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eternalfics · 7 months

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…… saiki as your boyfriend !! +

warnings: adorable fluff !!

a/n: I just found this in my drafts- it’s okay because saiki is life 😊

saiki kusuo x gn reader

KUSUO SAIKI, who does everything intimate in front of teruhashi. you wouldn’t mind would you? head ruffles? check. kisses on cheek? mmm.. maybe not. he thought it was a bit embarrassing to be doing this in public, but seeing your suprised face and hearing teruhashi’s dark thoughts? it’s definitely work it.

KUSUO SAIKI, who immediately calls you after seeing a huge cockroach in the kitchen!!

“Kusuo, are you okay?!” you responded the call immediately, after seeing his alarming texts

“There’s a cock roach in the kitchen.”

“…”

not to mention you giggling in the background.

KUSUO SAIKI, who brings you to cafe dates, blessing you with his adorable face after taking a bite of coffee jelly! oh your cake is getting cold? no worries, you’ll bring home and heat it up later. for now let’s just have some very casual eye contact.

KUSUO SAIKI, who’s mother absolutely adores you, ohh her ku is growing up so fast!! she always invite you for dinner. if you decline she always makes sure you go home with a pot of food. sigh.. kusuo thinks he’s getting a headache already.

KUSUO SAIKI, who likes getting held when he’s overwhelmed. sometimes, the voices get too much for him and he just wants some love and care from his partner, maybe he’s going to rest his eyes for a little bit..

KUSUO SAIKI, who does not allow you two to go to bed angry. at first, if your angry, he’s approaches you slowly, as if your going to bite him anytime. he hugs you from behind, and rest his head on your neck, he’s giving you a choice to push him away or let him stay. eventually, you push the angry away, have a big ol’ smooch then cuddle on the couch, or on his bed.

however if it’s him who’s angry, ohhoho your in for a ride 💀. theres literally four levels of grief you have to get through.. 😭

KUSUO SAIKI, who would hit you with a basketball if he could, but he wouldn’t for two reasons. ☝️: he can’t control his powers, ✌️: he loves you, he wouldn’t say it but he definitely shows it. even if it means wanting to punch a wall after having an argument with you, it’s okay because he loves you 😊

#kusuo saiki #saiki x reader #saiki x y/n #saiki x you #saiki k #saiki k x reader #saiki fluff #saiki kusuo fluff #the disasterous life of saiki k #kusuo x reader #kusuo saiki x reader #Kusuo saiki x y/n #saiki kusuo x reader #saiki kusuo x you #saiki kusuo x gn!reader #saiki kusuo x female!reader #saiki kusuo x male!reader

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thehighpriestess1 · 10 months

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do you still do saiki smut fics? if so I would like to request Saiki who can’t keep his hands off you, he’s always touching all up on you like making u sit on his lap and have you shift on top of him. even in public, he just can’t get enough of u 🫣

sorry if it’s too much 😅

I hope you like this anon :) I hope I didn’t go overboard :)

Theme : Saiki using his powers to his benefit ;) All characters are aged up.

Warning : smut. 18+ only. Minors do not interact. Public smut.

Everyone who comes across Siki would probably describe him as a man of few words. His stoic face and calm demeanor made everyone believe that he was just a ‘chill’ guy. Even now, when he calmly agreed to have you sitting on his lap in Hairo's overfilled car. Before Kokomi could offer to switch places with you Siaki had already pulled you on his lap. You smiled at her hesitantly as you tried to adjust your short black tennis skirt.

Unbeknownst to everyone, you and Saiki had some sort of a secret relationship. Though you did not know the full extent of his power you had a vague idea that he was just different. When everyone went their separate ways after school you often found Saiki walking you to your home even though you lived on the opposite side of the town. When you forgot to do your school work, the class always ended up getting canceled. You did not know how it was happening but you had a feeling that Saiki had something to do with it. Eventually after one too many of these coincidences you confronted him and instead of confessing to making things work for you he confessed his feelings for you with a straight face. You didn’t say anything but you didn’t have to. Saiki knew.

Saiki was a completely different man behind closed doors. When in public, he did not want anything to do with anyone but behind closed doors he could not keep his hands off of you. His arms were always either wrapped around your waist or buried knuckles deep inside you. Another difference between Saiki outdoors and indoors was that while he showed a lack of energy around everyone, inside the bedroom his stamina was unmatched. He would tease and edge you for literal hours and when you’d eventually crumble at just the right touch Saiki would take you over the edge for as many times as he pleased. Somehow he knew your body perfectly, he knew when to stop and when to push for more. Never, even for a second you felt uncared for in his presence. He would groan and whine and praise you as he snapped his hips to yours. He was a passionate lover and calm best friend to you.

Even right now, On your yearly friends trip you should be talking to Everton and asking about their college life but you sat at the back quietly and watched everyone bicker over something trivial, Saiki’s arms were rubbing smooth circles over the soft skin of your thighs. He knew what he was doing. You turned your head sideways and saw Nendo passed out with a bag of chips open on his lap.

“No one will know”. Saiki whispered in your ear as he gently rocked you over his lap and you did not doubt him. His other hand snuck inside your polo t-shirt and cupped your beast over the lace bra. He put his one foot between yours and spread your legs to have you sit on top of him with your legs dangling on either side of his’. His other hand that was resting on your thigh slid in between your legs and he groaned when he felt the sticky wetness on his knuckles. He kneaded your breast with one hand and stroked your clit with the other, all the while rocking you gently over his hard on. Your mouth hung open and you swallowed your moans but Saiki didn’t want that. He wanted to hear you.

“They can’t hear us”. He whispered as he trailed kisses down your neck.

“Are…are you…sure?”. You whimpered.

Saili sucked on harshly at the juncture of your neck and shoulder and whole body twitched. “Need to hear you..trust me”.

You did. You did trust him. You let out a groan as he pulled down your lace bra and the cold air perked your nipples. No one turned around. “Fuck..Kusuo!”. You moved your hips on your own to get some friction. You clenched around nothing as Saiki continued to rub your clit over your lace underwear at an agonizing pace. “Please…need more”. You whimpered.

“You'll have to wait till we reach the hotel baby”. He smirked against your skin.

You let out another moan when you felt his clothed tip bump against your entrance. “”Tis..unfair…hotel is soo…far..fuck!”.

“What’s unfair is how you were stuck by Hairo’s side when your own boyfriend sat next to you”.

You groaned in frustration, “I was just…talking”.

“Why don’t you talk to him now? Should I let him hear you right now?”.

“No no no. Please”. You closed your eyes in frustration and decided that two can play this game.

You brought your legs forward and snuck your hand under your skirt and lifted up your ass to pull down the garment. Saiki kept his hand on yours but you swatted it away. You shimmied it down and when it reached your ankles you slowly bent down, causing the back of your skirt to lift up and give Saiki the view of your plump butt that he oh so loved and at the same time you grinded against him. When you straightened up you put the underwear in the pockets of his track pants. Saiki let out a sinful groan and you knew you had him.

“You’re teasing me”. He breathed out, running his finger through your folds.

“You started it”. You knew that his resolve was not going to crumble but you were not going to make it easy for him either. You rolled your hips and moaned his name while your one hand gripped his over your breast your other stroked his hard length.

“Fuck. You’re not making it easy for yourself”.

You chuckled. “No. I am going to make it so so so hard for you”. You spread your legs wider and leaned back on his chest and opened the top buttons of your polo giving him a view of your tits underneath. “Like what you see?”. You winked at him.

“Fuck..yes”.

“I wish you could suck on them as you filled me with your cock..”. You said sweetly.

“Don’t..stop it”. He warned.

“Why? I just want you to fuck me so hard that I pass out”. You arched your back and pouted at him. “I know you like it when my tits bounce,don’t you?”

