kusuo saiki x fem! reader
⟢ established relationship & fluff
Summary: In which, he's not a fan of any sort of touching, whether it be from his parents or his so-called friends. He was willing to get out of his comfort zone because of you.
"Coffee Jelly!" - Normal Speaking
"Coffee Jelly!" - Saiki Speaking
Saiki had always been uncomfortable with physical contact, a fact that became painfully evident to everyone around him. He typically made a concerted effort to avoid any form of touch, especially in public settings. Sure, every now and then he had let small gestures slide, particularly with his parents, mostly his dad—but that was neither here nor there. From the very first moment you had met him, it had been crystal clear that he wasn't fond of public displays of affection. He had even taken the time to explain—at length—why holding hands or showing any sort of affection in public was off the table.
So, it was nothing short of perplexing when, in the middle of the bustling arcade bustling with sounds of laughter and the beeping of games, he suddenly attempted to hold your hand. The sight of his fingers slowly inching towards yours while resting on the claw machine shocked you.
"Kusuo?" your voice cut through the cacophony of the arcade, a curiosity and disbelief coming from your tone. "What are you doing with your hand?" You raised an eyebrow, your gaze trailing from his slightly twitching hand to his face.
His response came with a shrug, "Nothing." Saiki glanced away, his eyes darting to the side as if trying to dismiss the moment. But when he looked back at you, there was an unmistakable twitch at the edges of his lips. "Just hurry up," he added, yanking his hand away as if the contact had shocked him, letting it drop back to his side with a quiet thud against his pants.
With a nod, you redirected your attention back to the claw machine, determined to win a stuffed toy despite the frustration that was beginning to bubble up inside you as you maneuvered the joystick. You felt his eyes on you, the weight of his gaze making your heart race slightly, and as you failed once again to snag a prize, you groaned in exasperation.
"Oh, come on!" you exclaimed, glaring at the machine as if it were the source of all your woes.
Saiki sighed, the sound of annoyance barely masking a hint of amusement. He knew he could easily use his powers to help you win on the first try. But something felt different this time; he wanted to support you without giving away his abilities. "Here," he said, leaning in closer, his presence warm against your back. His hand covered yours, guiding it over the joystick with an unexpected gentleness.
In a moment of shock, you instinctively tried to pull your hand away, but his grip tightened with a subtle insistence. Saiki manipulated your movements with deft skill, shifting the joystick over to the very stuffed animal you sought. With a slight tug, the claw grasped it on the first attempt, lifting it triumphantly into the winning chute. "There, happy?" he asked, his voice smooth but slightly muffled as he took a step back, slipping his hands into his pockets while carefully gauging your reaction.
You beamed, an involuntary smile lighting up your face as warmth prickled your cheeks. "Thank you!" you replied, bending down to retrieve the small white rabbit stuffed animal, its floppy ears bouncing as you pulled it out. "You didn’t need to help me, you know," you added, a playful lilt in your voice.
Saiki shrugged, glancing away as if the moment held no significance. "No problem," he muttered, though the hint of a smile lingered at the corners of his lips.
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"There are so many people here," you observed, your gaze sweeping across the busy arcade, taking in the multitude of laughter and excited shouts surrounding you.
"That's annoying," he replied, his mouth pressed into a thin line, marking his clear distaste for the crowd.
Just as you began to ask why he wasn’t expressing the irritation with any verbal complaint, you felt his grip suddenly wrap around your hand, pulling you through the throng of bodies. "Kusuo—!" you stumbled in surprise, your steps quickening to keep up as he led you through the maze of people, his hand firmly clasping yours.
Once you finally broke free from the clutches of the crowd, you noticed your cheeks were flushed with a pretty pink color, warmth spreading through you that had nothing to do with the bustling activity around you. "What was that about?" you asked, frowning slightly as you glanced down at your intertwined hands, a wave of disbelief washing over you.
Saiki remained silent, eyes focused straight ahead, his usual stoic expression masking whatever thoughts ran through his mind. "You were taking too long," he shrugged, casting a sidelong glance down at you, an eyebrow quirking up in faint annoyance.
"I think I pulled a muscle," you grumbled, rubbing your shoulder absentmindedly, trying to mask the discomfort with laughter.
Saiki frowned at your comment, an eyebrow raised as he looked away. "Not my problem," he muttered, already fixing your shoulder pain.
"Oh! The pain went away!" you said suddenly, blinking slowly as confusion crept over your features. "That was odd…but amazing!" you added with a bright smile, your excitement evident even in your bewilderment.
"Yeah. Now let's go," Saiki said, the corner of his mouth quirking up just the slightest bit as he tugged you along again. His fingers remained interlocked with yours.
What about Saiki meeting a Reader who has pretty appearance like Teruhashi Kokomi, but has the average mindset and personality like Satou Hiroshi?
You’re Nothing Special (AKA: Perfect)
- Kusuo Saiki
Synopsis: The new student is more than Saiki expected. You are completely ordinary. Nothing about you is different or odd and Saiki loves it. He has decided he must become your closest friend, all throughout a 3-step plan.
Guys I have noticed the favoritism towards this little psychic, which I completely understand. I guess I just thought people would like my Jjk works better, but I’ve been having so much fun with your request. Anyways, this is the first “series” of Saiki I’ve made and I hope you guys enjoy it! Part 2 is in the works as I type ;)
“Regular speaking.”
Regular thinking.
Saiki Thinking.
‘Saiki Speaking.’
Your texts
Saiki’s text
creds for interchange above: @horrorhot-line
Warnings: None. Although Saiki does act tad bit obsessed about you.
Word Count: 1.8k
Pt.1 ᯓ★ Pt.2
The school was buzzing with anticipation. Whispers flooded the hall of the new girl in school. They wondered if she would be popular or just another extra wandering the halls.
“I hope she’s hot.”
“I’m betting she’ll be a nerd.”
“She won’t be as pretty as me.”
“Maybe she’ll join the math club?”
“Shut up geek.”
Yes, the campus was very excited to see their new classmate. Except for a certain psychic. I really couldn’t care any less. And Saiki meant it. A new student meant another headache Saiki had to endure and it was wishful thinking to hope they didn’t create any sort of problem. As Saiki’s luck would have it, the new girl was moving into his own class.
“Buddy!” An overly loud voice shouted, making Saiki let out an audible sigh,”Have you heard about the new girl?” The big oaf, Nendo, slid his way to Saiki’s desk, carrying along Saiki’s other pain,”I heard that she’s quiet and shy, so I bet you when she gets a look at The Jet Black Wings, she’ll fall into my arms.” Or she’ll run and find the nearest psychologist.
