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Maybe he shouldn't have stolen that 100¥ chicken from the Conveni. 

Kyousuke lands against the black pavement with a loud thump, taking a handful of deep breaths before continuing to run down the streets of Hidari Wakibara. 

The police were doing too much! 

Was steeling two pieces of fucking chicken really that big of a crime that worented six police officers chasing a blonde teenager down three blocks? 

“Stop running, kid!!” The pig squeals. 

“Goddamnit- Fucking- Ugh!!” He gasps for breath, tripping on his feet, falling on his ass, scraping his hands; quickly coming up, he looks around the dead end before climbing up the brick fence. 

The blonde lands with a thud, gasping sharply, crawling towards the bush, worming his way in between the branches as he tries to calm his racing heart. A few seconds go by, he could hear the police mutter just on the other side of the fence. 

He'll wait, it can't be that long-

Twenty-four minutes later they are still there, yapping like they don't have places to be, people to see, food to eat. 

Ugh, this would take forever. 

Kyousuke pushes his lengthy body out the rose bush, looking around the half-empty backyard, towards the clothesline, next to what seemed to be other cute girls clothes, was a blazer and skirt uniform- A ugly uniform, it's this nasty shade of green, with black stripes. 

His golden ticket!!

He quickly strips out of his old, well-worn clothes, shoving them into his backpack, slipping into the ugly uniform. tucking his greasy, unwashed hair behind his ear before slipping his chunky platform boots on. 

Did he seriously have to pretend to be a high-schooler just ‘cause some shitty cops were on his ass? He swore to never go back to high school, life was so cruel! 

On the other side of the fence, Kyousuke could hear other teenagers talking in loud goofy voices, walking to school in the little packs they made. 

He cringed internally, hating everything that is about to happen with every fiber of his body, but it's better than going to jail, right? 

Right?  

With a deep breath he climbs over the wall, falling on his hands and knees, cutting up his palms. “Fuck, that fucking hurt!” He yelps, shutting his eyes as pain snaps up his spine. 

“Hey, buddy? You alright?” Someone with a gruffy voice is calling out for him, pulling him onto his feet. His body protests, whining softly. “You fell like a sack of potatoes, sounded like you broke something.” 

“Fuck- No, no, I'm fine.” He slumps against the wall, cracking his eyes open- “Holly shit-

“What?” The mountain of a man asks, twisting his face into something straight from a horror movie. “You need me to call someone for you, buddy?”  

“Too close.” Kyousuke presses against the wall, still clearly out of breath. “Um, look, buddy, I'm fine. You should get going, you don't want to get fired from your job-

“Are you joking? We go to PK- See, we have the same uniform on.” The man- No, the teenager says, leaning down, placing his colossal hand around Kyousuke's injured shoulder. “We should walk together.” 

We should walk together. 

We should walk together.  

They walked together- 

He was dumb, Nendo was so fucking dumb. No drug in the world had made him feel this brain-dead. All he did was talk about Ramen, which made Kyousuke's already hungry stomach growl, embarrassingly loud. 

As soon as they walk into the generic looking high school, Kyousuke breaks loose. Taking the opportunity this pink haired guy gave him to squirm into the crowd, disappearing in between the washed-out people. 

He's going to leave PK, turn the page on this weird-ass day and never look back, but, to his rotten luck, the cops are outside the gates, talking to his mean looking teacher. Y'know, one day of class won't hurt him. Except he doesn't actually belong to this school, he's a fucking poser, a poser that will probably go to jail if he's caught. 

“It's Teruhashi-san!!” Walking past the obnoxiously loud group of guys, Kyousuke wanders the halls, ending up at the infirmary. His safe point. It's empty, silent and warm. A rotten smile spreads across his face, looking around the room in wonder: looking in the drawers, turning the faucet on-and-off a few times, fluffing the bed in the corner of the room.

He's in love!! 

“The universe is finally shining above me!” Giggles the blonde, cracking the window open, lighting a cigarette, taking a long satisfying puff, melting at the nicotine running throughout his lengthy body. 

Kyousuke rummages through the room a bit more, pocketing a handful of bandages, really making himself at home, drawing the curtains and throwing the blanket over his body.

He would take a long nap-

"Huh, is the nurse dead too?” No, no, no, no, no, no! It's that dumb fucking kid from earlier. “That's weird. Guess I'll have to do mouth to mouth on you, myself."

Uagh, the universe still fucking hates him!

Kyousuke pouts, crossing his legs underneath his body, glaring at the curtain in front of him, cursing under his breath when something bangs against the bed, swaying the curtain violently. 

What the hell was that? 

What the fuck was happening? 

The sound of running water fills the tiny room.  "I don't need mouth to mouth, you stupid idiot!" Something about this entire situation bothers the blonde- And if Nendo was stupid? It didn't give him the right to be such a dick, gargling like a maniac. The sound was so gross. Was he trying to drown himself, or was he throwing up? Hum, it kind of reminds him of the episode of Spongebob™ where he stays with Patrick, and the star is gargling in his sleep, yelling about spiders.

"You're better?” Are they still talking? He really needs to stop ignoring people when they talk. “Well, that's nice to see.”

"Of course, I'm better! I was faking it!!" Oh, plot twist. "Wasn't worth it, though! Since I got kissed by you!"

"Well, if it makes you feel better, I'm sad too. You were my first kiss." And the plot thickens.

"Now, everyone's gonna think Nendo and I are… Lovers." Mystery voice number one was so dramatic, probably draping over a Victorian fainting sofa and a vial to catch his tears. He sounds so punchable. He needs to calm down, an elevated heart rate will kill you faster, y'know-

"Hey, you better not tell anyone my fainting spell was a fake!" Someone shuffles across the room, sounding rather annoyed- It could never compare to the bitter rage simmering in Kyousuke's greedy little heart. 

What gave them the right to walk in here and rob him of his precious nap?

Jerking the curtain back, Kyousuke glares at the three unfortunate souls standing before him. His eyes sharpen down to vicious slits, focusing on the furthest of the three, the green haired loser.  

The one with the grainy, high-pitched, annoying voice. 

"Oi." His voice is rough from his premature sleep, irritated, yet smooth like silk. “This is the infirmary, if your not sick then you should fuck off.” A pair of heavy platform boots, clank harshly against the blue patterned floor, those well-worn boots are attached to skinny legs in black thigh-highs, a green school skirt and oversized amethyst cardigan. "Speek up? You sick? Or you're just a whiny bitch and a liar?" The blonde clicks his tongue.

"Wha- How long have you been there?" The greenette studders, shifting around like the coward he was. The blonde chuckles, mouth open, showing his sharp canines. It's a action the green-haired guy visibly suffers from; sweating nervously. "You- You- You shouldn't say anything either."

Kyousuke lifts his eyebrows in amusement. "I'm surprised you had the balls to say that loser, and in front of the teacher no less-

“What-

"So your fainting was a con job, huh?" Matsuzaki glares, coming out of the woodworks, filling the room with a eerie purple glow. 

Kyousuke always wondered how people do that- Like, stop, this isn't a Manga.  

"That's not what happened, sir! It's his fault.” Fish lips complains, pointing towards Nendo, probably crying on the teacher's shoulder like a little bitch. “He forced me to collapse so he could skip out on the principal's speech, and he forced me to say my sickness was actually a ruse!"

"Nendo, is that all true?!” Frowns the teacher. 

“Don't be a moron, it's obvious he's lying.” The blonde clicks his tongue, crossing his arms over his chest. “I don't trust you, fish-lips, your face looks punchable-

“Watch your language, young lady.” Matsuzaki warns. 

Kyousuke frowns, glancing away, catching eyes with the pink-haired teen standing quietly by the door.

Saiki shivers, this cold dread washes over him, sending goosebumps down his arms. A question lingers in his mind, bubbling with worry and confusion. Why wasn't this bad-mouth blonde turning into flesh and bone? How long had he been sitting behind that curtain, just hearing them argue? 

Just who the fuck was this bitch? 

This was threat-level Nendo on crack, and the way he defended Nendo- Did they know each other? This was bad, this was really, really bad. He could feel his body go numb, fingers twitching in contempt.

“Root sickness is a deadly virus that infects the victim through the follicles. Oh, that one.” Saiki blinks, glancing towards Matsuzaki. Did he just zone out the entire conversation? What was Matsuzaki-sensei talking about? Root sickness, well that observation was wrong.

“Are you having a fucking stroke?” Asks the blonde, sounding rather worried. Saiki felt the same way, being this incompetent has to be hard. “Being this incompetent has to be hard.”

Did he just… Did they just think the same thing? 

“Hey, respect your elders!" Snaps the green-haired teen. 

“Shut the fuck up- Y'know, I don't have to take this from the likes of you.” Spits the blonde, taking a few steps towards the bathroom connected to the infirmary, placing his hand on the doorknob. “I came here ‘cause I'm actually sick, so I'm going to continue being sick away from all this bullshit.”

Then he slams the door shut. 

The loud yapping outside the door doesn't stop, it just gets louder, more obnoxious. The screeching sound of an ambulance has him cringing, slumping his body onto the floor, bringing his knees to his chest before laying his head atop his knees. 

He wants to go home! 

Back to his tiny internet café, where the corridors are small and the unlimited melon-soda flows like water. 

He needs to return a game to the upfront desk, if he's late once again the older lady that runs the place will charge him double, no triple- A cold shiver runs up his spine, he can't be late, the idea of that lady glaring at him while he shyly tries to return the stupid CD makes him want to vomit.

No, he can't be late, not again! 

Jerking to his feet, Kyousuke throws the door open-

It's the most bizarre thing he's ever seen, maybe his blood-sugar is too low? He didn't drop acid, did he? He blinks, placing a hand over his chest, checking for a pulse, nope, he's still alive. 

Then it's real- 

The pink-haired guy is really burning the thermometer, with flames and everything.

“Holy shit.” The words slip out his mouth, eyes wide with shock- It registers in his mind a little too late, audibly snapping his mouth, stiffly standing by the bathroom door. 

For an agonizing minute, nobody moves. 

Then the room gets colder, darker, twisting with every breath the pink-haired guy took. The walls contort, narrowing as a dark aura fills the room with paralyzing fear. 

He saw. 

He saw. 

He saw.

Saiki could feel his erratic heartbeat in his mouth, blood rushing to his ears, frantic eyes tremble with fear- 

He can't move, only glare at the blonde, a stupid, idiot blonde that is just standing there, ignoring his questions, looking at him with a baffled, confused look on his stupid face. 

“What did you see?” He asks, taking a step forward, a step the blonde takes back- Good he's at the very least weary of him. That's good. He could work with fear, he couldn't work with that dumb, blank look the blonde was giving him. “Answer.”  

Fuck it.

Saiki teleports closer, body tensed, placing a heavy hand on the blonde's chest. 

The sea-green fabric of their uniform squeaks sharply underneath Kusuo's fingers, it glides smoothly against his fingertips, clumping around his rough grip. Kusuo avoids his skin, the idea of touching this shameless stranger is nauseating. It doesn't stop him from pinning him against the wall, glaring up at the physically taller teen.

“Tell anyone and I'll kill you.” Saiki spits. 

The blonde just stares. 

“Are you even listening?” He tries again.

“Um… So, are we gonna kiss?” Kyousuke flashes his best eat-shit grin, blinking his long pale eyelashes, hoping his overnight cat-shaped eyeliner isn't too smudged, hoping he still looks pretty; pretty enough to get him out of this terrifying situation. It doesn't seem to be enough, his almond-shaped eyes travel to the hand roughly holding him in place, smiling through his dangerously high heartbeat.

Saiki frowns, at the mocking glimmer in the blonde's sapphire eyes. 

He's having too much fun. 

Saiki could snap his head like a fucking twig, he didn't get that? He didn't understand the gravity of his situation- Maybe he was as stupid as Nendo- No, his eyes seemed bright, intelligent, confused maybe? Did he not speak Japanese- 

He can't understand, period, Saiki mused, rolling his eyes. 

With a twitch of his eyes, Saiki opens his mouth, speaking without using his telepathy. “Tell anyone what you saw and I will kill you. Do you understand now? Do you need an example?” 

“Nope.” The blonde opens his mouth, his hair caresses his face, like a gold adornment. He smacks his lips as the scent of vanilla-bean slaps him across the face. 

Why the hell was this random pink-haired guy so pretty? 

He had bored, cruel eyes, hidden underneath ugly green glasses, an unyielding grip, strong and sturdy. It contrasts with his girly Magenta hair and those dumb round antennas, such a cute accessory. 

It doesn't help that he smells good enough to eat- 

One bite. 

His hair is made of cotton candy, It'll be fluffy and sweet. 

Saiki teleports across the room, bumping into the wall as he scrambles away. Did he just try to remove his antennas? Did he know? Was this his brother's doing? Just what the hell was going on? Why couldn't he read this random guy's thoughts?

Why did none of his powers work on this guy?  

“I don't know what you're talking about, buddy.” It's a handful of apprehensive words, spoken stiffly, like he finally understood the threatening atmosphere. Then his uneasy eyes shift ever so slightly towards the open door. “Matsuzaki-sensei.” 

Matsuzaki-sensei? 

No, that should be impossible, he didn't hear the older man's thoughts, he knows it's fake, it has to be, but after everything Saiki Kusuo is nothing but a curious human. 

Saiki snaps his head towards the door, in slow motion, eyes wide, but-

Matsuzaki isn't at the door-

That little bitch lied to him, and he totally fell for it like a idiot!! 

Kusuo jerks his head towards the blonde, he's gone- 

He's by the window, holding onto the windowpane, bag over his shoulder. Saiki blinks. The blonde chuckles awkwardly, jumping down from the second story window onto the front courtyard.  

Snapping his mouth shut, Kusuo teleports closer to the window, watching as the blonde curses in pain. He should go after him, but then the bell chimes softly, students start to flood the courtyard, chatting amongst themselves as they walk home. 

The blonde is lost in a sea of colorful hair, blending in perfectly, leaving Saiki with an odd taste in his mouth, still gripping the thermometer. 

What the fuck just happened!!?

×

Kyousuke dramatically paws at his chest, sighing deeply as he flees the horror school. 

That guy was totally going to kill him!! 

Ugh, what the hell!! That look in his eyes was totally scary, it sent a shiver up his spine, his body feels icy even with the sun kissing his skin. 

He's never coming back to this place, never, ever!!  

His shitty, pink bicycle is exactly where he left it, hidden behind an alleyway, discarded like trash against a wall. Thank god nobody took it, he didn't have the money for the long train-ride back to Kabuki-cho. 

With an exhausted sigh, Kyousuke gets on his bicycle, fixing the backpack upon his shoulder, shooting the gods a small prayer; “Please don't ever let me return to this horrible place.”   before heading his way. 

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Mumei Kyousuke, has horrible luck; “I'll get struck by lightning if I go outside while sunny” kind of luck. It was the only logical explanation for his life. He just wanted to go home, but the police were waiting for him at the train station- At the end of every road leading out of this shitty town. 

All this bullshit for two pieces of 100¥ chicken- 

It's literally overcooked, dry chicken, what the fuck?? 

It's been three hours, all he wanted to do was go home!

“Another dead end?” Kyousuke rolls his eyes, pedaling down the street, towards the back rodes of Hidari Wakibara. Shit, even the back rodes were nice, no trash or random guys selling drugs- If it wasn't for the police, this place wouldn't be so bad. 

It's all on him though, he's the one with shitty luck. 

God really does hate him, doesn't it? 

Y'know, maybe Lucifer would be kinder? Was it really that hard for a beautiful angel to fall from the sky and bless him with endless fortune? A beautiful angel, with a sweet smile and pretty eyes? 

Was it really  that big of an ask? 

“Shit! Watch out!!” Yells the blonde. 

The next thing he knows he's on the floor, the wheel of his bike is spinning, colorful shopping bags lay on the floor, fallen perfectly around the beautiful girl with glossy blue hair. 

“Ouch.” Her voice is sweet, soft and fluffy, perfect like her- 

“Is this a limited edition Hatsune Miku figurine- Not just any limited edition Hatsune Miku figurine but a creepy Hatsune Miku?” Gasps the blonde, holding onto the box, eyes glimmering like he's just seen the sun. “These are so expensive, you are so lucky!!” 

“I know right!” Beams the young girl, brushing the dust off the present box. “The shop owner let me have at least fifty percent off!” Her delicate fingers brush over Miku's face, a found smile takes over her glossy lips. “I love her so much, she's so pretty- Oh- Oh my god! I mean, it's for my brother- He- He loves these kinds of things-

“Stop.” Frowns the blonde, grabbing onto the girl's skinny wrist. It's a tense second, Teruhashi's smile wavers, nervously eyeing her spilled purchases. “Please don't do that, you shouldn't be ashamed of what you like, especially if it makes you so happy.”

Teruhashi opens her mouth to speek, taken back- 

He was so pretty, long eyelashes, pouty lips, yet he was such a fucking nerd, yapping about Miku like he knew her personal-

Like, like… 

“Sorry, that was way out of line.” He chuckles, swiftly picking up all of her things, reaching down to help her up. “Your knee is totally bleeding, let me take you home, it's the least I can do after I literally crashed into you.” 

“No, no it's fine!” Teruhashi laughs awkwardly, shaking her head- Yelping when the blonde throws her over his shoulder, fixing her bags in the little basket in front of his bike, before setting her down on his bike. 

“You gotta hold on tight, ok?” Kyousuke smiles. 

Teruhashi nods, biting her lips as she wraps her hands around his skinny waist, holding on tightly. She was being so bold accepting his ride, they hardly knew each other, not to mention her embarrassing outburst-

Ugh, this is so embarrassing!!! 

“I live right up ahead.” She mutters, the bike stops, the blonde helps her off, handing her her bags, bowing his head in apology. “Thank you so much.” The words leave her mouth before she can stop them. “Will I see you at school tomorrow?” 

“What?” Kyousuke scratches his neck, then it happens, he notices her ugly uniform that somehow only works for her. He cringes. Slumping his shoulders as he reluctantly agrees. 

“I'll see you tomorrow then.” 

I'll see you tomorrow… 

Tomorrow… 

Tomorrow comes sooner than expected. 

Kyousuke's sleeping on the street, knees curled to his chest. He wakes up hungry, makes his way towards PK Academy with an annoyed scowl on his face, walking down the cliché halls with his hands in his pockets. 

What was he doing here, exactly?

The question hits him like a truck, it hurts almost as much as being shoved onto the wall, by a group of guys running at inhuman speeds towards someone-

Hold up, he knows that random dot with blue hair. 

Teruhashi Kokomi, he believes, such a perfect name for someone as pretty as her. He likes to think he's pretty- Scrach that, he knows he's pretty. The old salary-men at Kabuki-cho tell him all the time; they buy him for the night, always praising his eyes. 

Pretty privilege is the worst.  

He knows that firsthand, they never see the person underneath all the beauty, just the idea of something beautiful. Unfortunately for everyone gathered around the bathroom door, Kyousuke isn't afraid to hate, to be disliked, life is too short for those kinds of pleasantries where they aren't deserved. 

“What the hell are you doing!!?” He clicks his tongue, shoving the guy that kept the bathroom door open, when Teruhashi tried to shut it. “This is the women's bathroom, you fucking pervert, are you gonna follow her in, ha??” 

“No, I was just-

“You were just what? Being a creep??” He snarls, grabbing onto the teens disgusting green uniform, headbutting him hard, hard enough that the random teen slumps unconscious on the floor. 

The rest of the group gasps, taking a collective step back. 

“We'll see you in class Teruhashi-sama-

“We're not running away because we're scared- 

“Ugh.” Sighs the blonde, turning to Teruhashi, giving her a tiny smile. “Hurry up and take your shit- I'll walk with you to class-

“I don't have- Hum.” She scoffs, shutting with a loud thump. 

Ten minutes later Teruhashi comes out. 

“Bitch, you took so fucking long.” Huffs the blonde, putting out his cigarette, tossing the bud out the open window. He glances at her, all proper and composed, smiling softly. “You're lipstick is fucked from-” He leans down, gently rubbing the perfect pink gloss off the corner of her mouth. “There you go.” 

Teruhashi blushes, quickly looking away before turning her glossy blue eyes towards the blonde. He was cute. Pretty, almost like a girl- But so obviously not a girl, he's brash, tall, and has rough fingers. 

Would it be that bad if they dated-

No, no, no!!

No matter how pretty he was, he would never be as pretty as Kanna Hashimoto.

Ugh, what the fuck!!! That was so gay of her!! What the hell kind of thought was that!! If anyone ever found out she would be-

“I got you something.” The blonde giggles, dangling a My Melody keychain, it has chunky white beads and glossy pink beads with a smooth finish. “It matches mine.” It's a glittery keychain, a Kuromi keychain with thick purple and black beads. “I saw your, um, Onegai My Melody pajamas when I crashed into you yesterday… I thought you might like- 

“Not in public.” She yelps, snatching the keychain, holding it close to her heart. “I appreciate it, but I can't take it, especially not Anime gifts, it would ruin my reputation as the most perfect, pretty girl.”

Kyousuke scoffs, rolling his sharp eyes. "Komi-san you should just be yourself, life is too short, you'll die soon, y'know that right, if you like cute girly shows who cares. Plus, this was really expensive, and I didn't watch the whole show for nothing, you bitch."

"Um, I guess it would be rude of me not to accept it." She holds it up to her face, smiling softly as her shoulders slump in defeat. "Did you really watch the whole show? Just for me, aww, you big softy." 

“Think what you want.” With an amused huff, Kyousuke clips the keychain on his lavender flip-phone, enjoying the soft jingle.

Maybe today would be a good day-  

He sat right behind the pink-haired guy. 

The one with magical powers that threatened to kill him, ya, that guy. 

His name was Saiki Kusuo, he was friends with that tall, thug-looking teenager and this skinny, random guy with sky-blue hair- 

At least they seemed to be around him, a lot. 

Kyousuke visibly cringed when he was forced to take the last open seat in front of the pinkette. Why the hell did he have to sit in front of that guy! His luck was so shitty! 

It really wasn't fair, especially since Teruhashi seemed to know him. Like emotionally, not just with hollow hellos. She stopped in the middle of her sentence, smiling at him before running towards him. 

They had been heading to lunch, he had been excited to at least smell the food, stomach growling. Seeing the pink-haired guy pissed him off, he was so upset. 

He's standing by the window, hearing their awkward conversations about the weather, he doesn't want to look at him. Acknowledging him would confirm what happened yesterday, he would never do that. 

“Finally.” He whispers, stretching his arms over his head, walking towards the girl. 

Don't acknowledge him, don't-

“Kyousuke.” Kusuo shuts his mouth with an audible snap, lips tugging downwards. 

Shit.  

Kyousuke stares at the shorter man, for an uncomfortable amount of time- Snapping like a rubber band. "Kusuo.” His smile is sickeningly sweet, tucking his golden hair behind his ear. “Don't be a stranger, feel free to say hello to me in class, ok~” 

Saiki shivers, shoving past the tall blonde. 

“What was that about??” Teruhashi questions, running up to the blonde when he storms away. “Do you know each other? What was that- Come on, tell me!” 

“It's nothing.” Sighs the blonde. “It's literally nothing.” 

Teruhashi frowns, biting her lip. 

That was definitely not nothing, something was there, she could practically taste it. Did they know each other? Why was it so awkward? And the way Kyousuke looked at him-

Oh, my god!! 

“I know.” She smiles, rolling her glossy blue hair in between her fingers. “I think I understand everything.” 

“I highly doubt it.” Huffs the blonde. 

“Um-hum.” Standing on her tiptoes, she whispers against Kyousuke's ear, unable to hide her smugness. “You guys used to fuck-

Kyousuke snorts loudly, catching the attention of the others around them, it makes him laugh louder, choking on his spit. “That's- That's fucking crazy!!” 

“Don't deny it-

“I- We haven't, that's gross!” He giggles, holding onto his stomach. “Plus, he's totally not my type, I like my men with money, he's a high-schooler, it would never work out.”

“But you do, um… 

“Like guys?” He questions as they arrive at the lunch line, Teruhashi nods her head, politely accepting the lavish meal the lunch lady hands her. A big plate of Ramen, with like fifteen portions more than normal. 

Under everyone's horrified gaze, Kyousuke drags her out of the cafeteria, up the stairs and onto the roof, sitting in the shadows of the building. 

Teruhashi sighs softly, taking a tiny bite of her lunch, pushing it towards the blonde that greedily slurps up the broth. “It's' not normal, y'know, or accepted- I wouldn't be the perfect girl if I didn't accept it but, others might not-

“I honestly don't give a fuck what others think.” Mutters the blonde through mouthfuls of noodles. “I like guys with money, y'know, my first time having  sex was with a guy-

“That's… You're really shameless, y'know.” Smiles the girl, snatching the chopsticks from Kyousuke's hands, bringing some noodles to her mouth, swallowing them. 

“Thank you.” Giggles the blonde, rolling some of his hair in between his fingers. “...If others don't like me, that's their problem.” He chuckles, shoving a whole piece of meat in his mouth, speaking through his teeth. “Anyway, are you down to go to Karaoke?” 

“Of course, I wouldn't miss it.” 

×

Two weeks ago Kyousuke crashed into her life. 

One week ago that fake blonde demanded she stay with him after meeting her brother. They crammed into his tiny Internet Café, playing video games, watching sad period-dramas and reading Manga until the early hours of the morning. 

It was a little strange but she felt like they knew each other a lifetime ago. 

In some fucked up way he was perfect for her, equally as vain and spoiled. Demanding everything from the world around him without hiding just how perverted and rotten he really was. 

They were best-friends, Kyousuke had said it himself. 

So when she hears others talk so badly about him, she really couldn't help but roll her eyes. “We're friends, I'm not allowed to have friends!?” 

The class goes silent. 

Saiki blinks in shock, shaking his head at the irony. That bad-mouth blonde was terrifying. Making Teruhashi Kokomi, the most perfect girl in the whole world, yell at her league of admirers was on a whole new level. 

The worst part was that he didn't do much, aside from treating Teruhashi with basic human rights. 

Against his better judgment, Saiki had been following them, keeping an eye out of anything suspicious, but that damn blonde hasn't made one move, nothing, aside from the occasional dirty joke or innuendo-

At least nothing externally.  

“Excuse me.” She stiffly moves past the group of guys, meeting the blonde at the door. They exchange an odd look, before he leans down, pushing her silken hair away from her face- Placing a kiss on her neck. 

The whole world shook.  

The class went pale, gagging on ragged breaths as they tried to process what just happened. 

Saiki turns to look out the window, tapping his fingers against his wooden desk. 

Did Kyousuke know what he got himself into? 

He just shook the foundations society was based on- Teruhashi Kokomi is a goddess no one is allowed to touch. He already broke that rule by being friends with her, without explicit permission. Now that everyone thought they were a couple, his punishment would be severe-

“You wanna go to this new coffee shop later?” The blonde asks from down the hall. “I got money so I'll be paying this time!” 

“Ok, fine.” The girl sighs deeply, nervously rolling her glossy blue hair in between her fingers. “Also, can I stay at your place? My brother was being a total creep.” 

“You were going to stay at my place anyway.” Mocks the tall teenage boy. “The coffee shop is in Kabuki-cho, it's too far for me to walk you back home- 

“Then I should stop at my house and get some clothes-

“Maybe grab your toothbrush so you can stop using mine-

“No, thanks.” She rolls her eyes, pushing her hair behind her shoulder, giving him a playful wink. “That's what friends are for, right?”  

The blonde blinks, rolling his eyes. “I'm going to bite you.” He sighs. 

Saiki runs his fingers across the desk, gripping on the edge as he slumps into the cool wood. 

Kyousuke seemed to be good for Teruhashi- 

If it made her happy was it really all that bad?

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Why the hell was this happening to him? 

Saiki frowns, eyebrows pinched, lips turned downwards as he walks down the hall, next to that “Spirit Medium”. 

The buzzing thoughts of excited students give him a headache. They were loud and sexually driven, a bunch of hormonal teenagers- 

But really, what was Toritsuka thinking? 

Transferring to PK, claiming he could see ghosts, calling him “Master” in front of everyone? It was like he was trying to throw suspicion his way. It would be bad if people thought he had any kind of magical powers… He would never be able to live his life in peace. 

“I can't believe you bullied me like that.” Sobs the purple haired teen, hands wrapped around his waist. “That was cruel- Oh- Oh.”  

A harp starts to play, the gates of heaven open, glitter and diamonds illuminate the hallway as sunflowers blossom through the air. 

“Hello.” Teruhashi smiles, bowing her head before walking away. 

“I- I- I, I- Um… Saiki-sama- Who was that beautiful angel- Did I die? Was she real- Do you know her?” Stammers Toritsuka, smitten by Teruhashi's otherworldly beauty. “Inltroduce us- Please you have too!!” 

“Fuck off-

“Hey!” Glows Teruhashi, running up the blonde guy that was definitely not there a second ago. “I was thinking for lunch we could go to the Conveni and get bubble-tea-

“I'm down, I gotta refill my addiction, y'know.” He shifts his weight onto his other leg, catching out of the corner of his eye as the guy everyone said was the new transfer student, shamelessly stared at Komi-san's ass. 

“Smoking is ba-

“Ya, ya.” Clicking his tongue, Kyousuke takes off his knitted cardigan, leaning down to tie the baggy sweater around Teruhashi's waist. “Grab my bag, will you. I need a quick smoke.”

Teruhashi blinks, shifting her eyes towards the new kid, smiling softly. Kyousuke is so overprotective, he's so cute like this, if only her real brother was like that- She cringes, smiling brightly as she wraps her hands around Kyousuke's waist, giving him a good squeeze. Kyousuke rolls his eyes, pouting his lips as he watches her walk away. He feels awkward without his safety net, his well-worn lavender cardigan. 

