— no, kei doesn’t hate you. he even has a “marry me” broadcast going through his head.
tsukishima kei x telepath!f!reader
i’m experiencing a mid-life crisis right now. was supposed to upload this awhile ago but someone decided that i’m dumb for having emotions.
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♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
you woke up with what could only be described as “death by headache.” not the normal kind. not the “i didn’t drink enough water yesterday” kind. not even the “i studied until 3 a.m. and now my body is revolting” kind.
this was cosmic. biblical. the kind of migraine that probably meant you were about to die or be chosen as a prophet.
and honestly? dying sounded preferable to going to karasuno high first thing on a monday.
you stumbled into your seat beside yamaguchi tadashi, who was muttering about history notes, and—without warning—you heard it. clear as day.
‘i hope tsukki didn’t forget his math homework. he always remembers but what if today’s the day. maybe i should have reminded him. oh crap, did i feed the class rabbit—’
your head shot up. yamaguchi’s lips weren’t moving. he was staring at his notebook, silent.
holy shit.
you could hear thoughts.
you spent the next five minutes spiraling. yamaguchi’s brain was a polite drizzle. a stream of anxieties, reminders, the occasional “i wonder if they’ll serve nikuman at lunch.” manageable.
but then—then—your gaze shifted across the room.
tsukishima kei.
the bane of your existence. the human embodiment of an eye roll. the boy who had mastered the art of making a simple “hello” sound like an insult. for weeks you had tried being nice to him—sitting near him, sharing snacks, cheering a little louder when he blocked during practice—and every time you were met with his signature brand of withering sarcasm.
you were sure he couldn’t stand you.
and then his thoughts slammed into your brain like a truck.
‘don’t. don’t do it. don’t look at her. oh fuck she’s looking. abort. holy shit she’s so pretty. oh my god i want to eat the pen she’s chewing on. is that normal? that’s not normal. stop staring, kei. roll your eyes. act annoyed. perfect. flawless cover. she’ll never know i’d let her step on me. god, her hands. imagine holding them. no, don’t imagine that, you’ll start drooling. fuck. fuck. FUCK.’
your pen clattered to the floor.
“what?” tsukishima deadpanned, flicking his gaze at you with all the warmth of a glacier.
‘did i just say fuck too loud in my head? can she hear me? no, impossible. god, she looks cute even when she’s confused. she’s confused a lot. i’d tutor her. i’d tutor her so hard. wait, that sounds dirty. fuck. pretend to hate her again. safe ground.’
“…do you mind not staring?” he added, bored.
you gripped your desk like it was the only thing anchoring you to reality.
no. way.
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it only got worse from there.
lunchtime, for instance. you plopped down next to him just to test the waters. yamaguchi had gone to buy bread, leaving you alone with the beanpole. tsukishima didn’t even glance at you.
“wow,” he muttered, cracking his chopsticks, “guess you don’t have any other friends.”
inside his skull, however—
‘holy shit she chose to sit here. NEXT TO ME. this is it. this is the peak of my life. everything is downhill from here. our knees are so close. if i just—no. NO. don’t you dare, kei. stop shaking. she smells like strawberries. is that shampoo? body wash? do they make air fresheners in her scent? don’t sniff her hair, freak. don’t sniff. fuck, i want to sniff. smile at her. no, don’t. smile later. wait, she’s smiling first. oh god. she’s so cute. i’m going to combust.’
“nah,” you said cheerfully, “you’re my favorite.”
tsukishima dropped a piece of karaage back into his bento like you’d just proposed marriage.
“…you need better taste,” he said flatly.
‘favorite??? FAVORITE??? holy fuck holy shit marry me on the spot i’ll buy the rings right now i’ll sell yamaguchi’s bike if i have to—’
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the gym was even better.
you sat on the sidelines, cheering during practice, and every time tsukishima went up for a block, his brain went feral.
‘if i block this, she’ll smile at me. no, don’t think that. jinxing it. oh shit she’s already smiling. i can’t breathe. did she just wave? holy mother of god. that’s it. i’m dedicating my life to this girl. i’ll become the best blocker in japan just for her. fuck, i missed. wait—she’s still smiling. she has no standards. i love her.’
“tsk,” he hissed when hinata scored past him. “so annoying.”