Saiki was so tired of these two, but they clung to him even if he wasn't particularly kind to them. Although, they were both extremely out of the ordinary and they could make perfect distraction. It was as if a lightbulb had flicked on his head, ‘You should go for it.’ Kaidou and Nendo whipped their heads around, astonished by Saiki’s proposition.
“Woah, are you being serious?” Kaidou questioned,”I thought you would call me an idiot or something.” Nendo scratched his neck, a bit freaked out by his buddies' words,”I mean, if Saiki is saying that, then I would listen to him.” Like a flipped switch, Kaidous' unsureness washed away and he was standing confidently with his chest puffed out,”Yeah, I will. Thank you for your wise words, my closest friend.” Good grief. Now you’re just making it weird.
Kaidou marched back to his seat, leaving only Nendo to watch the blue-haired boy pridefully. He looked down, tossing a large thumbs up at the psychic,”You’re a great friend Saiki, I’m so proud.” A tear slipped from Nendo’s eye and Saiki truly couldn’t believe Nendo was a human who walked earth. As he walked to his seat, he slapped his hand on Saiki’s back, and while he could just teleport to the side to avoid his hand, the class was too crowded, so he miserably had to accept the pat.
Eventually the class settled down, everyone in their respective seats. As soon as the bell rang, the teacher clapped grabbing everyone’s attention,”I’m sure you have all heard of the new student,” this caused a small chatter to start, but the teacher continued anyways,”Well, lucky for you guys, she is moving into our class,” Moving towards the door, Saiki’s teacher motioned to it,”Come on in!”
A deafening silence fell over each student, everyone holding their breath as the girl began to walk in. Saiki couldn’t deny his own anticipation, but he was much more toned down. When you finally came into view, Saiki wanted to disappear, teleport out of the school, because there was no way you were going to bring anything good. You stood before the class and Saiki was the only one who could see the tiny golden ring of light embracing you. It wasn’t as blinding as his, or Teruhashi’s, but it was still there.
Those around him let out gasps, because, even if Saiki didn’t want to admit it, you were beautiful. Great. She’ll most likely join Teruhasi’s group or become her enemy. Either way, I want nothing to do with it. His classmates' thoughts made it worse, each of them annoying the psychic more and more.
She’s so hot, but not as much as my goddess.
I can already tell she’s going to love her knight, Jet Black Wings.
What time is lunch again?
“Why don’t you introduce yourself to everyone?” The teacher suggested. You nodded, stating your name,” Um, I hope we all get along,” This intrigued Saiki, just a bit, but his interest was caught nonetheless. The teacher let out an awkward laugh at your bland answer,”Why don’t you tell the class about why you moved here?”
You shrugged,”It’s nothing special, they just moved here because of my moms job and this school was a good option.” The teacher was obviously trying to get more information out of you,”Right and any fun facts about yourself?”
Taking your time, you conjured a few,”I have a pet cat at home and I like to bake.” The teacher's jaw dropped, how can she be so ordinary? They thought,”Do you have a favorite class? At least?” You nodded shortly,”Science is pretty fun.”
The class was so confused. You were so pretty, but so boring. On the other hand, Saiki was having a very good epiphany. There’s nothing weird about you. No odd fascination or addiction. You hadn’t moved to a different school for being a bad student. You don’t play make believe and you don’t seem dumb.
The teacher had dismissed you to your seat and it was then that Saiki realized what you were. You’re not anything special, you’re ordinary. Perfect. A while ago, Saiki had found someone like you, but sadly for him, Hiroshi thought Saiki was too odd to be friends. But you were going to be his redemption. Maybe today the universe was on his side, because you strolled up and sat right next to him. Maybe Saiki was going to enjoy school from now on.
—
The psychic had curated a three day plan on how to become your friend and at the most, your closest friend. Because of your normal introduction, no one spoke about you. The excitement from a few hours ago was gone. Whenever someone asked who hadn’t seen you yet, they waved them off, saying something like,”Don’t even worry about her, she’s like the boringest person here.”
And Saiki adored it. The more people ignored you, the more valuable you became. The word some would describe Saiki as at this time, is obsessed, but how could he not be? Everyday he wished for someone to come along that had no interesting traits about them and you were that person. So the next day, he began the first step to his plan. 1. Prove that Saiki can be kind.
Kind was a bit of a stretch, but he couldn’t be mean to you, even if he tried. He was going to have to play it friendly. The downside to you being normal, meant that nothing problematic happened in your life. So as Saiki sat next to you, waiting for a chance to show you his kindness, no opportunity came forward. You were just taking notes like a normal human. Which Saiki would usually gush over, but he had more important plans. He glanced at your desk, noticing the extra highlighter resting near your notebook. He knew you weren’t going to accidentally hit it, so he took matters into his own hands. Someone has to do it.
Saiki focused on your highlighter, using his telekinesis to pull it closer and closer to the edge of your desk, until it fell onto the floor. People turned their heads, but when they saw you, they didn’t seem to care and turned back. The psychic saw you turn and before you could reach down and pick it up, Saiki was already lifting it from the ground, handing it to you,”Oh, thank you.”
Your short and simple response almost made Saiki forget to answer you, ‘It’s not a problem.’ And that was it, you turned back to your work and left Saiki alone. Little did you know, you were putting that boy in a trance. You barely interacted with him and Saiki was starting to smile.
There was a tiny setback in Saiki’s plan, but he didn’t seem to notice. His first course of action was to prove he was a nice person, but he only spoke to you once, so you didn’t have a great impression of him, just that he had manners. Still, Saiki couldn’t see a problem and left you alone the rest of the day. Well, he searched for you in the halls and the cafeteria, but he would never mention that.
—
The next step was to grow in proximity together. Only sitting with you in one class wasn’t enough time to create a good friendship, so he had to use the resources around him. Like the new duo project assigned by the teacher.
“And Saiki you will be paired with the new girl.” The teacher called out, lifting the two slips of paper they had pulled out of a bowl. Okay, so Saiki may have used his hypnosis ability to make your name appear on the slip, but it’s all in good nature. How else am I supposed to get closer if you’re stuck with some idiot?
After hearing this, you turned to the boy next to you,”I guess we’re stuck together, huh, Saiki?” The psychic couldn’t believe it. You knew his name. You were speaking to him, making jokes, maybe he actually had a chance this time. He gave a soft smile, nodding, ‘I don’t mind it.’