Whatever.  

Picking at the fresh scabs on his wrist, Kyousuke walks towards Toritsuka, ignoring Saiki as he towers over the purple-haired teen. Eyes sharp, sparkling under the fluorescent light. "Are you the one that sees ghosts?" He asks, quickly glancing at Kusuo. 

He's standing to the side, his uniform is perfectly ironed, quietly observing. 

Like a God. 

"Yes, Toritsuka Reita at your service." He chucks, wiping the sweat off his palms, respectfully bowing his head. "I can tell you who your garden spirit is, if you'd like me too." 

“Can you actually do that?” Kyousuke chuckles, looking down at the purplette with a mischievous, cat-like smile. “Ok then, give me your best shot, big boy.”

Toritsuka puffs his chest with pride, nodding his head, looking around the hallway- 

Jerking to a stop. 

“Um.” He frowns, making a symbol with his hand, looking through his fingers but it doesn't seem to give him the results he's looking for. “Saiki-sama.” A cold sweat forms on his face, frantically pleading the psychic fix whatever was happening. “Tell him I'm a real medium-

“Is this your usual tactic to get girls?” Deadpans the blonde, crossing his arms over his chest. “Are you still single?” 

“No- I mean yes- But, it's no- Saiki-sama tell him-

“Toritsuka Reita is a Spirit Medium, it seems you have the innate ability to block out both our powers.” Hums Saiki, giving the blonde a look over- 

Wow, he never realized how tall Kyousuke is, he's almost as tall as Nendo, that's horrifying.  

“He's immune to your power, Master-

“I told you not to call me that-

“But, is he- Like all of your powers-

“Shut up, don't say that out loud.” Sighs Saiki. 

“Ya, shut up- I don't- I don't care about all you're supernatural bullshit.” Kyousuke frowns, leaning down to Toritsuka's level. “Teruhashi Kokomi is my girl, I don't want you to touch her, look at her, or have any impure thoughts about her.” He smiles, patting his shoulders, rubbing small circles into his collarbone. "I may not be a psychic, but I won't hesitate to drop-kick your little pathetic dick onto the sidewalk, got it?”

Toritsuka swallows, repeatedly nodding his head. 

“Perfect!” Kyousuke beams, practically skipping down the hall. He stops at the end, pulling out his last cigarette, lighting it in the goddamn hallway.

Kusuo deadpans, telepathically putting out the cigarette. Watching with a satisfying smirk as Kyousuke curses, glancing his way, shoving his hands back into his pockets, stomping downstairs.

Toritsuka gasps for breath, roughly shaking the psychic. 

"What happened- It was like seeing an angel- An angry angel. Why… Why did he keep looking at you? Do you know him? Saiki-sama, I need this man-

"Shut up." Kusuo rolls his eyes, shoving the purplette away with a disgusted huff. "Don't speak to him, he's a bad influence.” 

“A bad influence, ha?” Hums the spirit medium. “I don't see the problem.” 

×

“What? Can't I have a lesser punishment since it was my first time, Mazuzaki-sensei?” Whines the blonde, nervously rolling his fingers over each other. 

He's standing in the teacher's room, shoulders slumped, getting the scolding of his life, by a teacher that he's only seen in passing. 

The older man frowns, crossing his arms over his chest, like a disapproving father, sighing deeply as he speaks. “I'm very disappointed, I expected better of you.” 

“You did?” Blinks the blonde. 

Mazuzaki sighs, picking up the stack of papers on his desk, dropping them into Kyousuke's arms, steadying him when the blonde sways slightly. “Make it up to me by helping students with their paperwork. ok?” 

“I didn't know you expected anything from me…” Mutters the lengthy teenager, fixing the stack of papers in his arms. “You won't catch me again, promise.”

“I hope- No, you won't do it at all!” The teacher snaps, face palming when Kyousuke leaves the room. The blonde slumps against the door, peering down at the stack of papers. 

Ugh, this was going to take forever. 

Said-and-done, one school day later Kyousuke found himself with his last paper. One Hiroshi Satou. He was thoroughly exhausted, dealing with idiot kids was the fucking worst. 

One more idiot student. 

One more-

What was Saiki Kusuo doing standing in front of a classroom that wasn't his, with Toritsuka Reita? Are they friends? 

Oh-

The Psychic smiled, like actually, actively smiled. What made him so happy- It had to be a girl, right? Ha, even the mighty fall for a pretty face… But he didn't seem all that affected by Teruhashi and her radiant smile-

Hold up, what the fuck was he doing? 

He didn't have time for this bullshit- And he didn't give one fuck. He had a job to do before the end of school. It was already bad enough that half the students here are as smart as a roll of toilet paper. 

Grammar and punctuation aren't that hard, goddammit. 

Whatever, his feet are starting to hurt, he still has to walk back to Kabuki-cho, he better hurry.

“Um, excuse me.” The blonde sighs, rolling his eyes when Kusuo's body jerks back violently. What the fuck was that about? He shrugs it off, pushing past them, without another word; walking up to this plan-looking guy, sitting next to his nerdy friends. “Hey, are you, um, Hiroshi Satou?”

“Um, yes?” The guy looks up-

Holy shit, he looks like the protagonist of any reincarnation Anime, or the loser “love interest” of the overpowered MC. 

Oh.  

That's why his name was last on the list, he's the loser “love interest” of the overpowered main character, with ugly green glasses and cotton-candy pink hair. The only one that could make him smile- Aww, If Kyousuke wasn't so exhausted he would find this funnier. 

Grabbing a chair, Kyousuke pushes it in front of Satou’s desk. “Ok, let's start.”

“You're part of the Student Council, right?” Asks Satou. “I saw you delivering forms-” He stops, finding himself suddenly alone, his friends are now at their respective desks, ignoring his silent pleas for help. He doesn't want to be alone with the Student Council's scary guard dog. “Is, um, was mine filled out incorrectly?”

“Bingo.” Kyousuke glances up at the raven-haired teen, blinking, rubbing his palm over his chest, placing the new form on his desk. “This time fill out the paperwork properly- Y'know what? I'm going to sit here and watch you, so try your best, sweetheart.”

Satou swallows thickly, tightly gripping onto his pencil, thinking the blonde is kind of scary, sweating profusely under the blonde's sharp glare. “Um, I- He-here you go-

“The date is wrong, and you were supposed to write your address on the bottom line, not the top one.” Sighs the blonde, snatching the pencil out of his hands, leaning across the table, erasing his scribble.

Satou shifts uncomfortably, looking around the room-

His hands are cold and his Kanji is perfect, almost computerized. He was dating Teruhashi-sama, right? He's a pretty boy, with long wispy eyelashes and a androgynous, almost girly look. 

He's practically perfect-

Part of the Student Council, with amazing grades and gook looking. It's almost like he's a main character in a  romance anime, he believes it, especially if Teruhashi Kokomi is the main love interest. 

“Dude, your writing is horrible.” Long skinny fingers, adorned with black nail-polish tap against the desk, shaking his head in disgust. “I can't understand shi-

“Sorry.” He mutters, ducking his head, cringing back when the blonde shifts closer- He smells like cigarettes. 

“Oh- Sorry, do I smell?” Kyousuke smiles almost shyly, fisting his lavender cardigan, bringing the soft fabric to his nose. “Sorry~” He says cutely, covering his mouth with the baggy sleeves of his cardigan. “Can you believe you're not allowed to smoke on school property?”

“Um, I-

“I'm usually really careful but I was watching this guy get rejected from the staircase and didn't see Matsuza-

“Kyousuke- There you are.” Teruhashi shines from the door, smiling as she approaches the two boys; tucking her hair behind her ear, blinking her long eyelashes. “I've been looking for you everywhere, are we still going to that coffee shop?”

“Oh wow, it's Teruhashi.” Gasps Satou, blushing.

"Is this your friend, Kyousuke?” She curiously asks, eyeing the raven-haired teen with a suspicious glimmer in her royal-blue eyes.

“What, no- Matsuzaki-san caught me smoking and had me pass misspelled papers.” He pushes in his chair, rubbing his face with an exhausted sigh. “I like, don't have any money tho- Is it cool if you pay?” 

“Ya, I told you, I have a coupon.” She beams, leaning into the blonde's cool body- She stops, turning to the nobody, respectfully bowing her head. “It was nice to meet you-

“Satou-san, do me a favor?” Kyousuke cracks a smile, leaning down to push some of the guy's ink-black hair away from his face. “Can you hand this over to Matsuzaki-sensei- And tell him I was really nice and seemed really sorry about smoking in the staircase, please?” 

“Um- Ye-Yes of course.” Satou bobs his head, watching them leave the room. 

×

“Yumehara was pissing me off today, she wouldn't shut up about her boyfriend or her diet.” Teruhashi rolls her eyes, Kyousuke nods his head next to her. They are both walking down the street, carrying their school backpack, heading towards the new coffee shop in Shibuya. “How the fuck do you wanna be skinny and eat all the junk-food you brought for lunch, you can't have it both ways-

“Ya, just vomit it back up.” Kyousuke casually shrugs, like what he said was normal. Saiki shakes his head, more annoyed than alarmed; unlike Toritsuka, that cringed. “I'm not encouraging it, I'm just… Suggesting, she wants to be skinny and eat, just throw up your food-

“You're such an asshole, stop trying to give Yumehara an eating disorder, she's annoying enough as it is.” Huffs the blue-haired girl. “She's not committed enough anyway, she'd probably think it was a chore and not do it.”

Saiki rolls his eyes, glancing towards Toritsuka, hoping the disgusting conversation was enough to stop this stalking nonsense. 

“Saiki, stop making so much noise.” Toritsuka huffs, hiding behind a tree when Kyousuke turns around to look at them, looking right at Kusuo with a pinched expression. 

Could Kyousuke see him, even when he was invisible? 

The conversation stops, spoken in soft mutters, until they arrive at the restaurant, quickly finding a booth at the back. “Wait, are we supposed to order upfront?” 

“I followed you to the table-

“Thank you so much for waiting!” Smiles this redhead, bowing her head as she speaks. “What can I- Oh wow, I mean, um, What can I get for you!” 

“Oh, no worries, we understand you're busy.” Teruhashi beams, tucking some of her hair behind her ear, peering at the menu. “We're going to share the pudding.” Her eyes squint down to tiny slits, pointing to the tiny, jiggles dessert on the menu. The young redhead gives them this off look, but she doesn't say anything, just bobs her head. “Thank you so much, please don't hurry, take all the time you need.”

“No- No, thank you.” The waitress bows, running off deeper into the restaurant. 

“You're so fucking gay- You should have just asked her out already.” The blonde mocks, crossing his legs, leaning closer to the pretty girl. “She did say, ‘oh wow’, I bet she'd let you fuck-

“Don't say that out loud!” She blushes, quickly covering the blonde's mouth with her hand. “But… But was it really noticeable, did I really stutter as much as I thought I did!”

“You're a dumb-ass.” Kyousuke rolls his eyes, tucking some of his hair behind his ear. “Anyway, did you hear about the new transfer student? The “Spirit Medium”, it, um, seems like shitty fraud to get girls- Not that it's getting him anywhere, I saw this girl literally run away from him during P.E when I was smoking on the balcony.” Giggles the blonde, Toritsuka turns a deep shade of red, shaking his head at the outrageous claims. “He was failing so bad it was kind of adorable-

“Ugh, enough of your stupid crush-

“Eww, I'm not-

He's interrupted by the waitress, she places a rather big piece of pudding in front of Teruhashi, giving her a bright smile. “Please enjoy.” 

“I thought it was smaller.” Kyousuke blinks, hitting the pudding with the spoon, watching as it jiggles with an annoyed pout. “Can we have another spoon?” He asks, glancing up at the girl only to find her sharp glare. 

“I'm sorry, we're out of spoons.” She spits through gritted teeth. 

“Oh-

“We’ll just share the spoon, Kyo~” Teruhashi mouths her words, running her fingers over Kyousuke's wrist; her smile turns slightly bitter as she turns to the waitress. “Thank you.”

The waitress opens her mouth, shutting it before bowing her head, walking away. 

“Komi-san, what are we… Are we going to fuck?” He asks dumbly, pupils dilated, high on whatever drug was on sale. 

“Kyousuke, are you high-

“No.” He gasps, offended; rolling his eyes when his phone pings. “Ugh, fuck off-

“What?” Teruhashi asks, snatching his phone, scrolling through his texts. “...With her kids' clothes?” 

“We've fucked a few times, it's been mostly normal, but now she's asking me to wear her kids clothes- Look I might be a piece of shit, but I don't know if the money's worth it.” He pouts taking a big bite of the jiggly pudding. 

“It's almost fifteen thousand-

“The pay is so good it's almost uncomfortable.” Sighs the blonde. “My luck is so shit, I can't find it in me to actually believe she would pay me that much.” 

“In the end, it's all pretend, right?” Asks Teruhashi, placing her  hand on top of Kyousuke, squeezing reassuringly. “This doesn't change you, you are, and will forever be, exactly who you are.”

Kyousuke blinks, looking straight at Teruhashi for a long breath before scoffing softly, eating the last of the pudding. “Do you… Do you wanna get married?”

She huffs, rolling her eyes. “This is why you don't have any friends.” 

Kyousuke gasps loudly, holding a hand over his chest. “I can't believe you said it outloud- But, I'll forgive you if you pay- 

“I'm staying over at your place today, by the way.” She snorts unamusingly, rummaging through her wallet, pulling out a few hundred Yen before placing them on the table.”My brother is being a total creep, I found him looking through my clothes today- 

“Eww…” Frowns the blonde, as they get up from the booth. “Oh, I need to stop by the 100-Yen store, you need a toothbrush, so you can stop using mine-

“Would you rather I go to bed without brushing my teeth-

“I would rather you didn't use mine.” Teruhashi gasps, pulling on the taller teens sleeve, pouting her pretty lips. “Look, I'll even get you a cup so you can stop complaining about how I don't have one.” 

“Do you not lov- Um, Saiki-kun?” She smiles awkwardly, quickly letting go of Kyousuke, rolling her hair in between her fingers. “Did you- How long-

“It doesn't matter.” Kyousuke clicks his tongue. “And it won't matter, we all have secrets we wish to keep, right?”

Kusuo simply nods his head, looking down at his coffee jelly. 

Teruhashi doesn't mention the odd conversation, simply bows her head, running after Kyousuke. He's standing by the door, quickly taking the girls bag. “What was that?”

“Ukgh, he pisses me off!” Complains the blonde, completely ignoring her question. “Did you see what he was eating? What kind of idiot likes coffee?” 

Saiki frowns. 

Kyousuke suddenly trips.

Teruhashi is quickly by his side, cringing at the blood seeping into his green uniform. “Oh my god- Are you- Are you crying??” She can't help but snort as globs of salty tears roll down his cheeks.

“I'm not crying, I'm just mad!” He sobs, roughly wiping the tears from his eyes. “This is why I don't believe in god.” 

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Saiki frowns, watching with a cold look of contempt as Toritsuka Reita pranced around with a group of girls, all muddled against each other, as the spirit inside the purplette rambled about music. 

The ghosts are using him as a puppet, coming in and out of his body, yet this idiot thinks it's a good idea. 

It's getting out of hand, a few more minutes of Toritsuka making a fool of himself and Saiki might consider helping him. 

Hold on, hadn't Toritsuka worshiped the ground Kyousuke walked on, last chapter? Hm, maybe learning about the blonde's cruelty made him change his mind… 

Really, Saiki couldn't be more disappointed, trying to give Yumehara an eating disorder- The poor girl was already worried about her waist, she didn't need a man talking shit about her weight. 

Although… 

He'd only ever seen him eat with Teruhashi, always complaining he didn't have any money, while simultaneously being high all the time.  

He really needs to stop thinking about the blonde, he's seeing him everywhere-

Oh shit, it actually is that dumb blonde. 

Saiki was going to walk away, Toritsuka be damned, but then-

“I totally got rejected today.” Kyousuke smiles through the cigarette pressed against his lips. He's sitting on a few pieces of cardboard, somewhere behind the Shinjuku Toho building. A few other kids dressed in black gather round him, sharing a big batch of Pork Gyoza from a takeout container. “Right in front of the whole cla-

“Hey, is that girl looking at you?” Asks Toya, picking a piping-hot Gyoza, carelessly shoving it into his mouth. 

“She's cute-

“She's been staring at you for a minute.” Mumbles the white-haired teen, speaking with food in his mouth. “Do you know her?” 

“...I don't think so.” Kyousuke frowns slightly, squinting when sparkles glimmer around the girl standing at the edge of the plaza, holding her school bag, wearing that ugly green uniform. “I think I should go.” Dusting off his bedazzled shorts, standing up, taking two Gyoza shoving them in his mouth before walking towards the girl. 

“Who rejected you?” Saiki spits, readjusting his glasses on his pretty face. 

Oh, right.  

He's a girl, a tiny girl with pretty pink hair, wearing a skirt and a pink bralette. 

Kyousuke blinks, leaning down to Saiki's level, squinting his eyes in bewilderment. Was it- Could it be? She was really pretty and the way she talked to him, so casually, it's almost like they knew each other- Oh, it had to be that- “Did we fuck before- I was probably too high and don't remember you, sorry.”

“What, no.” Saiki rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. “Who reject-

Then Kyousuke's stomach growls loudly.

“That was so fucking embarrassing.” Whines the blonde, hiding his flushed cheeks with his baggy sleeves, eyes full of salty tears. “God take me now-

“Have you eaten?” Saiki questions, cocking his head. “Have you been throwing up your food?” 

“What, no- I paid rent today, ok, it's always the same- Man, they love to squeeze me dry.” Complains the blonde, glancing around cramped streets, full of tourists and old salary-men- A handful of police turn the corner, Kyousuke flinches, ducking his head as the other kids start to scramble, gathering their things and disappearing into the back-alleys. “Today couldn't get any worse.” Then he's dragging Saiki away from the plaza, onto the street. “Whatever, I'll just mooch off Komi-san's lunch tomorrow.” 

“Why do you pay rent? Do you live by yourself?” Asks the pinkette, crossing his arms over his chest when they stop at the red light. “...What happened to your parents?”

“I'm sorry, do I know you?” Scoffs the blonde, repeatedly hitting the button for the crosswalk. “Why are you asking me questions like we're lovers?”

"Have you been drinking?" Saiki's dull voice is heavy with accusation. “Or are you still high?”

Kyousuke's mouth opens, snapping shut, he clicks his tongue, glaring down at the girl. “What's it to you?"

"Do you really not know who I am?" Saiki asks.

"Um..." Kyousuke rubs his face, annoyed. "You wear a PK uniform, but I don't think we have met- Holly shit, your eyes are beautiful.” Saiki jerks back, quickly looking away but the blonde follows him, giving him a soft smile. “You'd make this the best day of my miserable life if you let me see you're gorgeous eyes without your glasses-

“Fuck no.” Saiki snaps, slapping the blonde's hand away, for a second, one split second, he swore the voices around him stopped- But when the blonde pulls away, hissing sharply they flood back. 

“Ouch!” He frowns, rubbing the red mark on the back of his hand. “Y'know with that attitude you kind of reminded me of- I guess it doesn't matter. It's really not safe out here for pretty girls like you, unless your looking for a quick fuck, you should probably head home.” 

“What about you-

“I live here.” He straightens up, looking around the dimming streets. “Down that street, at the Internet Cafe in the corner- I'm just looking for, y'know, a good fuck.” He smirks, leaning down, trying to get a better look at the girl's face, but she huffs, turning in the opposite direction. “Are you interested? I think you're cute so we can do it for free.”  

“For free?” Saiki frowns, peering at the blonde, taking in his well-worn clothes. His baggy lavender cardigan and his distressed, bedazzled shorts- The scrapes on his knees are still there, scabbed over… 

Why aren't they gone?  

Injuries shouldn't last more than a few minutes- 

Could he..  

Of course, he's immune to all his powers. 

For the first time in a long time, Saiki Kusuo feels a cold rush of fear run up his spine. He's dangerous. Someone his powers don't work on, like at all- He's a Nendo on crack!! 

A super-Nendo! 

Saiki goes pale, gulping a breath of air, as the blonde stares at him with a concerned look. “We don't- You do- Are you ok? Can I call someone for you? Um, give me your phone, I'll call someone to come get you- 

“I don't have one.” Saiki jerks back, his body feels awkward, shaking as he tries to get his emotions under control. “I don't have a Line- I don't-

“Like, like at all?" He blinks, glancing at the pink haired girl with a confused twitch in his lips. Saiki says nothing and Kyousuke sighs, rolling his eyes. “Let me walk you home- Um… Hello?”

She was gone. 

Kyousuke looks around the street, rolling his pin-straight hair in between his fingers. 

Did he just imagine her? 

×

“I'm done boss!!!” Kuniharu yells from the front door for his office building. “I'm going home!!” He doesn't wait for an answer, simply grabs his coat and runs out the door. 

He ignores his boss yelling, turning the sharp corner with enthusiasm. 

He's going home to see his beautiful wife!!

Oh, how he loves her- He has to run, run to catch the last train-

He missed the last train.  

…

Fifteen more streets! 

…

Eight more streets! 

…

Four more streets!

Kuniharu gasps for breath, slumping on the sidewalk out of breath from running all the way home. He can make it… He can walk the last few streets- 

He has to for his beautiful wife.

“Hey dude, are you good?” Kuniharu gasps for breath, looking up- Was he supposed to be scared? The guy was tall, with blonde hair and a threatening smile. “Are you having a heart-attack? You need me to call someone for you?” 

“I… I just need a second.” The older man slumps against the cold wall, flinching slightly when the blonde sits next to him, lighting a cigarette. 

“You missed the train?” He asks, blowing the smoke in the opposite direction. “I came to see my friend- I was supposed to stay at her place but her brother kicked me out. I tried to make it back to Kabuki-cho but I missed the last train… You live around here?” 

“Um, ya, just down the street- Ugh, I also missed the last train.” Kuniharu slumps his shoulders. “I ran all the way here, just need a minute to catch my breath-

“You ran?” Smiles the blonde, laying his head on his knees. “Man, your wife must be beautiful if you're running to see her- That or she's a psycho that will beat you if you don't make it home on time.” 

“It's a little bit of both- She's beautiful, my sweet gorgeous wife.” The older man hums, he suddenly jerks to his feet, pumping his fist into the air. “I must see her- Sorry that I miss judged you, I thought you were going to rob me-

“Um, ok-

“But I must go now- I must see my wife!!” He nods to himself, running off but then he stops- He looks back at the guy still curled up on the curb. “Hey, um, where are you gonna stay?” 

The blonde looks around, blinking a few times. “Right here, dude.” He points at the spot he's sitting on- Then his stomach growls, he blushes, shutting his eyes. “I'll, um, I'll take the first train back to Kabuki-cho-

“I- Um, My wife will kill me if I leave you out here- You look to be around my son’s age and I'll feel bad all night- Maybe you, um, wanna stay with us- Just for tonight.” Rambles the brunette, waving his arms around. “If you want.” 

“Um, is that really cool with you?” Kyousuke asks cautiously, suspiciously eyeing the older man- He kind of looks familiar- Ugh, fuck it. “I don't mind if that's cool with you.” 

“Of course, my wife would be happy to have you.” And if you try anything funny Kusuo will put you in your place, he smiles sharply. 

Kyousuke shrugs, walking next to the older man. “So, what do you do for a living?” 

“Um, y'know, I lick shoes.” Kuniharu mutters. 

“Everyone does what they can to survive, it only matters that they pay you, right?” Chuckles the blonde, giving the older man a reassuring smile. 

Tears well in the brunette's eyes, wiping them away with a little sniffle. “That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.” 

Kyousuke's eyebrows pinch together, cringing slightly as he pats the man's shoulders. “That's sad, dude.” 

They walk past a few large houses, pristine white homes, the kind that have a HOA, and private gardeners. 

Wow, that guy, whatever he does for a living, they pay him really well- 

Does he need a mistress? 

Married guys do that a lot in Japan, right? 

It wasn't considered cheating if the sex was with a prostitute- Plus he's kind of cute, and he's not that old. If his wife is as beautiful as he claims, maybe they can have a ménage à trois.  

“It's this one.” The brunette smiles, pushing his key into the wooden door- It's a two story house, it's kind of hard to see in the darkness of the night but Kyousuke can make out the floor-to-ceiling windows. 

“It's nice.” He mutters, looking back towards the road… 

Was this a good idea?

“And who might this be?” The voice is soft, sweet like the angels above. It's everything Teruhashi wishes to be- A petite young lady, with glowy skin and silken hair. 

She's airy and sweet, taking his hand, smiling fondly as she welcomes him in. “You're welcome to stay as long as you need!” She smiles, eyes glistening like diamonds. “Please come in, don't just stand in the cold- I bet you're hungry, I'll get dinner ready while you guys freshen up!!” 

“Um, I- Yes, thank you so much!” He beams, nodding his head as he's shoved into the bathroom. “Thank you.” 

×

Upstairs Kusuo is watching TV, genuinely surprised that that street magician he met a few months ago could manage such an amazing act. 

His new show was spoiled, which wasn't amazing- It was really bad actually, he felt robbed. That's why he's staring at his TV, it's totally not because his mind keeps going back to the blonde- 

He needs to be careful around that guy, he's dangerous, he knows too much and if none of his powers work on him, even if Kyousuke were to talk, there was close to nothing Saiki could do- Aside from straight up killing him. 

It was always on the table- 

Speaking of tables, dinner was ready. 

Kusuo turned off the TV, walked down the stairs, turning the corner- 

He freezes.  

Kyousuke drops his chopsticks, they make a thundering sound as they bounce on the wooden table, clattering onto the floor; rice spills onto the table, sticking to the corners of his open mouth.

"Of course." The blonde sounds so unamused, pushing the rice stuck to his lips, into his mouth, with his fingers. 

Kusuo frowns, stiffly walking towards the table, staring Kyousuke down as he takes his seat. 

“Aww, Kuu-chan, this is Kyousuke-kun, he's going to be staying with us tonight.” Smiles his mom, handing the blonde a new set of chopsticks.

“Ha, Kuu-chan~” Mocks the taller teen, taking a piece of Pork, shoving it in his mouth, speaking with his mouth full. “Mind of I call you that from now on-

“Fuc- No.” Seethes the psychic, picking up his chopsticks, awkwardly eating his food. “What are you doing here? Weren't you in Kabuki-cho not that long ag-

“Are you stocking me?” Gasps the blonde, rolling his hair in between his fingertips, smirking playfully. “I didn't know you loved me so much, Kuu-chan~”  

“Hold it- Enough of  the flirting.” Kuniharu stands up, eyeing the two teenagers sitting on his table. “How do you know each othe-

“More importantly, are you friends with my Kuu-chan?” Kurumi's eyes glimmer with something unsaid, mouth open in anticipation. 

“Me and Kuu-chan go to the same school- And ya, we're best friends-

“Don't lie to my parents, you parasite.” Sighs the psychic, moving the food around his plate.

“Kusuo, don't talk to your best friend like that.” Mom whines, she stops, whimpering as tears fall down her cheeks. “I'm so happy Kusuo has a friend!” 

“Ya son, I didn't think you had it in you to make friends.” Smiling Kuniharu, almost mockingly. “I thought you were going to be a lonely recluse for the rest of your life-

“We aren't friends- And you can't stay here-

“What!?” Gasps the blonde, dramatically placing a hand over his chest. “Why would you ever say that to me- Me, your bestie- I can't… Fine, I'll leave, back out to the cold, where the world is cruel.”  

Kusuo frowns, his lips curl into a snarl, glaring at the smug-looking blonde. 

“Please, Kuu-chan.” His mom pleads. “Please, let him stay.”

Kusuo reluctantly agrees. 

The conversation moves on, Kusuo watches in amusement as the blonde talks to his parents. He's a natural extrovert, an open book, charming his parents with fake flirtation- 

Oh, right.

Kusuo opens his mouth, speaking through his teeth as curiosity overtakes him. “Who rejected you?” His mom cocks her head, probably wondering why he's speaking out loud, but she doesn't ask, simply glances at the blonde.

Kyousuke blinks, swallowing his food before frowning slightly. “How do you know that?”

“...Y'know.” Kusuo mutters, waving his chopsticks in the air.

“You heard it from Komi-san, right?” Asks the runaway, clicking his tongue. “Well, um…” He nervously rubs his neck, taking a deep breath as he steadies himself. “It was Satou-

“What?” Kusuo asks in disbelief, blinking a few times before this wide smile spreads across his face. 

A deep blush blossoms across Kyousuke's face, pouting as he looks away. “Don't make fun of me, asshole.” He hides his face with the baggy sleeves of his cardigan, glowing in embarrassment. “Bro, I didn't even ask him out- Matsuzaki-sensei asked me to deliver some papers ‘cause I've become his personal errand boy- And I- And I was gonna give him his paper- And he just started talking about me “disturbing his boring life” and that he “was interested in girls”-

“Oh, that's rough.” Mutter's dad.

“I was literally holding the paper in my hand.” He laughs without much humor. “Like, I'm in the middle of the classroom- I don't like him like that! It was so embarrassing, I could die- I literally ran away like I was in one of those stupid Shoujo Manga.” Whines the blonde, slumping his body against the table.

Kusuo can't help the smirk that spreads across his face, ha, karma at its finest.

“Now I have to kill myself to make him feel bad.” Pouts the blonde.

“This is a comedy.” Kusuo deadpans.

“What-

“It's nothi- 

“It's getting late, time for you boys to head off to bed.” Kuniharu yawns, quickly glancing at his wife. 