He groaned plunged two of his fingers inside you and it made your eyes roll to the back of your head. “Is this what you wanted?”, He teased you.

“Fuck..yes yes yes..please”.

“You know that you can’t cum till we reach the hotel, right?”.

“Mmmmmm I’m about to Please let me..please…”.

“What will I Get ,baby?”.

“Anything…anything..please don’t stop..so close..please”.

Saiki smiled. He didn’t even want anything from you. He liked you like this. So dependent on him. He curled his fingers just right and with three more pumps you were gushing all over his finger and screaming his name.

“Such a good girl. My good girl”. He whispered as you caught your breath. Your body was still twitching and your mind felt fuzzy.

“Now, you are going to fall asleep and when you’ll wake up we’ll be in our hotel room and I’ll get what I want”. He winked and kissed the side of your head and your passed out.

#saiki smut #Saiki x reader #Saiki x you #Saiki x y/n #Saiki fic #Saiki fan fiction #saiki fanfic #on anon request

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ubehalayas-blog · 10 months

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Study date...?

Saiki x reader (?)

Bold n italicized words meant saiki communicating to reader telephatically <3

1st person POV (just cause)

I was doing a study session at Saiki's house. We were just rewriting notes while listening to music or to random things we find on Youtube, we were sitting at the floor with a table in front of us while Saiki sat at the opposite side of me. I looked at him and sighed as I laid down on the floor, covering my eyes with my arm "I'm so tired. Why do i even do this, I learn nothing" I complained, grunting and groaning at the floor.

As usual Saiki ignored me and continued writing and copying his notes "you know you're a Psychic, why are you studying? you can just read the thoughts of the genius in our class" I said, sitting up and leaning on my hand as I watched him write. His handwriting is indeed really pretty, not gonna lie. I'm just studying with you, he stated and I grunted in response "so you're just studying cause you want to study with me?" I teased him a bit, Well you can say it like that. He responded, to which I stilled, huh? Did I hear that right? Am I hearing things? yeah that's probably it, I should clean my ears If I have the time. no, I meant it. he said, I looked at him "Are you joking with me somehow? Is this your joke?" I asked him, he looked up at me and shook his head, in what world do I look like I'm joking? I chuckled "in a world full of Saiki Kusuo" I muttered, looking down.

I heard him let out a sigh, I'm serious, look… you know I'm bad with emotions and feelings but I think I might like you. He said, almost stuttering at the last part. I stared at him, I saw a flush of pink pass but it went away so quick. Am I dreaming? Dear God this is not a fun prank, give me back my Saiki. Pretty sure God isn't gonna help you out here. "Are you serious? you're not joking? Oh God if you're joking I'm never talking to you again" I said to him, seriously I didn't know how to respond to the situation, he looks serious but he always looks serious. "I'm serious, I know you like me and there's a chance i like you too" he said, not in my mind but he opened his mouth to say it.

He spoke to me… "you're not gonna self-destruct are you?" he asked, I looked at him blankly and shook my head "Oh God Saiki Kusuo can be my boyfriend?! This really is a dream" I chuckled, still not believing the situation. I couldn't take it seriously, so I stood up from the floor and flopped down to Saiki's bed. "Ok, now time to wake up from this nightmare," I muttered to myself, hugging Saiki's pillow. I heard Saiki's footsteps as he sat down at the edge of the bed. Enough y/n, I'm being serious, this is not a dream. We have to talk about this.

I sighed and sat up, glancing at him "Ok- sorry, i just can't believe it. I never imagined this day would come, sorry I'm not taking it seriously" I apologized scratching my thumb, he sighed and rested his head on my shoulder. It's… ok, I understand. I'm saying I might like you but I have to confirm if it's the same with yours. I took a deep breath, God I hope Saiki can't hear my heart beating fast, it's almost as if I just drank several shots of espresso. Seriously, I have to focus. I hummed in response "how… Do you want to confirm?" I asked him, regretting that I asked it, I continued to scratch my thumb.

Honestly, I don't know… you know I don't have any experience with love but whenever I think about it, If ever that… I have to, I want to experience it with you. Is that the same with yours? he asked me, I dumbfoundedly sat there, thinking about it… How Saiki wants to experience love with me, honestly I don't know if my brain is still working at this point, I heard Saiki chuckle. It echoed through the room, or it was just me "um… like do you want to go on dates with me? Do you see me being with you in the future? Do you see me more than friends?" I asked him and took a breath "because If yes, then yeah… it's just like how I like you, or love I don't know" I chuckled, trying to make things light.

Oh, he said.

God yeah he doesn't like me the way I do, I was too dumb to get my hopes up, who was I kidding he's aromantic- Then suddenly my lips were met with Saiki's, his hand slid up to my cheeks, cupping them. I stared at him for a while then melted into the kiss, my hand holding on to his shoulder. After a while he broke the kiss and looked at me, I was… in shock.

My thoughts were in shambles, And here I thought it would shut you up. He chuckled, he cupped my face and turned me to him. He rested his forehead on my mind, I could hear his short breaths, still trying to recover from the kiss.. I sighed, maybe I really am In heaven. Good grief you’re not- stop it. I chuckled and nodded “okay- I’m not, let me just… sink into this'' I flopped back down to the bed, pinching my cheeks “I’m really not dreaming?”

Honestly... this was a self-insert I wrote for myself when I was in my Saiki era (I just watched 1st season sorry.) I had such a bad obsession with him that time... he was my comfort character back then and I had more written, they’re all in 1st POV and maybe I’ll post them.

#saiki k #saiki kusuo #saiki x reader #saiki k x reader #saiki x y/n #i hate this #i shouldn't post this #good luck #saiki #saiki brainrot

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kurapikasjudgement · 2 years

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Kusuo Saiki. Yes, the Kusuo Saiki who pinned you to a wall and kissed you. He was never really good with words. “I know you like me.” He told you. ‘‘How did you-’’ You began. “Doesn’t matter.” He replied, before you could finish.

#kusuo saiki x reader #the disaster of psi kusuo saiki #saiki kusuo #kusuo #kusuo x reader #saiki k #saiki x you #saiki x reader #saiki x y/n #kurapikasjudgement #kurapikax

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takafritzz · 2 years

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♡#; req - Can you make an Saiki K. hc where reader has a fever and needs someone to take care of them? But Saiki doesn't really know what to do because he's ofc never been sick before so he's just freaking tf out. @catanaartpr0duct

♡#; warnings - none!!

♡#; a/n - hihi!! here's part two to this thing i started. heh.

♡#; genre - fluff!! w/ a lil bit of comedy.

♡#; wordcount - 739

saiki k x sick!reader (part two)

these are for you. that was a flat out lie. where had it come from? he hadn't even consciously made the decision to tell you that. he was craving coffee jelly all day, and now he was sacrificing the one thing that brought him genuine joy. was this what people described as self sabotage?

"oh my god, that's so sweet! you really shouldn't have. thank you so much," your glowing smile might've compensated for his newfound lack of coffee jelly, "uh, please, come in!" you moved aside for him.

no, thanks, he told himself. thanks, was the response you heard. he really was on a roll today, huh? putting aside his confusion and frustration towards this unprecedented behaviour, kusuo nodded courtly and carefully entered your house, taking care to remove his shoes at the doorway and wait for you before going any further.

you led him to your kitchen, where a quaint table and two simple chairs stood off to the side. "here, have a seat," you tried to make him feel welcome, "what's in the bag, anyway?"

just some coffee jelly, he delicately unpacked the dessert, which came in a pack of three plastic cups decorated with bright cartoons and colourful text. with practiced precision, he tore open the packaging and pulled out a single cup, placing it before you.