The teacher kept going on about the partner and you turned to him, pulling out your phone,”Here, we can swap contacts to plan a get together.” It was music to Saiki’s ears and he happily accepted your suggestion. Once he put his name into the contact, the bell rang out, making the students around you two stand and exit the class. He passed you back your device, watching as you stood,”Well, see you later, Saiki.”
You gave him a small wave and faded into the crowd of students. My plan is going better than expected.
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Saiki sat in the lunchroom, surrounded by his group of annoyances, but rather than spending his time listening to the exasperating conversations between Nendo and Kaidou, or over hearing the drooling thoughts of Teruhashi’s goons, his attention turned to his phone buzzing on the table. When he flipped it over, he was surprised to see your name in the notification. It was you. His food was abandoned quickly and he typed back.
Hey, do you have anything going on this weekend?
No I do not, would you like to study together at that time?
It’s like you read my mind lol
Saiki gave half of a smile. If only you knew.
Anyways, yeah that sounds good, does Saturday work for you
Any day works for me, so yes.
Okie dokie my mom already suggested for you to come to my house, so if it’s fine with you, I wouldn’t mind us working there.
Saiki’s smile grew bigger, this had to be a dream. You were inviting him over to your house.
It sounds perfect.
Great! I’ll see you tomorrow :)
Great indeed. It was a good thing Saiki had an extreme amount of patience, or else he might’ve asked to see you after school, but no. Good things come to those who wait. And this reward was most definitely going to be worth the wait. It might even be on the same level as coffee jelly.
You have joined the list of unpredictable people in Saiki's life.
Saiki x Reader
[introspective | fluff | oneshot]
~ 2.5K words
The thing about you, Saiki had decided, was that you were frustratingly difficult to predict.
This should not have been possible. Saiki Kusuo could read minds, not metaphorically, not intuitively, but literally, completely, in real time. He had access to the unedited interior of every person he had ever stood within two hundred meters of... except Nendou. He knew what people wanted before they knew they wanted it. He knew what they were going to say before they opened their mouths. He had reduced the entire observable social world to a set of mechanisms, and the mechanisms, once understood, were boring.
Then you transferred into his class on a Thursday in October, sat down two rows away, and thought, with complete sincerity: I wonder if fish know they're wet.
Saiki had stopped walking in the middle of the hallway.
A first-year had walked into his back and apologized seventeen times.
He could read minds. He could see the future in fractured, flickering glimpses. He had reduced every person in his life to a pattern: Nendou's randomness was itself predictable idiocy, Teruhashi's self-absorption a clockwork mechanism, Kuboyasu's aggression an easy arc. Even the people who thought of themselves as complicated were, at the level of their actual thoughts, straightforward. Most people wanted: to be liked, to be comfortable, to avoid the specific humiliations they'd already experienced once. Layer that over whatever surface personality they'd constructed, and you had a complete picture.
You made decisions that didn't follow.
The umbrella incident was the first thing he catalogued.
It had been raining since noon, a grey, indifferent rain that showed no interest in stopping. Saiki had identified seventeen separate people who had forgotten umbrellas and were cycling through various degrees of resentment about it. Standard. Predictable. He had walked through all of it unmoved, because he had his own umbrella and also because other people's minor miseries were not, as a rule, his concern.
You had an umbrella. He'd noted it that morning, yellow-handled, slightly battered, tucked under your arm. You'd thought, good thing I checked the forecast, with the quiet satisfaction of someone who had learned a lesson the hard way and internalized it.
He saw you give it away at the school gate.
Not to a friend. Not to someone who asked. To a woman you had never met, somewhere in her sixties, who was looking at the rain with the resigned expression of someone who had somewhere to be. You'd just, held it out. Said something brief. She'd taken it with surprise and then gratitude, and you had turned up your collar, stepped into the rain, and walked home.
Thinking about something you'd read years ago. Some passage from a book he didn't recognize, the words half-remembered and warm, like something held a long time.
You walked home in the rain thinking about a book, and you didn't think once about the umbrella.
Saiki stood at the gate for a moment longer than he needed to.
Hm, he thought, which was not a thought he had very often.
The laughing thing was subtler, and bothered him more.
You laughed at things a half-second after everyone else, like you were translating a joke into a private language only you spoke.
Not slow, he'd checked, reflexively, and your comprehension was immediate. You got the joke when everyone else got it. You just didn't laugh yet. You held it for a half-beat, turned it over, and then laughed at something that was adjacent to the joke but not quite the same thing. Something you'd found inside it.
He wanted, badly and irrationally, to know what that was.
This was new. Saiki did not generally want to know what was inside people's thoughts; he already knew, constantly, and mostly wished he didn't. The wanting was unfamiliar. He examined it with the suspicion he'd give any unfamiliar object.
It didn't go away.
He started, without entirely meaning to, keeping a list.
Not a physical list. He would not have done something so demonstrably strange as write it down. But mentally, with the compulsive precision of someone who could not help but organize information: things you had done that he had not predicted.
The umbrella. The laughing. The time you'd spent twenty minutes helping a classmate find a phone that turned out to be in their own bag, and hadn't been impatient once, not even internally; your thoughts had been patient all the way down, which almost never happened, people were almost always at least slightly impatient underneath the performance of patience.
The time you'd stopped in the middle of a crowded street to look at a bird. Just a pigeon. Unremarkable in every measurable way. You'd looked at it for a full ten seconds, thinking something he could only describe as quiet, and then walked on.
The time you'd gotten a question wrong in class and your first thought wasn't embarrassment or self-criticism but a genuine, unguarded oh, interesting, I had it backwards, like being wrong was just new information. Like you were taking notes on yourself with the same curiosity you'd apply to anything else.
He caught himself watching you more than was strictly necessary for threat assessment.
Annoying, he thought.
He looked anyway.
The list grew. He resented the list. He continued adding to it.
You bought a snack from the vending machine and it got stuck, and instead of the standard range of reactions: frustration, resignation, hitting the machine, walking away... you tilted your head, considered it thoughtfully, and bought a second one, which knocked the first one loose. Then you stood there looking at two snacks you'd only wanted one of, and your thought was not wasteful or clever but simply: well. okay then.
You left the second one on a bench.
Saiki ate his coffee jelly and watched you from across the courtyard and thought, with the reluctant precision of someone completing a calculation they hadn't chosen to start:
I don't know what you're going to do next.
It had been years since he'd thought that about anyone. He'd forgotten what it felt like. He was relearning it now, incrementally, one unpredicted action at a time, and the feeling was strange and bright and faintly maddening and he was not ready to name it yet.
You picked up your bag and headed back inside.
A half-second later, for no visible reason, you smiled.
Annoying, Saiki thought again, with considerably less conviction than the first time.