“Yes, yes- Kyousuke-kun why don't you head off to bathe first.” Smiles the older woman, helping the blonde up from his seat. “Come with me, I'll lend you some of my husband's clothes.” 

“Um, ok- Thanks so much!” Beams the blonde, quickly following Kurumi up the stairs. 

×

“Thank you for letting him stay, Kuu-chan.” His mom smiles fondly, patting down the Foton, fluffing up the blankets. She fixes her hair behind her ear, looking around her son’s room, then at jim. “He seems like a kind person- It was nice to see you smile… Y'know, I don't care who you like, as long as you're happy.” 

“I know.” Kusuo slumps his shoulders, a warm feeling spreads across his chest. “We aren-

“Hello.” There's a soft knock on the door. “Is this the right room-

“Yes, come on in- Oh, dear- Those pajamas don't fit you at all!” Kurumi smiles, shaking her head as she takes in the ill-fitting clothes. They're small, the pants fit capri-style and the shirt shows off his stomach when he moves. “I wish I had better clothes-

“Don't worry about it.” Shrugs the taller teen, dismissing her with a playful smirk. “I appreciate you letting me stay, and allowing me to use your contact solution.” He bobs his head. 

It's only then Kusuo notices the boy's eyes-

They're black, as dark and deep as the ocean itself.  

“I thought you had blue eyes?” Dumbly asks Kusuo, missing his mom slipping out the room. 

Kyousuke looks down at the pink-haired teen, eyes full of contempt- He shifts, just a tiny bit, but it feels colder than anything he's done before. “I have natural brown eyes, but everyone's eyes are always so cool and I feel left out- Gods, you're so judgmental.”  

“I wasn- Don't touch my stuff.” Huffs the pink-haired teen, teleporting out of the room. 

“It's not like I would find anything.” Mutters the blonde, looking around the dull room, rolling his eyes. He had kind of forgotten about the psychic part… 

So this was a psychic's bedroom? 

It looks underwhelming and his bed looks stiff- 

It's not. It's the softest bed he's ever slept in. He only meant to feel it, but as soon as his head hit the pillow he's out like a light. 

So when Kusuo gets out of the bath and finds that stupid junkie sleeping in his bed, he can't help but audibly groan. He tried to use telepathy but it obviously didn't work, because of course it didn't, so he resorted to physically moving the blonde- 

It's odd, but really shouldn't have come as a surprise. 

When he physically touched the blonde, trying to push him off the bed, the voices stopped.

He jerks back, looking around the room, the voices flood in, attacking him-

Then he touches the blonde again, it's a test. Kyousuke doesn't get the memo, he grabs Kusuo's wrist, dragging him into the bed. Muttering something about going back to sleep, keeping his chokehold on Kusuo's waist. 

Kusuo tries to push the blonde away, but it seems like all his powers are gone, so he lays there, annoyed and confused. 

All his powers are gone… 

Who knew the world could be so peaceful.

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And, I got tired of stepping on my own hair…

Since my transfer to PK, I've decided to live the straight and narrow. No more fighting, punk me is dead- I'm going to keep my head down, and live an earnest life. 

If anyone gets in my way, I'll kill them!! 

“What are you looking at, punk-

“Ha?” Kyousuke blinks, glancing down at the purplette, squinting his eyes, like he was nothing but a pathetic bug underneath his feet. “Oh, um, I'm sorry.” Then he scrambles away, jumping out the first story window, into the courtyard.

Kuboyasu stands there with his mouth open- What? He steps forward only to get trampled to the ground by this group of teens. 

“Where the hell did he go-

“I see him!” The young- He wasn't young, it's a gruffy man with a beard and cigarette clamped between his teeth- 

What the hell was he doing in high school!!?

“Come back here!!” Another teen yells, jumping out the window, he's followed by the rest of the guy's; up and out the window, leaving the hallway silent. 

Kuboyasu grinds his teeth, jumping to his feet, running after the punks that shoved him- He'll kill them!!  

Saiki sighs, teleporting to the roof of the building. 

Here we go again. 

×

Kuboyasu Aren is a gangsters at heart, he hates injustice above everything else, but this… What was this? And why were they only smashing his food.

"How the fuck did a good-for-nothing bitch like you, get into PK?" The scruffy man with lime green hair smirks, digging his grubby fingers into Kyousuke's grocery bag, fishing out an orange juice that he proceeds to spill onto the dirt. 

Kyousuke watches in horror as the older man, very obviously in his forties, rudely steps on his egg sandwich- The poor packaging snaps under pressure, spilling out the edges.

"How sad." The teen on his right laughs, yanking Kyousuke's head back-

His blue eyes are dilated, leaving a tiny ring of uninterested sapphire blue- Then Kyousuke jerks his head back, spitting a glob of saliva on the man's face. 

"You little!" The forty-year-old snaps, crumbling the empty bottle, tossing it into the ground. He angrily picks out another drink; a extra sugary, strawberry milk, pouring it all over Kyousuke's head- 

The blonde recoils, gasping audibly as cool milk rolls down his back, seeping into his hair, getting stuck to his eyelashes and inside his eyes.

"Teruhashi Kokomi is a goddess! No one is allowed near her without our permission." The scruffy man seethes, kneeling down in front of Kyousuke, cupping his face. “That includes you- Don't think your special.” Then he slaps Kyousuke across the face. 

It's a pimp-slap, with his whole hand.

"Hey, we aren't supposed to actually hurt him." The teen to Kyousuke's left  nervously mutters, helping the blonde onto his knees.

"This little bitch will only learn the hard way!" The man shoves both the teens away, dragging Kyousuke to his feet. "Isn't that right, little bitch boy." He shoves the phone into the other teens hands, hissing. "Record." Before returning to the blonde, pulling on his hair, holding the Onigiri in front of his face. "Eat out of my hand, like a good little dog."

Kyousuke chuckles loudly, it quickly turns into a fit of laughter. To the point he's crying strawberry-milk tears. "Sorry! Sorry, you're just so funny." He laughs, sighing deeply, placing a hand on his chest. "So... You're telling me 'The Great Teruhashi Fan Club' could only afford a lame thug and a handful of scared high school students?" 

"You brat!!" The man drops the bag, punching Kyousuke across the face. 

The blonde groans, holding his bloodied nose, glaring sharply at the older man. His mouth opens to complain but before he could say anything the man punches him again. This time Kyousuke loses his balance, falling on his ass, gargling laughter escapes his bloody mouth. 

Suddenly, like out of a comic, this guy with purple hair punches the older man, square across the face. 

He gasps, falling on the floor where Kuboyasu continues his assault, proudly kicking the man in the balls, over and over, taking his anger on the man's reproductive system.

Everyone watches, horrified. 

Someone gasps, the crowd scrambles away, leaving the courtyard empty, aside from the older man writhing in pain. 

“Hey, are you ok?” Aran squats next to the bloody blonde, outstretching his hand, trying to help him up but to his surprise, Kyousuke slaps his hand away, standing up on his own.

"Fuck off.” He mumbles, sucking on his bottom lip, drinking the blood from his wound. With a whine he kneels in front of his discarded grocery bag, the plastic bag crinkles as he picks it up, fishing out his salmon-Onigiri and a Pudding. ”I fucking hate being alive.” He sighs deeply, opening the rice ball, swallowing it in one bite. 

Kuboyasu jerks back when the blonde's cynical eyes land on him, bearing his teeth as he speaks. “What do you want for saving me?"

“Ah- Um, nothing- Why?” Dumbly blinks Kuboyasu. “I- I don't want anything- I couldn't just watch as an innocent man got beat up."

Kyousuke wrinkles his nose,  lifting his shirt to wipe the blood off his face. "How do you know I'm innocent?" He asks, cringing when pain bursts against his ribs. “... Are you sure you couldn't watch, I didn't need your help, y'know."

"You were losing pretty badly-

"I wasn't losing!" Kyousuke huffs, crossing his arms over his chest as a pout forms on his split lip. "I just- I wasn't fighting back." 

"Why- 

"I don't have to explain myself to you." He rolls his eyes, walking closer to Kuboyasu. "What do you want?" 

"What?" Kuboyasu blinks, cocking his head like a confused puppy. 

Kyousuke deadpans, leaning forward, running his fingers over Kuboyasu's cheek, moving a dark-purple hair strand behind his ear. "What do you want for saving me?"

"Nothing!" Aron pulls back, shaking his head to fix his hair. "Maybe, um, y'know, a thank you."  

“Fuck no, I would rather die.” Recoils the blonde, giving Kuboyasu a look of pure disgust. "I hate owing people- Why can't you just let me suck your dick or someth-

"What?!" Kuboyasu shouts, wide eyed. "You… you're kidding right?"

"No, you want to?" Kyousuke's sapphire eyes glisten as he grips Kuboyasu by the shoulders. 

Shock and panic flash across Aren's beautiful face, quickly replaced by a deep-red blush. This eat-shit grin spreads across Kyousuke's lips, quickly grabbing his hair up, kneeling down in front of the shell-shocked teen.

Was this really happening? 

Really!? 

Like for real!!?

"What are you doing?" Saiki didn't need an answer, he'd been watching from the roof; wondering what game the blonde was playing? His violet eyes shift from the delinquent to Kyousuke, grabbing him from the collar of his shirt, lifting him onto his feet.

Kyousuke slaps his hand away, patting his knees. "What do you want?"

"Teruhashi-san is looking for you." Kusuo says, eyes as dull as ever, grabbing the blonde's wrist, pulling him away. 

"Hey! Kuu, I wasn't done! Kuu! Kuu-chan-

"You don't have to yell, I'm right here." Deadpans the pink-haired teen, letting go of Kyousuke's wrist when they are inside the building.

Kyousuke pouts, glancing at the psychic before jumping on him, wrapping his arms around his shoulders. "You must really like me- Do you have a little crush on me?" 

Kusuo's eyes twitch, elbowing Mumei in the ribs- 

He breathes sharply, squatting on the floor as pain bursts behind his eyes.

Kusuo just keeps on walking.

×

To Kuboyasu's displeasure both the blonde and that ordinary-looking guy with magenta hair were in his class.

He tried his best to ignore them, but as he passed by the blonde desk, he smiled at him, tucking some of his hair behind his ear. 

Kuboyasu bites his lips, he can feel his face go red- 

Ignore it, ignore it!! 

He thought he could ignore him but during lunch, while he was trying to get to know the rest of the class, the most beautiful girl he's ever seen in all his miserable life, smiled at him. 

“My name is Teruhashi Kokomi, it's really nice to meet you.” The angel spoke, she smelled like sunshine and rainbow, smiles like the stars. Kuboyasu wanted to get her name tattooed on his chest, to live the perfect life with a white picket-fence and everything- Then she moved to the right. “This is my boyfriend, Mumei Kyousuke… Let's be good friends, ok?” 

“Boyfriend?” Frowns the blonde-

Teruhashi's smile flickers, just for a second, slapping the blonde in the stomach. 

Kyousuke gasps, shutting his eyes, placing a hand on her shoulder to steady himself. “Yup.” He breathes through gritted teeth. “My beautiful girlfriend.” 

“Um, Kokomi-san.” Yumehara calls from the door, this dark purple aura surrounds her. “You wanna come with us to the Conveni?” 

“I would love to.” Teruhashi, being her angelic self, nods politely. “I'll bring you something to eat, save me a seat.” 

“Obviously.” Kyousuke bobs his head, watching her disappear out the door- Sharp eyes land on Aren, narrowing down to tiny slits as this wide, uncomfortable smile spreads across his face. “If you ever tell Komi-san what happened this morning, I'll frame you for murder-

“Kyousuke.” Calls Saiki, turning around in his seat, watching with this dead look in his eyes. “Come here.” 

The blonde gives Kuboyasu one last glare, one that says; "I'll be watching" before skipping over to Kusuo. 

Silently the psychic gives Kyousuke a neatly wrapped bento-box.  

Mumei's eyebrows pinch atop his forehead, cocking his head. “Is it poisoned?” 

“It's from my mom-

“Why didn't you say so!!” He beams, snatching the bento from Kusuo's hands, spinning as flowers and jewels glimmer around him. “Mom is the best- Give her my thanks, Kuu-chan!"

Kusuo deadpans, shutting his eyes-

Two weeks ago, when Kyousuke stayed over (like the freeloader, he was) he overslept. His mom came into his room to wake him up and found Kyousuke wrapped around his body. His mom, being his mom, got super excited; demanding Kyousuke call them Mom and Dad. 

Kusuo hadn't been able to change their mind. 

“So, um, do you two know each other?” Awkwardly asks Kuboyasu, only to be ignored by Saiki. He cringes internally, slumping his shoulders in defeat. 

“Don't take it personally, Kuu-chan has no social skills.” Mocks the blonde. 

Don't fall for it- 

Don't fall for it-  

“You're one to talk.” He spits, but doesn't turn around, so that a win.  

Kyousuke scoffs, scrunching his face- 

That won't do.

He clicks his tongue, reaching for Kusuo's pink glossy hair pulling on it harshly. He gets no response, because of course he doesn't- Saiki is too smart for that, so he has to… “At least I'm not a sadist that gets off people getting pushed around-

"What?" Saiki turns around- He immediately regrets it. He fell for it!! He fell into that stupid blonde's trap. Ugh, he should have eaten lunch with Nendo and Kaido. "Masochist."

"I'm not!!!" Kyousuke gasps loudly, pushing himself up with his elbows. "I'm defenseless-

"Bullshit." Kusuo rolls his eyes slightly, glancing at the purplish mark on Kyousuke's cheek. "You jumped off a second story window on the first day of school, if you can do that, you should be able to handle a handful of petty thugs."  

Kyousuke stays silent for a long breath, turning to speak to Aren. "What do you think, Are-san?"

Kuboyasu blinks, glancing at Kusuo, who still had this annoyed look on his face. "People have different strengths and weaknesses. We are all different and the ones with power should protect the ones without." 

"Amen." Smiles the blonde, reaching out to sooth Kuboyasu's sleeve, like he hadn't threatened him a few minutes ago. "That's why you should walk me home, Kuu-chan!"

Kusuo goes pale. 

His eyes shift, trying to find the unfunny joke, but by the exasperated look on his bruised face, Kyousuke was being one-hundred-percent serious. 

Then-

"Wow this guy, really? He looks like a skinny nobody- Maybe I should offer to walk him home." Kuboyasu thinks.

"Are you rea- Will I have to walk home, all by myself?” Kyousuke asks, softly, like he was actually worried and not just fucking with Kusuo's afternoon.

"May-

"Ya, ok." Kusuo nods his head, turning back to his seat. 

A victorious smile flashes across Kyousuke's pretty face, flicking Saiki's ear. He jumps, turning to glare at the blonde. "Thanks, Kuu-chan~” 

Bastard, the only reason he's walking him home was because he was checkmated by social conventions. 

They will never be friends. 

Soon Teruhashi returns from the store, she leaves with Kyousuke, dragging him onto the roof- To Saiki's never ending surprise, Kaido and Kuboyasu end up becoming friends. Talking about opposite things but somehow finding comfort in each other. 

Saiki would have found it funnier if his afternoon wasn't ruined. 

He's waited by the front gate- 

They waved Teruhashi off before heading towards the train station… Some part of Kusuo hoped the blonde would leave as soon as they got out of view, but it didn't happen.

It's a quiet walk, for Kyousuke anyway, Kusuo kept quiet trying to drown out the voices flooding his mind. 

In some way he's grateful Kyousuke isn't actively trying to make small talk, they soon arrive at the train station, a small open platform, there's a few kids on the other side, gathering around the vending machines. It would be peaceful if it wasn't for Kyousuke's silken voice. “I saw you, y'know- For a psychic, you're not very good at hiding."

Kusuo glances at the taller teen, at the purple mark on his face, his glossy intoxicated eyes. "What are you talking about?" 

"For the past week I've seen you standing around while “The Great Teruhashi Fan Club” beat me up. You kind of just, watched- Does it really turn you on?” He blinks. “I'm not judging, everyone has weird kinks but… It seems a little obvious for someone that can phase through walls and shit."

"I don't get off on watching people get beat up." Saiki rolls his eyes, glancing around to see if anyone was listening into their conversation. "I was just curious." 

"Curiosity killed the cat, Kusuo." Kyousuke hums softly, rocking on the balls of his feet.

"Ya, and satisfaction revived it." Kusuo added, still looking away. 

The blonde once again glances at Kusuo, chuckling softly, almost fondly. "What were you so curious about?" 

"You-

“So I am the subject of your dreams-

"I was just wondering why didn't you fight back?” Spits Kusuo. “Why don't you tell Teruhashi, or Mazuzaki- Hell, Kuboyasu seems eager to help.” 

“Because it would admit the problem.” Kyousuke scoffs. “I would have to admit that it's because of Teruhashi that I'm getting beat up- I love her. I don't want her to feel bad… But what about you, Kuu-chan, why didn't you help me out?” He shifts, leaning down to brush some of Saiki's silken pink hair away from his face. “It'd be so easy with those sneaky powers of yours.”  

“It's not my obligation to help every loser getting punched on the streets.” Kusuo admitted, a deep seeded shame fills in his heart, glancing away. “Plus, I just don't like you, you're shameless.”  

Kyousuke giggles, seemingly unbothered by Kusuo's crude insults. "Just admit you have a big fat crush on me!!”

"Fuck off." Kusuo sighs, annoyed, he's definitely not looking forward to walking the blonde home.

“Let's agree to a “no contact” pact.” The blonde cocks his head, bouncing slightly. "I don't like you, you don't like me- Let's just mind our own fucking business." 

Kusuo stares at him for the longest time, nodding his head. "Ok."

"Perfect!" Mumei laughs, he dusts off his school pants walking towards the arriving train, bowing his head. 

Confused, Kusuo steps forward only to have the train doors close on him, he watches as the blonde leave; guts twisting with this odd feeling- 

He snaps his head to this tall building, watching as the sky glimmers on the glass. 

Was… Was someone watching him? 

He shakes his head, turning around, and teleporting back home. 

He's never had anyone willingly leave him alone… 

This was so weird. 

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Oh, it's only for girls… 

Saiki fixes the bag on his shoulders, walking away. 

This would be the end of the line for an ordinary guy, they would probably walk away and imagine all the wonderful sweet pastries, this however wasn't a problem for someone with Kusuo's talents. 

So in just under two hours, Saiki Kusuo could transform into beautiful Saiki Kuriko, a small pink-haired girl with rim-less glasses. 

Still, there were things out of his control, like the amount of time he had been waiting in line. 

The sweets better be worth all the wait. 

“Oh, sorry.” Someone bumps into him, Kusuo jolts forward, using his power to steady himself- 

Only they aren't working. 

Strong arms take hold of his bicep, lifting him up with a surprising ease, soothing the wrinkles on his uniform. “Sorry, this line is kind of tight.” This tall girl, wearing the same lavender cardigan Kyousuke wears, bows her head; she has lavender eyes and long plum-color hair. 

“It's no problem.” Saiki nods his head, awkwardly pulling away from the girl's strong grip. 

“Next pair, please.” The host waves the girls over. 

“Um, we aren't together.” The violet-haired girl points out, making a X with her hands. 

The worker blinks, looking at their matching uniform, she opens her mouth before snapping it shut. “I'm sorry, but I only have a table for two.” She speaks in this dull voice. 

Saiki frowns, glancing around as this odd feeling overtakes him. 

“If it can't be helped…” The tall girl reluctantly bobs her head, giving Kusuo a pointed look, holding the door for him. Saiki recoils, swallowing his pride as he follows the host into the sweet-smelling coffee shop. They both admire the pretty cakes and pastries as they take there seat- 

It's awkward until the purple-haired girl jumps from her seat, heading towards the buffet of sweets. A minute later she comes back with a plate full of Strawberry Shortcake, explaining through mouthfuls that she recently got paid, and was going to splurge it all on food. 

Then she pushes a tiny plate with Coffee Jelly in front of Kusuo. 

She beams at the delightful taste of her food, turning to look at Kusuo- She blinks her long lavender eyelashes, watching him familiar eyes, returning to her food. 

Saiki frowns at his Coffee Jelly, picking some up with his spoon, bringing it to his mouth, melting at the taste. 

The girl snorts, quickly looking away. 

Was she- They are really pretty, not Teruhashi Kokomi levels of pretty but, um, more in a familiar kind of pretty. 

Could it really be Kyousuke?  

Ever since they talked in the subway, about two weeks ago, the blonde has kept his promise- It's a first for Kusuo, they only see each other in passing. Kyousuke always gives him a tiny nod, an acknowledgment of the secrets they share but nothing more. 

This girl sitting next to him has to be Kyousuke-

Being around that blonde made him forget it isn't normal for him to see people, like with skin, but this girl… Just like Kyousuke, he can see her. He's also wearing his ring, so… 

There was only one way to find out, he had to touch the girl and if his powers disappeared, then it's definitely Kyousuke. 

“The Strawberry Shortcake was so good- Maybe I'll try the Chocolate covered strawberries!” The girl glances at the table full of desserts, tapping her fingers on the table.

Kusuo takes this opportunity, she's distracted looking at the rest of the desserts. He slowly reaches across the table, trying his best to be discreet about it; slowly inching his hand towards hers-

Suddenly his hand is enveloped, Kyousuke- Because ya, it's definitely that damn blonde, holds his hand, wearing his best eat-shit smirk. “If you wanted to hold my hand, Kuu-chan, that's all you had to say.”

“I wasn't.” The psychic deadpans, roughly squeezing the blonde's hand. “So what? You knew it was me last time too?”

“Ouch, ow- Let go, that hurts.” He whines, pouting his lips, nursing his hand when the Pinkette finally let's go. “I swear you're a total sadist- Anyway, I had a hunch but I didn't want “Cryptic” to think I was crazy.” Kyousuke waves his hand around, dismissing everything. “I didn't want to embarrass you, ‘cause you were cross-dressing, y'know- That's why I didn't say anything- but you're like- Like smaller, right?”

“I'm not cross-dressing.” Kusuo rolls his eyes, taking another bite of his coffee jelly.

“Right.” The boy smiles, leaning down, rolling some of the plum-colored hair in between his fingers. “Our “No touch” agreement is still in place, right? We should eat and hurry home.” 

Saiki nods, they eat in silence, each enjoying the food with a happy hum. Time flies and the next thing they know it, it's getting dark outside. Kyousuke pays for both of them, openly flirting with the girl up front. 

He surprisingly, even after reminding them of their rule, waits for Kusuo to come out of the bathroom. They walk outside, into the cool afternoon air, where they are both treated to the most unsightly thing- 

Takahashi and his friends making a big fuss about not being let in. They awkwardly walk in the same direction for a second before the small group of guys turns to Saiki, calling him ‘that girl from last time’ before trying to talk to him. 

“Please let me get your phone number!” Takahashi pouts, shoving his phone into Saiki's face. 

The psychic frowns, wishing he stayed home. “Please leave me alone-

“Come on bab-

“Hello? Do you not understand? She rejected you, buddy.” Kyousuke snarls, grabbing Takahashi by the arm, yanking him away from Saiki. “Was it not obvious enough for you? Do you know what “no” means- Would you like me to elaborate?” 

“What, no- I was-

“Just being a piece of shit.” Frowns the girl, bearing his teeth, like he was going to bite the green-haired guy. 

Kusuo watches, this warm feeling spreads inside his chest- Was this what Kokomi felt when Kyousuke made her stalkers disappear? 

“You crazy bitch-

“You suck, and next time I catch you harassing any girl, I'll bite your useless dick off.” Kyousuke promises, taking Kusuo's hand. “It's not like you're using it- It's obvious you've never touched a woman before!!” 

“I've never kissed a guy!!” Takahashi screams, looking at his friends, frowning. “What I said I haven't.”  

×

It takes a long, long time for Kusuo to pull his hand back, it's the combination of hearing Kyousuke rambled about ‘guys that don't understand when your uncomfortable’ and the distressing realization that his heart fluttered- 

Fucking fluttered! 

He pulls his arm away, shivering-

Nope, nope! That didn't happen, he was caught up in the moment and that definitely didn't happen!! 

“And he just offered me more money, and I couldn't say no- I mean it was a lot of money!!” Complains Kyousuke, walking in front of him, be hasn't even realized Kusuo let go, or that they arrived at his house five minutes ago, no, he's still rambling-

He suddenly stops, taking a few deep breaths, rubbing his chest, like he's out of breath. Slowly his eyes catch Kusuo's, shutting his mouth with a audible snap.

“Safe and sound, princess.” He gasps around his joke, covering up the uncomfortable air. 

“You didn't have to do that.” Kusuo frowned, turning to walk into his house.

“Hey, wait!!” The blonde runs up to him, placing a hand over his chest as he speaks. “Question, is that your real eye color-

“Fuck off-

“Ok, ok- New question, how do you get your tits to be so perfect?” He mocks. 

This wouldn't have happened if Saiki Kusuo could read Mumei Kyousuke's mind. 

This wouldn't have happened if Saiki was in control of the situation… But he wasn't, so Kyousuke leans down, cupping the boy's very real breast, giving it a firm squeeze.

The whole world goes silent.

A thick air hangs around them, Kyousuke's eyes widen to the size of marbles- Horrified, terrified, frozen to his spot. “I- I- Um, I didn't mean to do that-

“Take your hand off.” Kusuo seethes, roughly grabbing the blonde's wrist, twisting painfully.

Kyousuke pulls back, quickly getting on his hands and knees, bowing his head. “I'm so sorry- I didn't think they were going to be real! Not that it makes it any better, I shouldn't have touched you at all. That was so creepy of me- Here.” He jerks to his feet, tucking some of his fake hair behind his ear, tapping his cheek. “Come on, slap me! Hit me as hard as you want, I'm a man, I can take it.”  

This dark glint takes over the pinkett's pretty eyes, he rolls his neck, cracking the tiniest smile. “As hard as I can? Make sure you don't regret it.”

Kyousuke shivers, taking a shallow breath, puffing out his chest. “I'm not a pussy, Kusuo, fucking hit me.”

Kusuo chuckles, lifting his hand, bringing it down to the boy's cheek with a sharp slap.

Kyousuke yelps, jerks back, cupping his cheek- His eyes are watery, cheeks burning a bright red but he clicks his tongue; huffing out in determination. “For a psychic you hit like a bitch- Did you even try?” Scoffs the blonde, offended.

Kusuo's eyes twitch, his lips curl upwards, roughly slapping the blonde across the face.

Kyousuke falls on his ass, hissing sharply, holding his cheeks as tears fall down his face. “It doesn't even hurt.” He chuckles through his snot-filled sobs. “It doesn't matter if you're a girl, Kuu-chan, you still hit like a bitch.”

“I'm not a girl.” Saiki rolls his eyes and with a puff of smoke, he's back into his original form. “I'm a psychic, remember?” Fixing the green glasses on his handsome face, Kusuo crosses his arms over his chest. “I can turn into any living creature on planet earth, it's not that difficult.” 

“Ya, I don't think anyone can relate to that.” The blonde frowns, rubbing his cheek. 

“Hey, hey- Leave my son alone!” Kuniharu yells, running up to the two. “He already has someone- So leave! Run away, I'll bite you.”

Kusuo deadpans, rolling his eyes, asking in an exasperated voice. “You really don't know who this is?” 

Dad blinks, approaching the tall girl, he squints his eyes, cocks his head, rolling the deep-purple hair in between his fingers. “Is it- No way!! Ya I have no idea.” 

“I didn't know my girly Cosplay was so good- Maybe I should- Um.” Kyousuke smiles awkwardly, blinking his long eyelashes. “I'm flattered you didn't know who I was, I put a lot of effort into this.” 

“No way- Kyousuke-kun?” Kuniharu gasps, grabbing onto the girl's shoulders. “It's kind of hard to believe that you're actually this pretty.” Aah, my grandkids are going to be cute!

Kusuo sighs, walking away. 

“Please, stay for dinner-

“Oh, I can't- I, um- I have other things to do.” Shifting his eyes, Kyousuke looks away. “Like- Oh, I have to catch the last train-

“You can stay over- We can have a sleep over-

“Why are you trying to have a “sleep over” with this girl!!” Mom sobs from the door, wiping away her tears she storms up to her husband, choking him out. “Are you cheating on me, you rotten bastard!!!" 

“No- No!!” Kuniharu chokes. “Kusuo- Ku- Please explain!” 

“Wow- Hey, please don't kill him!” Kyousuke chuckles awkwardly, quickly removing his wig. “It's just me- Me, Kyousuke!” 

“Oh- Oh honey I'm so sorry!” She swiftly let's go, bowing her head. “I let jealousy consume me- Please forgive me, I don't know what I would do if you cheated on me- I think I would kill you-

“Everyone else compared to you is hideous.” Dad smiles fondly, lifting her up, spinning her into the house! 

Kyousuke stares at the two, licking his lips.

The look in his eyes says it all, Kusuo doesn't need to hear his thoughts to know he's thinking dirty thoughts… About his parents.  

“We're not done here.” Smirks the pink-haired teen, a dark cloud thunders above his head, the world seems to darken, angry like the psychic. “You still owe me something.” 

“Um…” Kyousuke swallows thickly, taking a big step back, but Kusuo grabs onto his cardigan, digging his nails into his bicep. 

“Where are you going-

“Home!” Yelps the blonde, pulling his arm back. 

“What, your not staying for dinner?” Mom gasps, standing by the door, eyes filling with tears. 

“I'm sorry, I really can't.” Bobbing his head, the blonde runs down the pathway, waving goodbye from the street, before disappearing into the darkness of the night. 

