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A Not-So-Disastrous Romance (Book 2) Chapter Thirteen

Saiki Kusuo x Reader

Chapter Thirteen: Festival Competition

Summary: Saiki and (Y/N) go to a festival, but Kusuke interrupts.

Saiki teleported to the edge of the forest. In a clearing nearby sat the festival, complete with colorful lights, the smell of food, and various games for people to play. He walked towards the stalls, waiting his parents to pull up with his Grandma, Kusuke, and (Y/N). He looked down at his yukata. It was simple and green with a pink sash, so he was thankful. Because Saiki’s mom was picking out outfits, it could’ve been far crazier (like zebra printed).

Soon enough, Saiki saw the family car pull up, and his family got out. Neither of his parents had dressed up, but Kusuke was in a simple grey yukata.

“It’s as boring as ever,” said Kusuke with a smile. “I can still remember how boring it was before. What a boring festival.”

“Stop calling it ‘boring.’ ” If Saiki had a more expressive face, he would have rolled his eyes.

Grandma Saiki got out of the car, and Saiki sighed. She wore a purple and white kimono with little pink hearts—very youthful for her age (and short).

(Y/N) was the last to get out, and Saiki just stood there, staring for a moment. They had on a pink yukata, and a purple obi. It was simple and yet cute. (Especially since the colors of their yukata and his complemented one another). (Y/N) beamed at him, and Saiki’s heart basically stopped. They seemed to glow in the lantern light with that glorious smile, and Saiki was reminded once again just how lucky he was to be with them.

“Oh, wow.”

(Y/N)’s cheeks warmed as he spoke, and they chuckled nervously. “Thanks, Kusuo. You look nice, too.”

Saiki coughed and looked away, embarrassed at the compliment. “Thank you, (Y/N).”

Click! “Aww, you two are so cute!” Mrs. Saiki giggled from behind her camera. “I’ll send you both the photos later.”

Saiki didn’t need photos of himself blushing, but when (Y/N) brightened, he just smiled inwardly and nodded at his mom. He’d make sure anything that made (Y/N) happy came true.

“I like festivals like this,” said Mr. Saiki, looking around.

“Me, too. I don’t like when they’re too crowded,” agreed Mrs. Saiki.

“This one is a bit small,” admitted Grandma Saiki.

“I think we can find some fun,” said (Y/N), smiling. “It matters who you’re with, not where you are.”

Saiki swore that his mom’s eyes turned to stars, and then her face became demonic as she glared at Saiki. “Never lose them, Kusuo,” she nearly growled.

…Oh dear, thought Saiki, a little afraid of the intensity.

“What a good point!” said Mr. Saiki. He took his wife’s hand. “Let’s go and see the festival.” He puffed up his chest. “I’ll win some prizes for you!”

Mrs. Saiki chuckled and leaned on his arm. “Thank you, sweetheart.” They walked into the festival stalls.

“Wait for me!” said Grandma Saiki, buying snacks.

“Kusuo, (Y/N), here,” said Kusuke, holding out caramel apples. He smiled.

“When did I become ‘(Y/N)?’ ” wondered (Y/N).

“Don’t become familiar,” said Saiki, narrowing his eyes at his brother.

“Oh, come on, I like them! I approve,” said Kusuke. “Even if I don’t know how you managed to land a partner so nice when you’re a psychic weirdo.”

Saiki just deadpanned. He felt a pressure on his hand and looked down. (Y/N) was holding his hand and glaring at Kusuke.

“Don’t call Kusuo weird, Kusuke,” said (Y/N). “He’s not the one who looks down on people for not being smart. He actually helps people and has friends.”

Saiki’s breath was once again stolen. Oh, wow. Saiki was extremely lucky to be dating (Y/N). He didn’t deserve them.

Kusuke laughed out loud. “I told you I liked them, Kusuo. They even defend you!” He chuckled and turned away. Apparently, he had just been testing if (Y/N) was really worthy of his psychic brother—he competed with Saiki, but that was because he thought only he should get a chance to beat Saiki, and no one else deserved it. (Y/N), however, did.