He looked anyway. He was always going to look anyway. He had given up pretending otherwise somewhere around the umbrella incident, if he was being precise, and Saiki Kusuo was always precise.
He added the smile to the list.
It was not the last entry.
The list, by November, had become a problem.
Not in size, though it was, by any reasonable metric, too long for something Saiki insisted was purely observational. The problem was qualitative. The nature of the entries had shifted in a way he had noticed and documented and was actively refusing to analyze.
Early entries: gave umbrella away, laughed at a half-second delay, genuine curiosity about being wrong. Behavioral data. Anomalies logged in the same way he'd use for anything else; a statistical deviation, a pattern that didn't fit the model, a variable worth monitoring.
Recent entries were different.
Recent entries included things like: made a small noise of betrayal when the cafeteria ran out of the soup they like. Sat very still for a moment. Accepted this. Got something else. Did not mention it to anyone. The noise was very small.
Saiki had mentally recorded: the noise was very small.
He reviewed this fact with the detachment of someone finding an unfamiliar crack in a load-bearing wall.
It had started, as best he could trace it, sometime in late October.
You had been doing homework at your desk before class, and you'd made a mistake; he'd seen you make it, seen the small frown, watched you erase it with more force than necessary. Standard. He'd filed it and moved on.
Then you'd looked at what you'd written after the correction, tilted your head, and written a small star next to it. Not a grade. Not a mark. Just a star, apparently for your own benefit, apparently because you'd decided the corrected version deserved one.
Saiki had stared at his own desk for a moment.
That's, he had thought, and then stopped, because the end of that sentence was that's endearing, and that was absolutely not the kind of data he was collecting.
He'd recategorized it as unusual positive self-reinforcement behavior and moved on with his life.
He'd thought about the star twice more before lunch.
The problem compounded in the way that problems did when you failed to address them early.
You talked to plants. Not full conversations, just small acknowledgments, passing remarks, the verbal equivalent of a nod. Looking good, you'd said to the potted fern outside the science room, without breaking stride, without any apparent self-consciousness, and Saiki, who had been three steps behind you, had nearly walked into the door.
You named inanimate objects that inconvenienced you. Not out loud, internally. The chair that always caught your bag was the chair. Said with a specific italicized resignation that suggested history.
When you were thinking hard about something, you pressed your thumbnail to your lower lip and your eyes went to the middle distance and your thoughts made a specific sound, not quite words yet, more like the feeling of words about to happen. Saiki had become, without authorizing this, familiar with the sound of your thinking.
He had also become, without authorizing this, familiar with the face you made when you found something genuinely funny versus politely funny versus funny in the private half-second way. They were different faces. Cataloguing them had taken approximately no time at all because he had apparently already done it without noticing.
This is purely observational, he reminded himself, with the frequency of someone who had stopped believing it.
December brought new data.
It was cold enough now that everyone had shifted into winter routines; heavier coats, morning complaints, the particular social bonding that happened when people were collectively miserable about weather. Saiki observed all of it from the same fixed distance he observed everything.
You arrived one morning with your scarf wrapped incorrectly, one end significantly longer than the other, listing to the left. Your thought upon noticing this was not embarrassment but a brief philosophical well, it's still warm, and you'd left it.
Saiki looked at the uneven scarf.
He looked at it for longer than he should have.
It's asymmetrical, he noted, as though making an objective observation.
It looks, he continued, extremely reluctantly, somewhat-
He stopped the thought there. He was a man of discipline.
The mittens were worse.
They were mismatched, not dramatically, not clown-levels of different, but one was slightly darker than the other, the kind of thing that happened when you bought replacements and the dye didn't quite match. You'd clearly decided this was acceptable. You'd clearly decided this weeks ago and not thought about it since.
Saiki thought about it.
He thought: they don't match.
He thought: they don't notice or don't care.
He thought, very quietly, in the most guarded and well-defended corner of his mind: that's-
A first-year sneezed nearby, and the interruption was so welcome he almost thanked them.
The incident that cracked something open happened on a Tuesday.
You had stayed late, he knew because he had also stayed late, for entirely unrelated reasons that he had documented thoroughly. The classroom was empty by the time you packed up, and you didn't notice the pen that rolled off your desk and under the radiator until you were already standing with your bag on.
He watched you look at the pen.
He watched you calculate, visibly, whether it was worth it.
You got down on the floor and retrieved the pen. This was not remarkable. What was remarkable was that while you were down there, you apparently noticed something else, a small piece of origami, a crane, the kind that ended up in strange places when Aiura got bored. Slightly dusty. One wing bent.
You picked it up. Smoothed the wing with your thumb, carefully, the way you'd handle something that had been through something. Set it on the windowsill.
Then you picked up your bag and left.
You didn't think anything in particular while you did it. There was no internal monologue of how kind I am or someone might want this or even the vague social self-awareness of a person performing niceness. You just, fixed the wing. Put it somewhere better. Left.
Saiki sat with that for a long moment.
The crack he felt, somewhere in the architecture of purely observational, was not loud. It was very quiet. The quiet of something that had been under pressure for a while finally, incrementally, giving.
Oh, he thought.
Just that. Oh. The single syllable of a person who has been carefully not arriving at a conclusion and has arrived at it anyway.
He walked home in a direction that was technically correct but longer than necessary, hands in his pockets, reviewing the situation with the grim thoroughness of a man auditing his own finances.
The umbrella. The laughing. The star next to the corrected answer. The small noise about the soup. Looking good to the fern. The uneven scarf. The mismatched mittens. The origami crane with the smoothed wing, sitting on the windowsill.
He was not, Saiki Kusuo told himself, the kind of person who found things cute. He was a telepath with the power to stop time. He had moved a satellite once. He had rearranged the magnetic poles of a small region. He was constitutionally above the experience of finding someone's mismatched mittens-
The mittens, said some small and treacherous part of him, were very cute.
Saiki stopped walking.
A cyclist swerved around him. A dog looked at him with the blank sympathy of an animal that had seen everything.
I'm aware, he told the dog, which could not hear him.
He stood there for a moment in the cold, with the city moving around him, and conducted a final, thorough, completely objective assessment of the data.
The data was not ambiguous. The data had not been ambiguous for some time. He had simply been, and this was embarrassing to admit, wrong, not about the facts, but about what the facts were facts about. He'd been cataloguing anomalies when he'd actually been cataloguing, with obsessive and comprehensive detail, every small thing about you that he-
He started walking again. Faster.
It didn't help. It hadn't helped last time either. He was beginning to suspect it was never going to help.