“Hum, I wonder why he was in such a rush to leave.” Kurumi glances at her son, this sickeningly sweet smile spreads across her face as she places a hand on his shoulder. “Are you being nice, Kuu-chan?” She hums. “Kyousuke-kun seems to be going through a rough time with his family. I'm worried he's not getting enough to eat- Invite him over for dinner sometimes, ok Kuu-chan.” 

Kusuo bobs his head, teleporting up to his room. 

His hand stings… 

So when he touches the blonde, he's normal.  

Normal, ha? 

Chapter Text

That's the problem… 

Saiki looks down at the ball, tossing it across the courtyard, it lands with an explosion- A few students gather around, muttering what happened in shocked gasps. 

Blending in is impossible for a psychic. 

“Gather around, today we'll be playing dodgeball.” Matsuzaki-sensei yells, eyeing the group of guys, huddling around him. “Make sure to give it your best.” 

Kyousuke squints his eyes at the rays of bright light glowing behind Hairo, the guy was too bright and bubbly for his own good. It's kind of weird that both him and Komi-san have this glowing sun behind them at all times, although Hairo’s is dimmer, only blatantly noticeable when he's excited. 

“Kyousuke-kun!” The redhead beams, wrapping a hand around the blonde's shoulder, pulling him towards the front of the court. “Stand next to me and Saiki-kun-

“Actually, I um, I sprained my wrist- I should go tell Matsuzaki-sensei.” Kyousuke pulls away, slipping past his obnoxious PE class, running up to the teacher. He puts on his best performance, limply showing off his wrist.

The teacher eyes the blonde questioningly, peering into his soul before sighing. “Fine, get going.” 

“Thanks so much, Matsuzaki-san!!” Kyousuke bows his head, running away, trying to get out of PE as soon as possible. He can feel someone watching him, Kyousuke shivers, glancing towards the ominous feeling, only to find Saiki Kusuo glaring at him from across the yard. 

An image of soft, round mochi passes through his mind, Kyousuke blushes, turning away in embarrassment. 

He can't believe it, Kusuo has small tits.  

I mean, if he was a psychic he would turn himself into a busty blonde, man would crawl at his feet, he would be so rich! Haha! No, that's not right… 

If he was a psychic, he wouldn't be dying of heart failure. 

The nurses office seems colder than it did the first time, the sky is dull, maybe it'll rain later on… What was he doing? 

He shouldn't be here, wasting his time doing dumb school work and getting in trouble for back-talking- No, he should be out running around Kabuki-cho, looking for new drugs to try. 

He's being selfish by staying here. 

He'll die soon, a year, a week, three months from now-

Kyousuke slumps onto the floor, grabbing his chest, it hurts, his fingertips feel cold- Is he having a panic attack or heart attack!?

“Hey, Kyo? Are you ok?” Someone squats in front of him, pushing his hair away from his face. “Do you feel alright? Should I get a teacher?” 

“No.” Kyousuke manages to gasp, clawing onto her uniform. “I'm- I'm having a bad trip.”

Teruhashi stops, sighing softly, helping him up the floor and onto the small bed, stroking his hair as he curls into himself. “Why are you always doing that?” 

Kyousuke shuts his eyes, a kaleidoscope of colors dance behind his eyelids-

In a hospital room, in a scratchy bed, sat a tiny version of the blonde, except his hair was a mess of inky-black knots atop his head. He watches with bitter black eyes as a doctor in a lab-coat talks to his mom, a pretty woman with blonde hair. “He won't make it much longer without a heart transplant.” 

“I don't want a heart transplant- I wanna be normal- I wanna do drugs and have sex with girls like in the movies!” He screams, pulling away from his father, his tiny figure shakes with rage, tears streaming down his face. 

The blonde woman frowns, digging her nails into his shoulder, shaking him as she spits. “Stop it, don't cry, that isn't good for your heart.” 

Kyousuke snaps his eyes open, biting his lips, turning to look at Teruhashi. She's as pretty as the sun, it kind of hurts. “I don't have a lot of time, I could die any second- I want, I want to live my best life.” He turns over, laying his head on her lap. “When I die, I don't want to have any regrets.” 

“You're still young.” She hums, fixing his hair, smiling softly. “You have your whole life ahead of you, so don't rush.”

Kyousuke laughs, his eyes squint, he lifts his hands tucking some of her hair behind her ear. “I truthfully hope we can stay friends for the rest of our life.” 

×

Kyousuke fixes his backpack on his shoulders, watching as his classmates walk home, talking in inside-jokes. Teruhashi and the rest of the girls left for a ‘girls day’, she had held his hand, watching him with her big eyes, wondering what was wrong without saying anything. 

He said he would be fine, he joked and played but… 

His heart ached.  

His fingers felt numb and his body was cold, so he stood there, watching as the crowd dissipated, silently hoping this wasn't his last day. He would have to head home soon, back to his tiny Internet Cafe room, to his life before this school.

“Hey buddy!” A vibrant voice yells from behind him, a hand is suddenly wrapped around his shoulder, he's shaken as that thunderous voice yells in his ear. “You wanna go get Ramen with us!? My uncle knows this guy, who's cousin's friend, knows this spot downtown, you wanna come?” 

“Ya- No.” The blonde pulls away, placing a hand over his chest. “Sorry dude, I have to, um, feed my grandma.” He smiles sharply, glancing at the rest of the guys standing behind Nendo. “She'll bite me if I'm not on time, so I should… Y'know.” 

“Ok!!” Beams Nendo. 

“Your brutish face scared him!” Frowns Kaido, punching Nendo. The guy barely reacts, shaking his head as this look flashes across his face. “You're wrong, Kaido, I think there's something else, out buddy isn't ready to tell us.” 

Saiki frowns- Snapping his head towards the school. 

Was someone watching him? 

What was this odd feeling?  

“Come on buddy, let's go get Ramen!” Nendo hooks a hand around his neck, pulling him forward. The feeling disappears, he sighs, maybe he's stressed. His mind has been so muddy these past few days. 

He really needs a break. 

×

The train-ride to Kabuki-cho is always long, it's boring and silent even in the crowded train. He stands the whole way there, playing music on his broken earphones; pressed up against this random girl. 

He makes the same stop, gets off at the same station, passes the same grocery-stores- The same girls standing outside of hotels. 

They knew him by name, politely smiled at him as he makes his way home- 

But this time, instead of walking past the empty receptionist station, the older lady that runs the place is waiting for him. It makes his blood run cold. Did he forget to pay rent, or return a CD late? No, that can't have been it, because she looks sad, not visibly angry.

She bows her head, speaking in a soft, disheartening voice. “I'm sorry but from this day forward I can't allow you to stay here.” Her wrinkled eyes shut, bowing her head lower as she speaks. “Please collect your things and leave immediately.”  

“I… I don't understand, why?” The blonde blinks, rolling his hair in between his fingers. “I paid on time, didn't I?” 

“This has nothing to do with money.” She looks scared, her hands are shaking as she shoves an envelope into his hands. “In fact, I have returned the rest of your deposit- 

“But-

“I'm sorry, just please leave.” She gasps for breath. 

“Ok, I understand.” He smiles softly, taking the money, placing a hand on her shoulder, steadying her. “Five minutes and I'll be out.” 

“Thank you.” She sobs, digging her nails into his arm. 

It takes Kyousuke ten minutes to pack up all his things, his clothes and toiletries shoved into a backpack, the room he's lived in for the last year, is as empty as the day he arrived. Like he never existed. He walks down the cramped halls, waves the older lady goodbye, before walking into the cold air. 

The world is dim outside, the sun is setting, It'll be dark in an hour or two-

Right, better start. 

This wasn't the only Internet Cafe and if he really had to he would stay at a Love Hotel. 

It couldn't be that bad-

He was blacklisted from every Internet Cafe and cheap Love Hotel he could find. It was the same everywhere he went, they would look at him, give him this pitting look before rejecting him… 

So, what happened now? 

Like a silent prayer he walks to Kabuki-cho, quickly finding the group he hangs out with. He sits down with a sigh, takes the cigarette that's kindly offered before breaking down completely; sobbing into Tenko's arms. 

The sky grows darker, the night goes on, Kyousuke takes the pills that are offered, swallowing them without water. As the night goes on, the group is picked off, an older salary-men, a wife looking for relief.  

Kyousuke waves Himiko goodbye, stumbling around the streets until he finds himself at the train station. Colors swim on the outside of his vision, shutting his eyes he feels someone sit next to him. 

“Are you having fun, little bitch?” The gruffy man from a few weeks ago smiles, rolling Kyousuke's dry hair in between his fingertips. “I told you you weren't allowed near Teruhashi Kokomi without permission- This is just the start-

Kyousuke punches him across the face, his bags fall onto the floor, the man squirms on the floor as the blonde stares down at him. “I don't care what you do to me, I won't leave her- I hate being told what to do.” He spits, kicking the man in the stomach, over and over- 

“Hey, that's enough.” This older man, wearing a suit pulls the blonde off, standing in between them. “I think he's had enough.”

“I think you should mind your own fucking business-

“Come on, I'll buy you something to drink.” The random guy soothes his hand over Kyousuke's chest, giving him a playful smile. 

Kyousuke frowns, catching the implications through his drugged mind. Right, he needs a place to stay. Slowly the blonde takes a deep breath, cringing when pain bursts up his wrist. His knuckles are busted, and his cuts probably reopen, ugh great. 

“So, tell me, did you just get kicked out of your house or something?” The older man asks, watching as Kyousuke licks the blood from his knuckles. “Do you have a place to stay?” 

For a brief second Saiki's nice, suburban house flashes behind Kyousuke's eyes- 

He shakes his head, glancing at the older man. “Why? Are you offering?” He leans down, placing his hand over the older man's. “What do you want in return?” 

“I can't trust that you're any good- Oh, I know, how about a blowjob to prove you're good enough to buy.” The man smiles, placing the strawberry-milk into Kyousuke's hands, like a promise of what's to come. 

Was this the man that turns out to be a serial killer? 

Better him than someone with a future.

“Ok, let's do it in the bathroom.” Chuckles the teen, showing off his teeth. 

×

Kusuo wants to teleport home, he wants this day to be over, but he can't, Kuboyasu has the same stop as him, he knew he should have gone home- 

This was the worst. 

He missed his show, he's missing dinner and that feeling of being watched still hasn't gone away. The worst part, he can't investigate ‘cause he's had security all day. 

So here he is, standing in this empty train station, waiting for the train to arrive when this agitating voice bounces off the walls. He ignores it, hoping that Kuboyasu, who's standing awkwardly next to him, didn't hear it, but then it happens again-

He can't ignore it. 

“Was that, Kyousuke-kun?” Questions the purplette. 

“When rabies enters the central nervous system, it usually travels along the nerves (the veins) up to the spinal cord.” His silken voice travels around the half-empty station, caressing the walls. “Usually the blood-brain barrier stops the flow of bacteria and other viruses but rabies can bypass it by inducing changes- Something like, cytokines or facili- Anyway once it's in your brain you're practically dead! Only 23 people, as of today, have survived having rabies- 

“Really?” This older man hums, looking down at his leg. “So you think I should get it checked out?” 

“For sure, dude.” The blonde pats his back, smiling softly when the man nervously rubs his thigh. “The sooner the better- Rabies can stay dormant in your bloodstream for years. There was this one guy that got bitten in his teens and didn't die until he was like fifty-

“Wow, really!?” The salary-men's eyes widened, picking at his thigh. “I didn't realize it could be this dangerous-

“It's super dangerous- But like, preventable.” Kusuo blinks, Kyousuke is sitting next to the old man, so close they were practically on top of each other. The blonde's legs are crossed, leaning into the older man. “It's a super painful death too!” He beams. “The  virus attacks the brain, leading to neurological dysfunction- Basically it eats your brain until there's nothing left of yourself, then you die of heart failure.”

“Kyousuke-kun?” Asks Kuboyasu, waving the blonde over, curiously glancing at the heavy backpack laying on the floor next to him. 

Kyousuke beams, patting the man's shoulders before walking towards them, eyeing Kusuo, turning his attention to Aren. “Sup, dude.” He laughs, tapping his fingers against Kuboyasu's shoulder, as a tiny gesture of friendship. “What are you guys doing out here so late?” 

“We got lost and ended up at a different place- We didn't get to eat Ramen.” Sighs Kuboyasu. “Is that you're dad?” 

“No- I got kicked out of my, um, “apartment” and I can't find somewhere to stay on such a short notice, so that guy is letting me stay at his house.” Smiles the blonde, turning to give the random man a little wave. 

“Do you know him?” Aran blinks. 

“No, I just met him today.” Beams the blonde. 

Kuboyasu opens his mouth, shutting it with an audible click. He glances at Kusuo, the psychic wears a ugly frown, equally as annoyed as the day he tried to talk to him, suspiciously eyeing the older man. 

It's obvious with the glassy look in the blonde's eyes that he's high, mixed with the man's nasty thoughts. 

“Are you sure you can stay with him?” Aren asks, jolting back when Kyousuke giggles, wrapping his arms around the ex-punk. “Wow, careful.”

“Are you worried about me!?” Mumei rolls the punk's hair in between his fingers, laying his head on Aren's chest. “You must really love me~” 

“Are you high?” Kuboyasu tries to push the blonde off him, the smell of cigarette brings a memory of when they first met- When the blonde offered to suck his dick. “Please get off.” Shyly asks the thug, face flushing red. 

Saiki sighs, grabbing Kyousuke by his collar, pulling him off Kuboyasu with a roll of his eyes. “Stop bothering Kuboyasu-kun.”

“Kyo!” The older man yells, holding his backpack. “That's our train.” 

“Ya, coming-

“Stay with me.” Kusuo finds himself saying. “For Mom” He quickly adds, shivering at the idea of his corpse laying on the floor, after she finds out he let Kyousuke leave with some random guy. 

“Really!?” He asks, eyes clear, like watching Kusuo for the first time. “Y'know, for someone that claims to hate me, you sure want me around, a lot.” Kyousuke's eyes narrow, he bows his head, rushing to the older man, explaining he would be staying at his friend's house. 

“Oh.” The older man nods his head, he looks up at the blonde, pulling out some money. “Thanks for the blowjob and for the, um, advise.” 

“It's no problem, dude.” Kyousuke picks up his backpack, smiling softly. “You have a small dick, anyway.”

Kuboyasu cringes. 

They don't speak about it when Kyousuke comes back, they wait for the next train, Kuboyasu waves them goodbye, leaving the two alone on the platform. 

“Ok, let's go.” The psychic mutters, he taps Kyousuke shoulder- Nothing happens. With a deep sigh,the pink-haired teen slumps his shoulders. He really needs to stop thinking his powers would magically work on Kyousuke. 

“What was that about?” Frowns the blonde. 

“Nothing, let's get you something to drink.” Kusuo walks over to the vending machines, pulling out his wallet, contemplating the options. “I can't take you home, drunk, so sober up quickly.”

“I'm high.” Corrects the blonde, squatting down on the floor as Kusuo fumbles with the machines. “I'm not drunk, I'm high.”

“Ya, that's much better.” Kusuo rolls his eyes, pressing the button slower this time, humming in approval when the machine finally gives him what he wants. “What about your mom, you're dad. Won't they be worried.”

“I think I'm sobering up, ‘cause nothing you're saying is funny anymore.” Chuckles the blonde, standing up, taking the hot soup from Kusuo, smiling softly at him. “But since you're so nosey and must know everything- I ran away from home about three years ago. We had different opinions on how my life should be lived. I wanted to eat junk food and sleep with whoever I wanted.” He glances at Kusuo, eyes glimmering under the fluorescent light of the vending machine. The sweet scent of Sakura blossoms wafts through the air, gently brushing his hair away from his face. “I wanted to do drugs and make my own mistakes… My mom didn't think it was a good idea, so I ran away.”

“So, you ran away because you wanted to do drugs, and your mom said no?" Scoffs Saiki, giving him a dirty look.

“If you put it that way, it makes me look like an asshole.” Pouts the young teen, peering at Kusuo through his long black eyelashes- He clicks his tongue, waving him off. “Whatever- Look, I want you to know I really appreciate what you're doing for me right now, even if it's just for mom. If I'm being real, I totally didn't want to have sex with that guy.”  

Saiki stops, the honesty catches him off guard, he looks at Kyousuke, actually looks at him. His hair is messy, eyes red and puffy- 

He kind of looks pretty. 

Soon the train arrives, they get on, walk in silence- Except for this one comment Kyousuke makes about a dot in the night sky, saying it was a planet and he wished to visit someday. 

Kurumi happily welcomes Kyousuke in, hugging him tightly. Kusuo watches as the blonde bows his head, seemingly bashful, saying he'll look for somewhere to stay tomorrow. 

Dinner passes in a blur, Kyousuke's two backpacks sit in the corner of his room. His mom didn't bother with the extra futon, so when Kusuo comes out of the shower, Kyousuke is sleeping in his bed. 

Kusuo sighs deeply, placing his pillows in between him and the blonde. Stiffly laying on his bed. He shuts his eyes, ignoring the spastic thoughts of random people as he tries to fall asleep. 

He never got to investigate that weird feeling… 

Chapter Text

Kyousuke gasps for breath, his lungs burn, face flushed red as he runs down the hall. 

So much for The Great Teruhashi Fan Club, those useless leaches, giving into money like the scumbag they are. It hurts, his legs burn, thinking about it he's never ran this much. His chest feels like it's going to explode. 

There's a group of people outside the bathroom, he roughly pushes past them, tossing the bathroom door open with a loud thump. 

“Stop, I object.” He takes a handful of deep breaths, falling on his knees, clutching at his chest. 

“Oh, my god!” Teruhashi is quickly by his side, patting his back as the blonde wheezes. “Are you ok?” 

“What is this?” Spits Saiko, glaring down at the two friends sitting on the floor. “Is this the boyfriend I keep hearing about?” 

“One second.” Sighs the blonde, out of breath. 

A minute passes, nobody moves-

Suddenly Kyousuke tosses Teruhashi over his shoulder, running out the door. He takes the stairs two at a time, bumping into Kusuo at the top of the stairs. 

“Kuu-chan!” Beams the blonde, setting Teruhashi down, he smiles at her, patting her head. “You don't have to marry a man, if you don't want to, ok- This isn't the 1900's, nobody is going to make you.” He kisses the top of her head, glancing at Kusuo. “Take her.”

Saiki frowns, bobbing his head, silently dragging her away. 

“There you are!!” Huffs Saiko, glancing around the empty space. “Where's Teruhashi Kokomi-

“Komi-san is my girlfriend, dude.” The blonde mocks, crossing his arms over his chest, leaning against the railing. “Sorry, I was here first.” 

“An impoverished, nobody?” Laughs the rich-kid, poking at the blonde's chest with his finger. “Do you really think she would choose a nameless, penniless, immoral, prostitute- Like yourself, over me?” 

Kyousuke opens his mouth, digging his fingernails into his palm- It feels like someone stabbed him in the heart. His face burns with shame, slapping Saiko's hand away. “At least I'm not a sad rich-boy begging for attention- What did daddy say about you harassing an innocent girl into marriage? Is he proud?”

“Shut up!” Saiko snarls, puffing his chest. “I could buy-

“I'm sorry your daddy didn't love you enough to teach you how to be a proper man.” Giggles the blonde, leaning forward- His smile is vicious, sharp, hateful. “Is that why you're out here begging for attention- For anybody at all to care for you??”  

Saiko's vision goes white- His hands are trembling as he shoves the blonde, hard-  

Life hates him, it's the only reason. 

Kyousuke loses his balance, his ankle twists, causing him to roll down the stairs. 

Metori opens his mouth, he tries to catch the blonde, but it's too late. In a second the lengthy teenager is at the bottom of the stairs, blood pooling around his head. 

“Take him to the hospital.” Breathes Saiko, talking to his bodyguards. 

His dad would fix this…

Right?  

×

Kyousuke's body feels heavy when he wakes, the bed was so soft, the linens felt good underneath his fingertips. He slowly opens his eyes, the ceiling is white, everything is white- 

There's a throbbing behind his eyelids…

Where is he? 

What was he? 

What the hell is happening? 

“You shouldn't move too fast.” Someone, a doctor in a white lab-coat speaks. “I'll go get Saiko-sama.” 

Kyousuke shuts his eyes, he feels dizzy, then he opens them and this guy with a mob of gray hair on his head and condescending green eyes is standing in front of him. 

“You're alive.” He speaks, sounding relieved. 

“I'm sorry, but who am I? I don't- I don't remember anything.” The blonde brings his knees to his chest, looking at the rich-boy through his eyelashes. “Do we know each other?”

The doctor whispers something in the teen's ear- 

Kyousuke shifts uncomfortably, hating the malicious smile that spreads across his face. He curls his legs closer when the rich-boy sits on the bed, placing a hand on his knee. “You were in an accident, you lost your memory, but don't worry, I'll take good care of you- I'm not lonely and you're going to experience it first-hand, ok?” 

“What?” Blinks the blonde. 

“Are you hungry?” Smiles the white-haired teen, extending his hand. “Let's have dinner.” 

×

It's wagyu beef, slightly cooked wagyu beef on a bed of white fluffy rice- Served with soy-sauce. On the side is a plate of jumbo shrimp, with butter and lobster tails. 

Kyousuke swallows, he glances at the guy that claimed to be his “boyfriend”, then back at the food spread out on the table. 

“Thanks so much- Let's dig in!” He smiles, reaching across the table, picking up the wagyu with his chopsticks, shoving the meat in his mouth. “This is so- So good!!” Beams the blonde, quickly finishing the food on his plate. “You should try this!” 

Saiko cringes away, shaking his head but the blonde doesn't give up, he places a hand on his thigh, bringing the chopsticks to his mouth. “I said I didn't want any-

“Not even for me~” He breathes, pressing against his chest. “Come on, Metori-chi~ Open your mouth.” 

Metori blushes, he feels glued to his spot, reluctantly opening his mouth. 

Kyousuke chuckles, grabbing the back of his head, roughly shoving the shrimp into his mouth; pushing it into his mouth with his fingers. “Eat it.” He eyes the rich teen, rubbing the butter off his lips. “It's good, isn't it?” 

“Ya.” Saiko slumps his shoulders, wiping the excess butter with his napkin. His heart feels like it's going to burst out of his chest. Nervously he eyes the blonde that's happily eating- His body feels hot, his face and his fingertips tingle. 

Dinner passes quickly, Kyousuke asks for seconds, for fresh fruits, for dessert. 

They soon retire for bed, Kyousuke quickly trailing behind him, watching as the tall halls stretch on for ever, blending marble into marble. His bedroom isn't better off, there's a giant bed on one side and a throne made of money on the other. 

Kyousuke runs his fingers over the money, sitting down on the throne. “Is this where you make important decisions?" He smirks, picking up a wad of cash, pressing them up to his mouth. “That's kind of sad.” 

“Shut up!” Saiko snaps, glaring at the blonde- Jerking back when Mumei is suddenly in front of him. “I'm not sad.” He says in a stiff voice. 

“Did that hurt your feelings?” Giggles the blonde, shoving him on the bed, settling on top of him. “Let me make you feel better~” 

×

Kyousuke sat on the large couch, a plate of white strawberries sat in front of him as he flipped through the channels, a group of maids stood behind him, watching a new show-

It's kind of odd, the main character looks familiar. 

It's that cold smile, hiding behind a pretty face. It was so familiar, it gave him goosebumps. No matter how hard he tries, Kyousuke can't remember her face. 

“Kyousuke.” Calls out his boyfriend- 

It doesn't seem right, over the weekend he'd noticed things. Inconsistencies in the life Saiko told him he lived. Something isn't adding up, if he was so happy, why does he have self-harm scars on his wrists? There's so much room in the mansion but he feels so trapped and when he looks in the mirror something about perfect, glowing skin frightens him. 

Nothing seems right… 

Something is horribly wrong. 

Kyousuke picks up the plate of strawberries, handing them to the head maid, smiling softly as he walks over to his boyfriend. “You called.” 

“The limousine is here, we'll be late if you don't hurry.” Smiles the white-haired teen, placing a hand on Kyousuke's lower back, ushering him out the door, down the stairs and into the car. “My father wishes to see you after school.” 

“Daddy, ha?” Hums the blonde, rolling his hair in between his fingers. “I'll get him a gift-

“We’ll go shopping after school, I can't have you looking like that in front of my father.” Mutters the rich-boy, crossing his legs, looking out the window. “...Stick to me at school, that place is filthy.”  

“Yes, sir.” Mocks the blonde. 

They soon get to school, the bodyguard takes his bag, bowing his head as he opens the door. 

Kyousuke's too wrapped up in the familiarity of it all to notice the glowing girl walking up to him, relief written all over her face. “Where have you been, why didn't you answer my calls?” She asks him, tucking her hair behind her ear. 

“Wow, so pretty.” Blinks the blonde, looking at Teruhashi like he's seeing her for the first time, eyes full of wonder. 

Kokomi gasps, she opens her mouth, her ears burn red as she realizes his words. “Saying things like that won't get you off the hook-

“Kyousuke-sama, this way.” A tall man, wearing a black suit pushes her out of the way, standing in front of the blonde. 

“What?” She glances at Kyousuke, wondering what's happening only to find his blank eyes, wide and confused, looking at her from behind the bodyguard. Saiko pulls her best-friend away, shooting her this smug look. 

Then they're gone. 

Teruhashi gasps, clutching at her chest, she looks around the hall, at all the kids watching. Kyousuke was her best friend- Kyousuke was her only friend. Tears gather in her eyes, then she sees him- 

Saiki stops, he allows her to approach, allows her to call him, he doesn't want to but her thoughts are so depressing and that's worse than her smugness- 

There's more to his generosity, he's curious, Kyousuke's personality doesn't mix with Saiko Metori- It was like watching a black hole swallow a neutron star. The fallout would be spectacular, Saiki wanted to see it. 

“Something is wrong with Kyousuke.” Teruhashi breathes, she's sitting in the middle of an empty classroom. Saiki is standing off to the side, watching the clouds float by. “He would never ignore me like that- And that look in his eyes… Kyousuke can be harsh and brash but he's a genuinely kind person- He always lets me stay at his place when my… You have to help me Saiki-kun, please.” She runs a hand through her hair, wiping away the tears. 

“I'll try to talk to him.” Saiki sighs, shutting the door behind him. 

Ugh, it really is an inconvenience that his powers don't work on Kyousuke, maybe he could have reversed time or something. He didn't like any of this, seeing Teruhashi upset was a unsettling crime and although didn't necessarily like the blonde his affections for her seem genuine- 

Plus, if they “break up” Teruhashi's crush on him might return. Just when his life had become a tiny bit peaceful… 

What a pain. 

×

“I think… I'll just take them both.” Kyousuke hums, looking down at the gold bracelet around his wrist. They were practically identical with the exception of the color of the diamonds around the lock. One was green, the other pink. “Thanking about it- I don't like the cut of the diamonds. Do you have rings- Like the most expensive ones, preferably in Emerald.” 

“Yes, of course.” The young lady helping them, bobs her head, running out the door. 

“Metori-chi, how rich are you?” The blonde blinks, bringing the cup of champagne to his lips, taking a tiny sip. “What if I want a car- A house, an island?” He blinks playfully, tucking his hair behind his ear. “How much am I allowed to spend?” 

“I'm rich- Rich, rich. Even if you tried, you wouldn't make a dent in my money.” He snickers, taking a sip of his drink, curiously eyeing the blonde. 

“Is that a challenge?” Smirks the blonde. 

Saiki rolls his eyes from the corner of the room, this was a pain. Saiko and all his bodyguards made it impossible for him to talk to the blonde, so he resorted to following him around, in his invisible form, of course, unfortunately it has gotten him nowhere…

“I know- Why don't you pick out an outfit for me?” Beams the blonde, his eyes shift ever-so slightly, peering at Kusuo, awkwardly standing in the corner before turning to Saiko, blinking his long eyelashes. 

Saiko blushes, he looks down at his drink, leaning across the table to place a kiss on the blonde's mouth. “Don't talk to anyone.” Then he's out the door, leaving Kyousuke alone in the room-sized dressing room. 

Mumei jolts to his feet, his fake sapphire eyes fall on Kusuo- He opens his mouth, speaking in a hushed whisper. “Why doesn't anybody acknowledge you?” 

“Because I'm invisible to everyone but you-

“Why-

“Because your somehow immune to my powers-

“Do we know each other?” Blinks the blonde, leaning down to look at Saiki. The psychic frowns, teleporting across the room. “Wow- That's insane.” Chuckles the tall teen, humming thoughtfully. “So when you teleport, do your atoms get restructured, or-

“I don't know.” Saiki rolls his eyes, looking down at the champagne, rubbing his temples. “Teruhashi is worried about you-

“The girl with blue hair?” Asks Kyousuke, cocking his head to the side like a confused puppy. “Are you guys dating-

“No.” Saiki says pointedly, his frown deepens, practically glaring at the tall blonde. “Don't go putting ideas into her head-

“Are we friends-

“No-

“Then what are you doing here?” Kyousuke huffs, walking across the room, throwing his body against the sofa. “We aren't friends, you aren't dating- Why do you care?” 

Saiki opens his mouth, shutting it with a click. 

Why does he care? 

“You know I have powers.” Saiki looks down at the snacks carefully adorned on the tray, picking up a chocolate-chip cookie. “You're a liability- What if you decide to tell somebody? Since none of my powers work on you, I can't be certain you won't blabber.” 

Kyousuke snorts, walking over to the pink-haired teen, throwing his body on the sofa. “You're really cute, y'know.” 

Saiki recoils back, giving the blonde a disgusted look. “Shut up-

“I think you actually care about me~” Giggles the blonde, grabbing Kusuo's wrist, pulling him onto his lap. “You feel familiar.” Kyousuke smiles against the pinkette's neck, slipping a hand underneath his sweater. “You're surprisingly warm, y'know.” 