“…I walked right into a test, didn’t I?” said (Y/N), sweat-dropping.

Saiki smiled slightly and squeezed their hand. “It was nice of you. He’s just weird.”

(Y/N) chuckled and smiled at him in agreement.

“If you’re talking about me psychically, don’t forget I can still figure out what you’re saying even with this on,” said Kusuke, pointing at his headset as he spotted (Y/N) speaking to Saiki.

“That blocks telepathy?” said (Y/N).

“I invented the only thing that blocks his abilities,” said Kusuke with a grin.

“Don’t tell him,” said Saiki as (Y/N) glanced at him. Their germanium earrings were far more fashionable than that headset, and if Kusuke was going to avoid having his mind read, Saiki wanted him to look silly. (Also, Kusuke hadn’t figured out how to just block his thoughts from Saiki and still be able to hear Saiki “speaking,” which amused Saiki since (Y/N) had that ability with their earrings).

“I can always tell what he wants to say, though. He’s predictable,” said Kusuke. He pointed at Saiki. “And that’s how I know what you’ll say when I suggest we have a competition.”

“No,” said Saiki instantly.

“No?” predicted Kusuke casually. “Alright. But I bet I can win more prizes for (Y/N) than you can.”

Kusuo and I are dating, but he wouldn’t fall for that level of jealousy bait—

“You’re on.” No way was Kusuke going to make a fool of him in front of his partner just to boost his own ego.

Never mind. (Y/N) laughed.

“(Y/N), you choose the event,” said Kusuke, gesturing to all the stalls.

“But if you’re a genius, you’ll know what I’m going to choose,” said (Y/N), shrugging.

Kusuke deflated slightly. “It’s part of the fun.”

“It doesn’t matter. He never wins, anyway,” said Saiki.

(Y/N) took pity on him and Saiki’s pride. “Okay, how about…” They scanned the stalls. “The shooting range.” They pointed to the booth with guns and targets to win stuffed animals and various other prizes.

“Great choice,” said Kusuke, walking to the shooting range. He handed over some money, and he and Saiki stood side-by-side with separate guns.

(Y/N) watched them shoot and hit all of their targets down. The pair glowered at each other, and (Y/N) chuckled in amusement as other guests backed away from the two people who looked way too serious while holding guns.

“You’re not using your abilities?” said Kusuke, smirking.

“That would be unfair to the attendant,” said Saiki.

(Y/N) smiled. They were glad Saiki wasn’t relying on his powers. It was kind of nice to see him just having fun in the way a regular person would, which was something he always wanted to do.

“Well, it’s no fun for me, then,” said Kusuke. “I’m changing rules.” He gestured to a giant stuffed animal prize. “If I get the biggest one, I win.”

“It’s impossible with these guns,” said Saiki. “Also, that’s a creepy doll. I’m not giving (Y/N) that.”

“If I don’t get the big one, you win,” said Kusuke. “Oh, and you can use your abilities without upsetting the attendant.”

“Huh?”

Kusuke pulled out what could only be described as a phaser gun from a sci-fi movie. “Stop me if you can!”

“What? That gun looks like it could disintegrate people!” exclaimed Saiki.

“This is not that serious!” said (Y/N), eyes wide.

“Stop, that’s cheating!”

Energy collected at the tip of the gun.

“Hey!”

“Fire!” shouted Kusuke. A purple beam of light fired from the gun and flew towards the stuffed animal.

Saiki instantly lifted his own gun and fired. The bullet rocketed forward, propelled by his own abilities in a burst of blue light. It hit Kusuke’s beam of energy, and the two bolts careened off one another into the sky. Kusuke’s eyes widened at losing. The bursts of energy flew into the sky and exploded like fireworks. Pink light showered over the festival, and people gasped in surprise and awe.

Kusuke pouted, and Saiki just sighed.

“Yare yare. I still won,” said Saiki.

“I lost again,” groaned Kusuke. “I was so close this time.”