‘if hinata makes her smile one more time i’ll spike the ball at his stupid head. no, wait. calm down. breathe. oh my god, she’s clapping. she’s clapping for ME. i’d commit crimes for that clap. i’d—’
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by the end of the week you had collected an entire encyclopedia of tsukishima kei’s tragic brain.
when you dropped your eraser: ‘pick it up for her. no, that’s too obvious. but what if she thinks i’m rude? fuck. fuck. just pick it up and throw it at her. yeah. flawless.’
when you yawned in class: ‘she’s tired. oh my god, she’s tired. what if she’s not sleeping well? she should nap on my shoulder. no, wait, not here. at my house. in my bed. oh god. stop.’
when yamaguchi made you laugh: ‘how dare he. how DARE he. that’s MY laugh. mine. i’m going to kill him after school. gently. maybe.’
the wildest part? he thought he was subtle. genuinely believed his eye-roll act was foolproof, like you weren’t hearing every single desperate thought.
and you?
you were in trouble. because your little crush—the harmless flutter you’d tried to bury—was ballooning. rapidly. monstrously. how could it not, when the boy who called you “annoying” out loud was secretly writing poetry about your smile in his head?
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walking home together one day was the final straw.
he acted like you were dragging him against his will. “you walk so slow,” he complained.
‘if a car even looked at her funny i’d kick it. i’d kick a whole car. i’d launch it into the stratosphere. walk slower. please. i want this to last forever.’
“you’re seriously hopeless,” he added, shoving his hands in his pockets.
‘i’d carry her bag. i’d carry HER. bridal style. piggyback. whatever she wants. god, i’m disgusting. i’d get on my knees right here if she asked.’
you laughed, bumping his shoulder. “you’re not as bad as you act, tsukki.”
his ears turned bright red. “shut up.”
‘don’t shut up. never shut up. talk forever. let me drown in your voice. fuck, she’s smiling again. i’m ruined. i’m actually ruined. yamaguchi, start planning the funeral.’
and honestly? maybe you were ruined, too.
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tsukishima didn’t let go of your hand the entire walk home.
not because he wanted to, of course. oh no, he was far too proud for that. he scowled the whole time, eyes fixed straight ahead, muttering under his breath about how sweaty your palms were.
but in his head?
‘don’t let go. never let go. if she tries to pull away i’ll throw myself into traffic. i’ll hold her hand until we’re eighty. my palm is sweaty because my entire nervous system has collapsed. god, she’s so small next to me. her hand fits perfectly. what the fuck. did god make her just to ruin me?’
you had to bite your lip to keep from laughing.
by the time you reached your street, you expected him to snatch his hand back, shove it in his pocket, and pretend none of it had happened. instead, he hesitated. shifted on his feet. adjusted his glasses.
“you live here, right?” he said gruffly.
you arched a brow. “you already know that.”
he bristled. “…don’t flatter yourself. yamaguchi told me.”
‘i memorized the exact number of steps from my house to hers. if i leave school at 3:47 i’ll catch her halfway home. fuck, she looks cute when she’s teasing me. wait, she knows i know, doesn’t she? oh my god, i’m pathetic.’
“hm,” you hummed, squeezing his hand before finally letting go.
he twitched at the loss of contact. ‘don’t leave me. come back. oh god, say something. say something normal. don’t beg her like a loser. oh my god i want to beg her. i’d get on my knees right now if she asked. STOP.’
“see you tomorrow, tsukki,” you said, waving.
he turned on his heel so fast you thought he might trip. “…yeah. whatever.”
‘sleep well. dream of me. oh god, what if she does. what if she doesn’t. holy shit. i’m so screwed.’
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the days that followed were torture—for him, mostly.
he couldn’t look at you without thinking louder than ever, and you made a game of pretending not to notice.
in class, when you leaned over to borrow an eraser, he shoved it at you with a scoff. “you’re hopeless.”
‘take my eraser. take all my stationery. take my life. i’ll carve my initials into your pencil case if you let me. holy shit, she’s so close. she smells like strawberries again. don’t inhale like a creep. oh my god, i just inhaled like a creep. she heard that. i should die.’
during lunch, when yamaguchi teased him for being less grumpy around you, tsukishima snapped, “shut up, tadashi.”
‘he knows. he KNOWS. play it cool. don’t blush. oh god i’m blushing. she’s watching. is she laughing at me? holy shit she’s laughing. she’s so pretty. i’ll kill tadashi later.’
after practice, when you handed him a water bottle, he muttered, “what, you think i can’t get one myself?”
‘she gave me her water bottle. indirect kiss. holy shit indirect kiss. i’m never washing my mouth again. what if she thinks that’s gross. no. it’s romantic. it’s fate. i’m insane. lock me up.’ say less blondie.
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you let it drag out for a week.
partly because you wanted to see how far he’d go before combusting, partly because hearing him call you “annoying” out loud while mentally whispering ‘i love you i love you i love you’ was… addictive.
but eventually, even you couldn’t take it anymore.
because tsukishima kei, for all his height and sarcasm, was fragile. and the longer you listened, the clearer it became: he wasn’t just crushing. he was wrecked. consumed. desperately, terrifyingly yours.
and he had no idea what to do with it.