“Let go.” Seethes Kusuo, digging his nails into the blonde's wrists. He takes a sharp breath when Kyousuke pinches his sides, elbowing him in the face. “You piece of shit!” 

“Ouch- What the fuck!?” Hisses the blonde, holding onto his bloody nose, grabbing a handful of napkins, pressing them against the blood dripping down his chin. “That hurt Kuu-chan-

“What is going on here?” Snaps Metori, holding a bunch of random clothes. Suspiciously eyeing the room, Kusuo teleported out, only Kyousuke remains, glaring at the white-haired teen. “What happen-

“What happened was that God hit me in the face and I remembered everything.” Snarls the blonde, he stands up, head throbbing, dizzy as he walks up to Saiko, punching him right in the face-

His bodyguards are quickly by his side, pulling the blonde off of him. “Calm down we can talk about-

“You lied to me!” Screams the blonde, kicking his feet, worming in the bodyguard's strong grip. “You're a bastard- You think it's funny playing with people's emotions just because you're rich?!!” He snarls, twisting his arm, digging his fingernails into the man's eyes. 

The bodyguard screams, dropping the blonde. 

Saiko gulps, hiding behind one of the workers as Kyousuke approaches him. “Don't do anything you'll regret-

“You lied to me- We had sex!” Snarls the blonde, picking up a ring the lady Saiko was hiding behind, was holding; tossing it at the white-haired teen. “You owe me, remember that!!”

Saiko bites his lips, his eyes water, like he's about to cry but he says nothing, simply allows the blonde to leave; walking out his life with a half-a-million yen bracelet on his wrist. 

“Are you going to pay for that?” Asks the lady. 

Outside the day is bright, the sun is shining and the birds are singing. Kyousuke makes a b-line for Kusuo, glaring at him like he was a bug underneath his shoe. “What the fuck are you still doing here?” 

“Are you mad-

“Fuck yes, i'm mad- That was my ticket out!” He huffs, running his hands through his hair. “A rich man, Kusuo!” He spits. “A rich teenager that was interested in me-

“Nobody told you to punch him and call him names.” Huffs the pink-haired psychic, crossing his arms over his chest. “You could have stayed-

“It's about the principal!!” Curses the blonde. “I fucking hate you- Stay away from me!” Then he's gone, stomping down the street. 

Saiki blinks, he's never been told that before. 

How odd… 

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Kyousuke could feel Saiko's eyes burning holes in the back of his head. He watched him like a hawk, like he's prey, waiting for the right moment to strike. 

It's been like this for the past few days, since that awkward day at the boutique. 

Slumping his body onto the table, Kyousuke watches the top of Kusuo's head, tapping his nails on the wooden desk. 

Maybe he had been too harsh-

“Ugh.” Kyousuke turns, resting his forehead against his desk. Outstretching his arms, he ghosts his fingertips on the edge of Kusuo's chair, reaching but never touching… 

Kusuo was too good for him. 

“Ugh.” He folds his arm into himself, resting his face on his sleeve, shutting his eyes. 

Could Saiko stop staring at him-

Hold up, didn't they just have a transfer student? Why the hell did Saiko Metori randomly show up- And Kuboyasu Aren? They had just had a transfer student- 

Ya, Toritsuka had joined PK just a few months ago…

What the hell was happening?

Kyousuke's hand shoots up into the air, the teacher hums in approval, speaking in her usual high-pitched voice. “Yes, Mumei-kun, please come and solve the answer on the board.” 

“I was gonna ask if I could use the restroom.” He smiles sheepishly, rubbing his fingers over his new self-harm scars. 

“Solve the problem first.” The teacher frowns. 

Saiki turns to look at the blonde, watching with a surprised glint in his eyes as he solves the problem flawlessly. The teacher praises him, allowing him to leave. 

Fifteen minutes pass- 

Twenty- 

Thirty minutes. 

“Can someone please go look for Mumei-kun.” She sings tiredly. 

Saiki is up before he can process it, quickly leaving the room before Saiko could say anything. His footsteps echo loudly in the empty hallway, hands crossed over his chest as he throws the bathroom door open. “I know you're smoking, the teacher is asking for you, so just hurry up.” He rolls his eyes,  when the stall door opens creepily, creaking open like a death threat. 

A hand reaches out from the darkness, pulling him into the stall when he stupidly gets too close. 

Saiki is shoved up against the door, there's this dead look on his face, so bored of whatever was happening, until Kyousuke opens his mouth, speaking in a stiff tone. “Do you have anything to do with the time change?” 

“What.” Saiki asks, crossing his arms over his chest. 

The blonde rubs his eyes, sighing tiredly. “It's… Every year, at some point it seems like the whole world goes back in time.” He practically throws himself onto the toilet, crossing his legs as he speaks. “Others don't seem to notice it, but I most certainly do- It didn't make any sense- Until I met you.” He looks up at Kusuo with glimmering eyes, waiting for him to speak. “So… Do you have anything to do with it? 

“No-

“Don't lie to me!” Snaps the blonde, he's swiftly on his feet, wrapping a hand around Kusuo's neck, squeezing lightly. “I'm not crazy- I'm not.” His face crumples, like he's going to cry. Instead he sighs, tiredly, pulling away from Kusuo. “Sorry… No one ever believes me- It feels like I'm going crazy. It isn't fair, this isn't a comedy- Or a fucking Manga. Why do I have to be like this… You don't care, it doesn't matter.”

Kusuo sighs, the volcano flashes behind his eyes- 

Well… Even if he does tell someone, no one would believe him, so there is no harm, right? 

“Meat me at the gate after school.” Kusuo says, cracking the door open. “There's something I need to show you.” 

“What-

“Are you- Were you guys in the bathroom together?” Takahashi gasps from the bathroom door, his face twists something dark, smirking as he speaks. “I'm telling everyone!”

Kyousuke drags him back into the bathroom, before he can escape, shoving him against the wall, seething in a sharp insult. “You better keep quiet, fish-lips.” 

“Saiki-kun- Please, I'm sorry- Help me.” Takahashi gasps, reaching out for the pink-haired teen. Kusuo glances at his helpless classmate, walking away, shutting the door on his way out. “No, don't leave me, he's scary!” 

“Now, now~” This dark smirk takes over Kyousuke's pretty face, digging his nails into the teen's skin. “You didn't see shit, got it? We don't want anyone to know about your first kiss, do we?” 

“No, no- I'm sorry, sir!” The green-haired teen cries, shivering when the blonde lets go, shutting the door with a loud click. 

×

“It's not a date-

“It sounds like one.” Teruhashi smirks, rolling her glossy hair in between her fingers. “It sounds like you want some alone time with your boyfriend-

“This is straight up bullying.” Huffs the blonde, fixing the backpack on his shoulders. He suddenly feels nervous, his heart is beating loudly in his chest, almost painfully. 

Saiki is by the door, somehow he managed to avoid the others, impatiently looking around. 

“Good luck!” Teruhashi bumps Kyousuke's shoulder, smiling softly, like a proud mom waving her son off for school. “Text me afterwards!!” 

“Fuck off!” Kyousuke rolls his eyes, tucking his hair behind his ear, walking up to Kusuo with a tiny nod. 

He doesn't say anything, they walk in silence, only the nervous tap of Kyousuke's fingernails against his phone is heard. The train is cramped, silent like a funeral; Kyousuke is pushed up against the pinkette, face a pale shade of red- 

They are so close to each other!! 

Kyousuke shifts, his hand brushes against Kusuo's ear- 

He smells like Vanilla-Bean. 

It's sweet and warm, it makes his mouth water, his stomach growls loudly. May God take him now- This is so embarrassing!! 

The train-ride is long, so fucking long. 

By the time they arrive Kyousuke is in a horrible mood, he shoves his cold hands in his pockets, sulking like a child. His feet hurt, clutching his chest as they walk up the mountain- 

Was Kusuo going to kill him?

Kyousuke's tired, this wouldn't be too bad, would it? 

Kusuo stops at this clearing, looking around before turning to look at the blonde with a stiff lip. “This is Owari mountain-

“Ya, I can tell.” Snaps the blonde, looking around the empty space. “What the hell are we doing here!?” 

“There's a volcano that's set to erupt in the next few months.” Saiki says with a straight face. “It's a catastrophe, it actually destroys Japan- So every year, I come up here and reverse time, resetting it exactly one year from that due date.”

Kyousuke stares at him with this blank expression, carefully watching Kusuo, looking for a twitch of his eyebrows, something, anything to tell him he was lying. After a long breath, the blonde leans down, awkwardly patting Kusuo's shoulders. “That's a lot of shit to carry for one person.” He looks down at the psychic, fixing his hair behind his ear. “It's kind of weird, being validated like that but- I understand, it's necessary.” He hummed thoughtfully. “Thanks for working so hard, keep doing a good job, I'm rooting for you.” 

Saiki just stands there, stiffly watching as the blonde walks in front of him, stretching his arms over his head, smiling brightly at the pinkette. 

Ya, being validated was weird. 

His body felt hot, tingles spread across his fingertips, was this a good feeling… 

“I saw a Sashimi and Sushi place by the train station, you wanna get something to eat?” He asks, turning to look at Kusuo with a bright smile. “I'll pay!”

It was nice to feel appreciated for all his hard work… 

Ya, it was a nice feeling. 

“You, paying?” Huff Saiki, walking up to the blonde. “That's new- What did you rob a bank?” 

“Wow, is that what you think of me?” Gasps the blonde, playfully bumping Kusuo's shoulder. 

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The tap, tap of Kyousuke's wooden flip-flops echoed in the streets, mixing with the birds and soft swaying of summer air. 

He stops in front of the large house with floor-to-ceiling windows; fixing his pink yukata, the flowers and pearls on his hair before knocking on the door. 

“What the hell do you want?” This older man slams the door open, wearing a nasty scowl. 

Kyousuke blinks, he takes a step back, looking at the outside of the house, wondering if maybe he was at the wrong house when suddenly Kurumi walks up to the door, squealing in excitement. “Aww, Kyousuke-kun you look so cute!! It suits you so well!!” 

“Thanks so much mom!” Kyousuke beams, shifting closer to the raven-haired women.

Kumagoro goes pale-

The words ring out in his ear, over and over-

Mom. 

Mom.

Mom.

This guy- Because it's obvious he's a guy- dressed in a pink rose Kimono, blonde hair tied up with pins, plastic flowers and ribbons; wearing wooden flip-flops, holding a cute fan and a shell bag- 

No, it couldn't be!!

“I was wondering if Kuu-chan wanted to go to the festival down the block?” The guy rolls his blonde hair in between his long, skinny fingers. Painted pink like he was a girl. “I wanted an excuse to wear this Kimono, plus it's summer break and Komi-san was busy so… You think he would want to come with me?” 

“Of course, Kuu-chan will go!” Smiles mom, excitedly clapping her hands. “Kuu-chan, come down here for a minute!” 

“Let's talk about this- We are having family time, it would be rude for Kusuo-kun to leave when his family is here to see him.” Stutters grandpa, waving his arms around. 

Kusuo teleports downstairs, wearing this annoyed look on his otherwise handsome face. He looks around, eyes twitching at his grandfather's inner pleas for him to stay; then his eyes land on Kyousuke. 

The blonde gives him a little wave, smiling almost shyly. His grandpa rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest, speaking in a careless tone. “This brat wants you to go out with him, but it would be rude of you to leave when your family came all this way to see you.” 

Kyousuke leans forward, something chimes, the air blows around him, ruffling his hair as he speaks. “You wanna come to a festival with me?” Narrowing his eyes, he swiftly glances at the older man that seems to be dying on the inside, adding. “I'll buy you all the dessert you want~” 

“What are you waiting for?” Kusuo teleports into the yard, behind Kyousuke, urging him to hurry up with a chipper tone. “You'll buy me Coffee Jelly.” 

“Of course.” Kyousuke smiles triumphantly, bowing his head in thanks towards mom. “I'll bring you something.” 

“Ok, have fun!!” She smiles, waving them off. 

Like insult to injury, Kyousuke leans into the psychic, holding his hand. To his surprise Kusuo doesn't push him off, not until they are out of sight. 

“Was that your grandfather?” Asks the blonde.

Kusuo sighs, rubbing his neck. “My grandparents came to visit us for summer break.” He allows himself to slump his shoulders, rubbing the bridge of his nose as a tired sound leaves his lips. “I wanted to spend it alone- Whatever.”

Kyousuke bounces in front of him, somehow keeping up even with his uncomfortable shoes. “You wanna go to  The Sendai Festival- It is kind of far but at least no one will recognize us- And if the noise bothers you, we could always put on you're ring, so…”

Kusuo agrees. 

A little too fast if you ask him, but the words slip out of his mouth before he can stop them. 

They get on the train, sitting next to each other. 

This felt odd, was Kyousuke being nice? Hold up, thinking about it, he's never tried to blackmail him with his powers, or tried to abuse them, like Toritsuka. He never questioned why he had powers in the first place… 

It was like he saw him for who he was, Saiki Kusuo, a normal guy that happens to have super powers. 

It's kind of strange. 

The station they get off on is full of large paper streamers; made of colorful tissue-paper. Cute characters and traditional designs float on the ceiling, full of love and hope for the future. 

“Wow, it's so cute!” Kyousuke beams, pulling out his phone, snapping hundreds of pictures. “Smile.” He quickly snaps a picture of Kusuo, looking down at the blurry photo with a fond smile. 

“Erase it.” Snaps the pink-haired teen, frowning something ugly. 

Kyousuke ignores him, bouncing towards a stall with a pool full of fish. “Let's play this one.” He beams, waving the psychic over. “Ya, two tries, please.” The older man nods his head, handing Kyousuke a spoon-looking thing, with a paper center. “I've never played this game before.” 

“It's not that hard.” Kusuo squats next to him, watching as the blonde fails to catch the fish. His paper rips. Kyousuke blinks, his mouth opens before he starts laughing. 

“That was embarrassing.” He rubs his neck, handing Kusuo the other paper spoon. “You try.” 

Kusuo looks down at the fish, he could easily win, a smirk flashes across his face. He lifts his spoon, dragging it across the water, but it's too fast, the paper rips. 

The fish escapes. 

“Let's try this one!” Kyousuke is quickly pulling him away, down the row of stalls towards a small pool full of colorful plastic balls. “Yes, for two.” He quickly pays, passing the pink-haired teen his fishing hook. 

“Ready, go!” The lady running the stall claps. 

Kusuo frowns, scooping up six balls with one swift movement. If he got too many the lady wouldn't have anything to sell but he couldn't lose again in front of the blonde. 

“Wow, you're so good!!” Beams the blonde, clapping his hands alongside the people gathered around him. “Oh, I know- Let's get something to eat, I haven't had breakfast and I'm hungry.” 

They order dessert at a stall, Kusuo gets Coffee Jelly and Kyousuke gets Taiyaki. Silently they sit at a bench, the trees sway behind them, humming happily as they eat their food. 

“Why do you like Coffee Jelly so much?” Asks the blonde, taking a bite of his fish-shaped food. “Is it really that good?” 

“It's a mature and dignified treat- And when you add milk.” He hums happily, bringing the jigglely coffee to his mouth, beaming at the taste. “And if you add milk, it's a completely new experience.” 

“Wow.” Kyousuke smiles but there's this mocking glint in his eyes, he looks away, chuckling under his breath. 

Kusuo doesn't say anything. 

They finish eating, walking around, looking at all the stalls until they pass a cork shooting game. The prize is a big bunny, Kyousuke's eyes light up, he pays to try. He kind of looks ridiculous, pointing the gun at the little wooden markers, wearing that stupid pink yukata, yet, something about him gathers this group of high-school boys; they watch as Kyousuke fails miserably. 

To be fair, the blonde has more grace than Saiki ever gave him credit for: smiling shyly, as he rolls his hair in between his fingers. “I suck at this, don't I?” He pouts, wrapping a hand around his bicep, pulling him away. “Come on, Kuu-chan.”

“You're giving up.” Kusuo frowns, glancing back at the group of guys following them, using his powers to make them slip and fall on their ass. 

“Ya, I won't have enough money for the snacks I promised mom.” He turns around, briefly questioning the commotion, before turning around, ignoring them. “We should play a few more games before we head back to your house.” 

Kusuo doesn't disagree, they play a handful of games, Kyousuke loses every time, always so proud of Kusuo. Soon they buy the last of their things, a handful of sweets and a pink cake, heading home early. 

The train is empty, their bags are spread out, taking as much room as they want. 

Kyousuke takes off his shoes, kicking them off with a sigh, stretching his toes. “Thoes shoes are uncomfortable.” He rolls his ankles, asking; “What did you wish for?” Without looking at the pink-haired teen. “I wished for lots of money this summer!” 

“You aren't supposed to say what you wished for out loud.” Sighs Kusuo, rolling his eyes. “And you were supposed to wish for new skills, not money.” 

“Ugh, like I care- I'm not about to let some old gods tell me what to wish for.” He huffs, looking away. 

Kusuo just rolls his eyes, the train stops at their usual stop, they walk home where Kurumi opens the door, greeting them warmly. She takes the sweets, ushering them in. 

They all sit on the couch, gathered around the blonde as he shows off his shitty, slightly blurry pictures. Some of Kusuo playing games or cute streamers; some food they had and random little details. 

“We had a lot of fun!” Beams the blonde, leaning over mom's shoulders to look at the pictures. “Everything was so delicious.” 

“Why the hell are you dressed like a girl!?” Grandpa snaps, hands crossed over his chest, scowl all over his wrinkled face. “Disrespectful brat, don't you know it's rude to take away my grandson while his family is here to visit him.” 

“Dad, don't say that!” Kurumi frowns. 

“No- This brat shouldn't have dragged my grandson all the way to Sandie- Not to mention he's been smoking around my grandson!” Practically snarls the older man. 

Kusuo watches, rather unamused, looking for the blonde's reaction- Would he yell? Or make a rude comment about the older man? 

Nothing happens. 

Kyousuke's eyes twitch but he generally ignores his grandpa, shrugging off the man, showing his mom the rest of the picture. 

Ignored, Kumagoro returns to sulking in the corner of the room. 

Soon his mom and dad disappear into a kitchen, trying to get some alone time, leaving Kusuo and Kyousuke alone with the old man. 

It clicks when Kyousuke playfully places his hand on the psychic's inner-thigh, watching out of the corner of his eyes as his grandfather withers like a dying flower. 

This was all a game, a game he is losing.

Kyousuke is still wearing his yukata, his hair-clips chime when he sits next to the psychic; pressing his forearm and thigh against him. "Whatcha watching?" He whispers, leaning against a stiff Kusuo.

"TV." Kusuo is as dull as ever, his eyes never leave the colors bubbling on the screen. 

It's a commercial for a TV show featuring Kokomi's older brother, some disgusting romantic comedy. "If you're planning on watching that, don't, it sucks." 

"You watched it?" Saiki glances at the blonde-

He's busy, fake sapphire eyes glisten underneath the artificial light of the TV; his cold fingers squirm their way up his neck, playing with his magenta baby hairs. Kusuo twitches, lightning snaps up his body, if Kyousuke noted the awkward physical reaction to finally having human interaction he didn't say anything, just mindlessly rolled Kusuo's glossy pink hair, in between his finger tips. 

“Himiko is low-key obsessed with this man.” The blonde pulls back a little, placing his leg over Kusuo's thigh. "I hate him- Just look at him, he gives pedophile vibes."

"Well you wouldn't be wrong-

"You have dirt on him?" The blonde gasps, cupping the psychic's cheeks. "Tell me~" 

"Fuck off." Saiki shoves the lengthy teenager off with an exasperated roll of his eyes. 

Kyousuke giggles, he sits up, humming softly as he skims his black nails against Kusuo's green glasses. 

"Kuu-chan, I meant to ask…" He practically leans on the psychic, pressing his entire chest onto Saiki's pale-blue sweater. "When you wash your hair do you take off your antennas?"

Kusuo blinks, turning to glare at the blonde, finding his face inches away, an inch and their lips would brush against each other. 

Kyousuke has all the sensibility to push himself up and away from the pinkette, but his fingers linger on the white frame of his glasses, lips parting as he speaks. "You and I share curiosity, don't we Kusuo~" 

"Fuck off." 

"I was just saying!" His laugh is light and heartfelt as he moves away completely, pulling out his phone to check the time. He rubs his face, smearing black eyeliner on his cheek, shoving the phone back into his little bag, he gets up. "Gotta get going Kuu-chan.” 

"You're leaving?” Saiki blinks. 

"Ya dude, I can't just abuse your parents' hospitality. I've been staying here every other day, I might as well live here." Kyousuke stretches, lifting his arms over his head, his hair-pin chimes loudly in the otherwise empty house. "I know you love it when I sleep in your bed, but I must return to my bed." His  fox-like eyes burn with mockery as his grandfather recoils with hatred, twitching in the corner of the room. “Enjoy the rest of your break- Oh, don't miss me too much in your bed tonight~”

Kusuo rolls his eyes, watching as the blonde leaves the room, talking to his mom before leaving his house completely. 

It's only when the blonde is gone that Kusuo lets himself relax, he's all alone with his grandpa, gently running his fingers on the nape of his neck. 

It burns where Kyousuke touched him… 

Chapter Text

Kyousuke blinks, he blinks and blinks again, staring at the redheads sitting in a circle all around him, like passing judgment on his soul. 

“Mumei Kyousuke, we have something to ask of you.” The redhead with long hair sitting in the middle speaks, nervously rolling her cute pink pencil in her hand. “We want you to help organize the upcoming Student Festival.” 

“What?” Blinks Kyousuke, taking a step back. 

“No, this isn't a ask - Your going to do it-

“We have proof that you're not a student here.” A redhead with kinky hair speaks, leaning her big breasts on the table. “And we won't hesitate to speak to the principal and expel you.” 

“We wouldn't want that though.” Chirps a redhead with short-wavy-hair, shyly lifting her hand. “We know Kokomi- Um, Teruhashi-sama is your girlfriend and we wouldn't want to hurt her feelings-

“Or gain the wrath of The Teruhashi Fan Club.” Sighs the first redhead that spoke. “We just need help-

“You aren't supposed to tell him that!!” Snaps the redhead with kinky hair, slamming her hand on the table. “He isn't supposed to know we don't actually know what we're doing and we spend our time playing video games!”

The room goes silent. 

Kyousuke nods his head, like he's understanding everything before running out the door- But at the door he's stopped by a familiar redhead. 

“Hey, Kyousuke-kun!” Beams Hairo, placing a hand on the blonde's shoulder. “Can't let you go, sorry!” Then he's pushing the blonde back into the classroom, shutting the door with a click. 

“That's cheating!” Huffs Kyousuke, eyeing the girls standing around him. 

“Please, Kyo-kun!!” The youngest-looking redhead, with pin-straight hair squeaks, pulling on his sleeve. “We have no idea what we're doing-

“Ya, we thought we could play games all day but there's actually so much to do!” Whines the first girl that spoke.

“Is that why the paperwork is always wrong?” Gasps the blonde, he rubs his head, eyeing the girls before sighing deeply. “Fine, I'll help- But you guys can't slack off anymore, understood.” 

“Yes, sir!” They all yell. 

“Thanks so much!” The first girl that spoke smiles, bowing her head. “My name is Kobayashi Rosalie!” 

“My name is Kobayashi Remi!” The youngest redhead beams. 

“I'm Kobayashi Regen.” The girl with long curly hair smiles. 

“And I'm Kobayashi Rina.” The redhead with kinky hair frowns. 

“You're sisters?” Snorts the blonde, he looks around the room, tiredly eyeing the boxes and boxes of paperwork. “So… let's start- What do you guys need help with?” 

It turns out everything- 

That with Kusuo's powers might have been years worth of paperwork, permission slips, budgets and complaints and detentions that needed to be signed and archived. 

Kyousuke spent five whole days trying to figure out a system that actually worked. With Regen's help he made a network of code, helping them plan community services and outreach programs, it also helped them with the discipline issues. Rina took charge of the discipline for unruly students and Remi helped rally students, encouraging them to attend programs, while Rosalie and Kyousuke took to planning. 

It was hard work, really hard work, but everything was coming together, paperwork was signed and sent out. Kyousuke was waiting for a few new applications and two classes to submit their festival ideas. 

His class ended up doing some dumb rock show, or something he was too busy to discuss. 

It didn't matter, Kyousuke sighs, putting down his pen, stretching his arms over his head. “That was the last of it.” He smiles tiredly, glancing around the room. 

“Ya!!” Remi throws herself on the desk, sighing deeply. “Can we go back to playing video games?” 

“Ya, just for lunch, though.” Scolds the blonde, standing up. “I'm going to see Komi-san, I'll see you guys after lunch, we need to finish making paper flowers.”

“Ugh, that's so lame!” Pouts the young redhead. 

Kyousuke smiles softly, patting the girl's hair on his way out, he stops at the door, turning to look at the girls. “I'll be back after lunch, please enjoy your tiny break.” 

“You too-

“Enjoy your lunch!” Beams Rosalie, waving him off with a slight blush. 

Kyousuke shuts the sliding door behind him, sighing deeply, he places a hand over his chest, rubbing the dull ache. It takes him a minute to steady himself, shaking away the dull feeling. 

He walks towards his classroom, finding Teruhashi surrounded by a bunch of guys. Takahashi eyes him first, blowing this tiny whistle as he walks away. One by one the guys start to leave until only Saiko remains. 

“That's my spot, buttercup.” The blonde taps his shoulder. 

“Kyousuke-kun!” Beams the girl, jumping up, wrapping her arms around the blonde's waist. “Where were you, I missed you!” She squeezes tightly, taking a big sniff of his cardigan. “You haven't been doing dumb things, have you?” 

“If only.” He smiles, patting her head, pulling up a chair sitting next to the blue-haired girl. Ignoring Saiko, talking to Teruhashi in a hushed tone of voice. “I've been playing babysitter for the Student Council- I swear they can't do shit for their life-

“The Student Council?” Saiko asks, leaning down to take a bite of Teruhashi's food- Kyousuke slaps his hand away, grabbing the bento and swiftly shoving all the food into his mouth. 

“Ya, the Student Council- They found out I don't go to this school and they blackmailed me into helping.” He rolls his eyes, shoving the remaining rice stuck on his lips into his mouth with his fingers. “I spent the last few days signing papers and placing orders from like six months ago.” 

“Aww, my poor baby!” Teruhashi mocks, placing her hand on the blonde's wrist, soothing his old self-harm scars. “We should go to karaoke after school-

“I can't.” Pouts the homeless teen, pushing his chair closer to Teruhashi, wrapping his arms around her waist, hiding his face in her chest. “I haven't been able to go home, so Matsuzaki-sensei has been letting me crash in his office at night.” 

“Really you haven't left the school all week?” Asks the girl, running her fingers in between his golden hair. 

“I haven't- Ugh, you're starting to see my roots!” He whimpers, shutting his eyes- 

She smells good, almost like his mom did… 

“Oh, did you hear?” Teruhashi hums, pulling on his hair, lifting his head up so they're eyes meet. “We got a new transfer student.” 

“What, really?” He pulls off her chest, sitting up, looking around the room. Nobody seemed out of place, well, except for the missing psychic. 

“Ya, Saiki Kusuo hasn't been coming to school for some reason.” Teruhashi says stiffly. “I don't know but-

“It seems like she knows this Saiki Kusuo.” Metori spits, eyeing the blonde. “Like, romantically.”  

“What are you doing here?” Rolling her sapphire eyes, Teruhashi crosses her arms over her chest. “I don't remember inviting you to our conversation.” 

“But I'm rich-

“Saiko, your presence is irrelevant.” Mumei clicks his tongue. “So shut up, or leave.” 

“Ouch, that hurts.” He glows with validation, crossing his legs over each other. “But I'm right, whether you like it, or not.” 

“That wasn't nice.” Teruhashi pouts, squeezing Kyousuke's wrist. “Y'know he's still Kyo's.little side piece-

“I don't have a crush on Saiki Kusuo!!” He snaps, crossing his arms over his chest, sulking like a child. 

Teruhashi giggles, eyeing the blonde with so much adoration that Saiko can't help but cringe internally. 

They really did seem like a good couple… 

From the doorway Mikoto Aiura watches… Why couldn't she see his aura?

×

Kyousuke's vision goes blurry, he had been walking to the Student Council room, holding a box full of tissue-paper and a handful of finished paper flowers as an example, when his vision became foggy. 

His world moved, shaking as his heart almost gave out in that hallway. 

He stops, steadying himself against the lockers, back turned to the hallway, taking in a handful of deep breaths-

He didn't mean to overhear the conversation, it just happened, as gut-wrenching as his tiny heart attack. 

“Of course- We're going out!” A bubbly voice laughs, like it's the funniest thing in the world. “What, can't you tell!”

“Well, if you are going out, does that mean you guys have done it already?” Someone asks, in a high-pitched mock. “Don't tell me, you've never done it before?” 

“We're a couple, of course we've done it!” Snorts the girl, probably crossing her arms over her chest. 

Kyousuke leans against the wall, peeking his head around the corner; Kusuo is standing by the lockers, this short girl with blonde hair is talking over this other girl with yellowish-green hair, both really pretty, fighting over Saiki Kusuo like the main character he rightfully is.  

Ugh, of course. 

“Wow, really I never expected that of you.” The blonde girl smiles, sickeningly sweet, cocking her head to the side. “Do you guys do it with tongue?” 

“Of course, that's how everyone does it nowadays.” Smiles the girl with green hair, crossing her arms over her very plump chest. 

