Summary: Saiki and (Y/N) meet a new transfer student.
It was another day at school. (Y/N) and Saiki were sitting next to each other, watching as boys crowded around Teruhashi as usual. Apparently, she had met a boy on August sixth and developed a crush on him. Poor Saiki looked annoyed (more than usual, at least), and (Y/N) was amused since apparently his chance encounter with Teruhashi had garnered a lot of attention.
That being said, (Y/N)’s stomach clenched strangely at the knowledge that the “perfect pretty girl” liked Saiki. They chose to classify that under “weird” because “my best friend who hates people dating would be weird.” At least Saiki seemed irritated at the attention.
Other than Teruhashi’s crush, everything was normal at PK Academy (which wasn’t saying much. Nothing could be considered anywhere near normal there). At least, almost completely normal (by their standards).
“Hey, Saiki, (Y/N), don’t you think Nendou is acting strange today?” asked Kaidou. “Normally, he’d be bugging us to go to a ramen place or something.”
“True, he is acting a little strange.”
“He looks sad,” said (Y/N) decidedly.
“This is fishy. It does make me wonder what the deal is,” said Kaidou, “We should find out what.”
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How do I always get dragged into these things?
Saiki was once again questioning his life choices. He was hiding around the corner from Nendou with Kaidou and (Y/N). They were tailing their friend who was acting odd. All-in-all, it was the usual concoction of terrible life choices leading him to be stuck with “friends.” At least (Y/N) and Saiki were acting relatively normal. Kaidou….was Kaidou. He had put on a coat, hat, and sunglasses to complete the spy look.
“His house isn’t this way,” said Kaidou, “I bet something’s up.”
“Why are you so excited about this? And why are you so used to tailing someone?” commented Saiki.
“It’s a little creepy,…but hey, we’re not gonna hurt him!” said (Y/N), smiling.
“Hm?” Kaidou noticed Nendou stop. “What’s he looking at?”
Nendou gave a young girl a strange look.
Creepy.
Creepy.
Creepy.
All of them had the same thought.
“Look, he entered a shop this time!” said (Y/N), pointing down the street.
“Don’t start getting into this, too.” The last thing Saiki needed was (Y/N) going crazy.
“I might as well have fun,” they remarked.
“A flower shop? Don’t tell me he has a girlfriend…!” exclaimed Kaidou.
“No offense to Nendou, but that’s probably not the reason,” said (Y/N), sweat-dropping.
Nendou emerged with a bouquet of sunflowers.
“No, that’s definitely not it.”
“It’s too early to judge. There are many reasons to buy sunflowers,” said Kaidou.
“He’s entering another shop!” alerted (Y/N).
“A cake shop? Well, he definitely wouldn’t eat something like that, right?!” cried Kaidou. “Sunflowers, too. He clearly intends to give them to someone. But he doesn’t have a girlfriend to give them to!”
“Let’s just ask him. This might end up being a little personal. He may prefer to tell us instead of us accidentally finding out,” said (Y/N).
Saiki glanced at them from behind his glasses. Once again, (Y/N)’s apropos statement made his question whether or not they were a regular person or secretly a psychic. Maye they were just someone with common sense.
He could directly relate to what they had just said. Saiki had a personal issue: being a psychic, and he didn’t want people to find out if he didn’t want them to (which was all the time).
Strange…how do they manage to say just the right thing?
(Y/N) ran up to Nendou. “Hey, Nendou!”
“Oh, hey, pinky! Wow! Runt and pal are here, too.”
“Yeah, we’re curious about what you’re up to,” explained (Y/N).
Only mildly curious. It wouldn’t weigh on my mind.
“Oh, that’s easy,” said Nendou.
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“Visiting a grave?” Kaidou was surprised. The group was now in a graveyard looking at the Nendou Family Grave.
(Y/N) nodded in understanding. They had guessed that since Nendou definitely probably didn’t have a girlfriend, the flowers were likely for a relative. (Or that’s what they told themself. They actually didn’t really manage to guess anything).
“Yeah, my dad’s,” explained Nendou, “Today is the anniversary of his death.”
Kaidou made the connection. “Then the sunflowers and cake are…”
“They’re offerings, of course.” Nendou smiled. “It’s common sense to bring flowers and snacks when visiting a grave.”
“Of course,” agreed (Y/N). It was sweet. For all Nendou’s…stupidity, he had a good heart.
“When did your dad die?” asked Kaidou.
“Kaidou! That’s a really personal question,” admonished (Y/N), frowning.