Annoying, he thought, for what was probably the hundredth time, about you, about himself, about the origami crane and the mittens and the half-second laugh and all the rest of it.
He added annoying to the list.
It was, he recognized with the resignation of a man who had run out of options, the least accurate entry on it.
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I'd find it very cute if he made categories for everyone and comes to the realization that he isn't making pure observations anymore, but is starting to be endeared by someone's quirks.
contents: gender neutral, second pov, bold + italics = thoughts
I miss my husband
Platonic or romantic (pre-relationship), whichever you'd like to think of it, kinda proof read this eh
Also, this is under the assumption that his ring, while it blocks out everyone's thoughts, also means he can't telepathically talk to others
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"Come on, this way." nodding your head towards the entrance.
"I may not be able to use my telepathy, but don't beckon me like a dog." Saiki gave a slight irritated look, which conveyed enough to you without hearing him.
"Sorry sorry, I'm just trying to get you to pick up the pace," gently tugging his sleeve forward. "I wanna catch the trailers!"
Saiki had retold his experiences at the movie theatres to you, the onslaught of spoilers he heard unwillingly as a kid, the time he kept running into "nendo"s with the germanium ring, Teruhashi with her brother..
And it was only sheer luck that you found out that he was a psychic; a wrong place, wrong time situation, which Saiki didn't want to exhaust all of his options to try to hide his powers, and just told you the plain truth. You only thought psychics were myths or scams.
Well, plain wouldn't be the word you'd use; it seemed like Saiki at least tolerated you more than the others. Why else would he let you drag him to the theatres, telepathically powerless?
Your goal today was to go to the movies and help Saiki have a good experience! With the ring, while he won't hear spoilers as easily, he becomes less aware of his surroundings.
Your role is to make sure he doesn't accidentally run into someone and spill his food again.
The external awareness to his.. "powerless" state.
And he had to admit, the process went smoothly. You mainly handled all transactions with food, drinks, and the tickets, occasionally tugging him the other way to avoid bumping into someone again when he's distracted with his internal monologue.
Guess god favored him today, or at least you more than him. As after many failed movie theatre trips that went sour, this is the first time he got to enjoy a movie in public. He felt at ease.
...
"Wow, who would've thought that Margot's action of sending back the food would get her out of there?" you exclaimed. He only nodded in your direction in agreement. He actually quite enjoyed the western movie you suggested.
You two walked out of the auditorium, your eyes scanning the lobby in front of you, finding a familiar blue-haired pair.
What are the odds?
Your face scrunches a little bit, in.. distaste? Saiki hadn't taken the ring off and couldn't ascertain your emotions, let alone your thoughts.
It seemed like he hadn't noticed the two yet, strangely focused on you.
You thought the best course of action right now, at least, is to try and secure a quiet leave without Teruhashi and her brother noticing, would just to try to blend in with some of the other guests near the restrooms.
"Hey, this way," your voice hushed, pulling his sleeve with a little more force this time.
"Why is she whispering? Why does she want to go through here when the exit is the other-"
"Saiki-kun?" a gentle voice piped from the entrance, one that he knew too well. He sees your face drop to defeat, and it dawns on him.
Teruhashi spotted you as well, holding his sleeve, and she started stuttering your name out in surprise, her thoughts running wild.
"Wh-what are you guys up to here?" she asked, and a thought followed immediately after, "together?!"
"Oh! Teruhashi-san, I was accompanying my little cousin to watch a movie today, and he really wanted Saiki to come along as well when we ran into him." attempting to refer to Saiki’s neighbor.
Lies. Yuta isn't here; the kid's not even your cousin.
“Oh, what did you guys watch?”
“The new Cider-Man 2 Movie,” at least the movie was real and currently showing here.
“Oh, I see,” Kokomi concludes. “So it’s not like what I thought it was.”
“Yeah, he’s in the restroom right now, but we need to head back soon, apparently he didn’t finish his homework like he was supposed to before I picked him up, and his mother wants him home.”
“Using 'auntie' would’ve been more convincing, but this works." Kusuo retorts to himself.
Finally, her brother whisks her away to watch whatever they were here for, and the two of you head off.
...
Walking him back, he still had the ring on. It was eerily silent, sure, but it was comforting in a sense, at least for him. He didn't worry about what you were thinking.
"Did you have fun today, Saiki?" you inquire, looking in this direction. You think you can make out a faint smile and he slips off the ring back into his pocket.
"Yeah, it was nice. Thanks."
"Anytime," you smile wide, "buuuut now, you owe me!"
"Never mind, I take it back."
"Just a coffee jelly from you!"
"No, not giving that up."
"I'm telling your mom!"
"You wouldn't." Saiki had a knowing smile.
"I wouldn't,"
.
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Finally got that out of my system, gonna go back to locking in for studies..
can you make a scenario where saiki accidentally makes his s/o cry so now he literally panicking trying to calm her down? and then out of guilt for the next few weeks he doing all these sweet things for her?
lots of fluff please!
hi there! thank you for your request!
Last week, Saiki was caught up in an incident.
There was just a lot going through his mind, alright? His parents were on his case about errands--particularly his father, exhausting his powers for his own needs--and his friends kept finding ways to drag him along in their endeavors, and he was worn out; both physically and mentally.
The second he thinks he gets a mental break to himself to recover, you come along and try to make conversation with that irritatingly cheerful voice he’s been having to listen to as people tear him from limb to limb trying to get him to do this and that for them.
So he accidentally comes off a little harsh when he tells you with a murderous glare to just leave him alone.
And you know Saiki, and Saiki knows you. You know the stress he’s often under, and he knows you just want to spend some time with him. Neither of you have a problem with either of these things usually, but today, it was just a jumble of emotions and some miscommunication that made it all fall apart.
You try to understand, and you do! But even still, you couldn’t help feeling bad for upsetting him, and are unable to prevent the stray tears that pricked at your eyes from rolling down your cheeks. You immediately wipe them away with the palm of your hand and give him an apologetic smile, but Saiki immediately panics.
He panics a little simply recalling the incident, even a week later when you’ve practically forgotten all about your crying and getting your feelings hurt. Still, Saiki feels bad, and ever since the incident occurred, he’s been trying to dull the guilt and sense of obligation to compensate for his actions in his heart.
But though it doesn't seem like he's doing anything unique to an outsider who may not know him very well, you can tell the small shift in his attitude toward you in the weeks following the incident.