"ooh, the kusuo special!" you laughed amiably as you inspected the cup. he never got over the way you said his name.

after bringing to the table two dessert spoons, you reached into the pack and retrieved another cup. without asking if he wanted one or making a big show of offering the sweet to him, you simply placed the coffee jelly in front of kusuo.

for a few moments, he stared at you dumbfoundedly. why were you being so nice? what was there to gain from sharing dessert with a quiet, inert person like him? he never made an extra effort to please you or interact with you - didn't that bother you?

reluctantly, he accepted this offer (he can never seem to resist a coffee jelly under any circumstance, anyway). the two of you sat at the kitchen table, consuming the bittersweet delicacies in what you liked to think was a comfortable silence. once finished, you stood up. now she'll kick me out and tell me i've overstayed my welcome, kusuo concluded.

"wait here. lemme go put that math homework away and i'll be right back, okay?" you defied kusuo's expectations yet again.

he listened for the light sound of you padding up the stairs. waited to hear it again. couldn't wait to hear it again, because that would mean you were coming back to him. coming back to sit with him and talk with him and smile and laugh at him.

after some time, kusuo realised that you had been upstairs for quite a while. he crossed his eyes and, using his clairvoyance, discovered that you'd passed out on your bed. he logically conceded that this must've been the result of a sudden tired haze. you were really sick, after all. your covers were still neatly folded and your math homework was thrown messily beside you. your legs draped lazily over the side of your bed.

this was his chance to leave. but it would surely be rude, right? for you to wake up and find that he had left you behind when you had intended to spend more time with him. as though his body had a mind of its own today, he bounded up the steps to your room.

once he entered your bedroom, he stood frozen for a couple of moments. was he even allowed to be in here?

you rolled over slowly, murmuring sleep talk. you almost fell off your bed. kusuo moved forward and hoisted your body back up with both arms. he carefully unfolded your blanket and laid it over you, ensuring that it covered enough of you without making you feel uncomfortable. he adjusted your pillow with one hand, holding your head in his other with the utmost level of care he possibly could. after putting your head down, his hand moved down to hold your cheek gently. a delicate thumb swept across it.

realising this, kusuo hastily recoiled and he felt himself warm up inside as every bit of exposed skin flushed beet red. she drools. cute, he thought. a content smirk found its way onto his lips.

thanks for reading!! likes + reblogs appreciated. have a nice day! <3 part one

#saiki k x reader #saiki x y/n #saiki x reader #saiki kusou no psi nan #saiki kusuo x reader #saiki k #saiki kusuo #kusuo saiki x reader #kusuo #kusuo x reader #the disaster of psi kusuo saiki #saiki headcanons #saiki x you #saiki kusuo headcanons #kusuo saiki #the disastrous life of saiki k.#fritz writes

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xngels-world · 2 years

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4:50 pm - Saiki K

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It was 4:50 and Saiki was supposed to pick you up for a coffee (and coffee jelly) date at 5. And yet he sat in his room contemplating the decision to ever even agree to this date.

He liked you, he truly did, but he wasn't so sure it was romantic. Platonic, sure. But romantic? Did he like like you?

Now, that's a conversation he knew needed to be had. Especially if you were serious about a relationship with him.

So with reluctant thoughts, Saiki finally put his shoes on, and started his journey to finding out if a platonic-romantic relationship would be enough for you to settle for.

"Good evening," he greeted. You offered a smile, humming in acknowledgement.

"before we go, I need to ask you something." He sighed, somehow genuinely nervous for the first time in his life.

"okay? What is it?"

Just get it out of the gate, Saiki. I'm sure they'll be fine. "are you okay with this- us- is just platonic?"

You raised a brow, a smile appearing on your face. "Define 'platonic'." Your voice held your usual happy tone, surprising Saiki.

"Um.. well, you know..."

"like friends, or...?" You trailed off just as he did.

"Yes, but I'm fine with us acting like it's romantic."

"what do you mean?" You began walking with him, realizing standing awkwardly wasn't helping the conversation.

"Holding hands, or you can hang onto my arm if you want, and things like this could still count as dates. but to tell you the truth, I don't really feel romantic attraction. It's nothing against you, of course. I never have with anyone." Saiki took a big breath, having rushed all of that out in one long exhale.

You thought for a moment. It certainly would be something to get used to, but you'd be lying if you said you wouldn't take any relationship you could with him.

"sure, I'm fine with that. I just have a couple questions."

Now he seemed like the happiest man alive. "Go for it."

"So, is this like a committed thing? We're just seeing each other?"

And when he answered, you were sure you heard a hint of affection and satisfaction in his usually monotone voice. But all he said was, "yeah."

#the disastrous life of saiki k.#saiki kusuo x reader #saiki kusuo x you #saiki kusuo x y/n #saiki kusuo #saiki x reader #saiki x y/n #saiki x you #kusuo saiki x reader #kusuo saiki x you #kusuo saiki x y/n #kusuo x reader #kusuo x y/n #kusuo x you #aromantic!saiki #platonic relationship #aro!saiki

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herdecisions · 2 years

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Not me being unable to finish watching saiki k cus im jealous that saiki obviously has a crush on teruhashi 🤡

#lmao #i know i know #the disastrous life of saiki k.#saiki kusuo #saiki x teruhashi #saiki x reader #saiki fluff #saiki angst #dlsk x reader #dlsk x you #dlsk x y/n #saiki x you #saiki x y/n #dlsk fluff #dlsk angst

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callie-the-creator · 5 months

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sfw. warnings: obsessive behavior, slight stalking, jealousy, saiki uses his powers for selfish reasons, etc.

author’s note: oh, don’t mind me, just writing some headcanons if saiki was ever a yandere.

• you and saiki first met in chūgakkō, junior high, but he didn’t fall in love with you until a few years later when you two were already in pk academy. maybe it’s all the accidentally bumping into him, dropping your papers and saiki being the one to help you pick them up, making awkward eye contact in class, hanging out with one another outside of school, or touching on the same snack you both are aiming for at either the vending machine or at the store... all the things somehow have you involved these recent days and saiki is less than impressed at first

• saiki has always stated time and time again that he personally does not think he will not fall in love, so he always watches others who are in love and help them if he can, but here he is…completely captivated by you of all people. he didn’t know why though, was the author just really that bored?

• good grief

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹ ⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦

• let it be known that he does possess the power to alter your perception of him. saiki could always just make you fall in love with him just like that…but…what’s the fun in that? no, no, he wouldn’t dream of doing that to you

— however, since saiki was born with the uncontrollable ability to read the minds of all living creatures in a multiple-mile radius…he can read your mind, he knows all of your favorite things, what you dislike, your hobbies, and your address. he didn’t mean to at first, but he did find your thoughts and imagination fascinating. he even finds himself listening to you during class like you’re his favorite podcast

• saiki is crazily protective over you.

— there was a time where you nearly got mugged! and when i say ‘nearly’, well, let’s just say you should be grateful saiki was there to protect you. can’t you see that he’ll always be here for you in a time of need? he’ll keep you safe, but only if you see that for yourself…

• saiki doesn’t think he’s the jealous type, but he will stop any other man who has a crush on you by any means necessary by either relentlessly embarrassing them for the rest of the day or wiping you from their memory because only saiki can have you. no one else. he doesn’t care how many people he has to make forget you to become your boyfriend

• what’s that? you wish it was a sunny day in japan instead of a rainy one? don’t you worry about a thing! saiki will handle that for you!

• stalking you is almost child’s play to saiki since he has so many powers to ensure you don’t spot him — shapeshifting, teleportation, you name it! but this is a good thing because you don’t have to worry about him being an aggressive type of yandere

— if he is following behind you when you’re walking home, i do think saiki would change to his female self, so you would be less scared

• once the author made you bring coffee jelly to school and willingly give it up to saiki after seeing him light up at the sight of it, saiki knew that he just had to marry you

• he could, quite literally, turn the world upside down for you if it meant that you’ll be with him.