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it happened again after practice. yamaguchi had gone ahead, leaving just you and tsukishima to lock up the gym.
he grumbled the whole time about carrying volleyballs back into the storage room, but inside—
‘this is nice. just us. just her. i could do this forever. does that sound creepy? that sounds creepy. shit. i’d build her a gym if she wanted. i’d build her a whole school. don’t say that out loud. she’ll call the cops.’
when you finally stepped out into the evening air, he lingered at the door, scratching the back of his neck.
“…you’re annoying,” he muttered.
you turned, smiling. “you’ve told me that a hundred times this week.”
‘because if i say anything else i’ll explode. because what i really want to say is marry me. because you make me so stupid i can’t breathe. because i love you more than i love oxygen. oh my god, stop, stop, STOP.’
you crossed your arms, tilting your head. “then maybe it’s time to say something else.”
his brain tripped. ‘she knows. she KNOWS. she’s calling me out. abort. fake a fire alarm. throw yourself in the river. wait, she looks serious. holy shit, she looks serious.’
you stepped closer, close enough to see his ears turning red. “kei.”
he flinched.
‘she said my name. my first name. i’m done. i’m actually done. call the morgue. i’ll walk into the crematorium myself. fuck.’
you smiled softly. “just admit it.”
he froze. “…admit what?”
‘that i’m in love with you. that i’ve been in love with you forever. that i’m obsessed, ruined, deranged. that i want to hold your hand every day until i die. holy god, don’t make me say it. i’ll combust. i’ll—’
“that you like me,” you said.
he blinked. opened his mouth. shut it again. adjusted his glasses with shaking fingers.
“…you’re… irritating.”
you laughed. “and?”
“…and—” he stopped, clenched his fists, stared at the ground like it might swallow him whole.
‘say it. SAY IT. do it. coward. loser. she’s looking at you like you’re the only person on earth. she already knows. just say it. just—’
and finally, finally, out loud:
“i like you.”
he said it like it hurt. like ripping out a tooth. like if he didn’t get it out right now, he’d suffocate.
and inside his brain?
‘oh my god oh my god i said it i said it i SAID IT she’s going to laugh she’s going to reject me i’ll throw myself off the roof she’s smiling holy shit she’s smiling holy FUCK she likes me back i’m saved i’m doomed i’m—’
you reached up, tugged gently at his sleeve, and kissed him. just a quick, soft press of lips.
tsukishima forgot how to function.
‘she kissed me she kissed me she kissed me—’
his hands hovered in the air like he didn’t know what to do with them. then, slowly, like it took every ounce of courage in his body, he cupped your face and kissed you back.
it was clumsy. awkward. a little too much teeth. but it was also sweet. real. desperate.
when you pulled away, he was pink from his neck to his ears.
“…you’re so annoying,” he whispered hoarsely.
‘be mine. forever. please.’
and you laughed, because at least now, you didn’t have to read his mind to know what he meant.
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♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
a/n: someone hold me back before i choke my bf to death.
a regular at the host club
yandere haruhi x reader who always frequents Haruhi's post
[Name] is someone with far too much time on their hands, so why not spend it at the Ouran High School Host Club? A place where the most fabulous boys, who also have far too much time on their hands, entertain equally fabulous girls with just as much time to spare. Their name comes from old money, not to be vague, but the kind of wealth that has been sustained, refined, and steadily growing for generations.
And for the past few weeks, [Name] has become quite the regular at the Host Club. Though surrounded by charm, elegance, and no shortage of princely attention, it is Haruhi Fujioka they keep returning for. Of course, once Haruhi begins to anticipate Name’s visits just as much…
well, that’s when things become a little more complicated.
Perhaps it was because Haruhi felt like a contradiction in the middle of a room built entirely on performance. Where everyone else seemed to shine with deliberate intent, Haruhi simply existed, and somehow that effortless sincerity was more captivating than all the practiced charm in the world. Haruhi did not drape every sentence in flirtation, nor did they seem particularly interested in making themselves irresistible. If anything, that lack of effort made them all the more difficult to ignore.
At first, it had been little more than a preference. A harmless habit formed over repeated visits, where Name would inevitably find themself seated beside Haruhi before long. Conversations that began in passing somehow stretched through the afternoon with surprising ease, neither forced nor especially remarkable, yet never quite forgettable either. There was simply something dangerous about how natural Haruhi made everything feel.