Seeing you splayed out in distress over a desk is a sight Saiki has become accustomed to with all the time you spend studying together. Typically, a couple of "motivating" words from him telling you to just pull yourself together and break down the material is enough to get you to begrudgingly pull yourself up and work. As of late, however, he'll tells you to stop moaning about your work when it gets too difficult to understand or you’re too tired to comprehend any of the material, and to just copy off him. He words it in a way that makes it seem that it's to his benefit, but usually Saiki wasn’t the type to lend you his work, believing that you should put in effort yourself, even when you’re whining about it.
He sacrifices life and limb to help you with your daily tasks. Mundane things he knows you can handle yourself, but now his absolute first instinct is to immediately look for ways he can help you, even if he rolls his eyes and reprimands you at first. Lost something of yours? He’s using clairvoyance to track it down. Forgot something at a certain place when you go out? He’s fighting off traffic, interrogations from his friends, and all the other absurd obstacles he often finds interfering in his everyday life just so he can bring it back to you without raising suspicions of his powers.
And if all those things weren’t obvious enough he’s been trying to atone, he buys you sweets. All of your favorites over the past couple of weeks, paid in full by him whenever the two of you order or stop by a bakery or restaurant. Maybe one found on your desk throughout the school day. He even shares with you his own if you ask or eye them longingly.
All of these seemingly menial acts leave you a little suspicious, especially since it had been days since the event happened, and it hadn't taken much time for you to come around from the incident and continue being yourself. You expected that his offer to listen to your rant would be the extent of his atonement. Could he really still be stuck on it?
Your speculation is pretty much confirmed that these things were all attempts at making up for his poor behavior when he finds him yet again in a similar situation, exhausted and frustrated thanks to all the nuisances in his life. And then you come skipping along happily, greeting him with news of your day. His brows furrow, his eye twitches, and he’s about to open his mouth. And then he meets your gaze and he pauses. Takes a second. Remembers what happened last time, can see a flash of that pained face you made.
You give him a look of confusion as you observe his expression. At that point, he can only sigh and slump back.
"Saiki?”
"Let’s just go home and talk.”
You might catch onto his drained attitude, and offer to take him to one of his favorite dessert places as a treat to refresh and an apology for not recognizing his burden sooner. He’s immediately brightened by this, of course, and you end off with a win-win situation, with Saiki being able to wind down with some treats, and you being able to spill about your day sitting across from him.
A Not-So-Disastrous Romance (Book 1) Chapter Fifteen
Kusuo Saiki x Reader
Chapter Fifteen: Festival Problems
Summary: As usual, things go wrong for Saiki. Luckily, he know has a companion to help him.
“A haunted house, a café, bean bag toss, a haunted house, a café, a haunted house, a café—” Nendou listed off the different class events as he, Kaidou, Saiki, (Y/N), and Kuboyasu walked by them “—Whoa, there are all sorts of things!”
“All sorts of haunted houses and cafes, you mean,” said Saiki.
“At least everyone is having fun,” said (Y/N) positively.
“Should we just pick one and enter?” suggested Kaidou.
“Yare yare.” Haunted houses are a joke to me.
“We could eat something,” said (Y/N), knowing Saiki would prefer that.
“Restaurants with food made by high school students?” said Saiki dubiously.
(Y/N) nodded to one sign and grinned. “That one has coffee jelly.”
“Well, then, let’s go to the café,” said Saiki, instantly on board.
“Oh, yeah, that haunted house café!” said Nendou excitedly, pointing at the wrong café.
“No,” said Saiki.
“They shouldn’t combine the two!” exclaimed Kaidou. “I don’t want to look at ghosts while drinking my coffee.”
“That wasn’t scary at all,” scoffed a boy from a different school, standing next to his friend outside of one haunted house. “They said, ‘I’m gonna get you.’ How stupid.”
“PK’s stuff is crap,” agreed his friend.
“Who’re those guys?” wondered Nendou.
“They’re from another school,” said (Y/N), frowning and watching them go into another haunted house.
“I’m gonna check that one out,” said Kuboyasu. He smiled at the group, but it was tight-lipped and slightly menacing. “I get a kick out of scary stuff. I think this one’s gonna be scarier.”
“For them,” murmured (Y/N).
“They brought it onto themselves,” said Saiki. Karma wasn’t his problem.
Sure enough, a few moments after Kuboyasu walked in, two screams went up from within the haunted house.
“Whoa! They’re really screaming,” exclaimed Nendou. “Just how scary is that place?”
“Well, then, shall we go in here, too?” suggested Kaidou, pulling aside the curtain.
“I want coffee jelly,” said Saiki.
“We’ll get it after,” said (Y/N) encouragingly, and Saiki couldn’t exactly say no to that, so he followed them into the haunted house.
“It’s so dark that I can’t see anything,” exclaimed Kaidou, shaking slightly as they walked farther in.
I can see everything clearly, even the guy waiting to ambush us.
“Hey, get going,” said Kaidou, pushing Nendou forward nervously.
“Hm? You’re the one who wanted to walk in first,” said Nendou.
“I’ll lead,” said (Y/N), squaring their shoulders and walking forward.
Instantly, someone grabbed their ankle, and (Y/N) jumped, yelping in surprise. (Now that was just an unfair tactic, who wouldn’t be shocked at that?) Poor Kaidou screamed at their reaction, got breathed on strangely, and saw the exit sign—all of which terrified him until eh was basically clinging to Nendou as they walked onward.
“Come on, we’re going ahead,” said Nendou, unaffected.
“I think I’ll enjoy this from back here with you, Kusuo,” said (Y/N), sighing.
“You found this scary?” said Saiki.
“If someone grabs your ankle in the dark, you jump,” said (Y/N) sagely.
“Boo!” A boy jumped out at them, right in front of Nendou.
“Hey,” said Nendou.
The boy collapsed, unconscious due to the frightful sight of Nendou’s face.
“Whoa, that was realistic,” said Nendou.
“Because it was real,” said Saiki.
“Even I’d faint if I suddenly saw that face of yours up close in the dark,” said Kaidou.
“Uh-oh,” said (Y/N), kneeling and feeling the boy’s pulse. They gave a thumbs-up. “He’s alright.”
“What are you going to do?!” cried Kaidou, staring at Nendou. “It’ll be ruined for the next customer—”
“Ah, scary! It’s so dark!” said someone from behind them. Too late, the customers were coming.
“Shoot! Let’s hide this guy first,” said Kaidou, trying to drag the boy’s body to the side.
“I’ve never hidden a body before,” said (Y/N).
“We are not doing that,” said Saiki.
“Hey, look at these things.” Nendou laughed as he put on fake glasses that made it seem like his eyes were falling out.
