.
You sit on the foot of his bed and ask, “Did you have fun?”
Saiki sits on the chair in his room, which isn’t too far from you, before answering. “I don’t really celebrate my birthday in the way others would, but I splurged and bought lots of coffee jelly. My mother baked cake too.”
You give him a small smile. “So, is that a yes?”
Saiki nods.
Saiki didn’t really have much of a plan or intention to kick you out of his house. You didn’t talk his ear off as often as his other friends, so he figures you two can sit in his room alone in silence. He doesn’t hear you mentally complain, anyway. Most of your thoughts at that moment were in regards to the way his room looked.
Most of your thoughts.
I should ask about the show that’s going to air later this noon. Oh. My god. I can’t believe I’m alone with the guy I like, it’s the perfect time to confess!
Saiki hears your thoughts, yet he does not do anything about the confession part. He and you both know you’ve thought of confessing your feelings multiple times but chickened out everytime.
Hm. Saiki wonders if this time, you get the courage and finally tell him. He knows what he’ll say.
Your eyes dart nervously to Saiki, then at the TV right next to his bed, where you’re seated.
“Have you... Do you know about the show that’s airing later? 4:30?”
Saiki nods.
“Would you want to watch it together?” You take a deep breath after asking. Fortunately, he nods.
“Would you like something to drink? Or eat?” Saiki asks. If you’re staying, he might as well be a good host.
“Ah, just water. Maybe, uhm, coffee jelly– if you’re going to get some of your own.”
Saiki nods and he exits his room, leaving you alone.
You eye the gift you handed to Saiki. You had only gotten him a cardigan, unsure of any specific tastes of his, although the design was quite... un-Saiki; it wasn’t plain, but it wasn’t too much design. It just didn’t look like something he’d wear often, though you figured he could probably try out new things.
You just hope he likes it. To be safe, you had bought him a gift card to the store you got his gift from.
Saiki opens the door with a tray in his hands. Two cups of coffee jelly and one glass of water.
You make yourself comfortable on the floor of his room, Saiki sitting across from you and setting the tray down.
You take a sip of water before muttering, “Thank you.” Saiki gives a small nod before silently eating his coffee jelly.
He doesn’t really like being talked to while he’s eating, you think. You’re left to just look at Saiki with that expression he’s always wearing when he’s eating anything sweet. It’s cute.
You’re opting to confess, Saiki feels it. As unromantic as the scene seemed to be– two friends sitting on the floor without talking– he figures if he should be confessed to, it’d have to be nothing grand.
Plus, he knows what he’ll reply, anyway. He’s prepared his response since the first time you backed out of confessing to him.
You grab a plastic spoon and open your cup of coffee jelly. Before you take a bite of the sweet treat, you finally say the words.
“I like you.”
I know. I’m still chewing, hang on.
You quickly eat a spoonful of coffee jelly before Saiki could even respond. Say something, please?
You anxiously eat your coffee jelly, waiting for Saiki to finish eating his.
...
Finally, finally, Saiki replies.
“I don’t really know yet, but I might like you too.”
You feel as though a wave of relief washes over you. At least it’s not a rejection. Oh my god. “Really?”
Saiki nods. He doesn’t say anything else, and in shock, neither do you.
“Don’t ask me how I know this–”
Mentally, you interject, I probably won’t, but continue.
“–but I know you’ve liked me for a while now.”
You sigh in frustration. “I thought I was hiding it well...”
I can’t help that I have telepathy. Saiki discards that thought, instead saying, “No, you were pretty obvious.”
You laugh quietly. “God, I’m sorry! Glad that you might like me back. At least that being obvious wasn’t in vain.” You smile at Saiki. “Belated happy birthday, again. Next year, I’ll be sure to greet you on time.”
✦ — notes : i am doing anything BUT the diap series prolouge. im sorry okay pls forgive me 😭 i promise ill try to upload it during the week
i can't sleep without a pillow it feels so incomplete and empty and it irritates me ARRGGHHHHH
୨୧ cws : touch starved reader. fluff.
✦ — warnings : established romantic relationship. probably ooc saiki.
you and SAIKI planned to watch a movie at his house while having both of your favorite sweets at the same time.
saiki had just teleported to buy coffee jelly and your favorite desert at a convenience store.
you stared at the open window of his bedroom. it's a sunny day. the sunlight pooled through the window, giving your room a lukewarm ambience.
the birds chirped as the wind breezed in the room. the cool breeze was subtly brushing your face.
you inhale the fresh air, and relax for a bit as you bask in your lonesome.
that was when you realized that you were feeling tired and drowsy. your eyes were starting to close on you. right, you didn't get enough sleep this week because of some class report.
you fight the urge to sleep and occasionally flick yourself on the forehead a few times to wake yourself up. it worked, but it didn't stay for long.
curses. it's getting hard to stay up. you wouldn't want to ruin a date, would you?
.. or maybe you should go and get some shut eye for a bit. saiki's gone for a few minutes so you have some time to take a power nap.
you yawned, rubbing your eyes slowly. it wouldn't hurt, right?
yeah, it wouldn't.
you close your eyes, deciding to snooze for a bit. you grab a nearby pillow and cuddle with it. you can subtly smell saiki's scent on it.
you slowly feel your drowsiness enveloping you, and immediately fall asleep.
saiki teleports back with a bag filled with coffee jelly and your favorite dessert, and sees your figure cuddling a plushie.