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attackurheart88 · 25 days

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“Do you love me?”

“Yes.”

“Do you really love me?”

“Yes.”

"Do you really really love me?”

They stop what they’re doing and turn to look at you. An audible sigh is heard.

“If I come over there and kiss you until your lips fall off will you shut up?”

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eternalfics · 2 months

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hihi!!! first ask ever so sorry if this comes off as nonsense ahhh 😭😭😭 but i was wondering if you could do like a saiki k x male reader? where male reader transfers into pk academy and is like teruhashi in terms of looks but in terms of personality, he's a more socially awkward quiet and introverted person? so whenever a whole group of students swarm around him, he just freezes in place like he doesnt know what to do and waits for someone to save him like a teacher 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️

awkward..?

a/n: hi pookie bear 😘 totally understand you and hope you request more! I was kind of in the writing mood 2day anyway so 😌

warnings:

summary: you find yourself in an awkward situation in the new school you transferred to? is it gonna get better? worse?

okay, this wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be? just a couple stares and gasps as you walked around the school, completely lost.

sure you could have asked a student, but the way they just stared at you in shock when you asked them creeped you out. was there something on your face?

oh! what about that girl with blue hair talking to somebody? it’s rude to interupt a conversation, but it’s just a quick question, it won’t hurt anybody.

you walked up to her and tapped her shoulder. you squinted your eyes slightly from the light she gave off, is this normal? “excuse me, do you know where class-“ you paused. your eyes bulged out of your head. she was gorgeous! you weren’t really looking, expecting that she wouldn’t say anything too but when you met eyes with her you didn’t realise that she was that pretty!

“hm?” she smiled at you gently, waiting for you to say what you were gonna say. come on y/n, she probably dosent have all day and that girl next to her with short brown hair looks.. sad? it’s fine. “do you know where.. year two class three is?”

“oh yeah, I’m in that class!” the girl grinned at you. “my name is kokomi teruhashi, by the way,” teruhashi introduced herself. “come on, I’ll show you where you have to be,” she grabbed your hand and lead you to your class. is she an angel?

after awkwardly introducing yourself in front of the class, sitting in front of a pink haired weirdo and having a few people stare at you, class was over! you were having a good day so far.

as you stepped out of the class, people started to quickly surround you, asking a lot of questions or admiring you way too close.. is this what it was going to be like everyday? girls giggling and squealing over you? you felt trapped and a bit flustered.

“what’s your name?” “let’s hang out some time!” “can I do your homework?” most of the girls questioned you. you should have known this would have happened, now your a frozen, awkward person in the hallway, currently getting harassed 😢

you also saw a guy with purple hair with a furious expression. he was looking at you too, is he jealous of the attention? what is wrong with this school..?

you blinked for a second, and pop! your on the rooftop! what the hell just happened, first you got actually got some girls, now there’s witches in this school? oh, there’s that pink haired weirdo that you were sitting in front of, STANDING. RIGHT. IN. FRONT. OF. YOU.

is this a dream? it totally is a dream because it’s not normal for a pink haired to kidnap you on a roof top. saiki, who was so offended after being rudely insulted as a ‘pink haired weirdo’ two times already, was already getting tired of your thoughts. just for one day, he wanted to do something nice for someone and he gets this.

“u-uh, thanks for getting me out of there,” you said, scratching the back of your head. “atleast he actually has some decency to thank me for that,” saiki thought. he nodded, turned around and started walking away.

“wait!” you called out to him. “not this again,” saiki thought as he turned around. “what’s your name?” you asked him with a gentle smile. “saiki kusuo,” he replied with a blank expression, before walking away. wow, he really didn’t want anything do to with you. but at least you gained a new friend! we’ll see..

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riaki · 5 months

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thrifted romance | megumi fushiguro x reader

synopsis: you’ve never really spoken with megumi before, so when your friends leave the two of you behind on a snowy night, you take the opportunity to get to know him.

wc: 6.2k... SO SORRY I GOT CARRIED AWAY cw: swearing, college au, noncurse au, i don’t thjnk there’s anything else ??

this got way longer than i intended it to be and i rushed to grind it out so it may not be coherent.. if so i apologize :’3 and this one’s late but i hope the content makes up for it ! enjoy meemow barely proofread!

it's a late winter evening when you meet up with megumi and your friends on the side of the street— cozied up in puffy layers and a long blazer stained with coffee splashes and a few hot chocolate smudges here and there.

fall had melted away with the slow gradient of leaves from the trees, sinking into fluffy piles on the sidewalk that soon became coated and replaced with light snowfall; the first of many problematic inches. midterms were just around the corner, and with it meant late hours spent pulling all-nighters that left you exhausted, eyes dark around the edges with a lack of sleep; breaths of minty hot chocolate and coffee from the amalgamation you'd concocted to at least pretend to get into the holiday spirit.

(a fruitless effort, though— if not for your failure that warned you to stay out of mixology, but the way your roommate's cat had knocked over your mug and ruined the flashcards you'd been wrestling with and looked completely smug with itself.)

really, though, there was absolutely nothing jolly about school, or exams. so when your favorite inefficient, sidetracking study buddy had offered to spend the weekend out, who were you to say no? nobara had offered to go find a club, but it was far too cold out to frolic around in skimpy clothing and your expensive winter coats were much too valuable to risk being stolen in the haze of drunken students and sweaty bodies. so, you'd decided to go shopping, because what else is there to do with her? besides the usual karaoke session with the upperclassmen she seems to like so much, of course.

turns out, it'd had been a group endeavor. or, more accurately— a group of four, unlike the duo you had previously thought you'd be going out in. yuji and megumi were there too— friends from separate majors; you'd heard that yuji was involved in the uprising surge of software engineers and computer science majors clambering for a shot in the world of big AI tech companies, even though he supposedly was about as computer-smart as your teetering old grandma ripe with age, permanently stuck in her rocking chair crocheting the days away.

megumi, on the other hand, was a mystery. you'd shared a few classes together; his chipped dark nails that shone the same blue as his esoteric eyes beneath the warmth of the glowing sun, and his inky black hair that spilled over the collars of his simple gray sweatshirts like effortlessly graceful calligraphy on paper had captured your attention as smooth and seamless as the daylight turned to darkness, days cut short by the onslaught of cold. even so, you'd never brought yourself to interact much— he seemed like he'd prefer to keep to himself, if the way he'd disdainfully scoot away from anyone who tried to approach him and turn up the volume of his headphones indicated anything. you had laughed to your friend and called it introversion to its finest, only to promptly shut up when his unmoving gaze landed on you, leaving you feeling like a clown on the stage, rimmed by rich dark red curtains and a wooden floorboard as the beaming spotlight shines upon you imaginary button nose, hot and glaring under his gaze.

even though you'd approved of his music taste once you snagged a few notes by the ear, you'd really thought his taste in fashion was too bland to be the type of person to shop with nobara— her meticulous style and image were much brighter and more flamboyant than megumi's jaded attempts at a splash of color through the occasional blue argyle or layered turtleneck. still, those were better than yuji's paltry attempts at fashion; at least the myriads of color on nobara's figure were coordinated. the pink-haired boy with funny scars on his face would probably have been better off learning graphic design or art, with the disasters of clashing colors on his person.

and he'd gotten the opportunity to demonstrate his questionable tastes on the chilly evening, when black ice had begun to form on the roads and the soft light of boutiques with slow jazz flowing from the speakers filled your frost-bitten red ears as you walked up to the shade of a nearby lamppost. once you'd all met up, nobara had hooked an arm around your elbow and dragged you off, leaving the boys to follow along like it was walking dogs.