They don't know what they're talking about. 

A bunch of virgins. 

“Me and Kuu-chan do it all the time!” Suddenly the green-haired girl wraps herself around Kusuo's bicep, looking up at him with adoring eyes, to everyone's surprise the psychic actually pats her head. 

Kyousuke feels his heart thump violently, enough to actually hurt. 

His body feels cold, icy, fingers loosening on the box that slips out of his grip- Colorful paper-flowers and tissue-paper spill onto the floor. 

Everyone turns to look at him.

Kyousuke hisses sharply, silently kneeling down to pick up the flowers. 

“You look…” Saiki mutters dully, his eyes wander across Kyousuke's pale face, noticing the flash of discomfort but with everything that's happened so far it goes unregistered by his hectic mind.

What does register is just how pretty the blonde looks, surrounded by flowers, like a death scene in a Manga or the way Teruhashi Kokomi appears to the world.

He's gorgeous. 

Kyousuke doesn't see it that way, he hisses under his breath, snatching the tissue-paper away from Kusuo, spitting. “Are you always this much of an asshole, or do you specifically reserve it for me?” 

“What is that supposed to mean-

“Shut up- I have so much shit to do.” He huffs. “I have to make posters, post advertisements. I have a stack of permission slips that need to be signed- Speeches, prizes, and the stupid beauty pageant they insisted on hosting for Teruhashi. I don't have time for stupid Shoujo bullshit, get the hell out of my way.” Snarls the blonde, snapping his head towards the girl with yellowish-green hair. “Student/student relationships are prohibited on school grounds- If you guys wanna talk about fucking each other silly, go do it somewhere else.” 

Then, just like that, Kyousuke's gone, storming into the student council's room. 

Saiki uses the distraction to teleport home, leaving the two girls alone. 

“Was that- Was he Teruhashi-senpai's boyfriend?” Imu gasps, running after the other blonde. 

Mikoto blinks, she places a hand on her chest, this cold wave of fear and sadness washes over her. 

The blonde would only bring suffering… 

×

“A prize- A prize for the best classroom display, what would that look like?” Hums the blonde, tapping his pen against his lips. He flips over his notebook, rereading the numbers- It didn't match, they wouldn't have a good prize for the winner. 

It had to be big and expensive. 

Yes, maybe next year they will try a little harder to put something together… 

All the displays were maid-cafes or haunted houses, that was lame. At this rate, his class might win just because it wasn't a maid-cafe. 

“Hello!” Beams Teruhashi from the door, looking around the room as she takes a seat next to him. “So this is where you have been?” She hums, scrunching her face in disgust. “It's kind of lame.” 

“Y'know what's lame?” He places a hand on his cheek, sighing softly. “I don't have a prize for the winner for this year's festival- And honestly, I don't think anyone deserves it.” 

“Ya, it's always the same boring shit.” She rolls her eyes, glancing at his notebook. “I have gossip from the orange cupcake.” She leans closer, to the point they are sitting on top of each other. “I heard that Aiura Mikoto, our adorable little gyaru, is going out with your man.”  

“Ya, I saw it with my own two eyes.”  He mocks, leaning closer, laying his head on her shoulder. “Apparently, they already did it.”  

“And how does that make you feel?” She asks, running her fingers on the nap of his neck. 

Kyousuke stays silent for a long breath, shaking his head. “I don't have feelings for Saiki Kusuo, so don't worry.” 

“We could always have sex-

“Shut the fuck up-

“What, I thought it would make you feel better!” She giggles, leaning down to catch the blonde's fake sapphire eyes. “You look sick, are you feeling alright?” 

“I just need my life to go back to normal.” He rolls his head back, looking up at the ceiling. “Wanna go home with me tonight- Oh, I have something to give you from that festival I went to.” 

“Did you win me a fish or something-

“Oh- Oh my god!” Smiles the blonde, standing up from his chair. “You're so smart!” He giggles almost manicly, leaning down to kiss Teruhashi's forehead. “That's why I love you so much!” 

“What- What did I do-

“Wait for me at the gate, alright.” The blonde smiles, running out the door, leaving Teruhashi alone in the room. 

He runs around the school for a minute, taking a handful of sharp breaths when he sees who he's looking for. “Metori-chi!” He calls out, tapping the rich-boy on the shoulder. “I have a proposition and- And it's tax deductible.” 

×

Saiki frowns, the festival looks decent.

His deadpan eyes wander to the paper-flowers all over the walls, the same kind Kyousuke made, fluffy and pretty, perfect.  

The lines for the mazes aren't half an hour long and the food looks edible. It's not bad. He had been so busy with Mikoto and Imu- And that random guy that has been stalking him to pay any attention to the blonde. 

Ha, he was sure he wouldn't be able to pull it off. 

“My name is Mumei Kyousuke, President of the Student Council- It's a pleasure to see you guys enjoying the festival we worked so tirelessly to bring you!” The guy in front of the stage looks nothing like the deshivaled guy Kyousuke is. His hair is brushed back, dressed in a suit, smiling at the crowd with a dazzling smile. “Please enjoy this Festival with all your heart! Don't hold back, buy lots of stuff, ok!!” 

“What a shameless plug.” Saiki deadpans. 

“Has Kyousuke-kun always been the Student Council President?” Asks Kaido, glancing at Kuboysau, both wearing this puzzled look on their faces. 

“Of course my buddy has always been the Student Council President!” Nendo chuckles, crossing his arms over his chest. “I remember he told me a while back- That's my pal- Hey, over here buddy!!” 

To Kusuo's surprise, the blonde actually acknowledged Nendo, smiling happily as he moved about the stage, introducing the girls. 

Seeing him like that, it was strange-

A cold feeling runs up his spine, he snaps his head towards the crowd, finding nothing out of ordinary. 

He shrugs, shaking off that foreboding feeling. 

The show goes on, they decide to leave when Teruhashi isn't actually part of the beauty pageant, looking at the elaborate, yet somehow still repetitive attractions. 

A maid-cafe.

A haunted house. 

A haunted-house maid-cafe-

Wow, so many options. 

Saiki still preferred it to what was happening, he looked at his father, then at the Nendo statue sitting in the middle of the bathroom. 

“Take care of your mom, Kusuo- I'm going to be gone for a long, long time.” His father smiles grimly, pulling out his phone and calling the police. 

Saiki shakes his head, placing a hand on his father's shoulder. “Stop that, I can just reverse time.” 

“Nendo, is that you, are you in there!” Someone pounds on the door, throwing it open with the force of a gorilla. 

This wouldn't end well… 

Nope, it wouldn't be good at all!

×

“I told you to stop smoking on school grounds.” Scolds Matsuzaki-sensei, walking up to the blonde that's squatting on the floor, behind the building, the festival is coming to an end, students were leaving, he'd have to go back and start cleaning soon- 

He just needed a break, a break from the noise and people. A cigarette or two to remind himself he's still alive and not some stupid idiot that got blackmailed into helping like a fucking moron. 

“Sorry, sir.” The blonde puts out his cigarette on his shoes, standing up. “I'll start heading back.”

Matsuzaki-sensei nods his head, awkwardly glancing around the empty space. “The festival was awesome- You did a good job kid.” Then he walks closer, placing a hand on Kyousuke's shoulders, smiling proudly. “Thanks for helping them out, they couldn't have done it without you.” He squeezed the blonde's shoulder, placing a can of coffee in his hands. “Keep up the good work.” 

Kyousuke nods his head, watching as the older man leaves, looking at the canned coffee with an odd expression before he lights another cigarette.

Kusuo rolls his eyes, blowing out his cigarette with his powers. “Didn't Matsuzaki-sensei just scold you for smoking?”

Kyousuke rolls his eyes, glaring at the psychic- 

His eyes glimmer, face twisting into something like amusement. “Did you get new glasses?” Shaking his head, he hands Kusuo the canned coffee, dusting off his pants. “Sorry for yelling at you earlier this week- I felt like a jerk all week but I've just been so busy that I haven't had time to apologize properly, so like, sorry, ok.” 

“It's fine.” Saiki rubs his neck, swishing the coffee in the can. “Since I can't read your mind, you're always the outside variable, so…” 

“That must be rough.” The blonde smiles this understanding smile. “You're doing an amazing job at staying alive, that's something you should be proud of.” 

“Um, ya-

“Anyway, I have to get going.” He laughs, stretching his arms over his head. “I have so much shit to clean up, all the flowers and signs from around campus- Ugh, better get started.” 

“I can help if you want.” Saiki says, without thinking. 

“Na, I wouldn't want your girlfriend to get pissed.” Kyousuke waves the pink-haired teen away, walking to the end of the building. 

Kusuo teleports next to the blonde, earning himself a loud gasp and a ‘Are you trying to kill me’. He just rolls his eyes, feeling the cold coffee against his palm. “We aren't going out- I asked Mikoto to play as my girlfriend to scare Imu away.” 

“Oh.” Kyousuke mutters. “Well… If you really wanna help, I don't mind.” 

“Alright.” Saiki teleports in front of Kyousuke, watching as he tries to keep up. 

Watching him struggle was amusing. 

Chapter Text

“Nendo-kun, if you fail three more tests we'll have no choice but to drag you down a grade.” The teacher that definitely didn't look like that last week speaks up from the door. 

The room goes silent, everyone looks at Nendo with this look of pity. 

“It's ok Nendo, you won't have to call me Kaido-senpai or anything like that.” Sighs Kaido, patting his friend's shoulder. 

“Ya Nendo, we'll be friends even if you flunk out.” Kuboysau shakes his head, looking equally as devastated as Kaido. 

“Na, don't worry about that.” Nendo says with a blank look in his face, waving off his friends with a shrug of his shoulder. “I have this pencil my father left me- Look.” He dumbly rolls the pen on the table, it lands on a number, Nendo beams, looking really proud of himself. 

The room goes pale. 

“Come on, Nendo-kun, there's still time!” Hairo pumps his hand into the air, like it would lift the depressing mood of the room. 

It did not.

“I just got paid, so I'm thinking Shibuya?” Kyousuke asks, legs crossed over each other, sitting next to Teruhashi and the other girls, drinking his chocolate-milk with a happy hum. “I got this new magazine and some of the shops that opened are really cool.” 

“There's this store I've been dying to go to!” Kokomi smiles, so sweet, picking up one of her grapes with her fingers, popping it in her mouth. “I think it's called, um, Abercrombie & Fitch™.” 

“The really dark store?” Yumehara asks, slumping her shoulders. “I wish I could go but that store is for skinny people- I won't fit into anything.” 

Teruhashi makes this face, turning to look at the blonde. “What about your diet?” Sweetly asks Teruhashi, leaning forward. 

“Ya, what about your diet?” Kyousuke asks with a condescending huff. “You wanted to do the one with the jelly pouches, right?” 

“Well, um-

“I don't think you need to go on a diet, Chiyo-pipi.” Mikoto smiles, wrapping her arms around the copper-haired girl, squeezing her tightly. “You're already so skinny, plus, we're all different, you shouldn't compare yourself to others.” 

Kyousuke eyes the girl, taking in that ugly uniform that somehow works for her. He smirks, leaning against Teruhashi, they give each other the same ‘is this bitch for real’ look, before Teruhashi smiles softly. “We've been telling her the same thing.” 

“Sure you have.” Saiki rolls his eyes, hiding behind Nendo, trying to avoid the conversation. 

“Hey buddy, shouldn't you be studying for our test?” Nendo asks, leaning down to push Kyousuke's hair away from his face. 

The blonde scrunches his face, pushing Nendo's large hand away. “I don't need to study, I'm going to score first place on that board.” 

Kuboysau snorts, it's infectious, making the others laugh loudly. 

“What, I am!!” The blonde snaps, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Can a delinquent like you really get good grade-

“I'm not a delinquent!” Gasps the blonde, digging his palm into his chest. 

“Wait.” Nendo pauses like he was about to read the enlightenment. “Did your dad leave you a special pencil?” 

“What- No, my father left me nothing but my good looks.” The way he frowns, the click of his tongue, Saiki has never seen him so genuinely upset. 

Kyousuke's family, his past… 

He knows the blonde ran away- To do drugs, or so he said, but it was never that simple. There must have been another reason he ran away. It was a mystery. His penmanship is perfect, he has leadership skills and even his grades are quite good. 

He's a perfect son in Japanese society, yet he comes to school high and has sex with random people for money. 

His little phrase, ‘I just got paid’ was so obviously a code for his after-hours activities. 

He was such a mystery, such a contradicting puzzle.

“You too- Kusuo?” Blinks the blonde. 

Oh, did he zone out? 

“What?” Saiki opens his mouth, not missing the odd look Mikoto gives him. “What happened?” 

“Do you think I'm dumb?” Mumei asks, carefully watching Kusuo's expression, waiting for his response like it held all the answers in the world. “So, do you?” 

Kusuo shrugs. “You always act dumb, you can't blame them for thinking you're an idiot.”

Kyousuke clutches at his chest, face twisting in pain. “Ouch, that one hurt.” He gasps, huffing loudly. “Fine, whatever.” Then he's up, patting his pockets for his box of cigarettes. “I gotta piss.”

“Are you ok?” Teruhashi pulls at his sleeve. 

“Ya, why wouldn't I?” He beams, leaning down to place a kiss on her forehead. 

Then he's pushing past Kuboysau, walking out the door, bumping into Saiko. They speak in hushed whispers that to Kusuo sound like yelling. 

“Did you forget what you promised me?” Metori spits, standing in front of the blonde, arms crossed over his chest. 

“Do you also think I'm an idiot?” Scoffs the blonde, rolling his eyes. 

“Did someone piss you off-

“Shut the fuck up.” Snarls Kyousuke, leaning down to Saiko's level. “I'll uphold my end of the bargain, when you fulfill yours- I'm not going to get cheated out of this, understand, buttercup?” 

“Just don't forget.” Saiko smiles, placing a hand on Kyousuke's chest, soothing his wrinkled cardigan. 

“Ya, whatever.” Kyousuke pushes past him.

Kusuo frowns, instinctively he touches the nape of his neck…

Just what the hell are they talking about? 

×

A sharp pain stabs up Kyousuke's ribcage, he gasps for breath, his left arm is going numb, his fingers tighten around the pencil Teruhashi let him borrow. 

He slumps his freezing body against his desk, placing a hand on his chest, trying to soothe the pain from the outside. 

This couldn't be happening… 

He was almost done, two more questions of this stupid test he's taking and he was home-free; he would place first in the whole school. 

He could finish two more questions- 

But when he looks at the letters, he finds that he can't understand anything, it's like his mind is blank. 

“Mumei-kun, if you're done please bring it up to the front.” The teacher asks, watching him with a suspicious look.

“Um, yes.” He whispers, willing his body to move, he mindlessly scribbles in the last two answers, walking up to the front of the class with a wobble to his step. 

He silently places the test on the table, bowing his head, walking out the silent room. 

The stairwell is silent, Kyousuke slumps against the cold wall, staring at his shaking hands. 

Was he really about to die?

Was he having a heart attack? 

An anxiety attack? 

Holy shit, he could totally be having a heart attack, his life is about to end, here sitting in the staircase of a shitty school with ugly uniforms… 

He… 

He could have totally died in a school classroom.  

In a classroom. 

In a fucking classroom!! 

Kyousuke chokes, coughing on the fluids his body refuses to let go. He's hyperventilating, gasping for breath, as he struggles to light his cigarette with his numb fingers, jaw clinched.

He doesn't want to die inside a high school. 

He doesn't want to become a high school ghost- 

Forget that, he still has so many things he wants to do, so many places to see- He wants to overdose on heroin and do cocaine off a rockstar's ass. He wants to see the monkeys bathing in the hot springs and drink enough Monster™ to kill a man. 

Tears fall down his cheeks, he sniffles, curling his knees to his chest. 

What the hell was he doing? 

He needs to stop, needs to live the last few days of his miserable life the way he wants to… 

That's why he ran away, if he stops- If he stopped coming to school and seeing his friends, seeing Teruhashi, seeing Kusuo- 

What good did running away do? 

Kyousuke taking a deep breath, standing on his unsteady feet. There was no point in anything he did, he was a dead man, playing a game he had already lost. 

Whatever… 

Nothing mattered anyway. 

×

Kyousuke leaves school, forever maybe, he doesn't bring his bag, just jumps the fence and starts running down the street. 

He ends up in Kabuki-cho, like he always does.  

Toya welcomes him with a big smile, ruffling his hair as he catches the blonde up. Turns out Tenko's father found him, dragging him back home. He would be back in a week. He meets new faces, a bubbly girl with brown hair that's Himiko's girlfriend and a rather handsome host with fluffy ash-blonde hair. 

They linger around Kabuki-cho, sitting in the plaza surrounded by other homeless teens and kids that were dropped off by their host parents, while they're at work. 

It's fun, Kyousuke's high on whatever pills Toya gave him, seeing everything in foggy clips, stumbling around the streets until someone picks him up. 

He remembers the feeling of the sheets underneath him, it hurts, and when he wakes he's covered in hickeys and physical bite marks; he washes and gets dressed.

The cycle repeats. 

Over and over until he finds himself passed out on the sidewalk, waking up with blurry eyes, face to face with what his brain imagined an older Saiki Kusuo would look like. 

“You look exactly as I remember you in my dreams.” He smiles, cupping the blonde's cheek, pushing his greasy hair away from his face. “Kyo…”  

Kyousuke blinks, his broken mind desperately tries to understand what's happening, nothing comes to mind. He can't understand what the guy is saying, his brain won't focus, to fucked up from the drugs. 

“I've missed you.” The Kusuo standing in front of him speaks in a hushed whisper, rolling his hair in between his fingers. “I've missed you so much.” 

“I'm sorry… Do I know you?” Breaths the blonde, shutting his eyes, when he opens them they are in a room, a pink room that strongly resembles the  Love-Hotel he lost his virginity in. “What- What ha-

“Don't worry.” Kusuo hums, placing his big hand on the blonde's chest, pushing him down on the bed. Tucking the blanket around him, sitting on the edge of the bed, Kusuo watches him with this odd look of sadness. “Go back to sleep, your safe-

“What are you doing?” The blonde asks, shutting his eyes as exhaustion creeps up his spine, making his body heavy. “Why are you being weird?”  

“There's nothing wrong with taking care of the one I love.” Chuckles the pink-haired guy, brushing the hair away from Kyousuke's sweaty forehead. 

“I didn't know you could do that.” Weakly chirps the blonde. 

The room goes silent, Kyousuke's eyes flicker open, wondering if the guy left- Kusuo is still there, silently watching him, then he leans down, placing a kiss on the blonde's chapped lips. 

Kyousuke gasps for breath, he jerks upright, eyes wide as he peers around the empty room. He's still in the same overly pink room, there's some soup on the center table, on the bedside table was a bottle of pills and a note written in stiff writing, ‘for your heart’.  

A sob rips from Kyousuke's lips, he brings his knees to his chest, weeping into the soft pink sheets. 

He didn't want to die, he just wanted to be ok… 

Was that too much to ask for?

Ya, it seems like it is. 

Kyousuke's clothes are washed, folded neatly at the edge of the bed. He eats all the food, pockets the pills and the note before heading out.

The sun burns against his skin, bright and beautiful. 

“What are you doing here?” Asks Kusuo in a dull voice, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Kusuo?” He nervously runs his fingers over the bruises scattered along his neck, pulling at his shirt to try and hide the marks. “What- Um, what are you doing here?” 

“I um, I had a premonition that something bad was going to happen.” Saiki quickly looks away. 

“I didn't know you could do that-

“Psychic-

“Oh, ya, duh.” Awkwardly laughs the blonde, looking around the empty streets. “Um, anyway, I should get going-

“Mom- Um, wanted to know if you could come over for dinner.” He steps closer, putting the rock he picked up from his premonition into his pocket. “I think she misses you.” 

“Kusuo, I need to tell you…” Kyousuke opens his mouth, shutting it with a snap. “Um, nothing- I would love to have dinner-

“Ok, let go.” Saiki glances at the deshivaled blonde, humming softly. “We should walk together.” 

“But it's day time-

“So, let's go.” He frowns. “Or do you have better things to do?” 

“...No.” Mumei slumps, defeated. “Thanks so much for having me.” 

For the little time he has left… 

Chapter Text

“Thank you.” Teruhashi bobs her head, handing the valet her suitcase with a dazzling smile. “This was so nice of you, Saiko-sama.” 

“Don't talk to him like that, he's beneath you.” The blonde rolls his eyes, crossing his legs over each other; pulling his long sleeves over his fingers, soothing the anxiety running through his veins. “Why are you sitting with us?” 

“‘Cause I'm rich.” Saiko leans closer to the blonde, resting his head on his palm. “I can't be seen with just anyone.” He scoffs, lifting his hand, a man dressed in black, comes out of nowhere, placing a glass of champagne in his hand. “I hang with the popular kids, being seen with anyone else would ruin my reputation.” 

“I think you ruined your “reputation” enough by coming to a school that you don't attend, and demanding the goddess of the world date you-

“That's in the past.” The white-haired teen snorts, rolling the champagne, taking a tiny sip. “I'm a changed man.” 

“Ok, this is getting annoying- I don't think he's going to leave, we should just let him join.” Teruhashi eyes the blonde, Kyousuke shrugs, opening his mouth. “I ran away from home, like three-years ago because I wanted to do drugs and my mom said no.” 

“What?” Saiko blinks, eyeing the blonde with a level of concern unfit for him. 

“And me and Kyousuke aren't actually dating.” She quickly word-vomits. 

“Oh, um- That's- That's cool.” Saiko chuckles, stiffening when he realizes it's his turn. “Um, my father has been committing tax-fraud for like, um, fifteen years, or so.”

“Ya, but like we already knew that-

“No, no, that's good.” Teruhashi hums, rolling his hair in between her fingers. “Now we're bounded by our secrets to never turn against each other.” 

“Wow-

“Ya, just wait until she's texting you at three in the morning -

“At least I'm not currently on Molly-

“I'm scared of flying!” Huffs the blonde. 

Saiko chuckles, leaning back in his chair. “So you, like, high right now?” 

“Ya, you want some-

“You have it with you?” Kokomi gasps, placing a hand on the blonde's knee, looking at him with a concerned glimmer in her ocean-blue eyes. “To an airport- On an airplane? What happens when they check your bag?” 

“Honestly, I didn't think that-

“Hey, buddy!” Nendo waves at them from across the terminal, quickly walking up to them with the rest of the group. 

“Good morning.” Sunflowers and gems glimmer around her as she pushes her hair behind her shoulder, smiling at everyone. 

“You sure seem excited, Teruhashi-san.” Chuckles Kaido, rubbing his neck. “Of course you mortals are ecstatic for something as trivial as a trip.” He plays. “Me? Excited? No- I don't care about this trip-

“What are you talking about, Kaido?” Nendo frowns, wrapping his hands around the smaller teens shoulders. “You were just yapping about how excited you were-

“Shut up, Nendo!!” Snaps Kaido.

Kuboyasu smiles fondly, circling his fingers on the camera hanging from his neck. “I hope to take a lot of pictures to show my parents.” 

“I'm just excited for the food!” Mera giggles, licking her lips. 

“Kyo-san told me about the star-shaped sand in Okinawa, I'm honestly super excited to see it, I bet it looks so cute.” Teruhashi hums, wrapping a hand around Kyousuke's bicep. 

“What I'm looking forward to is tall, blonde ladies!!” Nendo smiles dumbly, making a silhouette of a woman with his hands. “Blondes-

“It's not a foreign country-

“It might not be a foreign country but there will be foreign people- Not only because Okinawa is technically occupied by Japan but because the US has a military base somewhere out their-

“How do you know so much about this?” Kuboyasu asks.

“I traveled a lot to Okinawa when I was younger.” Kyousuke shrugs him off. “My uncle lives there, so we visited him over the summer.”

Saiki perks up at the mention of Kyousuke's family. 

“Kuu-chan, what are you planning to do on this trip?” Sweetly purrs Aiura, placing a hand on Kusuo's bicep. “I wanna see the beaches-

“This bitch needs to back off Kyousuke's man.” Saiki frowns, his eyes shift to Teruhashi, she's sitting like a perfect doll, but that glint in her eyes is unmistakable. “Kyousuke, you himbo, stop fucking around!!”

Kyousuke blinks, his fingers lingered on his lips for a moment, wondering if the kiss they shared a few weeks ago was real or just a fucked-up figment of his drugged imagination.

He's suddenly on his feet, awkwardly walking up to the pink-haired psychic, eyes quietly shifting to the green-haired woman, looking past her, like she isn't even there. “Kuu-chan, can I, um, speak to you, over there for a minute.” He doesn't wait for an answer, just drags Kusuo towards the restroom.

They don't get far before Saiki pulls his arm away, huffing like an exasperated boyfriend. “Don't pull me… What do you want?” 

The runaway shifts uncomfortably, moving closer to the small teen. “I need a favor.” He rolls his blonde hair in between his fingers, chewing on the inside of his lips before blurting out. “Can you please teleport my Molly to your house and give it back to me when we're in Okinawa.” He breathes rushed, hushed, like asking for this favor was literally killing him.

“No.” Kusuo says bluntly, walking away but Kyousuke clasps his hand- 

Wisteria and glitter flutter around the air, twinkling like fireflies in the night sky. 

“Let go-

“Kuu-chan.” The blonde snarls under his breath, stepping closer to the pinkette, practically trapping him in his grasp. “This trip is a reward for all the hard work I did during the festival- I deserve this.” 

Considering how sick he had been feeling, it was probably the last time he would physically be able to see Okinawa, his lack of money didn't help. 

“Just flush them down the toilet or something.” He mutters under his breath, all too aware of the eyes staring at them- It makes him nervous, he's standing out. His face feels hot. “This is why everyone thinks you're an idiot.” 

“But…” Kyousuke pouts, running his fingertips up Kusuo's loose-flitting sweater, playing with the hem of his collar. Kusuo blinks, his eyes twitch, was he really flirting with him? Throwing a tantrum? What the fuck? It's kind of off-putting. “Kuu-chan, please I'll do anything- Anything at all- I can suck your dick-

“Shut up.” Kusuo glances around, annoyed at the nasty thoughts his classmates had- 

“I would take that offer.” He clenches his fists, glaring at the random guy that just thought that. “I didn't say that out loud, did I?”

“Is he bothering you?” Aiura thinks, taking a step forward. “Should I tell him something?”

“Fine, come on.” Saiki shoves the blonde into the bathroom, this was so annoying, he could feel a headache coming on. “Give them.” He practically snatches the little mint box full of pills out his hand; teleporting home, in his bathroom, where he stands over his toilet, intending to flush them. 

Something feels wrong, really, really wrong. 

He sighs, teleporting into his bedroom, tucking the little box underneath his pillow, before returning to the bathroom, where Kyousuke is waiting for him with bright, glimmering eyes.

“Thank you so much- I'm literally so happy!” He smiles, swaying slightly- Then he's on the psychic, wrapping his arms around his waist. It mirrors that time at the boutique, Kyousuke sliding a hand underneath Kusuo's sweater. “Since you did me this favor, does that mean you want the reward~” He purrs against Saiki's ear. “Is that something you want from me, Kuu-chan~” 

Kusuo stiffens, breath caught in his throat, he could feel the blonde's cold hands freeze to their spot, maybe he finally understands the compromising position they're in, or he's waiting- 

Waiting for Kusuo to make the first move, to push the relationship forward. “I- 

“The plane is- Oh, I'm sorry!” Kuboysau quickly shuts the door, ears burning a deep shade of red. “I didn't mean to interrupt, but- um, we're boarding… So, um- We need to- I, I'm just gonna go.”

“I only helped you because you were being annoying.” Kusuo shoves the blonde off him, patting down his shirt. “And because you know I have powers and I didn't want you to tell anyone.” 

Kyousuke gasps, dramatically placing a hand on his chest. “I can't believe you think that of me, I would never use your sneaky powers to blackmail you.” He pouts. “Good to know you think so little of me.” 

The psychic rolls his eyes, pushing past the blonde. 

The winning class quickly passes through security, boarding the rather luscious airplane in less than fifteen minutes. 

The airplane itself is large, it has a handful of tables towards the back and some couches up front, with room to comfortably walk around. 

Kyousuke takes a seat on one of the tables towards the back, throwing his bag on the seat next to him. Kusuo blindly follows, sitting in front of him, internally rolling his eyes when Aiura throws herself onto the chair next to him. 

“Is this seat taken-

“Yes.” The blonde frowns slightly. “It's for Metori-chi.” 

“I'm sure he won't mind.” Mikoto smiles, placing her snacks onto wooden the table; starting a one sided conversation with Saiki. 

“Thanks for saving me a spot!” Teruhashi beams, throwing her heavy bag into the blonde's lap. “Are you excited!! I can't wait, my heart is beating so fast- Here feel it!” She takes Kyousuke's large hand, placing it on her chest. “It's so fast, isn't it!” 

“It feels like it's about to explode.” He mutters, running his hand up her neck, curling her silken hair behind her ear. “Y'know, sometimes I forget just how beautiful you are- Your personality kind of ruins it-

“Ugh, shut up.” She huffs, pushing his hand away. “Your personality also ruins it for me.” 

“You would think it's my dick that ruins it for you.” Jokes the blonde, trying to hide his amusement. 

Teruhashi opens her mouth, shocked and a little bit offended at the obvious joke. “Ya, you would know a lot about dicks.” 

Kyousuke snorts, laughing loudly as the drugs kick in, smiling dumbly at his best-friend. “You're fucking dumb.” 

With a giggle of her own, Teruhashi looks away, just for a second, catching Aiura's confused eyes. She freezes, like she didn't know they were being watched, awkwardly leaning into Kyousuke's personal space, like an anchor, digging through her bag of sweets. 