Saiki ignored Kusuke and collected the prizes he’d won. He had an entire bag’s worth and picked out a strawberry plushy.

“Here,” said Saiki.

(Y/N) smiled widely and held the plushy close. “Thank you, Kusuo.” They kissed his cheek, a fleeting touch, but it got a little smile from Saiki.

“What are you guys doing?” said Mr. Saiki, running up with Mrs. Saiki and Grandma Saiki. They had seen the fireworks and known that their kids were up to something.

“Just having a fun competition,” chirped Kusuke. “I lost again.” He sighed. “It’s alright. I’ll have another chance.”

“What do you mean ‘another?’ ” wondered Mr. Saiki.

Kusuke smiled. “Didn’t I mention it? I graduated from university. I’m moving back to Japan.”

True horror passed over Saiki’s face. “What?”

“You can move back in with us!” said Mrs. Saiki happily.

“I don’t think so,” said Kusuke.

“Where then?” asked Mr. Saiki.

“I was thinking of staying with Grandma and Grandpa,” said Kusuke brightly.

“That’ll be wonderful!” said Grandma Saiki. She pulled out her cell phone. “I’ll tell Kumagoro!”

Saiki let out a sigh of relief. At least Kusuke wasn’t coming back to live with Mr. and Mrs. Saiki. That would be the end of any peace Saiki had at home. Quickly, he took (Y/N)’s hand and began to pull them away.

“Let’s escape before he tries to make another competition,” said Saiki.

(Y/N) laughed and followed him. “Good idea.” They squeezed his hand while holding the plushy with their another. “What should we go and do?”

“Whatever you want,” said Saiki. He just wanted a nice moment with (Y/N).

“Hmmm.” (Y/N) looked around at the different stalls, and their eyes alighted on a tent where people were sitting and eating. However, at the center of the tent was a wooden stage where people were dancing. Their eyes brightened. They really wanted to dance. But Kusuo wouldn’t want the attention. Plus, that’s a lot of physical contact. They shook their head. They wouldn’t make Saiki uncomfortable just because they wanted to dance. “I don’t know,” said (Y/N). “You choose.” They smiled encouragingly.

Saiki sighed. He had seen where their eyes went, and there they were, still trying to appease him. They were too nice.

“Come on,” said Saiki, gently pulling them towards the tent.

“Huh?” said (Y/N), surprised.

“Let’s dance,” said Saiki, setting down his bag and taking (Y/N)’s plushy. Then, he took their hands and guided them onto the dance floor.

(Y/N)’s smile turned bright, and Saiki fell head-over-heels for them for the hundredth time. He knew that he’d never grow tired of making them smile. “Super Trouper” by ABBA began to play. Saiki moved awkwardly, not sure how to dance. (Y/N) laughed and held his hands firmly. They swung his arms and moved their feet to the beat. Slowly but surely, Saiki began to move with them, though he really didn’t pay attention much to what he was doing. He was only looking at (Y/N) as they grinned and sang along to the music, bouncing on their feet playfully.

And so, to preserve that smile for as long as he could—he’d bend the world to their will if they’d ask in order to make them happily, not that they would ask (which made him care all the more)—he copied what he saw other couples doing. Saiki firmly held (Y/N)’s hand and spun them around. They laughed in surprise and twirled a couple times, smiling giddily.

As the music played, (Y/N) moved closer to him and put their arms around his neck. He smiled slightly and put his hands on their waist, still moving together to the music. (Y/N) threw their hands up and sang along to the music while Saiki watched them adoringly. (Y/N) smiled at him. They really, really lov—cared about Saiki. He was one of the best things to ever happen to them, and they were so lucky to be with him.

“You’re the best, Kusuo,” they said, smiling.

“I’m not,” said Saiki.

“You’re the best for me, then,” said (Y/N) firmly. They laid their head on his chest while they hugged him close.

Saiki smiled at them as he held them close. “You’re the best for me.” No one else came close. He lifted a hand and tilted their face towards his. Leaning in, he kissed them softly.

Smiling, (Y/N) kissed back.

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