honestly, you wouldn't be surprised if you were— at least, with yuji. he carried nobara's bags like she was the next princess in line, without complaint and with the little fearful quivers that dogs get in their legs whenever their owners scold them for barking or misbehaving, much like how nobara would yell at yuji if he dropped a single cream linen sweater or ruffled pink cami.

megumi, on the other hand, was far too lethargic and quiet to be considered any kind of canine. although the weaved bracelet on his left wrist with a cute little puppy charm you caught sight of when he'd rolled his sleeve up implied otherwise. the only reason he'd even had to do that was to rub the sickeningly sweet orange blossom hand sanitizer nobara had spritzed on each of your palms after you took turns petting a stray cat, one that seemed to take a great liking to you and megumi in particular.

the night seemed to drag on forever; pale yellow lights and holiday decorations blurred into swathes and bubbles of color in your vision as the hours passed and the caffeine from the cute little coffeeshop you'd stopped at earlier began to wear off.

but there had just been something magical about that evening; spending time with friends (albeit, more like acquaintances) had granted you a much-needed break from cramming your mind with an overflow of information that was sure to spill out the moment you answered the last exam question. so, when it was almost midnight and it was time to retire to your bed, you'd insisted on staying out for just a little longer while nobara and the rest returned to their dorms to catch some sleep. yuji had complained something about his legs cramping, but you were feeling giddy, and the stars were twinkling just as bright as the light in nobara's eyes were when you told her you had to soak in the fresh air for as long as you could before being locked in to study again as she laughed and headed home with her pink dog-boy escort in tow.

megumi had mumbled something about staying with you since it was late and he wanted to make sure you were safe. you didn't think too much about it, because if you did, you were sure you'd end up with a faced even more flushed than it was frostbitten from the cold.

so, here you were, strolling down the quieter side of town, a brooding boy with inky dark hair and hands pale with blue veins shoved into the pockets of his jacket trailing behind you. he had one airpod tucked into his pierced ear; you assumed he hadn't brought his headphones because yuji would be there to prattle and babble. even so, you were content not to say anything, so there was plenty of opportunity for him to wear both. but he wasn't. you decided not to linger on it.

you'd just finished writing a silly little note out of the crisp snow gathered on the windshield of some stranger's car; the flakes were cold and biting on your skin, leaving it feeling numb with little droplets of icy water when you pulled away to admire your handiwork.

"actually, maybe i shouldn't be doing that." you decided after a moment, mumbling under your breath. it was just a little message with a whiskered smiley face, but the headlights on the car and the bumper seemed to form a frown at you when you stepped back, shaking its motorized head at your vandalism.

"you think?"

megumi's voice sounded from behind you, a little weighed down by the cold with a wisp of warmth leaving his lips like a powdery exhale, curling into the prickly night air. he was standing on the sidewalk, observing you all prickly-like as if you were some flagrant toddler he was babysitting. you still had to get used to the way his voice sounded after rarely hearing it; the few crumbs you got when your professors forced obligatory presentations onto struggling students had sent this warm, fuzzy feeling collecting in your stomach at the rich tone of velvet it held. not rough or overly deep, but smooth and reassuring. the kind you could fall asleep to; like there was a lullaby just waiting to be poured from his tongue with little scratches in the indent of his tone.

of course, you hadn't heard enough of it to make such an assumption, so when you heard the little quip framed with irritation at the edges, it wasn't all sugary sweetness like you imagined.

"yeah, well, sorry i like to live a little," you huffed, rubbing your hands together in an attempt to resuscitate some warmth back into them with a small little sigh.

"you call that living?" he scoffs a little, cocking an eyebrow at the vandalized toyota behind you. now, it just looked a little sad; imaginary eyebrows over the red lights droopy in disappointment. you followed his gaze, before looking back at him and making a sour face as you stepped onto the sidewalk.

"maybe we just have different tastes, y'know? doesn't mean we don't have to get along like this," you mumbled, shaking your hands out a little to get the remaining snow droplets off before stuffing them back in your blazer pockets. "just like itadori and nobara. one has terrible taste in fashion and the other doesn't, but they both like their bright colors." you feel satisfied with yourself for that one, but clearly, megumi doesn't feel the same. but the corner of his pink lips seem to quirk up just a tiny bit, and you feel pride blooming in your chest.

there's just something about the way it looks— an almost implausible smile coaxed onto his lips by something particularly amusing, reaching his dull blue eyes in a way that made their usual tedious apathy morph into something like fondness, or appreciation. adding a shine to his navy irises the lamp light overhead could only hope to mimic. then again, you didn't let your mind linger on it for too long like usual— so instead you chalked it up to the one other thing that had caught your eye besides the sharpness of his jaw and the handsome slimness of his face: his jacket.

you take back what you said about his style and its blandness before— it would be unfair to what he was wearing right now. just a simple black turtleneck (one that you were sure he'd worn to the early morning wednesday lecture you had a few days ago, when the sun was still bright enough to catch on the condensation of the cup of lemonade your white-haired, oddly sweet-toothed professor had), and black jeans, but the vintage racing windbreaker hanging from his shoulders brought it together in a way that was unfairly seamless; all dark blues and stripes of checker; a neutral grayblue that reminded you of the sky on rainy afternoons, trudging about the shopping districts in tokyo. there were a few brand patches here and there, some red bubble lettering of names you didn't recognize in patches of color that brought out the shade of his eyes. maybe the labels of those energy drink brands you often caught him running on when the shadows beneath his long dark lashes seemed heavier than usual.

all that to say he looked good. like, seriously good. you didn't know how you hadn't noticed all night— but now that you had, it was hard to keep your eyes from his slim and tall silhouette (not that he minded). the jacket really complimented it.

"that's a neat jacket. where'd you get it?" you asked after a moment of chilling silence; he'd probably noticed you looking, and you prayed he didn't think you were checking him out. although, if that meant getting your hands on one of those windbreakers, you wouldn't really mind. he glanced up at you, tearing his attention from the sad snowy toyota camry that seemed worn past its years at the newfound attention on megumi's racing jacket. he blinked a little, and you didn't miss the little flake of frost on his eyelash; probably caught from brushing past a windowsill earlier. by now, most shops were closed; even so, the street still felt warm and safe. well, maybe it was to be credited to a person rather than the concrete— but like you had been all night, you ignored it.

"oh, this?" as if he was wearing more than one jacket (it was cute), "i thrifted it." and for some reason, you didn't expect to be surprised, but you were. him? thrifting? the few western-fashion tailored thrift stores you'd been to with nobara had been lacking— not like you'd been able to stay in them long; the artificial ginger had this... beef with reused clothes. she liked her clothes clean and fresh from the press, even if you reminded her they could just be fresh from someone else's press. megumi must be familiar with the antiquated racks of varied worn graphic tees and frayed pants if he could fish something that classy from a thrift store.

then again, it's not like you had any experience to go off of at all.

"really? y'know, i've always wanted to go thrifting," you sighed, stretching your arms out, watching the fabric of your blazer wrinkle and curve to follow the movement of your muscles. a light dusting of snow coated the surface, like powdered sugar on tiramisu. that makes the coffee stains fitting. "but i feel like i'm bad at it." you said, stepping over a crack in the sidewalk, the rubber bottom of your sneakers brushing against a little clump of pine green weeds.

"bad at it?" megumi echoes, following you with a faint ruffle of smooth fabric, like the sound of a zipper sliding down. before, the world had been a cool shade of gray, like smoke rising from a cigarette or the blurry blue of the sky from the window of a speeding bullet train. but now, you let yourself soak in the sound of his voice, like grinded coffee beans and a smooth, soothing honey medicine for your throat on a sick day when you get to cozy up in your bunk bed and watch the clouds drift by.

it's nice.