“I brought your favorite.” She smiles softly, but her thoughts are louder than her outer voice. “What does she have that Kyousuke doesn't- It's the tits.” She sets the bag of chips on the table, patting the blonde's bicep. “I didn't know Saiki-kun had such tastes- I mean, they are both trashy-

“Don't talk about your friend like that.” Saiki thinks, looking out the window. 

“Ah, bet Kyousuke's jealous!!” She screams in her mind. 

Kusuo chokes, turning pale.  

“Oh, my god!” Kyousuke gasps, reaching across the table to gently hold Kusuo's hand. “Are you ok?” 

Kusuo cringes, jerking his hand back- His cheeks burn, heat rising up his neck. Everything feels warm, he quickly cools himself down, awkwardly ruffling his hair. “Don't touch me.” 

“Damn.” Kyousuke scoffs, turning on his chair to face Teruhashi. “Can I have my game?” 

“Oh, yes.” She rummages through the blonde's backpack, frowning when she can't find what she's looking for. “Did you not put it in the bag?” 

“Me?” Kyousuke clicks his tongue, curling his body around Teruhashi's pink backpack. “Says the girl who was dancing in her underwear, instead of packing. Maybe we wouldn't have been late, and I wouldn't have had to call Metori-chi to pick us up because you didn't want to pay for the taxi-

“You didn't want to pay for the taxi- 

“It was expensive!” Huffs the blonde. “This is your fault- Oh, Kyousuke, which bikini looks better? Does this one match the color of my nippl-

“Shut up!” She frowns, placing a hand over his mouth; Kyousuke takes her tiny, delicate hand into his, licking her palm, making Teruhashi recoil. “Eww, that's disgusting!!” 

“Hum, you taste like salt-

“Don't describe how I taste." She whines, pouting her plump lips. “Especially in front of Saiki-kun.”

Mikoto glances at the blue-haired girl, frowning as she watches her interactions with the blonde. 

Something about the relationship with the guy that keeps harassing Kusuo was odd… Something about it seemed wrong. They acted more like best-friends or siblings than an actual couple, hum? 

Why would they lie about that? 

What was happening? 

Did Teruhashi Kokomi have a crush on Saiki? Was this a love triangle?? It makes sense, that's why his relationship with Kyousuke is so awkward and weird, because they both love the same woman! 

Ah, of course someone like Kusuo attracted someone as beautiful and cool as Teruhashi, he really is the main character. 

No matter, she would give it her best shot! 

“Teruhashi Kokomi, we'll be rivals from now on!!” She laughs in her mind, fixing her curly green hair before turning to Saiki. “Saiki-kun, what are you gonna do in your free time-

“If you're not doing anything, maybe you'd like to join us!” Teruhashi beams, tucking her hair behind her ear. 

“Leave Kuu-chan alone, god-forbid he wants to sit in silence and stare out the window.” With the roll of his eyes, the blonde turns towards Teruhashi, leaning into her personal space. “So are you gonna go out with Saiko or not, ‘cause this airplane is really big.” Sapphire eyes dart across the large open space, humming in approval. “He was telling me in the car, he bought it just for the class trip, and- And I'm starting to think being a neglected housewife isn't too bad.”

Teruhashi's face scrunches into a confused snarl, rolling a strand of smooth blue hair in between her fingers before tucking it away behind her ear. “You literally hate the guy, you wouldn't last more than a week, I mean, you remember the old lady with black hair-

“Hey, hey- She's not that old.” Mutters the blonde, rubbing his neck, glancing at the two psychics overhearing their conversation. “I was probably on Ketamine ‘cause I don't remember shit- Anyway, did you know Saiko has a private island in Okinawa, he said, Daddy gave it to him, when he got a 100% on a test, in like, the third fucking grade.”

“Oh-wow.” Hums the blue-haired girl, shifting her gaze around the sturdy wall of the luxury airplane. “Y'know, maybe we can be sister-wives.” 

Kyousuke snorts, giggling loudly as he covers his mouth with his hands. “Don't worry Komi, you can be my mistress, I'll start a Harem- Kuu-chan, you wanna join my Harem?” He smirks, giving the pink-haired psychic a playful wink. 

“No, thank you.” Saiki deadpans, sitting stiffly. “I'm not interested in being anyone's side-piece.” 

“Aww, Kuu-chan, don't get all depressed.” Hums the blonde, reaching across the table, and under the girl's watchful eyes, takes the pinkett's hand, smiling softly. “I'm only joking-

“I don't care-

“Plus, I promised Mom I would take care of you-

“Don't call my mom tha-

“And give her lots of grandkids!” Beams the blonde. 

The table is silent, the whole airplane seems to have heard, and from Kuboysau's and Kaido's table all you heard was a loud, sharp slap. 

Chapter Text

After a long flight, they land, take a fifteen-minute bus-ride to a marina, where Kyousuke curls into himself, falling asleep on Kusuo's shoulder. 

The dock is made of concrete, sun high in the sky as they board an hour-long yacht ride. 

It's not nice, the yacht is wonderful, large and spacious but the day is hot, it's been a long, long ride and the sun is burning against Kyousuke's skin. The saltiness of the sea isn't helping, or the rocking of the boat.  

Kyousuke sits between Teruhashi and Saiko, knees pressed close to his chest, eyes shut as he tries to keep the bag of chips he ate earlier down. 

An hour later they finally make it to Saiko's private Ryokan on a large tropical island. 

A perfect reward for a class that actually puts effort.

Kokomi helps him with his bag, holding his hand as Metori steadies his wobbly legs. There's a rock pathway leading up to the beautiful wooden Ryokan, the scent of something sweet makes Kyousuke feel less dizzy.

“Welcome!!” A handful of maids and butlers chime from the large double-doors. A thick jungle of palm-trees and greenery swallows the manor, swaying softly in the breeze. 

It looks straight out of a Manga, Kyousuke has to squint his eyes to keep the imaginary  glitter floating around from getting into his eyes. 

“It looks like an old castle.” Teruhashi hums, running her hand up Kyousuke's back, rubbing circles into his ribs. 

Kusuo watches, running his fingers over the back of his neck. 

“Kyousuke-sama.” This older man in a suit smiles at the blonde, worry pinches at his eyebrows, taking their bags from Teruhashi as the class filters into the Ryokan. “Are you feeling alright, maybe a little sea-sick?” 

“Shinji-san.” Kyousuke smiles weakly but his legs give out, Saiki teleports next to him, wrapping a hand around the blonde's waist, fingers sliding up his ribs. “I feel like i'm going to vomit- 

“Is there a bathroom?” Saiki asks. 

The older man with salt-and-pepper hair, bobs his head. Saiki silently follows him into the traditional Japanese home, like a proper Ryokan it's decorated with expensive calligraphy, earthy Tatami floors and paper sliding doors. 

Thankfully the bathroom is modern, Kyousuke stumbles like a newborn deer, gripping the edge of the toilet as he vomits up his snacks; Kusuo holds his hair. 

“Kyousuke-sama, should I call a doctor?” The butler asks from the door. “We have nausea medicine but If your-

“It's fine.” Gasps the blond, fake blue eyes glued to the vibrant red blood pooling on the edge of the toilet. He quickly flushes it, gripping Saiki's hand as he catches his breath. “I think I just need to rest.” He sighs, out of breath. “Please don't worry about me- I don't want you to get in trouble.” 

“I'll fetch you some medicine and something to calm your stomach.” The older man smiles sweetly. “Head back to your room, ok?” He bows his head, leaving the two alone in the bathroom.

“You look like shit.” Kusuo frowns, glancing down at the blonde's freezing hands. 

“I'm tired.” He sighs deeply, shutting his eyes. 

For a long minute nothing happens; Kyousuke slumped against the bathroom wall, dark eyelashes gently kissing his cheeks. Kusuo's frown deepens, like that was possible, running his fingertips over the boy's cold cheek. 

“Are we gonna kiss?” The blonde whispers through his chapped lips, leaning into the warm touch. 

Saiki doesn't say anything, after a minute the blonde pulls away, using the wall to help himself up. 

They walk back in silence, Kyousuke's steps seem firm but his short breath never stops, like it hurts him to even walk. Kusuo's hand hovers over his lower back, watching him from the corner of his eye. 

Something was wrong, very, very wrong. 

Once they get to the room they're sharing with the rest of their male classmates, Kyousuke sits next to the redhead, feat curled underneath himself, head resting on the short coffee table. 

Like a protective dog, Saiki sits next to him, drinking his cup of tea while simultaneously keeping an eye out for the blonde. 

A few hours passed, the rest of his classmates had changed into those thin yukata's provided by the Ryokan, lounging around the room when Kyousuke woke up. He silently drank some tea, looking at the maroon liquid like it held all the answers. 

Soon a maid called them down for dinner, the boys quickly filtered out the room all but the blonde, still mindlessly staring at his drink.

Kusuo lingers at the door, this frown plastered on his handsome face. “Do you still feel sick?” 

“Oh, um- Sorry.” The blonde rubs his face, getting up from the floor with a stiff grunt. “Where is- Um, hey can I have my pills?” He glances around the room, at the open window, the darkness of the trees, swaying softly in the ocean breeze. “Please?” 

“No-

“What- Why the fuck not?” Frowns the blonde. “You can't just go bac- Are you even paying attention?” 

Kusuo practically jumps out of his skin when Kyousuke places a hand on his shoulder, jerking back so hard he stumbles on someone's bag, falling on his ass with a loud squeak. 

The blonde blinks, looking at the pink-haired psychic on the floor, pale as a ghost, then at the empty room. Nothing's out of the ordinary, no, nothing but a tiny, glossy, purple-green bug lazily sitting on the paper-sliding doors. 

“Are you?” Incredulously asks the blonde, laughing without much humor. “Is the Great Saiki Kusuo, God of everything, really scared of bugs?” 

“Get it out-

“Are you actually scared?” Mocks Kyousuke, this dumb smile spreads across his face- Something clicks. Kusuo saw the second the idea formulated in the blonde's fucked-up mind, his body sways, eyes a tiny slit of vicious mockery. “What should I do~” He seethes, picking up the tiny beetle, watching as it buzzes in his hand. “Are you going to be a good boy and bring me my Molly, or maybe I should release-

Kusuo makes this sharp sound, disappearing with a swoosh, a second later he's standing by the door, across the large room. “Here.”

“Toss them.” He sneers, squinting his cynical eyes, like he physically couldn't trust the psychic. 

With a curl of his lips, Kusuo tosses the mint box at Kyousuke's feet, expectedly eyeing the beetle. 

The tall blonde scoffs, with a dramatic roll of his eyes, turning on his heels, gently releasing the bug before shutting the sliding window with a soft click. His cold fingers grip on the tiny box, slipping it into his pocket before turning to Kusuo with an apologetic smile. “Sorry, Kuu-chan~” He giggles, tucking some of his greasy blonde hair behind his ear. “I didn't want to use such underhanded tactics but you weren't being very fair, y'know.” 

“Thank you.” Kusuo mindlessly sighs, taking off his glasses as he tiredly rubs his eyes. 

Kyousuke stiffens, wide eyed, mouth open. 

It's like he can see clearly. 

It's the way the light catches Kusuo's face, adorning his pretty eyes, those heartless, cruel eyes. He can see it, the light at the end of the tunnel, a reason to live. Kusuo's frown-lines, the way the room smells like Vanilla-Bean. 

“They're calling us down for dinner.” Saiki fixes his glasses on his face, eyeing the blonde. “What's wrong with your face- Are you feeling sick?” 

“Are you calling me ugly?” Chuckles the blonde, but it's hollow, like he's just physically in the room. “I'm fine, it's- It's nothing. I'm going to change and I'll see you downstairs.” 

Kusuo hums, shutting the door behind him, leaving the blonde alone in the room. 

The blonde looks around the room, at the yukata sitting neatly on top of his bag, he slumps onto the floor, squatting as he buried his face into his knees. 

“You're being an idiot.” He whines to himself, slipping out of his clothes and into the thin yukata, tying the obi at his waist and draping the haori-coat, Shinji-san so kindly put out for him. He's always cold, fingers losing blood circulation because of his condition, even in this Caribbean heat he still found himself shivering; it was nice if the older man. 

The room is surprisingly bright under candle light, Teruhashi is sitting towards the back of the room, looking rather annoyed, even with her perfect-pretty fae. “Kyousuke!” She beams, waving him over. 

Mumei bounces towards the table, sitting on the pillow next to her, leaning into her, placing a kiss on her cheek. “Hey, beautiful.” 

“Do you feel better?” Placing a dainty hand on the blonde's forehead, she hums thoughtfully. “You're so delicate, my precious flower.” Kusuo frowns, picking up a fried Goya, shoving it into his mouth as he watches Teruhashi slide a hand down the blonde's neck, her hand briefly disappears under his yukata, pawing at his flesh. 

“I like your kamawanu yukata, Kyon-kyon.” Mikoto smiles from next to Kusuo, shoulder-to-shoulder with the psychic. “It's so cute on you!” 

“Oh.” The blonde runs a hand against the collar of his blue-and-white yukata, the dark-blue haori-coat falls off his shoulders, golden hair brushing against his face as he leans forward, smiling softly. “Thank you so much.” 

“Um, it's no problem.” She chuckles awkwardly, looking down at her Okinawan stir-fry with a little blush. “Ah, um, anyway, are you guys excited for tomorrow?” 

“We're going to the beach tomorrow morning, right?” Yumehara leans into Mikoto's space, cautiously eyeing Kusuo, rolling her copper hair in between her fingers.  “That sounds exciting, don't you think?” 

“I'm ready to play a mean game of volleyball!” Hairo smiles, mouth full of food.

“Eat your Chanpurū, Kyousuke.” Teruhashi scolds as the conversation moves on, engrossed in each other's excitement. “I saved you a plate, you should eat it- 

“I'm still sea-sick.” Kyousuke pushes the small plate of food away from him, Mera quickly snatches it up, bowing her head as she shoves the food into her mouth. “Thanks tho.” 

Teruhashi frowns, her fingers soothe the blonde's self-harm scars. “This isn't about Kari-san, is it?” She whispers, soft enough for it to be drowned out by the excited conversation of their classmates but not for a psychic. “Is she still bothering you about your weight?” 

“Not more than usual.” He chuckles, rolling Kokomi's hair in between his fingers. With a tiny smile he pinches her cheek. “Aww, my baby is so worried-

“Ya, duh- You worked hard to bring us here.” She grabs his wrists, giving him this pointed look. “I want you to have fun- If not, then what was the point?” 

Kyousuke blinks a few times, wrapping her arms around her, snuggling into her neck. “That's why I love you so much.”

Kusuo frowns, stabbing his food. 

×

“Why are you mad?” Kyousuke asks through the excited buzz of their classmates heading to the hot spring, after their meal. It sounded like a good idea before, Kusuo isn't sure why but he feels irritated… 

At least, more than usual. 

Then there's Kyousuke, hair glowing like gold underneath the oil lantern lighting up the room. He's nursing a warm cup of tea, yukata falling off his shoulder, exposing his cold skin. 

“I'm not.” Kusuo frowns ugly. 

“Is it because of what happened earlier?” Almond eyes flicker towards the washi-paper doors, cocking his head slightly. “You good?” 

Kaido jerks, like he's been caught, before becoming a nervous wreck, dramatically waving his arms in the air. “I wasn't looking or anything- I just, um, Are you not going to join us?” 

“Na, I still feel sea-sick.” Sighs the runaway. 

“Come on Kaido, leave the love-birds alone-

“Love? What, no.” Awkwardly laughs the blonde. ”We're not-

“Just ignore it.” Saiki stands up from the table, walking to the futon's, placing his away from the window. “I'm tired, I'll go tomorrow.” 

“Um, ok-

“Are-san.” Kyousuke calls, resting his chin on the palm of his hand, leaning forward. “If anyone wants to peep on my girlfriend, make sure you kick them in the balls for me, ok?” 

The purple haired guy bobs his head, shutting the flimsy door behind him. 

“You and Teruhashi.” Kusuo asks before he can stop himself. “No, nev-

“Hum?” Lazy eyes flicker towards him, glowing that fake shade of blue Kusuo hates; he's never realized just how alike they are, lying to the world to fit in. “We're not actually going out, you know that, right?” 

Saiki sighs, taking off his glasses, setting them on the edge of the table. “Ya, ya- I'm just tired.” He rolls his neck, pawing at his tender flesh.

"Take your shirt off-

“What!?” Frowns the psychic, suspiciously eyeing the blonde as he uncurls his lengthy body, standing to his full height. “What are you doing?”

“It's nothing inappropriate, I promise.” Kyousuke's already standing in front of him, smiling, the wrinkles around his eyes make him look like a sly-fox. “But it's better if you take off your shirt.” It's a little too sweet, kind of off-putting but before Saiki can say anything the blonde is already lifting up his shirt. “Yup, up it goes- Careful with the antennas. Ok, lay down.” 

Pink eyebrows pitched together, irritation oozes out of him, covering the room in this cold, purple tint. “Do anything perverted and I'll kill you.” He slowly does as he's told, not really understanding why. “Got it?”

“Dude, chill.” Mumei chuckles, climbing on top of the psychic, carefully sitting on his lower back. “I'll help you relax, I promise.”

A sharp hiss leaves Kusuo's mouth when the blonde suddenly presses a freezing hand on his back, spreading his skinny fingers over the muscle; pressing down with his whole body weight. “Shit.” He curses, feeling as his body relaxes underneath Kyousuke's nimble fingers. 

It feels good. 

He whines when Kyousuke runs his fingers down his spine, cracking his back, his fingers spread wide, almost pawing at his skin. Back and forth. Softly working out years worth of knots from his back, he really did deal with a lot of dumb, annoying people. 

“It's ok to sleep if you're tired- You didn't pay for the full package, so unfortunately you don't get the happy ending.” He chuckles, working his fingers up Kusuo's neck, he's careful with his antennas, pressing his fingertips against the carotid artery, squeezing his shoulders before sliding his hands down to his lower back, then up again. 

Saiki sighs deeply, shutting his eyes.

This feels different from when people normally touch him, since he can't really feel people's touch. It's kind of hard to explain but it's like a feather. Light, airy- But this, it's good, strong. 

That doesn't sound too bad.

Kyousuke rolls his palm over the pinkett's shoulder blade, working at the tight muscles. Holly shit, does this guy ever relax? Guess not. He has more knots than most fifty-year old men… 

It must be hard for him to do anything with all the voices in his head, all the time, it's a surprise he's able to fall asleep at night. 

Leaning back Kyousuke sighs, he should have let him keep the shirt on. Kusuo's sleeping and getting him into that shirt is going to be a nightmare. 

Twenty minutes- 

It took him twenty motherfucking minutes to put his shirt back on. His antennas are a nightmare, but eventually he did it, sighing as he adjusted his limp body on the fluffy futon. 

He looks peaceful. 

Kyousuke likes that look, a lot. He wonders what he'd look like if he smiled- He would like that look a lot more, he's positive.

A ping echoes from his phone- 

Ugh, is she ever going to leave him alone? 

Kyousuke lays his head on Kusuo's pillow, enjoying the silence, his soft breathing. He'll answer her in a minute, just one minute. 

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Kyousuke squints his eyes, shielding his vision from the harsh sun with his hand. It's hard to see with the early morning sun beaming down at him but it must be beautiful, the swaying sound of the ocean was enough… 

But, it's hot.

Sweat rolls down his chin, soaking into the collar of his pink Hawaiian shirt. “It's hot.” He complains, whining as he fans himself with his hand.

“Come on Kyousuke!!” The prettiest girl of them all, beams from across the beach, placing their bags next to one of the umbrellas. “Hurry up, slow-poke!!” 

“Ugh, it's so hot!” Kyousuke whines, making his way across the scorching beach. Nendo runs past him, unbothered by the sun; somehow not sinking into the sand. He's followed by Hairo and a handful of male students. The blonde watches as they run towards the water, splashing each other, like a commercial for a seaside resort. “Why is it so hot?” 

“Because it's a tropical island.” Saiki huffs from behind the blonde, eyeing him for a minute before walking in front of him. “What? Can't do it? Want me to carry you?” He mocks. 

“I don't want anything to touch me, dude.” The blonde rolls his eyes, lifting the bottom of his shirt to wipe away the sweat. 

Saiki shamelessly goggles the blonde, eyeing his flat stomach and that inky-black happy-trail disappearing underneath the waistband of his swim shorts. He swallows thickly, walking in front of the blonde, ignoring the desperate pleads for him to  wait. 

Kyousuke's still a few steps behind him when he reaches the umbrella, taking the one next to Teruhashi. 

“It's so fucking hot!!” Kyousuke moans, dropping his bag into the sand, dramatically throwing his skinny body into the beach-chair he shared with Teruhashi Kokomi. “How the fuck i'm I suppose to be a good person when it's so fucking hot out here!!” 

“Aww, you big baby, isn't it hot in Kabuki-cho during the summer?” Teruhashi fans him, pushing his dry blonde hair away from his face. 

“I have AC in Kabuki-cho!!” He pouts, sitting upright on the beach-chair, taking the uchiwa-fan away from her, fanning himself. “Let me put sunscreen on you so you can fuck off-

“God, your such a fucking asshole.” She shakes her head, taking off her bikini-cover, facing away from the blonde. Rubbing the lotion on his fingers Kyousuke slips a large hand up her back, rubbing in the product. 

Kusuo watches from the sidelines of their friendship, confused and a little distressed at the odd rush of raw emotion bubbling up in his chest, it gets worse, painful even, when Mumei hooks his fingers underneath her bikini, dangerously close to her breast. “Their you go-

“Feeling me up a little, ha?” The blue-haired girl jokes, elbowing the blonde. “You want me to get your back?” 

“Na, I'm not taking this shirt off- I'll have the whole class thinking you're a freak.” He scoffs, capping the bottle of sunscreen, tossing it carelessly onto the beach. “Go take all those damn pictures you've been crying about.” 

Teruhashi glances at the psychic from the corner of her eye, she hums, this wide, knowing smirk plastered on her pouty lips. “I see.” She giggles, pushing her smooth blue hair away from her face as she stands. “Don't have too much fun without me.” 

“Whatever.” The blonde sighs, sitting criss-cross on the long chair, rapidly fanning himself. 

“What happened to your back?” Saiki asks when Teruhashi is out of earshot, talking to the other girls, convincing them to take some pictures so the two lovers could have their moment. 

Kusuo isn't sure if he's grateful for that or not. 

“Um, I don't know if you're cool with talking about, um, like sex and shit.” The blonde leans forward, turning his head to his best-friend, pulling the girls away from them and towards the Ryokan, to get better pictures, probably. “I don't really talk about that kind of stuff with you, ‘cause I, um, kind of assumed it made you uncomfortable.” He sighs softly, peeking at Kusuo through his dark eyelashes. “We totally can, if you want- But if it makes you uncomfortable, I totally understand.” 

“I don't really care.” Saiki finds himself saying, looking out at the gorgeous blue sea, mixing in with the bright summer sky. “It's so prevalent in people's minds I don't really notice it anymore- Don't really care for it myself so… I guess, I don't have strong feelings about it.” 

“So like… If you don't mind me asking, are you still a virgin?” The blonde looks away, laying his head on his lap, trying to hide the color blooming on his face. 

“Ya.” Confessed Kusuo. 

“Oh.” Kyousuke revels in the answer, fingers twitching nervously around the fan. He suddenly has too much energy in his body, heart beating loudly against his ribs, face flushed red. “Have you ever thought about, um, y'know, losing your virginity?” 

Saiki jerks slightly, a little caught off guard by the blunt question. He frowns, looking down at his fingers where he's been nervously picking at the skin around his nails. “No.” The words fall out his mouth so easily. He hates the idea, the notion makes him want to vomit. “That sounds disgusting.” 

“Oh.” The blonde chokes, picking at the scars on his wrist. The angry-red marks Kari-san left on his back burn, he feels dirty, marked by the psychic's words. 

“Is that a deal-breaker for you-

“What, no!” Kyousuke frowns, a little offended, turning to give the psychic a pointed look. “Of course not- I can appreciate a person without having sex with them, y'know.” 

“Really?” Saiki blinks. 

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Snarls the blonde, digging his black nails into his wrist. “Oh, you piss me off- 

“Says the dumb blonde that ran away from home.” Kusuo scoffs, emotions bubbling inside his chest. Because ya, Mumei Kyousuke always manages to piss him off, without even trying sometimes.

“Don't call me dumb- You don't know shit about me.” The psychic frowns at the audible crack in the blonde's voice. There's something hateful and raw about his words, Kusuo can't help but turn to eye the fake blonde. “What the hell was I supposed to do? I was thirteen. I- I didn't deserve everything that's happened to me- I was scared and lonely… I… I don't expect ‘Mister Suburb’ to understand.” 

Saiki stays silent for a long, tense breath, processing the bombshell dropped on his head. 

He forgets sometimes that Kyousuke is a complex person, not affected by the rules of the comedy he lives in, with experiences some of the people in his life could never come close to. 

Sighing softly, he stands, sitting next to the blonde. 

An awkward minute passes before he speaks, careful with his words. He knows Kyousuke isn't a woman but he's seen his dad defuse his mom's rage with a handful of words… 

It can't be that hard, right?

“You, um, wanna get out the heat and see your uncle?” He offers. “You said it had been some time since you've seen him, right?” 

Kyousuke frowns, looking away, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding. “Fine- But don't ever call me dumb- Or shallow. Sex isn't important to me, like at all- I like people for who they are, not what they look like.” He scoffs. “And you're buying me something cold.”  

Kusuo chuckles, rubbing his face with a happy little sigh. “Sure thing boss.” 

The blonde pouts, shifting to stand up, he digs his feet into the warm sand, wiggling his toes. It feels nice against his usual frigid skin. 

They sneak out. 

It's surprisingly easy, Kyousuke asks Shinji-san, the older man swiftly arranges for the Captain of the yacht to take them to the mainland; handing him some motion-sickness pills. 

The trip isn't as unbearable as before, it's still sunny but he doesn't feel sick, not even a headache. 

“We'll be leaving at ten, so try to be here a little earlier, Saiko-sama.” The Captain hums from the top of the large yacht.

“We will- Thanks so much!!” The blonde yells, waving at the older lady, before turning to Saiki, pushing some of his messy golden hair behind his ear. “Me and Metori-chi aren't married yet and i'm already treated so well- 

“I thought it was about the principal?” Saiki scoffs. “You really think you'd be able to go out with Saiko?”

Kyousuke, hums thoughtfully, fidgeting with the phone in his pocket, a cruel reminder of the world outside this wonderful fairytale. “It's more about the experiences than the money, I think.” He shrugs. “He just happens to be able to give me that- He is a brat tho, and I think I'd like someone with a firm hand. I can be a little crazy so people that are overly nice aren't really my cup-of-tea.” 

“You really are a Masochist.” Saiki rolls his eyes. 

Kyousuke laughs, a bright and honest laugh. “Ya, maybe a little.” 

×

After a taxi drive, a fifteen-minute ferry ride and a long, long walk up some forested jungle, they finally make it to a small baby-blue house. 

There's a handful of potted plants by the door, a vending machine to the right and a well-used bike to the left. The mouthwatering scent of something cooking blows across the bright-blue sky, mixing with the soft sway of the palm trees. 

Kyousuke takes a deep breath, nervously fidgeting with the hem of his Hawaiian shirt, he knocks on the metallic screen-door. 

There's some shouting from the inside, a loud bang before the door is swung open with such force it bounces off the wall. 

“We don't give refunds- That isn't our vending machine!” A young girl, around their age, screams at the top of her lungs, crossing her hands over her plump chest. “Now fuck off!!” Slamming the door shut. 

“Wait!” Kyousuke snaps, jamming his foot in the door, pulling it open with a struggled grunt. “Don't just close the door on me Lola- Come on you really don't recognize me?” 

“Ha!?” The girl frowns, letting go of the door. 

The door rubber bands open; Kyousuke stumbles backwards, crashing into Saiki's arms. He bobs his head in apology, patting the psychic's pastel-green shirt. “Sorry-

“Enough of your flirting.” The young teenage girl leers, voice venomous, rolling her sharp emerald eyes. “How do you know my name?” 

“What is happening out here?” A smooth voice calls from the door, enchanting like a siren. “What the fuck do you punks want?” 

Saiki's curiosity got the better of him, he should have known. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. He really should have known, it was obvious. He feels ashamed for not thinking about it sooner. 

Someone like Kyousuke couldn't have been raised by normal people. 

The man standing before them was tall, with wild ink-black hair, he has Kyousuke's pitch-black voids they call eyes, those dangerously sharp canines Except the man has the most beautiful sun-kissed skin, covered in tattoos, wearing an old t-shirt of a band that split up years ago and bell bottoms. 

The older man blinks a handful of times, beaming brightly at the blonde. “The Protestant son has returned.” He mocks, wrapping his arms around the blonde, holding Kyousuke in a tight hug. “Holly crap kid, you've grown up so much since the last time I've seen you-

“Uncle-Damian.” Complains the blonde, but he does nothing to push the older man away. 

“Did you dye your hair, kid?” Damian snickers, ruffling the teens dry hair. “No wonder Lola didn't recognize you- Hold up, and who are you?” 

Saiki freezes, bowing his head as he introduces himself. “My name is Saiki Kusuo, I'm Kyousuke's friend, it's a pleasure to meet you.” 

“You don't have to be so formal, kid.” The older man chuckles, hooking his arms around Kusuo's neck, smirking down at him. “A friend, ha?” He leans down to Saiki's level, whispering in his ear; “It's ok to call it by its name, no need to hide with this “friend” nonsense.” while Kyousuke reunites with his cousin. 