Soon enough, preference became routine, and routine became expectation. A cup of tea already prepared how Name liked it, a seat beside Haruhi that seemed to open as if reserved, and the occasional quiet observation delivered in that same flat tone that somehow always landed exactly where it needed to. None of it was overt enough to be called deliberate. And yet, it was all just enough to make returning easier.
There was a strange comfort in being anticipated. In entering the music room and finding Haruhi glance up for the briefest moment before looking away again, or in hearing a dry, “You’re late,” spoken as though it had not mattered at all. It should not have meant much, and yet somehow it always did. Perhaps that was why Name kept coming back, each visit feeling less like a passing indulgence and more like something quietly expected.
And if Haruhi had begun to feel similarly, they did not show it in any way that could be easily named. Their attachment surfaced instead in habits too subtle to question,in how often their gaze drifted toward the doors before club had properly begun, or in the near-imperceptible way their expression shifted whenever someone else kept Name occupied for too long. Haruhi was not the sort to make a spectacle of their feelings. But then again, Haruhi had never needed to be obvious to be noticed.
At first, Haruhi’s growing possessiveness was easy to mistake for attentiveness. A chair was always available beside them before [Name] had the chance to choose elsewhere, and conversations with the others were more often than not interrupted by Haruhi’s quiet presence slipping back into focus. It was never rude enough to be called out, never forceful enough to feel obvious. If anything, it simply felt as though Haruhi had begun to assume, with quiet confidence, that Name would naturally end up with them by the end of the afternoon.
It began to show most when the other hosts demanded too much of Name’s attention. Tamaki’s dramatic clinginess was met with the occasional dry remark, the twins’ teasing often cut short by Haruhi stepping in with some perfectly reasonable excuse, and even Kyouya’s sharper observations were met with a look that lingered just a second too long. Haruhi never made a scene of it. They simply had a way of appearing at exactly the right moment, calm and unreadable, as though pulling Name back to their side was the most natural thing in the world.
And perhaps what made it so easy to indulge was how harmless Haruhi always made it seem. A quiet, “You can stay here if you want,” spoken while shifting slightly to make more room beside them, or a casual, “You looked bored over there anyway,” delivered in that same even tone that made everything sound more practical than personal. Haruhi never asked for attention outright. They only made it increasingly difficult for [Name] to want to give it to anyone else.
Soon, it was not unusual for Haruhi to know where [Name] was before they had even properly entered the room. Their gaze would drift toward the doors just moments before Name appeared, and somehow there was always that same small acknowledgement waiting for them upon arrival, as though Haruhi had already been expecting it. It was subtle enough to go unquestioned at first. Though after a while, it became a little harder to ignore just how often she seemed to be looking for them.
There were moments, too, where Haruhi’s composure slipped in ways so small they might have been imagined. A slight narrowing of their gaze when someone stood too close, a brief silence when {Name} laughed a little too easily with someone else, the faintest edge to their otherwise calm voice when asking, “Are you leaving already?” None of it was enough to be called jealousy outright. But taken together, they began to feel suspiciously close to it.
Still, Haruhi remained as composed as ever, and perhaps that was what made it all the more dangerous. There was no grand declaration, no obvious claim being staked, no dramatic shift that would make anyone stop and question what was happening.
Only Haruhi, inch by inch, making themselves more familiar, more expected, and more difficult to separate from the quiet routine Name had unknowingly built around them. And by the time it became clear that Haruhi no longer liked sharing, it was already far too easy to let them have their way.
And that’s how [Name] ended up in Light Yagami’s room, with the Death Note resting ominously nearby and Ryuk’s grin watching from the shadows. The tension was thick enough to feel in the air itself.
Light still kept the façade of a kind young man as he looked at the Psychic once more, calm and composed, fingers resting lightly on the desk. [Name] could do this all day, but that would be a waste of time. The Death Note sat within their view; so that was what the Shinigami stayed close to him for.
Ryuk drifted lazily between them, trying to make small talk but failing.
“Seems you two don’t get along as much as I thought, hehe…”
Light ignored him.
He stood and moved toward the window, letting the evening light fall across the room. It framed him well, almost deliberately so. When he turned back, his expression had softened, the sharpness in his eyes replaced with something warmer, almost inviting.
“You know,” Light said, voice gentle, “I don’t usually bring people here.”
The Psychic looked at him.
‘Yes, because you’re hiding a murder notebook in your desk.’
“I see,” they replied simply.
Light paused, then gave a small chuckle, as if amused rather than discouraged.
“I suppose I mean… I find it easy to talk to you,” he continued. “You’re different from most people.”
The Psychic stared at him for a moment.
‘Most people can’t hear your inner monologue about becoming the god of a new world.’