"yeah. like, i wouldn't know where to go, or what to find, or what to look for..." you trailed off, rubbing your cold fingers together again as your breaths leave in little exhales of coagulating mist in the cold night air. now that it was late, it the temperature would only continue to drop.

you walked in silence for a little longer, listening to the scuffles of shoes against concrete, glassy with ice that had begun to creep up on the roads like a steady stream of seafoam from the tides.

"why don't we go thrifting now, then?" he asks out of the snowy blue.

you paused, and you almost smacked straight into a pole. "now?" you spluttered, turning around to face him. the look on his face was unreadable; a mix between exasperation, amusement, an attempt at stoicism, and something like affection in the corner of his lips as they curved upward. it was like a CPR compression; the smile that sent fuzzy electricity through your veins and reinvigorated your heart.

"yes, now." he said it like you were stupid, which you might just be, the way you stared dumbly at his face. "the place i got this jacket from is just over there," he said, jutting a ring-adorned thumb behind him. you had to lean up and peek around his shoulder to see it; you wouldn't've noticed if he didn't point it out. it was tucked between two buildings, a stairway downward into the store. the only thing indicating its status as a retail and thrifting store was the broken neon sign and painted red arrow that gestured towards the staircase.

"looks really shady. and it's late." you grumbled after you got over yourself, and he shot you an irritated look. that was all he really seemed to be doing tonight; that downward knit of his dark eyebrows and the slight pout weighing his lips down. not very suave, you think.

he swallows hard, and you aimlessly watch the bob of his adam's apple. "well?" he prompts, a hard edge to his voice despite the situation. you stand there for a little while, marinating in the growing cold until you cant feel the tips of your fingers.

"fine."

one accidental slip on the crosswalk and a few minutes later, you're stepping down the last wooden stair of the thrift store and into the building's basement; it's much bigger than you would've thought, with an expanse of layered clothing racks that obscure your vision, the corners of the walls clogged with cobwebs and years of dust build up. there's a faint lingering scent of cigarette smoke and cologne; something vanilla that you've caught clinging to megumi's wrists and neck on the rare occasion you brush past him. faint jazz spills from the speakers, something in a swing rhythm with the signature lilt of saxophone that makes you think you should be out enjoying a romantic fancy dinner instead of being cooped up between old wrinkly moth-bitten clothes. but you're here with megumi, so you convince yourself you don't mind either way.

"you sure this is the right place?" you asked, trying (and failing) to keep the obvious distain from your voice as you kick a folded 'floor-is-wet' sign from your path and step into the store. you can't even see the cash register from where you're standing.

"yes, i'm sure. can you stop complaining?" you can practically hear the eyeroll in his voice, and you're sure you could see it too if you just turned around. "trust me. it's not all shit." his voice softens, and you freeze up a little as he brushes past you; the corridors and margins are tight, so he has to turn sideways to fit. even so, a tag on your coat manages to snag on his jacket, and you hasten to unhook it before he can notice. he almost disappears into the racks, and you have to follow him, pushing your way through thick coats and worn graphic tees that have cracked logos and balls of lints clinging to them.

you're no thrifting expert, but you're pretty sure the store's supposed to be in better condition than this.

"hey." megumi's voice soon snaps you back into reality, and you look up from the mustard yellow top you were eyeing warily to meet his sedate gaze. "the good stuff's in the back. c'mon." he doesn't give you much room to argue even though it sounds like you're here to do drugs rather than find clothing, and before you can react he's reached forward to grab your wrist and tug you along. a yelp of protest almost spills from your lips, but you bite your tongue and let him drag you along, trying to extinguish the hue of cherry you know is making a home on the tips of your ears.

you brush past patchwork coats and a few leather belts that've tangled with the lace from the silk shirts next to them, but nothing really catches your eye, until you realize that he's let go of you only because of the lack of warmth around your skin and you focus yourself on the current again. you glance up at him, but he already has his back turned to you, sifting through a rack of black shirts that all look the exact same. maybe you have an untrained eye, though.

still, you can't help it when your gaze lingers over the back of his neck; one strand of dark hair has caught itself beneath the collar of his turtleneck, and it irks you. and you decide to do something about it because you'll know it'll bother you if you don't.

time seems to move in a liquid slow; things are blurring and there's no mothballs or ugly recycled coats to get in your way as you reach over and swipe your hand across his neck, hooking a finger beneath the strand and pulling it out of his collar. it takes you a moment to realize what you just did, and when you do, it's like there's a permanent mark seared into your index finger just from the touch of his skin against your own. you think he might have whiplash because he turns his head around so fast to catch your gaze before you can slink away, eyes wide and eyebrows knit, and you notice his bottom lip is snagged between his teeth.

he raises an eyebrow, but before he can utter a shaming word that'll only make you feel more embarrassed you shake your head vigorously, apologetically.

"sorry— it was bothering me. i hope you don't mind." you managed to say, the words spilling out in a rush before you turned away and slipped past him, disappearing into an aisle of dresses. you can feel his gaze burning cold holes into your back as you distract yourself.

you don't let yourself linger on what you just did— you seem to be doing a lot of that, lately, especially with him as you go through a few batches of clothing. by now, it's far past midnight, and you're feeling much more sluggish than you'd like to admit. you haven't seen megumi in a good twenty minutes save for the few times you picked up a few shirts and a cute diner jacket you thought would look good on him. he just thanked you bluntly, taking the bundle of clothing from your arms before walking away to the fitting rooms. you wished he'd stay to let you see the jacket.

you'd tried on a few things, discarding your blazer in favor of a cute knitted cardigan you grabbed, but nothing seemed to stick the way you'd like them to. it would be a great help if you had nobara to assist, but you were sure she was snoring away at home right now, and at the thought of your warm, inviting bed, your knees wobbled a little and you balanced yourself on the wall.

"hey— oh, you alright?" it's an unfamiliar voice; you lift your head up, looking for the source. it's a young boy— he looks to be about your age, maybe a little younger. there's a blue lanyard around his neck, and he's got a spattering of freckles on his hands, which are curled around the collar of a white linen shirt. he must be the one who's tending to the store.

"yeah, i'm okay. sorry," you said hastily, pushing away and rubbing the back of your neck. how embarrassing— he didn't seem to mind, though. he just smiled, big and bright and toothy. cute. reminded you of how toddlers would grin up at parents with those huge red lollipops in hand.

"no worries. i just thought i'd let you know that we're closing soon, since it's almost 2am." he said, shifting his weight on his sneakers. you nodded, about to give a hum of confirmation before another voice cuts through the slow jazz filling the stifling air above, all familiar in its smoothness.

before you could respond, though— "[name]?" megumi's voice rang out in the quaint little store, calling for you, and so you give the employee an apologetic nod before you turn and start toward the noise. you pass a mirror with a coat draped over the top, peeking your head around a tall rack of long skirts to catch sight of the raven head, in all of his glory. you notice that he's taken off his windbreaker.

"what’s up? we have to go soon," you reminded him, yawning a little and rubbing your eyes as you straightened up and stepped over to his side. there was another mirror in front of him, you noticed, with fading stickers pale in the dim yellow light stuck to the wooden rim. even so, with the smudges and the bare sheen of the silver, he looked good. that black turtleneck really suits him.