“Don’t worry, girlie. It’s okay. He died before I was born,” said Nendou, “He died trying to save a kid who ran out into the street.”
“A hero,” said (Y/N) in awe. That explains where Nendou gets his helpful, sometimes impulsive, attitude.
“B-but if he died before you were born, then he must’ve died really young,” said Kaidou.
“Yeah. I think eighteen or nineteen. Do you wanna see his picture? I have it in my wallet.” Nendou looked excited.
“Sure!” said (Y/N), grinning.
Nendou showed off the picture. The pair were identical. It was kind of creepy.
“What?! This is your picture, isn’t it?” cried Kaidou in disbelief.
“I know, he looks like me, right?” Nendou smiled happily. “Mom says that I look more like him every year, too.”
“It’s beyond that! You’re practically twins!” (Y/N) was surprised they were so similar.
After looking over the picture, the group stood up and turned from the grave, readying to leave. Saiki, however, was staring slightly above the grave with a strange, slightly creeped out, look on his face.
“Saiki?” called (Y/N), “Are you alright?”
That vision of Nendou’s father was probably just my imagination. Saiki turned around with his usual blank face. “I’m fine.”
“Great! Let’s go get some ramen!” said Nendou.
As they began to walk, (Y/N) grinned at Saiki. “I’ve never seen you look like that before. It was almost like you saw a ghost.”
“I don’t believe in ghosts,” said Saiki. No matter how unreal I am. Unfortunately, the world had a way of going against his desires. (He was not a favorite of any gods that existed).
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(Y/N) walked through the halls, heading to the library to check out some books. They stopped, however, when they spotted Saiki and the transfer student. They instantly became curious since rumors were circulating that he was a medium. Did they believe in psychics or anything? They weren’t sure. They hadn’t really seen any proof for or against the existence of psychics, so (Y/N) kept an open mind. And there was no harm in checking it out.
“I don’t understand why you would want to hide it…” complained the purple-haired boy.
“Hide what?” asked (Y/N), nearing the two.
The transfer student jumped. “Oh-uh! S-Saiki and I are friends!”
“We’re not,” denied Saiki.
“Don’t think anything of it,” said (Y/N) to the purple-haired boy. They smiled and laughed. “Saiki never admits people are his friends.”
“He’s really not,” emphasized Saiki. He really didn’t want (Y/N) to get the wrong idea.
“Hush.” (Y/N) smiled to the transfer student. “I’m (Y/N) (L/N).”
“I’m Toritsuka Reita.” Toritsuka smiled “innocently,” but his inner thoughts were very different. Wow, they’re totally hot! “And I’m a medium who can tell you all about your Guardian Spirit!” People love this stuff!
Saiki leveled a deadly glare at Toritsuka. He sent a message directly to the pervert’s mind, making sure (Y/N) wouldn’t hear. “Stop.” He might not acknowledge (Y/N) was his friend, but he wouldn’t let Toritsuka try anything pervy with them. He didn’t like that idea. And (Y/N) didn’t deserve that.
Not that that was the issue. It was just Toritsuka being weird that Saiki wasn’t a fan of. Not (Y/N) being bothered in particular.
“I guess I am a bit curious,” admitted (Y/N), shrugging casually.
“Hmm, it seems—Oh, whoa!” Toritsuka’s eyes widened.
“What?” (Y/N) tilted their head.
Curious himself, Saiki surreptitiously tapped Toritsuka while using his psychometry. Now, he could see the ghosts the medium did. Sure enough, (Y/N)’s Guardian Spirit garnered the reaction Toritsuka had.
“They’re a sorcerer or a witch!” said Toritsuka. That's intimidating! Immediately, he took a step back. He wouldn’t try to mess with (Y/N) if that was their guardian spirit. Well, at least for a little.
That explains why (Y/N) always gets out of messes. Saiki found it interesting that (Y/N) was friends with a psychic and had a witch as a Guardian Spirit. Maybe there was a correlation. If that was so, then there was a correlation between god hating him and his own psychic powers.
“If what you say is true, then that’s pretty cool.” (Y/N) smiled at the idea of having someone looking out for them. “What’s Saiki’s guardian?”
“I don’t care about it.”
They shrugged. “Alright, if you say so.” They were pretty curious, but they wouldn’t push.
Saiki was tempted to smile for a moment but held back. He liked that they respected him enough not to pry. Most of his friends people who bothered him would push for information, but (Y/N) understood that Saiki preferred to keep to himself. They even helped out people like Toritsuka who were especially bothersome (and definitely didn’t deserve their kindness). As usual, the universe decided to mess with Saiki right as he was feeling pleased since just at that moment Teruhashi walked by. Luckily for Saiki (he didn’t get to say that often) she was only passing by.