“…I don’t talk much,” they said.
“That’s part of it,” Light replied smoothly. “You’re calm. Most people try very hard to impress others.”
A faint pause followed, almost expectant, as if waiting for a reaction.
The Psychic blinked slowly.
“I don’t see the point,” they answered.
Light studied their face, searching for the usual signs, flustered glances, nervous smiles, the subtle shift in tone people often had when speaking to him.
There was nothing.
Only calm indifference.
Ryuk snorted quietly from behind him.
Light adjusted his posture slightly and tried again, this time leaning casually against the desk, close enough to seem familiar but not intrusive.
“If you ever feel uncomfortable at school,” he said, voice quieter now, “you can rely on me. I’d be glad to help you.”
The Psychic looked at him again, expression unreadable.
‘Translation: I want to keep you under observation.’
“…I manage,” they replied.
Another pause.
Light smiled, but this time the smile lingered a fraction longer than necessary, as if he were waiting for something—for gratitude, perhaps, or embarrassment.
Neither came.
Instead, the Psychic picked up the book he had handed them earlier and flipped through it absently.
The pages turned with soft, steady movements, completely unhurried.
Light watched them for a moment, then said lightly, “You’re very hard to read.”
The Psychic closed the book.
'So are you,' they answered, the Death Good the only one being able to hear.
Ryuk let out a low, amused hum.
Light’s eyes narrowed just slightly, though the smile never left his face.
“…Is that so?”
“Yes.”
Another silence settled between them, but this one felt different—not tense, but oddly unbalanced, as if one side of a conversation refused to move no matter how carefully the other pushed.
Light straightened and walked to the door.
“It’s getting late,” he said politely. “I’ll walk you out.”
“…You don’t need to.”
“I insist.”
They stepped into the hallway together. The house was quiet, the sound of their footsteps soft against the floor.
At the entrance, the Psychic slipped on their shoes and reached for the door.
Light spoke again, almost casually.
“I’m glad you came today.”
The Psychic paused.
‘You’re glad because you’re curious, not because you enjoyed my company.’
“…Thanks,” they said anyway.
They stepped outside into the cool evening air.
As the door closed behind them, the Psychic exhaled quietly.
‘Good grief, he reminds me of another nuisance.'
Inside, Light stood for a moment, thoughtful.
Ryuk drifted down beside him, grinning.
“You were laying it on pretty thick there, Light.”
Light glanced at him.
“…Was I?”
Ryuk laughed. “And it didn’t work at all.”
Light looked toward the closed door, his expression thoughtful rather than irritated.
“…Interesting,” he murmured.
Not because the conversation had gone badly.
But because, for the first time in a long while, someone had seen straight through him, and hadn’t been impressed in the slightest.
And that made him curious.
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A/N; This is a draft I made for Chapter 2 but instead of the tension it was more comedic to say the least. Light flirting like teruhashi to attract and lure Saiki! Reader in but failing. This is a more comedic, non cannon version (unfortunately).
Yes, that other nuisance was the one and only perfect pretty girl.
Silence stretched between the two as the streetlights flickered on, painting the pavement in pale orange. Two students stood there both ordinary on the surface, both lying to themselves, both watched by the Death God looming in between them. The Psychic and Light now stared directly at each other.
The psychic was annoyed, to say the least, their private time interrupted, while Light Yagami regarded [Name] like an enigma, eyes sharp, as if trying to consume them whole. He was unaware of the power standing before him.
“You just arrived at Daikokou Academy, right? Is the school treating you well so far?” Light’s voice was smooth, his smile soft enough to melt a typical high school girl’s heart. It was an attempt to pull at the Psychic’s heartstrings, but a weak one. The psychic only nodded, eager to get inside the gate and escape this situation.
‘Thanks for the small talk, but I’m sure you and that Shinigami have other matters. I don’t want to be part of that-'
“Dear!” A cheerful yet commanding voice cut off the Psychic’s thoughts.
The door of the Saiki household opened before Y/N could even step halfway through the gate. Out came Saiki Kurumi, the matriarch of the Saiki family, kind yet stern, respected deeply by her child. Unfortunately, her seeing her introverted child with a “new friend” was a disadvantageous situation for the Psychic indeed.
‘I’m going home now.’ The Psychic tried to slip inside quickly, but Kurumi intercepted, her eyes sparkling as she spotted Light.
“OH, WHO IS THIS HANDSOME FELLOW? IS HE A NEW FRIEND?! OH MY!!!” she squealed, squeezing her child’s arm and dragging them back toward the gate.