“Perfect! Put them on!” said Kaidou, grabbing bandages for himself and throwing fake blood over Saiki. (Y/N) grabbed a zombie mask. “Here they come,” said Kaidou. He crouched and leapt out. “Boo!”
A face exactly like Nendou’s stared at him, and Kaidou collapsed in shock.
“Oh, Mom,” said Nendou, greeting her while his friend lay unconscious on the ground.
What a family resemblance, thought (Y/N).
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“One Nendou…Two Nendous…” murmured Kaidou deliriously on a bench.
The group stood outside of the cafes and haunted house to talk properly instead of being in the dark (though the students had yet to take off their costumes). It turned out Nendou’s mother was there touring the PK Festival with Saiki’s parents, so they were there, too.
“You should’ve told me if you were gonna come,” said Nendou.
“I’m just stopping by because I’m on break,” said Mrs. Nendou.
“We happened to run into Nendou’s mother and became friends!” said Mrs. Saiki cheerily.
This is one friendship I wish you wouldn’t make.
“Well, now that I’ve seen your class’s attraction, I’m going home,” said Mrs. Nendou matter-of-factly. “Good luck with your haunted house.”
“Hm? We’re not doing a haunted house,” said Nendou.
“Oh, yeah, we’re borrowing these,” said (Y/N), taking off their zombie mask and setting it to the side.
“What, you aren’t?” said Mrs. Nendou.
“Our class is displaying rocks we found in the schoolyard,” said Nendou.
Saiki sighed. “I’ll go wash my face.” He didn’t need to walk around looking like an idiot.
He headed into the bathroom and set his glasses to the side while he washed the fake blood from his face.
Yare yare. This is why school events are such a pain. Lots of minor characters keep showing up and causing trouble for me. And I didn’t manage to go and get coffee jelly with (Y/N) yet, either. This all happened for nothing.
He finished splashing his face with water and straightened, picking up his glasses. Except when he put them on, he found fake eyeballs instead of green-tinted glass.
What the heck is this?
“What do you think, pal? They look good on me, don’t they?” said Nendou, resting Saiki’s glasses in front of his own face.
“Give those back to me, you idiot,” said Saiki, reaching out. His eyes widened, and he tried to cover his eyes. “Shoot!” He couldn’t help but exclaim out loud with his telepathy.
Too late. As Saiki looked up again, Nendou was already a stone statue, transformed by Saiki’s unfiltered gaze. The stone glasses fell and shattered on the floor. Saiki just stared. Not good.
“Kusuo?” Outside of the restroom, (Y/N) called out in concern. “I heard you cry out, is everything alright?”
They always become observant at the wrong moment.
“Kusuo, I’m coming in!”
Yare yare, not my dad, too.
Sure enough, Mr. Saiki nearly kicked down the door, and (Y/N) slid in with them, unable to stay out since they were worried (and there was no one else around, so…).
“Ah!” cried Mr. Saiki as he saw Nendou.
Saiki had turned around to avoid eye-contact with anyone. The last thing he needed was more people getting turned to stone.
“Hey, this is—” Mr. Saiki cut himself off and looked at (Y/N) worriedly.
“Did you accidentally turn Nendou to stone?” said (Y/N), staring.
“He took my glasses and looked me in my eyes. That’s his fault,” said Saiki.
“Kusuo, you can’t just say that!” said Mr. Saiki.
“They know.”
“I know,” said (Y/N).
“About his powers?” said Mr. Saiki, blinking in surprise. (Y/N) nodded. “Oh…alright then.”
“Can we focus?” said Saiki, irritated. “Just give me your glasses.” Mr. Saiki’s glasses floated through the air and landed on Saiki’s face. Now he could look at people without turning people to stone. “Okay, that power is blocked.”
“I like your eyes,” blurted out (Y/N) instinctively as they saw Saiki’s purple eyes properly. They had always been obscured by a green tint, but they could see the violet clearly now.
Saiki short-circuited and froze at the compliment while Mr. Saiki babbled about not being able to see without his glasses.
Turning pink, (Y/N) coughed. “So, uh, how do we turn him back?”
Saiki tried to focus. “The effects last twenty-four hours.”
“Uh-oh, his mom is waiting for him outside,” said (Y/N), frowning.
“Oh, no, what are you going to do, Kusuo?” said Mr. Saiki, blindly patting Nendou’s shoulder.
“You’re talking to Nendou. Don’t ever make that mistake again. It ticks me off,” said Saiki.
“Can you teleport him back to your house?” suggested (Y/N). “Then we can at least make an excuse that Nendou left instead of anyone seeing them.”
Saiki was reminded of one of the reasons he liked (Y/N): they were actually helpful.
“Are you listening, Kusuo?” said Mr. Saiki, still patting Nendou’s shoulder.
Crack
(Y/N) and Saiki froze before turning. Nendou lay in stone pieces on the ground. (Y/N) covered their mouth in shock, and Mr. Saiki was stricken.
“Kusuo…Look after your mother, okay?” He raised his phone. “Hello? Is this the police? I’ve killed someone.”
Saiki grabbed his dad’s shoulder before his sobbing could actually be listened to. “Calm down.” (Y/N) took the phone and ended the call. “You don’t have to go the police. It’s fine.”
“What?! Really?!” cried Mr. Saiki.
Saiki picked up Nendou’s head.
“That’s just a disturbing sight,” said (Y/N).
“I can turn back time and restore it to how it was,” said Saiki, doing so and letting the statue of Nendou come together once more. (Y/N) breathed a sigh of relief.
“Whoa!” exclaimed Mr. Saiki.
“What was that noise?!” Mrs. Nendou banged on the door from outside.
“Shoot, Nendou’s mother is gonna come in,” said Saiki. “Dad, go hold the door.”
“Okay!” Mr. Saiki grabbed the door handle and gave a thumbs-up.
Wham!
“Ooooh.” (Y/N) winced as Mr. Saiki was thrown into the wall as Mrs. Nendou broke down the door.
“What happened, you guys?!” cried Mrs. Nendou. She saw the statue. “Huh? What? What?! Riki?!”
(Y/N) and Saiki exchanged a glance as she walked closer. Then, she patted Nendou’s shoulders.
“This is amazing! So this is the rock display you guys were talking about!” she exclaimed. “This looks exactly like my son.”
“Well, I guess this is natural,” said Saiki.
“They’re definitely related,” said (Y/N).
“Riki? Huh, where did Riki go?” wondered Mrs. Nendou.
“Well…probably the restroom,” said Mr. Saiki.
“We’re in the restroom,” said Saiki, amazed by his father’s terrible attempt at lying.