"i know. i just wanted to ask for your opinion." he said, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. you tilted your head curiously, and he held up a deep mauve sweatshirt, with some varsity logo branded on the fabric. it had a nice touch to it; a warm color that reminded you of red wine and slow evenings. you were sure it had been one of the pieces you'd picked out for him, but you were too sleepy to recall. "you should try it on. i think it'd look good," you said, gesturing toward the mirror.

you think you must've said something wrong, because he looks at you for a moment too long before he seems to catch himself staring and he nods, a choked little sound leaving his throat which he hides by ducking his head down and covering his face with his long bangs. you think you're hallucinating the pink on his cheeks.

after a moment, he glances at you. "hold this," he shoves his jacket towards you, and you have no choice but to take it. doesn't seem like he's used to taking no for an answer, but you're certainly not the one complaining when he tugs the sweater over his head, ruffling his soft black hair as he steps a little closer to you, observing himself in the mirror while straightening out the folds and fixing his turtleneck. you were right— it does look good on him. almost unfairly so— you don't know how he manages to rock granny clothes so well, like he was born a retirement home's runway model.

unlike him, you're not a reticent shut in— and although you'd like to say you have no problem telling him how good he looks, it's still a little difficult when the words feel like they're lodged in your throat in order to prevent you from making a fool of yourself again. but you ignore it and push on.

"you look great. i think it really suits you," you breathed, shaking your head as your hands tighten around his jacket in your arms. he blinks, adjusting the collar before glancing down at you. you take a moment to really appreciate the sight— him, bathed in the soft yellow glow of the chipped lights overhead. despite the dilapidated store and the antiquated, worn clothing surrounding him, he still manages to look like some ethereal angel boy you'd stumble upon in a bookstore on a dreary winter's afternoon and never be able to get out of your mind again.

ink black eyelashes flutter when he blinks, framing his eyes like the bangs falling over his face when he turns around again to observe himself in the mirror once more before he takes the sweatshirt off. it catches on his turtleneck, which rides up when he slips the mauve sweater over his head, tussling his hair and exposing the dip of his pale hips, all muscle and flesh and bone, and you pray he chalks up the red on your face to the cold. the end of his belt dangles from the buckle as you hand his jacket back to him, fingers almost brushing— just barely out of reach.

a meager conversation flows between the two of you; you follow him through the endless maze of used clothing until you somehow stumble upon the cash register and he buys his sweater; the only thing he manages to buy after all this time spent milling about in a dusty, dinky little retail store. the boy from earlier helps check him out, and the icy glare he receives from megumi when he glances at you seems to fly straight past your head as you pick at your cuticles. the tips of your fingers are still red from messing with the frosty snow earlier. you wonder when the car owner will find your message.

it's almost freezing when you get out of the dusty shop, emerging from the smoke-stained alleyway stairs and into the cold night air. your breaths almost seem to form a precipitate, and the thought reminds you of the chemistry conversions waiting for you on your desk beneath the lamp, and you cringe internally. staying out for a few hours longer seems way better than succumbing to the never ending stream of worksheets and documents calling your name. you wonder if your charismatic professor will let you get away with a few assignments if you call in sick. are papercuts excuse enough?

the click of a lock behind you signifies the store's closing— the employee left through a back exit, it seems. and you realize too late that you left your blazer in the dressing room when you turn around and a sigh falls from your lips. megumi, paper bag in hand, glances over at you.

"you okay?"

you almost forgot he was there, in his brooding vintage racing jacket glory. you shake your head, before sighing forlornly again. he notices this, making a little face; his lips press together and his pretty eyes narrow. he thinks you sigh far too much. you'd look prettier if you smiled some more. he likes it when you do.

"i left my blazer in there, but he just closed it and it's so fucking cold out," you whined, bringing your hands to your face and rubbing your eyes tiredly. you're cold and your fingers are going numb again, and there's light snowfall. so much for not losing your coat at a club. you can't tell which one's worse. "sorry to complain so much, but do you mind if we—"

you're promptly cut off; the words on your tongue left unsaid, burning with the taste of bitter black coffee. your gaze trails from megumi's hand, the clink of his silver ring against the zipper rail of his jacket as his fingers curl around the fabric, up his arm to the sleeves of his dark turtleneck, rounding the curve of his shoulders and up his neck to his face. he's not looking at you.

the words that leave his wet lips are so small and hurried that you think you're hallucinating them; when you inevitably looked back at this moment later, you'd realize that he was being shy. he mumbles something under his sweet breath, and you ask him to speak up.

"i said, you can use mine." he repeats, louder than necessary as he finally brings himself to look down at you from under his lashes, biting the inside of his cheek. his voice is a little strained, and a soft breeze carrying the smell of cinnamon and fresh ice rustles his hair. you blinked, feeling like a deer caught in headlights over a layer of thin ice, ready to shatter at a moment's notice.

"oh— okay. um, do you have anywhere else you need to go..?" you said tentatively, reaching forward to take his jacket again. it was exactly like how you'd done back in the thrift store, but the vague sense of deja vu you get is accompanied by an endless fluttering of warmth in your stomach that melts away the winters and tiring exams, and the night seems to become a soft warm orange, as if someone's drained the cool hues from the landscape.

megumi just shook his head, reaching into his bag and taking out the sweater he'd bought earlier. he slips it on again, adjusting it over his shoulders and refusing to meet your eyes as he crumples the paper bag in his hands. you notice they're slightly trembling as he does it, fingers digging into the material with much more force than is really needed. his hair follows each movement of his head; the strain of the muscles in his neck when he swallows again and gestures for you to follow him back down the empty street, past cars coated in melting snow and jaunty yellow lights twinkling over the awnings of closed store windows, shut down for the night. the sweater suits him really well, you think; not too loose, but tight enough in the right places to send your heart racing a mile a minute.

you pull his jacket over your arms, tucking your sleeves in and zipping it up. it's big on you— that's no surprise, and you can almost taste the vanilla on your tongue, his cologne lingering on every fold of the insulated fabric. it's warm, and it feels like being enveloped in a tight hug. in megumi's head, he hopes— prays its him you think of if you ever feel that way again.

you walk in a stiff silence; both of you want to say something, but you're dancing around it, letting your words linger unsaid until the other breaks the ice first. it's only ever cracked once you reach the dorms, where you part ways. there's light snowfall, and a thin layer of white has coated his hair when you turn to face him. you reach forward, learning onto the tips of your toes to brush off the ice. his hair feels unimaginably soft beneath your fingers, slightly damp from the snow. but he's the furthest from cold when you pull away; his face is burning up.

by now, you can't bring yourself to mind.

"thank you," you said softly, sighing contentedly. you move to take his jacket off your shoulders and return it, but he stops you, holding a hand up. the expression on his face is unreadable, but his lips are pursed together in a way that makes you think he's pouting.

"don't worry—" a pause. " you can, uh. keep it. i know you wanted one. just... give it back when you want, yeah?" he says, curt. almost prude, if it weren't for the way he was avoiding your gaze out of embarrassment. it was like trying to play the world's most difficult game of whack-a'mole, attempting to catch his eyes and see the iceberg that's melted into pools of warm glittering affection in his blue irises. at the thought, you wonder if he likes arcades, and you make a mental note to suggest an activity to nobara the next time she has the urge for an escapade.

you don't bother asking him whether he's sure, because you don't want him to take his words back. so you linger there in a moment of silence, letting it hang over your heads like a warm throw blanket, cozied in front of a fireplace with a mug of hot chocolate in your hands. maybe a coffee mix like you'd attempted before.

angel boy clears his throat first to speak, all honey that links the syllables together like christmas ribbon; rich like orange flavored dark chocolate. "i'll see you later, then." it's short and sweet, but your heart is already flying so high on euphoria you can barely bring yourself to care, or suppress the giddy grin that's spreading across your lips.

yeah, you're tired. yeah, you're still a little cold and you think you need to thaw at your desk for a week until exams, but at least you've got his jacket to accompany you when your study buddy passes out first and you're alone on all nighters. frankly, you can't bring yourself to care— your head is spinning with the events of the chilly night, from crude messages in the snow to thrift store mothballs and lanyards, to one checkered racing jacket. but you don’t think it’s so bad when it threatens to stick to your memory, like chewed up gum under your professor’s desk. whether it’s from the students or the professor, that’s a mystery you’ll never solve.