Light, momentarily taken aback, quickly reverted to his charming persona. He extended his hand, the cold air brushing through his hair, creating an image that only heightened Kurumi’s excitement.
“Good day, Ma’am. My name’s Light Yagami. I attend the same school as [Name], and I live next door. I’d be glad to help them adjust to the new environment and school life in Kanto.” His words were polished, like a poster-perfect student. If only the Shinigami at his shoulder didn’t ruin the picture.
“Oh my, such a lovely young boy! I’m always glad when my child makes new friends. I’m glad to see them socializing!” Kurumi squealed again.
‘I wasn’t socializing. I was just listening to his tirades.’ The Psychic thought bitterly, but Light pressed on.
“Actually, Ma’am,” Light said smoothly, “I was wondering if I could invite Saiki to my house. There’s some work I’d like to share, and since they’re new, I thought I could help them.”
Kurumi’s eyes lit up. “Oh my! That’s a wonderful idea, dear! [Name], you must certainly go!”
But Light’s thoughts were darker than his words.
'Saiki… so that was the name of the one I heard speaking with Ryuk. Interesting. And they live so close by? Coincidence doesn’t explain this. If Saiki truly possesses abilities beyond mine-perhaps greater than the Death Note itself , then they could be an ally. With the right persuasion, I could bring them to my side. But if they refuse… if they prove to be a threat… their fate is already decided. One pen stroke is all it takes.'
The Psychic’s eyes narrowed. They had already sensed the Death Note’s aura the moment Light mentioned “work.” That cursed notebook wasn’t something they could ignore.
‘Yeah, no thanks. I’m not going.’
But Kurumi’s gaze was sharp, commanding. “[Name], you are going. It’s the first time in a long while someone has invited you to their house to assist you.” Her tone left no room for refusal. With a resigned sigh, [Name] stepped back out of the gate, complying against their will.
And that’s how [Name] ended up here in Light Yagami’s room, with the Death Note resting ominously nearby, and Ryuk’s grin watching from the shadows. The tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. Light still kept the facade of a kind young man as he looked at the Psychic once more, another stare down.., [Name] could do this all day but that would be a waste of her time, the Death Note being visible in their view, so this is what that Shinigami is staying close to him for? Sure the material is bound to you but it would be a hassle to follow guys like him around..
Ryuk was flying in between the duo, trying to make small talk but failing “seems they don't get along together as much as I thought hehe..”
Light was already aware of the fact that [Name] was an enigma, but he still wondered how Ryuk was able to communicate with someone so….normal? They look plain, nothing special about them whatsoever..
‘I’m not offended at all.’ the psychic shrugged, thinking of the word ''plain” and “unremarkable" as a compliment.
Light closed his notebook and turned his chair slightly, giving the Psychic his full attention. His expression softened, the sharpness in his eyes replaced with an easy warmth that most people found reassuring.
“You’re very quiet,” he said, voice gentle rather than probing. “It must be difficult transferring schools in the middle of the term.”
The Psychic glanced at him. ‘Not really. I was hoping no one would talk to me at all.’
“It’s fine,” they replied simply.
Light smiled, not discouraged in the slightest. He rested his elbow on the desk, leaning forward just enough to seem engaged, but not imposing.
“If you ever need help with lessons,” he continued, “I usually tutor some of the students. I wouldn’t mind helping you too.”
The Psychic stared at him for a moment.
‘Of course you tutor. Of course you’re helpful. Of course everyone likes you.’
They could practically hear the admiration of half the student body echoing in his tone.
“I manage,” they said.
Light chuckled softly, as if amused rather than rejected. “You don’t make it easy for people to be friendly, do you?”
The Psychic blinked slowly.
‘I don’t remember asking them to try.’
Ryuk floated lazily behind Light, watching with interest. “He’s laying it on thick,” the Shinigami whispered to the Psychic, grinning.
The Psychic resisted the urge to sigh out loud.
Light stood and walked to the bookshelf, pulling out a textbook. “You’re in my class for literature, right?” he asked casually. “We’re covering modern authors next week. It can be a bit dense.”
He held the book out to them.
A small, ordinary gesture.
Friendly. Considerate. Harmless.
The Psychic took it, mostly to end the interaction faster.
“…Thanks.”
Light’s smile deepened just slightly, satisfied that he’d gotten even a small response. Most people relaxed by this point. Most people started talking.
But this person simply flipped through the pages, expression as neutral as ever.
No curiosity about him.No awkwardness.No attempt to impress.
It was strangely disarming.
“So,” Light said, tone lighter now, “what do you usually do after school?”
The Psychic didn’t even look up.
“Go home.”
“That’s all?”
“Yes.”
A pause.