“He headed out to check on some other classes. He volunteered to help them earlier in the week since some people are sick,” said (Y/N), smiling.
“Oh, really? That’s so nice of him,” said Mrs. Nendou.
Thank you, (Y/N), thought Saiki, thankful as always to have them around.
“Well, I should help out, too, and give you all a hand,” said Mrs. Nendou.
“What?”
“Huh?”
“You’re taking this to your classroom, right?” said Mrs. Nendou, gesturing to the statue of Nendou. “Now, let’s go!”
No one could argue with her, and within a few minutes, Nendou was situated in Class 3’s display. People instantly crowded around it, amazed and surprised at the exact likeness.
“H-Holy crap,” said one student.
“Why Nendou?” exclaimed another.
“How did they carve something like this?”
“Things have gotten worse,” said Saiki as he, Mr. Saiki, and (Y/N) stood to the side. “It’s so obvious that high school students couldn’t make something like that.”
“Maybe they won’t notice?” (Y/N) offered as much support as they could.
“Oh, what is this?” The principal walked in. “Oh, my!” He stared at the statue, and (Y/N) and Saiki’s hearts dropped. This situation was quickly growing out of control. “This is an incredibly elaborate stone statue! Is it a gorilla?”
“Very close, but not quite,” said Saiki.
Poor Nendou, thought (Y/N).
“I’m so moved…” The headmaster smiled. “The Best Class Attraction Award goes to Class 3!” he declared.
(Y/N) and Saiki stared in dismayed shock as even more people crowded into the room to get a look at the winning class’s display and the Nendou statue. They really had lost any semblance of control of the situation.
“It’s become the showpiece,” said Saiki, crossing his arms.
“This isn’t good, Kusuo!” cried Mr. Saiki. “Can’t you teleport it out and steal it?!”
“There’re too many people,” said (Y/N), frowning.
“Or better yet, should we break it? You can restore it just like you did earlier!” said Mr. Saiki.
“My power to turn back time can only be used once per day per target,” said Saiki.
“What?” said Mr. Saiki, panicking. “But that means—”
“Let’s make sure it doesn’t break again, then,” said (Y/N), concerned about Nendou getting hurt.
“Whoa, I wonder how tough the stone is,” said one boy, pretending to hit the statue.
“It’s really hard,” said another, pulling on Nendou’s ear.
“Don’t touch!” cried Mr. Saiki, running up and pulling them off.
“Huh? Whoa, what’s with this guy?!” cried the first boy.
“A scary middle-aged man is shouting,” whispered a girl worriedly.
“He’s suspicious!”
“Someone, go get a teacher!”
Saiki facepalmed, and (Y/N)’s eyes widened, but neither could exactly stop the teachers from dragging Mr. Saiki out. After all, they couldn’t just explain “oh, yeah, that is actually Nendou, Saiki turned him to stone, so please don’t hurt him.”
“I guess I have no choice. I’ll make Nendou’s safety my top priority,” said Saiki.
“He is your friend,” added (Y/N).
“Don’t say that, I don’t have friends. Other than you,” said Saiki.
(Y/N) just grinned. “Uh-huh.”
“Take this, Baron Cola!” A young boy had climbed onto Nendou’s shoulders and was pretending to shoot him with a toy gun.
“Get down, Yuuta,” said Saiki, stepping forward.
Yuuta brightened upon seeing his neighbor (and, in his mind, favorite superhero). “Cyborg Cider-man No. 2! Look, look! I capture Baron Cola.”
“No, that’s a gorilla, so get off,” said Saiki.
(Y/N) didn’t ask what that all meant, but they reached up as Yuuta began to rock Nendou back and forth.
“You can’t climb on exhibits,” said (Y/N) calmly, setting him down.
“But it’s Baron Cola!” exclaimed Yuuta.
“It’s not the real Baron Cola,” said (Y/N). They put their hands on their hips. “Do you understand?”
Yuuta stared up at them, and Saiki nearly groaned as the image of a superhero in pink superimposed on (Y/N).
(Y/N) cocked their head and blinked at Saiki. “Who?”
“A superhero from a show he likes,” said Saiki.
“Are you two undercover, Cherry Blossom Lemonade, Cyborg Cider-man No. 2?! Is that why you’re being nice to Baron Cola? Are you on a date?” babbled Yuuta.
Saiki froze, and (Y/N)’s cheeks warmed.
“Yuuta, there you are,” said his mother, walking in. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you. It’s time to go.”
“Aww, but I just managed to find the bad guy,” said Yuuta.
His mother chuckled. “I’m sure you did.” She took him by the hand and led him out.
“You called her, didn’t you?” said (Y/N), looking at Saiki.
“Yes,” said Saiki. He had called Yuuta’s mom with his telepathy, but although it had mostly been to keep Yuuta from hurting Nendou, it was also to avoid more of Yuuta’s questions. Him and (Y/N), on a date? Saiki had barely gotten over figuring out he had a crush on them. That was too much for him with so much else going on.
“Well, the festival is almost over,” said (Y/N), glancing at the clock and trying to push aside Yuuta’s assumptions (and their blush). “I don’t think we’ll be able to taste our classmates’ coffee jelly, but I think we’ve earned a trip to Café Mami after this.”
Okay, so maybe a date—which this wasn’t—with (Y/N) was something Saiki would get excited for.
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(Y/N) and Saiki both let out a content hum as they took a bite of their coffee jellies. They had successfully kept Nendou in one piece and teleported him to his bathroom at home so, come tomorrow, he’d transform back like nothing had happened.
“I’m glad Nendou will be alright,” said (Y/N).
“I’m glad we avoided more trouble,” said Saiki.
(Y/N) nodded. “What about your glasses? Are you going to keep borrowing your dads’ or can you get yours fixed?”
“I can get mine fixed,” said Saiki, but, unfortunately, that would mean dealing with a certain someone.
“Are you going to go back to the green tint?” said (Y/N).
Saiki nodded.
“Too bad,” said (Y/N), smiling. “I like your eyes.”
Saiki felt his heart stutter, and (Y/N) looked firmly down at their coffee jelly in order to not over-analyze his reaction in case they had just made a fool of themself. Still, they couldn’t help it. They did like his eyes. They liked everything about Saiki.
For his part, Saiki found he liked the compliment. Appearances weren’t something he cared about or judged since, for the most part, he just saw people as bones or muscle, but hearing that (Y/N) liked something about him was nice. He wanted them to like him, too.
But for now, (Y/N) and Saiki were content to sit across from each other in content silence with coffee jelly. Still, though, thoughts of how much nicer it would be if this was a date flitted through their mind.