However, it was enough for Toritsuka to fall in love (not that it was unusual for people to fall head-over-heels for Teruhashi at first sight). The blush on his face was evident to any passerby. “Wh-wh-wh-who’s that super pretty girl?!”
“That’s Teruhashi. She just passed by you for no reason whatsoever. You should thank her.” For the first time, Saiki was glad the school’s idol appeared since it meant Toritsuka would stop flirting (and thinking) so much about (Y/N), especially in such perverse ways.
That was a new thought.
Did you see all the nooks and crannies on her body, Saiki?! thought Toritsuka.
Suddenly, Saiki was glad that Toritsuka said stupid things so he could focus on that instead of whatever those thoughts were. “Don’t make it sound so perverted,” said Saiki.
“Watch out, here comes a swarm of girls,” warned (Y/N).
The crowd of girls mobbed Toritsuka with questions about their Guardian Spirit.
(Y/N) chuckled. “He seems quite content with the attention.” They weren’t an idiot; they saw how Toritsuka looked at them and girls. They were polite, but they were careful.
“Too much for my taste,” muttered Saiki.
“He’s very…honest with the boys.” (Y/N) sweat-dropped as Toritsuka bluntly told the boys that their Guardian Spirits were “old hags” and an “old geezer.”
“He’s very obvious,” said Saiki.
“At least he seems to be honest,” remarked (Y/N), “since he was impressed by Hairo’s.”
“You believe in psychics? And mediums and all that?” asked the pink-haired boy, glancing at them.
(Y/N) shrugged. “I mean sure, why not.” They smiled. “Life is more fun with the fantastical involved, ya know.”
I find it boring and annoying to have this much power. But I can understand their view. Saiki nodded.
“Hey, what’s my Guardian Spirit?” Nendou appeared out of nowhere.
“Now that’s something we can both say is interesting,” commented (Y/N).
“Yes,” agreed Saiki.
Toritsuka just ignored him.
(Y/N) sighed. “Man, I really wanted to find out. If Toritsuka tells you, let me know. I’ll buy you coffee jelly in return.”
Saiki would tell them if he found out anyways. When Toritsuka didn’t tell him later, the only reason Saiki wasn’t disappointed over losing coffee jelly was that he was too surprised to see Nendou’s father was Toritsuka’s Guardian Spirit. During the night, however, Saiki lamented the loss of coffee jelly.
I’ll just have to go to Café Mami tomorrow and maybe encounter (Y/N).
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It seemed the following day, (Y/N) had the same idea. I wonder if Saiki would like some coffee jelly. What am I thinking? He’s always up for coffee jelly. (Y/N) smiled and went down to Saiki’s house. They rang the doorbell.
Saiki opened it.
“Hey, Saiki, I was wondering if you wanted to go to Café Mami with me,” said (Y/N).
“I have a problem right now.”
“It must be serious if it keeps you from coffee jelly. What is it?” asked (Y/N).
“…” Saiki didn’t want to respond since he was slightly embarrassed about his extreme fear of insects.
“Come on, I won’t tease you,” reassured (Y/N).
“There’s a roach.”
“Gross.” (Y/N) shivered at the thought before taking a deep breath and smiling bravely. “I’ll get it. You just hold open the door so I can make a run for it.”
Saiki nodded and held the door, closing his eyes so he wouldn’t have to see the bug.
(Y/N) tiptoed into corridor and looked around. Sure enough, there was a roach on the floor. (Y/N) took out their handkerchief and crept closer to the insect. Pouncing, they grabbed it quickly and rushed to the door. “Gross, gross, gross!” They tossed it outside, and then Saiki slammed the door.
They both breathed a sigh of relief.
“How about we wait a minute for it to leave the front walk and then go to Café Mami?” murmured (Y/N), their back against the door.
“Are you an angel?” They perfectly anticipate what I’m thinking and make me feel comfortable. It was a strange thought but a true one. It seemed Saiki couldn’t avoid really being friends with (Y/N) and thinking of them as one.
(Y/N)’s cheeks turned pink. They hadn’t anticipated that or their own reaction, and they stammered out a “Huh?”
“Nothing.” Saiki avoided speaking again until they arrived at Café Mami.
coughing sounds like coffee and yk what coffee is? coffee jelly and yk who likes coffee jelly? kusuo saiki from 'hit' anime and manga the disastrous life of saiki k