'figures, i knew they would be sleeping by now.' he rubs his eyes through his glasses. he's aware you hadn't had enough sleep this week, and it made you miserable.
saiki stared at the pillow you were hugging. he knew you were touch starved and absolutely hated it. he'd swat your hand away if you tried to pinch his cheeks; he's not the one to like physical touch.
he's seen you cuddle plushies and pillows in your sleep, but why is he getting so worked up just because of a mere pillow?
'no, it's nothing to me. why would i get—'
then it hit him hard. saiki, an all knowing and powerful psychic, getting lowkey jealous because of a lousy pillow? absolutely foolish. he wouldn't feel like that at all!
this is something silly to be absurd about, and he felt preposterous; not only on that damn pillow but himself too, for getting so pissed at it for some stupid reason. screw that pillow— screw himself too!
a sigh escapes his lips as he sets the bag down at his table. he wouldn't mind spending the rest of the day sleeping in with you anyway, he's tired too.
he walks to his bed, carefully lying down as to not wake you up; the two of you are in close proximity. he reluctantly drapes his arm over you, pulling you close.
it feels weird for him to be this close to you, even though if you've exchanged kisses and stuff. but now it's happening to him— and he's the one doing it, but he somehow.. doesn't really mind.
saiki closes his eyes and immediately felt lightheaded after, enveloping your warmth as he falls into deep slumber.
you're going to have to wake up to a lazy psychic after.
image description. a screenshot from my retrospring. an anonymous user (🎊 party popper is the general name i chose) asked me, “anyways, how are you?? also, "my solace is you." omg it was so cute PLEASE I JUST LOVE SAIKI LMFAOO”. and i answered, “im fine ty!!!! also THANK YOUU !!! i wanted saiki to just say he misses the reader but we both know he's too tsundere for that LOLL”. end image description.
— summary: Kusuo can’t sleep, and you just want to be there for him.
— notes: hey so it is like 11pm for me rn. idk i wrote this on a whim to get me away from writers block and to help me like. write away my feelings... ew...
— things: established. something! LOL.. ok. platonic or romantic, depends on you!
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It is quite... hard, being involved with a psychic.
Saiki Kusuo.
He knows what you’re thinking 24/7—while you can’t even seem to get a word out of him.
You can’t blame him for that, of course. It’s not like he popped out of his mother demanding for every power in the world.
Although, it’s a funny thought. A cartoonish one, at that.
“It is a funny thought.”
You jumped in your seat. It was 10 PM, and you’re supposed to be alone. Plus, your house was relatively far from Kusuo. So, how–?
“I teleported.”
You frown at him. “Right, and—hey! At least let me pretend you’re not involuntarily listening to my thoughts.” You’re quiet as Kusuo takes up space on your bed. You move a little so he’s more comfortable.
“So, what brings you here?”
Kusuo doesn’t look at you when he answers, “I couldn’t sleep.”
You hum in response. “I thought you had that little–well, not little–unoccupied and undiscovered space here on Earth that’s specifically yours. Can’t you, I don’t know, try to... I don’t know.”
But, it’s not like you think Kusuo isn’t a human. Kusuo just happens to be a human with powers.
“Because it is very comfy, being surrounded by solid rocks with bugs underneath them.” Kusuo shivers at the mention of the small creatures. You can’t help but laugh at him.
It is moments like this that keeps you grounded on the fact that Kusuo is... just like you. He is human. He is a teenager like you, experiencing relatively normal teenage problems. Say, having to use your psychic superpowers to avoid a girl that had feelings for you that you didn’t reciprocate; totally average! If you took out the powers part.
“I can’t read your mind, you know?”
Kusuo looks at you, though he doesn’t turn to actually face you. “I know that.”
“So,” you ask, “why did you teleport all the way here if you couldn’t sleep?”
Kusuo looks to the other side. “I just thought you might still be awake.”
He turns to face you, then you reply, “I guess it’s a good thing that I am.” You smile at him. “I was just thinking about you, you know?”
“I know.”
“I know that you know... And... I also want to know what you’re thinking.”
You notice Kusuo’s lips curve downwards ever so slightly. “You... don’t have to talk about it. We could just... stay here until we fall asleep. My parents know, anyway, about the whole... powers situation. They’ll understand if they find you here.”
Kusuo nods, then you lie down and make space for him. He shakes his head. “I’ll sleep on the floor.”
“Hey, wait,” you stand up and rub your eyes, “there is a futon somewhere in my closet. Use that.”
“You go ahead and rest, I can use my Psychokinesis to lay it all out.”
“You sure you don’t need my help, Kusuo?”
He shakes your head at you. “You’ve already helped me a lot tonight. Please, rest. It’s fine.”
You climb back into bed and slowly make yourself comfortable. Through a yawn, you still manage to make conversation with Kusuo, “Just... wake me up when you need me, alright?”
“Mhm. Sleep well.”
You close your eyes with a gentle smile. “Yeah, you too. Good night.”
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