Light laughed quietly, not mockingly, but with genuine amusement. “You’re honest. That’s rare.”
The Psychic finally looked at him.
‘You have no idea.’
Another silence settled, but this one felt less tense, more… observational. Light wasn’t pressing anymore. He was simply watching, as if trying to understand a puzzle he wasn’t in a hurry to solve.
After a moment, the Psychic closed the book and stood.
“I should go.”
Light walked them to the door again, polite as ever. “I’ll see you at school tomorrow, then.”
“…Probably.”
As the Psychic stepped outside, they felt the cool evening air and exhaled.
‘Good Grief, he’s exhausting….’
Inside the room, Light watched the closed door for a few seconds longer than necessary.
“…Interesting,” he murmured softly.
Not because the conversation had gone well.
But because, for the first time in a long while, someone had been completely unmoved by him.
And that made him curious.
When the door clicked shut and the sound of retreating footsteps faded down the hallway, Light remained standing for a moment longer than necessary. Ryuk hovered near the ceiling, grinning as if he’d just witnessed something entertaining. Light’s expression, however, was thoughtful. They saw Ryuk. That much was certain. And more than that, they hadn’t reacted with fear, confusion, or awe–only mild inconvenience. Ordinary people did not behave like that. As the room settled back into its usual stillness, Light allowed himself a faint smile. How interesting. It seemed the new neighbor carried something unusual as well and for the first time since picking up the Death Note, he found himself genuinely curious about someone he could not immediately read.
As the Psychic rests for the night, eating a cold pack of coffee jelly. Their Mother calls out to question. “Dear! How was your time with that boy Light? He seems like quite the charm!”
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I've been feeling really guilty since I've haven't updated for the Death Note x Saiki! Reader and its been like what 4/5 months? School really piles up but don't you worry! I'll make sure to post the next chapter ASAP. Thanks for the support in my fic! it means a lot to me <3
I love arguing, the act of fighting through words gets me excited. Especially when the topic is in equal footing, no one knows who will win or lose. I feel especially good when I know my side is the superior side.
I love when people get mad and irritated at my rebuttals, and when I don't have any more comebacks or points to make I get riled up at the humiliation of losing.
I love when we come to a consensus, argue even more, or result to physical violence, I love fighting and arguing. How I love it so much, may I continue to keep fighting for what I think is right or wrong.
The bustling streets of the city of Kanto region is crowded on a busy day when everyone is going to their day jobs and students going to school, though it seems like a typical day in everyday life, a person walking to school seems to stand out among the rest, much to their dismay.-
‘My name is (Y/N) Saiki and I have psychic superpowers, though i generally don't seem like it. I have every power imaginable from telepathy, psychokinesis, apport, shrinking, hydrokenises, hypnosis, etc, but the situation that's happening before me is one that hassles me big time.’
‘My father recently had a new job offer which isn’t uncommon because with even I can’t keep up with the different jobs he has every month. My old school had many weird people that always seemed to annoy me, I can’t even comprehend how loud they were when our homeroom teacher announced my indefinite transfer, but before we left, they insisted we kept contact, well as long as I don’t have to see them every day I don’t mind at all.’
‘Here I am walking to school in a new city, But I already know the location like the back of my hand, If I could I would have just teleported to one of the school’s bathrooms but I still have to change my shoes in the lockers by the entrance and wanted to get a little walk to get my mind out of things so I decided on walking to school.’
A typical high school, a large building with friendly faces and people last minute cramming for potential exams, the sound of steps in hard concrete on the way to the main facility is louder the more closer the psychic was to the school. No one knows who they were and that was an advantage in itself, no one that sees them as unconventional, no one to bother them, and a chance to finally reach the dream of living a normal life, even though the psychic’s powers are very far from normal, they try hard to make their lifestyle opposite to it.
It was calming, mundane to panicked thoughts everywhere around him yet moments like this, moments where all is well, the weather is moderate and no one was to bother the new student. Normal, that’s what it felt, and it was the best feeling ever!-
“!!.......”
Contradictions are inevitable but this is too far, right when the psychic was about to enter the school, they lock eyes with a certain Shinigami which seemed to be tailing behind a brown-haired student.
"Oh! You can see me kid..?"
'Good Grief, this is even worse than last time..' The psychic glared and looked away in annoyance, continuing to walk in the entrance, not letting any other animal, human or not, ruin their day.
However the question from the loud Shinigami did not go unnoticed by his student companion. Looking confused and frightened at the same time with the possibility that someone else other than him could see Ryuk. Yet, he was too clouded in his own thoughts too see who the Shinigami was talking about.
“I thought we already established that I could see you, was another student able to see you? Who?” The student whispered sharply, yet the Death God laughed loudly and replied.