“It's not like that.” Kusuo whispers but it's drowned out by the blonde's bubbly laughter. He's giggling, practically snorting as the girl continues to make this ridiculously childish sound with her mouth, Kusuo just stares.

“Not like that, ha?” Damian snorts. Saiki blushes, quickly cooling himself with his powers. “Let's head inside, it's way too hot out here.” 

The inside of the house is cozy, a cool breeze blows across the messy living room thanks to the fan, the mouthwatering scent of sizzling meat has Kusuo's stomach rumbling. 

It's embarrassing. 

Damian insists they eat, all four of them gather around a small table, sharing Spam musubi from a basket. An Okinawan dish made of Spam, rice, egg, and some fried goya, wrapped in seaweed. 

Kyousuke being Kyousuke, picked out the goya, placing them on top of Kusuo's food. He simply rolls his eyes, eating the food without a fuss. They eat, drinking sake with a goddamn snake in it, from a tiny cup Kusuo sipped once. 

“This is Kyon-kyon when he was a kid.” The older man reaches across the table, handing Kusuo an old framed picture. The psychic takes it with a tiny bow of his head, wiping his greasy hand on his shorts, glancing at the fading picture. 

In the center of the photograph stands a young woman with pinstright blonde hair and almond, lavender eyes. On her hip was a little boy with black hair and her eyes, next to her is a tall raven-haired man with Kyousuke's dark-black eyes and tan skin holding a tiny dirty-blonde toddler with her mom's lavender eyes. 

“That's me in the center.” Kyousuke leans into the psychic's personal space, pointing at the small child holding both his parent's hands, his hair is a dark nest of knots, bandages on his knees, bruises blooming on his cheek. “Me and Lola used to chase the cats around the island-

“Na, don't lie to him, kid.” Damian snorts, pushing the rice stuck to his lips into his mouth with his fingers. “Kyon-kyon found out the older kids were picking on Lola and he decided he could beat them up-

“I lost.” The blonde hums melancholicly, rubbing his fingertips over the old, slightly discolored picture. 

“Ya, but they never bothered her again.” The rockstar chuckles, shoving the rest of his food into his mouth with his fingers. 

Kusuo shakes his head, it's a little unbelievable that this man is just Kyousuke's uncle. It's obvious they're related, he didn't think Kyousuke's magical “off switch button” would be genetic but here he is, unable to read both their minds. 

“Kyon-kyon's the only one of my brother's kids with any kind of spine- God bless, Sebastian for dealing with the vicious woman he calls a wife.” Damian mutters, he stops, smiling apologetically. “Sorry kid, I didn't mean to talk about your mom like that- She did punch me and called me a “Mutt” last time I saw her, so.” 

“That does sound like her.” The blonde leans into Kusuo's cool body, pressing his chest against his arm, glancing at the photograph. “This is my older brother, Kouichirou, and my little sister, Kahori.” 

“You're dad's American?” Kusuo asks, handing the photo back to the older man. 

“Mexican- They met during high-school- 

“Y'know, Akiko-san was a delinquent- She bit me the day I met her.” The older man sighs, a little melancholic. “Sebastian didn't stand a chance, they got married the day after graduation- Had Kouichirou a few months later, then Kyon-kyon and Hori-chan.” 

“What about you?” Kusuo asks, completely consumed by his new discoveries. 

“Oh, no- I didn't graduate.” Awkwardly chuckles the Rockstar. 

Kyousuke speaks around his food. “Uncle-Damian quit school to start a band-

“He means, he eloped with dad-

“You little brat, don't mention Himi-chi out of the blue, like that.” The man snaps, choking around his food. He takes a gulp of the sake, patting his chest in a soothing motion. “Ah- now I'm going to dream about him.” 

“Where is uncle-Himi?” Mumei blinks, swallowing his food. 

“Dad's on a six month work-trip to Tokyo.” Lola sighs, crossing her legs over each other. “He's on his fourth month and there isn't one day this demon doesn't complain about it-

“That's not a nice way to talk to your father, you little brat!!” The man frowns, crossing his arms over his chest. “I'm going to call him tonight and complain about you-

“You do that anyways!” The girl yells. 

Kyousuke chuckles, turning to give Kusuo a small reassuring smile. Begging him to understand the odd dynamic of their relationship. 

Everything was fine, this was normal. 

Kusuo might not be familiar with the colorful play of Kyousuke's family. He would never talk to his mom like this, his father was a different story but it wasn't usually this loud, more petty. 

Somehow, it doesn't feel wrong, it feels warm.

He still has more questions about the blonde, about his past and his mom and dad. He wants to know more, so intrigued it makes his mind a little fuzzy. The beating of his heart in his chest and the warmth of Kyousuke's body burns like a raging flame. 

“We have to get going soon.” The words cut through the loud composition, the room goes silent. 

Damian shifts ever so slightly, tucking some of his wild, greasy hair behind his ear. “So soon, kid.” 

“Ya, sorry we're on a cla-

“We can stay.” Saiki says before he can think about his words. He fixes his glasses, peering at a shell-shocked Kyousuke from the corner of his eye. “It shouldn't be a problem with Saiko-

“Ya, but-

“I don't mind.” He looks away. “You haven't seen your family in a few years, one more day won't hurt.” 

“Um, I don't-

“Come on Kyon-kyon, we could totally have a cook out tomorrow!!” Lola beams, jumping up from her chair, wrapping her arms around the psychic; squeezing him tightly. “Come on, can you really say no to this adorable little face!” 

“Um… I- Ugh, fine.” The blonde sighs. “I'll call Metori-chi and let him know.” 

“Since you'll be staying you'll need some toothbrushes.” The man starts picking up the table, speaking to his daughter without looking up. “Kyon-kyon, go with Lola- And get some goddamn ice-cream, it's fucking hot.” 

Kyousuke glances at Kusuo, questioning if he would be ok. The pinkette nods his head, watching as the bouncy girl pulls her cousin out the door. The house is silent, only the soft buzzing of the fan rings around the warm white walls. 

“So, what do you want to know?” Hums the older man, taking the stack of dishes to the kitchen, Kusuo follows with the few remaining plates, helping the man with the dishes like he sometimes helps his mom. “I bet he doesn't talk much about his family since they kicked him out-

“What?” Kusuo frowns, tightening his grip on the soapy dish. “He… He said he ran away about three years ago, um, he said, and I quote; “I wanted to do drugs and make my own mistakes, my mom didn't think it was a good idea, so I ran away.” on my soul.” 

“Akiko-san is a, um, strong-willed woman.” He sighs, handing Kusuo a plate, continuing to scrub the dirty dishes. “Her mother is a strict, heartless creature. That family stands against anything bright and colorful- When Himi-chi and I started dating, Akiko, um, she was against it.” He stops, losing himself in the colorful bubbles, this cold, hurt expression flashes across his handsome face, shaking his head. “She almost convinced Sebby to cut contact with me- I can't imagine what she would do if her son happened to be gay… They stopped visiting about, um, two years before he disappeared, I haven't talked to them since. I found out Kyon-kyon disappeared through my mom…” 

Kusuo swallows, mechanically setting the plate into the drying rack. “Kyousuke eats at my house almost every other day, he stays over those nights- He's Student Council President, gets amazing grades and has friends that care about him… He's doing great.” 

“I see.” Damian smiles, slumping into the floor as fat globs of salty tears roll down his cheeks, smiling brightly as he speaks through his sobs. “Thanks so much for taking good care of him.” 

Saiki blinks, looking around the empty house, like wondering what was happening before he reluctantly places a hand on his shoulder, patting him reassuringly. 

What a strange man…

After sobbing for a while the older man finally stops, rubbing his eyes as he apologizes repeatedly. 

They finish washing the dishes, setting them out to dry. The table is picked up, just in time for the two to return. 

If either of them saw the man's red puffy eyes they don't comment on it. 

The rest of the afternoon was spent eating sweets and looking at old pictures. Watching Kyousuke with his family was odd, he was small and cute, always in the background of the pictures. Always sitting down, with a book in his hand. It really wasn't fair, watching his older brother and cousins play while he watched in the background. 

Did his parents really not notice just how unhappy their middle child was? 

Dinner was just as delicious, they ate and Kyousuke talked about Shibuya and Teruhashi Kokomi. After dinner they washed the dishes in peaceful silence, Kusuo ignored the rush of euphoria that zaps up his spine every time their fingers touch. 

Damian sets up a futon in the living room, patting down the soft fabric as Kyousuke walks into the room, showered and ready for bed. Kusuo is offered the bath next, quickly headed back home for his shower, thanking the older man as he walked over to the large futon he was sharing with Kyousuke.

“Kuu-chan, don't touch me, it's too hot.” Complains the blonde, rolling over, spreading his legs off the fluffy futon, onto the cool wooden floor. 

The psychic rolls his eyes, fluffing out his pillow, laying stiffly on the mattress. Staring at the ceiling, he turns on his side, huffing in annoyance. 

“Fine, stop sulking.” Kyousuke rolls back towards the pinkette, throwing one long leg around Kusuo's body, wrapping his arms around his waist, fingers pressed underneath his borrowed shirt. 

Kusuo squirms one of his legs free, laying it over Kyousuke's skinny thigh, sighing when he can't get himself free. 

It's hot. 

Ugh, whatever. 

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“Bro, let's totally watch this movie- Have you seen it?” The blonde questions from across the short, coffee table, sitting criss-cross on the floor, hair a mess from his sleep. 

Kusuo shakes his head, picking up a tiny piece of his freshly caught fish with his chopsticks, bringing it to his mouth, chewing slowly. “I haven't seen it.” 

“It's really dumb- But like, in a funny way- We should watch it!” The psychic simply nods his head, enjoying his fish a little too much. It was perfectly salted without that fishy taste. Damian was right, this fish tastes one-thousand times better than the one on the mainland. 

Ugh, he totally didn't want to leave. 

The movie is dumb, it's about this killer and the group of kids he's targeting but they are really, really dumb. Kusuo finds himself rolling his eyes most of the time, numbly watching the inappropriate scenes. He finds himself enjoying it, wrapped in the plot and the plot-twist that seems to come out of nowhere. 

“Alright, you bums, get your ass up and go buy some fish” Damian stands behind Kyousuke, slapping him over the head. “Come on, you can't just lay around all day-

“That hurt, old man!!” The blonde hisses, curling into himself, rubbing his head. “I should report you-

“Here.” He holds out some cash, impatiently tapping his feet. “Get some slipper lobsters-

“I hate lobsters-

“It's not for you, dumb-ass!” The Rockstar snaps. “I'm trying to give Kusuo-kun the best Okinawan experience, you brat.” 

“Ugh, fine- I don't need your money, by the way.” Pouts the teen, turning to the large box TV before standing up. “I'll get your stupid lobsters, let me just get dressed.” 

“Ha, you don't need my money- What, you have a job?” The man huffs, shoving the money back into his pocket. It's odd, his little nephew is all grown up, his stupid brother is really missing out on his kids life because of something so stupid. “What do you do, ha?” 

“Things.” The blonde rubs his neck, walking past his uncle, into the bathroom. 

Damian frowns, glancing at Kusuo. His blood runs cold when the small pink-haired teen looks away, continuing to pick at his food. 

What kind of reaction was that? 

“The food was amazing, thank you.” Saiki bows his head, walking past the older man before he can ask any more uncomfortable questions, into the kitchen where he sets his plate. 

It takes them fifteen minutes to dress into the clothes Kusuo teleported from Saiko's private island, but eventually they are ready to go, putting on their shoes by the door. Damian watches the blonde, eyes sharpening in a familiar way but he doesn't mention it, simply wishes them a safe trip.

They walk in silence, like they always do, enjoying the soft sounds of the ocean. 

“Do you miss your family?” Saiki asks, walking next to the blonde, hands in his pockets. “You don't have to answer.” He quickly adds. 

For a long, long time Kyousuke says nothing. They walk down the hill, through town and onto the beach, waiting for the ferry to arrive; then-

Kyousuke sighs, this deep, long sigh, so exhausted the psychic feels it deep in his bone-marrow.

“I was the middle child, it was hard for me to, um, get my parents attention.” He says, dark brown eyes fixed on the glowing blue water of the Okinawan Sea. “The pushover of my dad liked my little sister better, and my mom was obsessed with my older brother… Since she was so strict, I wasn't even allowed to have friends- No TV or games- Imagine that shit.” 

“Sounds like a nightmare.” Saiki glances down at the sand, at the cool waves crashing against the warm, golden sand; soothing over the earth like a big hug. 

“I was- I was only ever allowed to study.” He scoffs, rubbing the nape of his neck as he squats down on the sand. “I mean, have you seen me write, it's practically perfect- I get it but, god, really!? Then me and Lola saw this movie. I don't remember what it's called, but I knew, that second, that I could have- I could be so much more than whatever my mom wanted me to be.” He chuckles, ruffling his hair as he stands. “I had a crush on, um, this guy- It wasn't anything bad or sexual, I mean I was in elementary school, but I made the mistake of telling my brother- He flipped out, he was really disgusted- Like really grossed out- We fought, we fought a lot, not just like brotherly fights but like full-on fistfights and yelling- Um…”

“It's fine if you wanna stop.” Saiki glances over at the blonde, taking in his disheveled hair. “You don't have to relive it.” 

“It's ok… I've just never told anyone…” He frowns, digging his nails against the rough, bumpy texture of his wrist. “We had this trip, out in Kyoto- I had this big fight with my mom, and I um, I made her cry- I mean, I was thirteen. My dad suggested we all go out to eat, to um, y'know,  breathe and, um, we went to this mall, it was big- There was this big chandelier made of papers crane, um, my parents went to get food and Ichii-nii was holding my hand and he, um, he let go.” The blonde's voice cracks, he stops, wrapping away the salty tears from his red-rimmed eyes. “He let go, told me that I should leave and die quietly in an alleyway so I wouldn't have to worry our parents anymore, then he walked away… He left me there and I… I walked out of that mall and I haven't looked back…” 

Kusuo frowns, anger flashes across his body, the sky darkens in the distance, somewhere far away a thunderstorm grows. 

Kyousuke slumps into the sandy beach, knees pressed against his chest, face hidden in his knees. “I miss them- I miss them so much… But… I don't want to see them, I'm happy with the life I live.” He glances at Kusuo as the pinkette squats on the floor next to him. “If I'm being completely honest with you, Kusuo, I think I would have killed myself if I still lived with them.” 

“Then I'm glad you left.” Kusuo whispers, leaning into the blonde's cool body, tucking his dry blonde hair behind his ear.

Kyousuke's eyes widen, he hiccups, choking on his unshed tears as he looks at Kusuo, it all seems painfully ironic. His heart aches. He's going to die soon, it's the outcome he least wanted- Or maybe somewhere deep in his greedy little heart he wanted Kusuo to like him and miss him when he's gone. “I… I hope I never see them again. I love being with you- You and Teruhashi, of course- You guys make me happy, thanks for that, by the way.” 

Somehow, Kyousuke also makes him happy. 

Kusuo feels his body move without permission, he leans forward, cupping the blonde's face before placing a tiny kiss on his lips- 

The horn of the ferry rings loudly. 

Kusuo pulls back, equally as shell-shocked as the blonde, quickly looking away. 

The horn rings one more time, they get up and pay for the ticket, sitting awkwardly next to each other. 

No one says anything.

×

Hikari-san has always been lucky. 

Since she was a child everything has always gone her way, she got into the university she wanted, paid by a scholarship. She works in the position she wanted since childhood, her office is decorated in the exact way she imagined. 

Her house is minimalistic, with sharp edges and monochromatic pictures, just like she wanted. 

It's not just her big, wild dreams, it's anything. 

If she wants to eat Sushi, someone, somewhere will make a mistake and she'll, somehow get her Sushi. It's always been like that, she always gets what she wants, no matter what, when or where. 

Well… 

Except for Mumei Kyousuke. 

She met him at the train station, although she never took the train, something told her to take it, the little voice in the back of her head, she always follows. 

He was sitting against the back wall, knees curled up to his chest, bags next to him. Hikari-san has never been a kind person, but she was intrigued. 

Kyousuke-kun, her perfect boy. 

She always loved to fuck around with the Toyoko kids, just her luck this one was looking for a place to stay. 

They fucked. 

They fuck almost every day, she's never met anyone with such a amazing tongue. He disappears every so often but he always comes back. She thanks her luck he's banned from every Love Hotel and tiny Internet Café in the entirety of Tokyo, all because of that pretty little thing he has attached to his hip. 

She likes him, a little more than she should…

So when she saw the ungrateful bitch she shared her home with, walking next to that pink-haired guy, she really couldn't help herself; she approached him when the pink-haired brat with the weird hair-clips walked away, to ues the restroom or whatever. 

“Funny running into you here.” She hums, pushing her long black hair behind her shoulder, leaning into the blonde's personal space. “I thought this was a class trip?” 

“Kair-san?” The blonde gasps, black eyes scanning the older lady's pretty face, at her Hibiscus-red dress and glowing ember eyes. “What are you doing here? Did you follow me here?” 

“No, I'm here for work- 

“Then go back to work.” Snaps the blonde, glancing around for the psychic. “Sorry, that was- I was going to text you back but my phone has no battery-

“I'm not mad- I know you get too high and forget to charge your phone.” Hikari-san hooks the back of Kyousuke's neck, pulling him down, slipping her tongue into his mouth. 

Kyousuke chokes, one hand roughly grabs onto her shoulder, the other her wrist, pulling her away. “Hey- Come on, not like this-

“But you always love it when I kiss you like that.” She purrs, trapping the blonde teenager against the wall of the fish-shop, groping his groin in broad fucking daylight. 

The blonde yelps, totally caught off guard, hands flying to her wrist as she squeezes his dick. “Wow- Hey, stop that- Not in public-

“Get your grubby hands off my Nephew!” Damian seems to come out of nowhere, shoving the older lady off Kyousuke- 

Punching her across the face. 

Hikari-san falls onto the floor, deep-red blood oozing down her chin. “I've never…” She mutters, jumping to her feet, shoving Damian away as she puffs out her chest. “I will kill you-

“Fucking try it-

“Stop it, both of you!!” The blonde yells, standing in the middle of the two adults. “Enough, goddamn it!!” 

“I'm going to sue you for everything you have!” The woman snarls, feeling Kyousuke's strong hands wrap around her waist as he pulls her away. 

“Hey- Hey, you're bleeding.” Kyousuke smiles down at her, lifting her chin up to stop the bleeding as they walk down the street. You could still hear the older man screaming, being held back by the pink-haired kid. “Does it hurt? Let's get you some ice, ya?” 

She stops, it doesn't hurt. “I can't believe he hit me, it hurts so much.” She sobs, clawing at the teens t-shirt. “I think it might be broken.” 

The blonde slumps his shoulders, sighing softly, they buy ice, sitting on a bench facing the ocean as he holds the ice to her face. “I think I might move out soon.” He says, fixing the bag of ice on the lady's face. 

Hikari-san takes a second to process, digging her nails into Kyousuke's wrist as she lowers his hand. “What the hell did you just say?” Her words are venom, jolting to her feet as Mumei stays seated. “Are- Are you kidding-

“No.” The teen sighs, rubbing his neck. “I appreciate everything you've done for me, but I can't do this anymore-

“Is it the money- Do you need more-

“I have someone I like.” Kyousuke smiles weakly, looking down at the bag of ice melting in his hand. “I like them a lot and I want to be with them and them alone… I'm sorry.” 

“You'll regret this.” She chuckles humorlessly, crossing her arms around her ample chest. “You had something good with me, y'know that, right? No sleeping on the streets, no creepy men- All the money you could want in exchange for eating me out every other day- And what, you're just gonna give that up? For this little crush? I don't want that!” 

“We don't always get what we want-

“I do!!” She screams, grabbing Kyousuke by the shoulders, shoving him hard against the sand. “You fucking brat- You fucking suck!!” She kicks sand at him, screaming as she storms away. “Fat-ass whore!” 

Kyousuke sighs deeply when she's out of sight, curling his knees to his chest as he runs his fingers through his dry hair. “That was a fucking shit-show.” 

“Ya, that was amusing.” Saiki hums from behind the blonde, chuckling when the blonde jolts to his feet, dusting the sand off his swim shorts. “Are you ok?” 

“Um, currently homeless- But aside, I'm good.” He chuckles but his hands are shaking, heart being loudly in his ears. There's this hit of color on his cheeks, shame and embarrassment mixed with the cold adrenaline running through his body. “...I'm sorry, this was a mess, I didn't know I would see her here.” 

“It wasn't your fault.” The psychic brushed some sand off the blonde's hair, glancing at his pretty eyes. “Who was she?” 

“I've been staying with her for the past few months, she pays for my stuff and allows me to stay at her house and in return… I have sex with her.” He looks away, at the sun still so high up in the sky. It's still so early, ugh, today would be a long day. “But I told her I was moving out so- I wouldn't be surprised if she burns all my crap, I would.” 

“Because of this person you like.” Kusuo whispers. 

Kyousuke turns a pretty shade of red, rolling his hair in between his fingers. “Ya, I'm not a very good person, but for them, I think I could try.” 

“Don't cut yourself short.” The psychic playfully punches the blonde's bicep, mimicking Kyousuke's show of love; physical contact. “I think you're plenty good.” 

“Kusuo-

“There you are, you little brat!!” Damian runs up to them, holding the bag of fish. “I've been looking for you everywhere!" 

Kyousuke frowns, turning to argue with his uncle. 

Kusuo finds it a little impressive how easy Kyousuke could manufacture a lie, sweet-talking the older man while reassuring him everything was fine, that the lady apologized and promised to not press charges. He painted it with rose-colored water, it made Kusuo wonder if the blonde had ever lied to him- 

He never asked, Kyousuke left, (the morning after him and Kuboyasu found him in that train station) he came back in the afternoon, grabbed his bags and told his mom he found somewhere to stay. 

It didn't even cross his mind it was a lie, he looked so sure of himself, always so confident, so loud. 

No… 

It won't be fine, but Damian didn't need to know that. 

They head back home, to that small house on a hill, surrounded by green foliage, the singing of birds and the soft summer breeze. Lola is sitting on the floor, legs crossed over each other, she bounces up when she sees them, asking about their time in the mainland. 

Nobody talks about what happened, they gather by the kitchen, painted in warm yellows as Damian cooks the fish they just brought, the TV is playing in the background, contrasting with the soft rain hitting the stain-glass windows. 

They talk about Damian's old band, about Lola and her friends from school, about the brand-new mall Damian's husband is helping build in Kyoto. 

It gets darker, lightning cracks across the sky, they were supposed to head out hours ago but the rain wouldn't stop. They stand outside, underneath the overhang, both the Gonzalez's are inside, trying to see if the ferry was running. 

“Can't you make it stop?” The blonde questions, hands crossed over each other, leaning against the door as rain splashes by their feet. The psychic says nothing, just gives him his best, most annoyed glare. “Really? So you can travel through time and space but not stop one tiny storm?” 

“Time and space?” Saiki frowns. 

“Like.” Kyousuke glances at his hand, then at his other, implying his teleportation ability. “Whatever, it doesn't matter- By the looks of it, we'll be stuck here until it passes.” 

“You're saying it like it's a bad thing.” Scoffs the pinkette, frowning slightly at the sticky weather. 

“You're enjoying this too much, y'know.” Mumei rolls his eyes, hands shaking from the early signs of nicotine withdrawals. He rolls his thumb in between his fingers, craving the familiar weight of the cigarette in between his fingers. “I guess it's better than going back to the real world, ha?” 

“...What are you going to do?” The question hangs heavy in the moist air. 

“I want a cigarette.” The blonde sighs, tossing his head back. “My life would be so much better right now if I had a cigarette.” 

“You're unbelievable.” Saiki frowns, turning to walk away. 

“Kusuo.” Kyousuke clamps a hand around his wrist, pulling him back into the conversation. “I wanted to thank you- For, um, for everything.” Cold fingers run up Kusuo's arm, pushing some of his hair away from his face. “I've been really happy lately, y'know.” 

Warmth spreads across Kusuo's chest, turning his ears a bright shade of red. He ducks his head, looking down at the cool water pooling at his feet. “Teruhashi was right, you worked hard for this trip- 

“Ya, although I know you love being in my business- Whatever the reason, thank you.” He hums happily, playing with Kusuo's earlobe, sending shivers up his spine. “You don't know how happy you make me, it makes me want to live.” He glows, cupping the pinkette's cheeks, leaning down to place a kiss on his warm, soft lips. 

It's a fraction of a second, a graze of the lips. 

Kusuo believes he imagined the rough texture of the blonde's lips, his heart thumping uncomfortably loud against his ribcage, body a raging flame. 

“Is this ok?” Whispers the blonde, body still, breath caught in his throat. He's seconds away from tears, cheeks burning red, ready for rejection.

“Ya.” The psychic whispers, mouth open. “Ya, this is fine.” His pretty, nimble fingers desperately claw at Kyousuke's shirt, holding him tightly, like he wanted to do all goddamn day. To hold the blonde's attention, his time and space. So enamored with the mystery he wants to crawl inside of him, to breathe his air. 

Kyousuke's dilated eyes flutter shut, clamping his arms around the tiny psychic. He squeaks, a loud, high-pitched sound, burying his face into Kusuo's neck, breathing his calming scent of Vanilla-Bean. “I'm so happy, I think I could die.” He speaks, voice muffled by the psychic's shirt. “I could die happy.” A large, cold hand slides underneath Saiki's shirt, fingers tracing up his spine, pressing their bodies together. “I've been wanting to hold you for a long time.” 

“You're always so cold.” Kusuo muses, shutting his eyes when Kyousuke runs his fingers up his neck, holding him tightly. 

“My heart is beating so fast I think it might explode.” He breathes Kusuo in, taking in his heartbeat, the soft sounds of his lungs expanding. 

He never realized just how small the psychic was. Saiki Kusuo is adorable. He smells so good, he's so squishy and warm. Kyousuke wants to bite into him, to swallow him whole without chewing. 

“The ferry isn't- Oh, I'm sorry.” Damian gasps, covering his mouth, bumping against the door as he takes a step back. “I didn't mean to interrupt-

“You're weren't interrupting.” Kusuo pulls away, hand on Kyousuke's chest, keeping him at arms length as he smooths out his shirt. 

“Next time, look out the window or something, old man.” Kyousuke huffs, running his hands through his hair. 

Damian apologizes, they go back inside, watching movies until dinner is ready. It's delicious. Kusuo could cry at how good the food tastes. Kyousuke promises to come back soon, to bring Kusuo along and even Teruhashi. 

The rain is starting to slow down, tomorrow they will leave after breakfast, tonight is a different story. 

Kusuo sits on the futon, legs crossed, nervously waiting for Kyousuke to come out of the shower. Fifteen minutes later the blonde came out of the shower, glancing at everything but Kusuo sitting on the bed. 

It's awkward. 

Kyousuke sits next to the pink-haired psychic, shoulders slumped, picking at his nails. “So, um, are we together, or, um?” 

“I don't know.” Saiki confesses, bringing a cool hand to his neck, playing with his baby-hairs. “I can't give you a normal relationship with sex and affection, plus, I've never done this before…” 

“I don't know if I'm doing the right thing…” Mutters the blonde, his deep brown eyes glance at the pink-haired god, blushing darkly. “I like spending time with you, I like you a lot- We don't have to put a label on it, it could just be us, y'know. No sex, no hand holding, if you don't want to.” 

“Are you- Are you sure?” Saiki nervously questions. 

Kyousuke huffs, wrapping a hand around the psychic's waist, pulling him into bed. Kusuo gasps, whining softly when the blonde smashes their lips together. It's longer, he could feel Mumei's hand cup the side of his face, tilting his head up as he deepens the kiss. 

It feels good. 

Although it is a little awkward, Kusuo doesn't know what to do with his tongue- 

Should he kiss him back? 

“Kissing is fine, right?” Sighs the blonde, pushing Kusuo's glasses off his face, seating them down gently on the floor- Kissing the corner of his mouth, his cheek before snuggling against him. “Hugging is fine, right?” 

Kusuo catches his breath, face flushed a deep crimson. He shuts his eyes, throwing his leg over the blonde skinny body. “Your hands are cold.” 

Kyousuke hums, burying his face into Kusuo's neck. 

He wants to stay like this forever. 

Unfortunately the night ends, breakfast passes in little looks and awkward blushes. They wash the dishes in silence, sun filtering through the windows, this slow love song floating through the moist air. 

Damian sobs ugly as he waves them off, practically begging them to return quickly. He stands next to his daughter, both waving them off as the ferry drifts away. 

Kusuo will miss them. 

The real world is as loud and overbearing as Kusuo remembers it being. 

Teruhashi bounces to the blonde, beaming up at him as she tells him all about her time away, no doubt complaining that he left her all alone. 

He isn't any better, quickly surrounded by his loud, obnoxious friends. Nendo and Kaido are as dumb as ever, talking about the awesome games they played with Hairo. Only Kuboyasu seems to catch onto the awkward undertones of their interaction. 

“Did you guys have fun?” Kyousuke squats on the floor in front of Teruhashi, hiding his beet-red face in his hands. “What- No, don't tell me.” The girl squats next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Did you guys fuck?” 

“No.” He pulls on his hair, squeaking a high-pitched, almost inhuman sound. 

Is he doing the right thing? 

He has to tell Kusuo- 

He has to. 

Saiki glances at the blonde on the floor as Kokomi tries to get him to talk, he rolls his eyes, what the hell was his problem? 

That was something for another day, ugh, he wasn't looking forward to the ride back home.