"yeah. see you around, fushiguro." you can’t say the same about the mystery that megumi is, though. in fact, you think you’re already one step closer when you turn around and part ways, catching sight of him in the reflection of a frosted window. he’s slipping both of his airpods back into his ears, crimson at the tips.

the sound of your shoes against the rug stairway fills your ears as you clamber back up to your dorm, eyelids heavy with drowsiness and face flushed a pleasant warmth. even when you finally get to bed, you can't stop your eyes from drifting over to the bundle of lapis blue fabric sitting on your desk, and your mind from the soft spoken boy with eyes like the night sky and inky hair like calligraphy.

you decide you don't think his style is too bad, after all. and when you tell him that the next morning when he's still sleepy and his lashes fall slow when he blinks the weariness from his eyes, you get to enjoy the steady flush that stains his cheeks and prompts a hoarse cough from his throat when he ducks his head away and grumbles something under his breath, probably about being offended you even thought he was boring in the first place.

and if you ever ask, the only reason he lent you his windbreaker that night was to replace the scent of mothballs and dust with your sweet-smelling perfume.

so, as it turns out, you're able to get your hands on one of those pretty vintage racing jackets— except, it wasn't a new one; it was his. nobara hasn't stopped pestering you with questions since you showed up to class the next day; the only thing you hear for the next week is how much she regrets leaving early.

apparently, it's all yuji's fault.

my (riaki) stuff. don’t repost and/or plagiarize !

#ahhh im really sorry this is late;; got busy with life like those ao3 authors but much less impressive #i really like jazz i feel like not enough people do #just listen to persona music sometime. its worth #sometimes i make up words but thats ok as long as people buy it. i speak english first language trust 👨‍🔬#i feel like reader is kokomi or whatever her name is from saiki k #at that one ramen place but its a thrift store.. pretending it’s not all that bad except reader doesn’t rlly try LMFAO #for megumi!!! everything we do is for him 💐#megumi fushiguro x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro x you #fushiguro megumi x you #megumi x reader #megumi x you #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk #megumi fushiguro #megumi fushiguro x y/n #billet-doux #and via thinks her titles r bad #I CAN FINALLMY. WORK ON MY CHRISTMAS EVENT

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oceanwithouthermoon · 3 months

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one of my favorite (/sarcastic but not really cuz its like funny idk) things in fandoms is when people make ocs or self inserts or 'x readers' being shipped with characters, but the oc/sona/reader is literally just another character from the source material.. its like youre shipping the characters but didnt want to admit it, so you made a kinsona and branded it as something else..

and its NEVER subtle, actually its super blatant every time and im always shocked when nobody points it out..

i have seen uncountable saiki k x readers where the description is like:

"saiki meets someone whose thoughts he cant read for the first time, and even though he doesnt trust her at first, she keeps proving that she is kind and has good intentions!" you mean nendo? reader is girl nendo?

"this time, he meets a girl whose thoughts honestly match up with her spoken words almost perfectly for the first time!" hairo. youre shipping saiki with girl hairo.

"saiki meets someone whose thoughts are too fast and jumbled to re-" ITS AKECHI, THATS AKECHI, ITS LITERALLY AKECHI.

"saiki meets someone whose just as immune to teruhashi as he is for the first and only tim-" this is hairo again, awe bae you secretly LOVE haisai ?!?

"saiki sees his old childhood friend for the first time in years after an incident caused them to be apart and then they fall in lov-" WHY DID YOU EVEN WRITE THIS AND NOT CALL IT SAIKECHI.

its even funnier when they say its like that characters little sister, but the way they write it is still literally just the character, like their personality, dialogue, even their relationship, is the same..

not all of them fit this exactly, but the ones that take a boy character and turn them into a girl oc to ship them with a boy, it reminds of how in equestria girls they couldnt make applejack and rarity endgame so they gave them boyfriends who looked IDENTICAL to each other.. thats what youre creating, guys, youre creating heterosexual rarijack.

#these r all very specific examples because ive seen all of them #MAKE UR KINSONAS SHAMELESSLY IF UR GONNA DO THIS BRO OMG #STOP PRETENDING ITS LIKE AN ORIGINAL CHARACTER IF UR JUST GONNA COPY IT ALL #i love kinsonas i would love to see actual kinsonas even if u structure them as 'x oc/reader'#none of these words are in the bible #say this to any not chronically online person and watch them short circuit #saiki k x reader fics are almost always like 'and then y/n SHATTERS TERUHASHIS EGO AND HUMBLES HER SO GOOD' ur sick in the head #x readers where they want to be the only person he likes and hes an asshole to everyone else also suck but-#people thinking he genuinely hates his friends is a phenomenon not exclusive to x readers lol its just far too common #sorry that was a side note #theyre not all bad #i dont even think the ones im talking about in the post are really bad- its just kinda dumb and silly #do what u want queens #saiki k #tdlosk #the disastrous life of saiki k.#saiki kusuo #meows post

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aifanficssssss · 1 year

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Y/N's bad luck

Pairing: Saiki Kusuo x Reader

Warning(s): None

A/N: idk what to say man, i love kusuo so much. please tell me if there are grammatical errors, english is not my first lenguaje!

Summary: Y/N has dangerous bad luck. Saiki tries to not get involved with her but for some reason he always ends up saving her anyways.

Y/n was a new transfer student at PK Academy, and as soon as Saiki Kusuo laid eyes on her, he knew there was something off about her. It wasn't just that she had a cheerful and outgoing personality that clashed with his own introverted tendencies, or that she always seemed to be getting into some kind of trouble - there was something else, something he couldn't quite put his finger on.

But Saiki was content to keep his distance and observe from afar, not wanting to get involved with someone who seemed to be surrounded by such dangerous bad luck. Y/n's misfortunes ranged from tripping on stairs to getting caught in freak weather events, and Saiki didn't want to risk being caught up in her chaos.

That is, until one day when Y/n's bad luck took a particularly dangerous turn. She was walking home from school when a car suddenly careened off the road and headed straight for her. Saiki watched in horror as Y/n froze in place, unable to move out of the way in time.

Without thinking, Saiki used his psychic powers to move Y/n out of the path of the car, barely managing to dodge it himself. Y/n looked up at him, her eyes wide with shock and gratitude, and Saiki found himself unable to look away.

From that day on, Saiki found himself inexplicably drawn to Y/n, even though he knew that getting involved with her could only lead to trouble. But no matter how hard he tried to keep his distance, he couldn't help but find himself saving her from one mishap after another.

It wasn't until one particularly close call that Saiki realized the truth - he wasn't just saving Y/n because he felt sorry for her, or because he was trying to avoid being caught up in her bad luck. He was saving her because he cared about her, more than he had ever cared about anyone before.

As Saiki continued to save Y/n from her dangerous mishaps, he couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility towards her. He knew that if he didn't intervene, something terrible could happen to her, and he couldn't bear the thought of anything happening to her.

But at the same time, Saiki couldn't deny the attraction he felt towards Y/n. There was something about her optimism and resilience in the face of her bad luck that drew him in, even as he tried to maintain a distance.

As time went on, Saiki found himself spending more and more time with Y/n. They would sit together at lunch, work on projects together, and even study together. And while Saiki was hesitant to admit it, he found himself enjoying her company more and more with each passing day.

However, Saiki also knew that his involvement in Y/n's life was a double-edged sword. While he wanted to protect her from harm, he also knew that his psychic powers and involvement could potentially attract more danger towards her.

Despite his reservations, Saiki couldn't help but continue to save Y/n from harm, and he found himself becoming more and more attached to her. He knew that he couldn't keep his feelings hidden forever, but for the time being, he was content to simply be by her side and protect her from harm.