“It seems you haven’t seen them at school recently, but I do know that they can do unpredictable things, This might be even better than I thought..” The Shinigami laughed excitedly.
“Unpredictable things? What do you mean? You better tell me later..” The student replied
“Depends on how many apples your willing to offer.”
Settled into my new class easily, got through the usual introductions and was able to catch up to their current lessons. It would be way easier though if it weren’t for the floating creature by me constantly striking a conversation, the creature should be glad I was bored.
“What do you want."
“Ah! So you can see me, I think you already know who I am! I think its cool how you can hold a conversation without opening your mouth, you really are interesting!”
“The Gods don’t favor me, you a Shinigami are living or dying proof of that. You haven’t answered my initial question yet.”
“(Y/N) Saiki Huh?, The name’s Ryuk. I’m a companion to one of the students here. I’m sure you already know who” The psychic nods and replied, reading Ryuk’s mind who was already saying the student’s name in his mind.
“Light Yagami..? His popularity meter is close to 100 and his thoughts are loud and fast that it outweighs every other student I’ve heard in the school, does having a high popularity number attract death Gods too.?”
“Don’t make it seem like I’m a fan! It’s that he has something that requires me to tail him around, and that something also makes normal humans able to see me, yet you are able to do it with no effort whatsoever and even talk with your mind, interesting! Do you have any other abilities?”
“Aren’t you supposed to know already?”
“I wanna see for myself, and as for that ‘something’ I’m referring to, I think it won’t be long until you find out” Ryuk laughs
“I’m not some form of performer that presents my unfortunate traits for attention. And whatever vague term you’re talking about; I don’t want to know unfortunately. Are you saying I have more relations to Light Yagami?”
“I think it’s bound to happen, your abilities can really bring out the unimaginable events!”
The psychic sighs once more and stops entertaining Ryuk and focusing more on the classes at hand, the said Shinigami has irritated the poor student to no end, even Light Yagami is wondering where he could be, getting used to the silence in the classroom without the Death God hovering over him during class hours.
'The bell has rung and the sun has started to set, I have to go home and do this school work. Good Grief, I thought being new would give me some upperhand in assignments since I'm a newcomer, but oh well , I'll just use cartography to get it done in a few seconds. But before I go home, I'll stop by a cafe first to get some desserts.'
The deserts displayed in the glass panel was to die for, from the soft 2 layered mini cakes topped with fresh looking strawberries and light powdered sugar on top to shiny chocolate glazed donuts, each confection was delectable to look let alone taste, but there was one dessert that shined among the rest, coffee jelly, the bitter yet bouncy mass with some soft whipped cream on top makes the dessert a top favorite for the certain psychic.
As the line to the cafe gets shorter and the psychic gets closer to the desserts, they can feel eyes boring to the back of their head, the soft and light atmosphere had dampened a bit, not to mention the certain person's thoughts are just as loud as the guy with a Death God pet.
Psychic turns around lightly and sees a man slightly taller than her, hair in disarray but who were they to judge? If eyes were the window to the heart, then this guy would have the key to everyone's with the intensity of eye contact. The psychic looks away immediately as its their turn in their line to buy desserts.
Not noticing the person behind them smiled lightly, a creeping feeling getting to them, even in just one glance there was something different about them, a normal student, too normal to the point they aren’t.
“Hmm.. I might keep them in mind in case..”
‘Please don’t.’
The psychic sighs and walk to their new home with their desserts on hand. ‘The people I meet weirder than I thought, but no matter, It's the end of the day. I won't be associated with them anymore..’.The psychic about to open the gate to their new household only to be cut off with another voice.
"Hello! Good evening, you're the new student announced today right? It seems we're neighbors now!" the brown-haired boy says kindly, using his charms but the psychic can tell he has other intentions, both ignoring the Ryuk flying in between them.
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I just finished Death Note and I think It's one of my favorite animes to date! and i can't help but incorporate Saiki with unfortunate scenarios puhuhu..
(Saiki! Reader)
"Transferring to a new school is a hassle, but my dad Kuniharu Saiki recently had a job offer, so everything is settled for..At least I get to start over a new leaf with no one knowing my powers, this is a closer step to a normal life.."
Stepping onto the grounds of the new school, taking in the new environment, students greeting each other while others waiting for their peers before entering the school, no weird or peculiar people taking up his time. This is what you were waiting for, a peaceful, uneventful, quiet-
"!!!!"
And there you contradict yourself once again, seeing a Shinigami behind a tall, brown haired student. and before you can even comprehend the said students thoughts, you lock eyes with the Death God floating.
