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

Saiki Kusuo x Reader

Chapter Twenty: Investigative Transfer

Summary: Akechi begins to investigate Saiki's "psychic-ness."

“You’re (Y/N) (L/N), right?” said Akechi, appearing behind (Y/N) in the hall. It was between classes, and (Y/N) jumped. Akechi didn’t give (Y/N) a chance to respond and barreled right into his next question. “You’re in my class. You sat with me at lunch. I just wanted to make sure you knew who I was. I noticed you and Kusuo seemed to be close.”

(Y/N) coughed, and they opened their mouth to speak, but Akechi continued.

“I have a few questions about Kusuo. What is he like? Has anything strange ever happened around you while he’s there?” said Akechi.

“Not really,” said (Y/N). They smiled. “Everything is fine with him. Sometimes we’re around weird, but fun, people, so there’s that, but Kusuo doesn’t do anything weird.”

They don’t think of my abilities as weird. From the floor above where he was listening to the conversation, Saiki smiled slightly.

“Anything unexplained? Sudden things appearing or disappearing? Things moving how they shouldn’t?” Akechi leaned in. “You’re obviously the closest to him. Are you just friends? Or are you dating?”

(Y/N)’s face turned completely red. “I—”

“Judging by your reaction, you’re either dating or at least have a crush on him,” said Akechi. “Do you have a crush on him because he’s a psychic? Is he impressive? Do you have proof of his powers?”

(Y/N) crossed their arms. “I like Kusuo—” I love Kusuo “—because he’s a good guy. He’s nice and helpful. Anything else doesn’t matter. Who cares about stuff like psychic powers?”

Oh, wow. I love (Y/N). Those words sent him head-over-heels for them again.

“So you don’t see him doing anything weird?” said Akechi.

“Nope. Everything he does is just Kusuo,” said (Y/N), smiling.

Akechi deflated slightly. “Thank you for your time.”

Saiki breathed a sigh of relief. He could really rely on (Y/N).

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“Line up!” said Matsusaki, the sun beating down on the class. They stood in gardens, reading for their jobs. “We’re digging up potatoes, today.”

Our school does this every October, thought Saiki. Yare yare. We’re not little kids. Nobody gets excited—

“Let’s dig up potatoes!” said Hairo.

“Yeah!” cheered the other students.

I’m proved wrong.

“We’re fart after eating sweet potatoes,” laughed Nendou.

An idiot.

“You can’t hide from me,” declared Kaidou dramatically. “You can’t escape my Sweet Potato Radar.”

What a useless radar.

“A golden treasure lies in wait!” said Mera.

She’s insatiable.

“If I can get a few potatoes, I can make potato-based bread,” said (Y/N) thoughtfully. “That’s very good.”

“Let’s get to work, then,” said Saiki. A good pastry from (Y/N) was all the incentive he needed. He grimaced as soon as he stepped into the fields with (Y/N). His one weakness would be present, unfortunately. “Bugs…”

“What was that, Kusuo?” said (Y/N).

“Nothing,” said Saiki, pulling on his gloves. At least he was working with (Y/N). I’ll just pretend to dig.

“Hi, there, Kusuo, (L/N),” said Akechi, appearing beside them. “Can I join you? We harvested potatoes once. It was October third in second grade when I was on the bus with you and peed my pants. I caused so much trouble then.” He crouched beside (Y/N) and Saiki. “Potato harvesting is fun, isn’t it? It makes me smile.”

“I hope it doesn’t make you pee.”

(Y/N) nudged Saiki in the side for that comment.

“Kusuo, watch your feet,” said Akechi. “You might step on a worm.”

Sure enough, Saiki looked down and saw a bug. He jerked back immediately. “Crap!”

“Are you okay?” said Akechi.

Saiki swallowed. I held it in. That was close. He had almost exploded all the potatoes up from the ground. If I did that in front of this guy, it’s all over.

“You don’t look well,” said Akechi.

“Don’t worry, Kusuo,” said (Y/N). They picked up the caterpillar and set it on a bush farther away so it could eat and grow. They smiled back at Saiki. “I’ll protect you from the bugs.”

“Are you an angel?” blurted out Saiki, and (Y/N) laughed.

“Hey, pal, pinky, look what I harvested!” called Nendou, holding up a dozen giant potatoes.

“Great job, Nendou,” said (Y/N).

“Those are impressive potatoes,” said Akechi, thankfully distracted.

“Right? His are even better, though,” said Nendou, gesturing to Kaidou. “Show them.”

“Shut up,” huffed Kaidou. “Here.” He held up a few shriveled potatoes.

“So tiny.”

“Impressive, little guy!” laughed Nendou. “The skinniest potatoes!”

“Shut up! It’s about how they taste! Not how they look,” said Kaidou defensively.

“Those will definitely taste bad,” said Saiki.

“Yeah,” agreed (Y/N), chuckling.

“Did you know that the purple color of these potatoes is due to a pigment called anthocyanin?” said Akechi.

“What’s that all about?” said Nendou.

“My character talks a lot, so I need to talk now or you’ll forget,” said Akechi.

“I don’t think we can forget you,” chirped (Y/N). “You leave an impression.”

“That’s not a good thing.” I should leave while Akechi is busy. He took (Y/N)’s hand and pulled them away with him a few steps.

They paused as they looked at Mera, who stared up at them tiredly. She had been harvesting so quickly she was already tiring. Saiki blinked. (Y/N) blinked. Mera blinked. Saiki patted her on the shoulder, and a light burst for a moment. An energized Mera jumped up and walked off for more potatoes, leaving a few for Saiki to pick up without having to face any bugs.

“Go and prosper,” said Saiki as Mera happily went searching for more food.

“Bye, Mera!” said (Y/N), waving.

“Did you already finish, Kusuo? When?” said Akechi, appearing behind them.

“When you were rambling about potato taste and color,” said Saiki.

“But your gloves are still clean,” observed Akechi. “Did someone help you? You can’t have someone else do it.”

“Kusuo and I were working together. He spotted the best plants, and I pulled them up,” said (Y/N), smiling and holding up their own dirty gloves.

“The whole point of this exercise is to serve the community, so he should pull at least one for it to be fair. Come on, Kusuo, let’s do this,” said Akechi. “Help me clear away these vines.” He tossed a vine to Saiki.

Instantly, Saiki’s eyes narrowed in on the worm about to crawl onto his hand. He sucked in a breath.

“Look at this one, it looks like a turd!” said Nendou, showing a strange potato to Kaidou.

Bam! It exploded.

“It blew up!” cried Kaidou.

“Oh, something happened,” said Akechi, looking back. He looked at Saiki with an evil look on his face. “Let’s continue.”

He figured out I hate bugs…

He knows Kusuo’s weakness.

Kusuo hates bugs! though Akechi. Enough to unconsciously use his psychic powers. I’ll find some more.

Saiki shivered and braced himself as best he could as Akechi approached. “Here, Kusuo,” said Akechi.

“Oh, Akechi, watch out,” said (Y/N), interceding with a smile. “There are still some bugs on the vine.” They took the bugs in their gloves and deposited them back on the ground. “You don’t want to disturb them from their habitat.”

“Oh. Right. They are good pollinators,” said Akechi, his plan interrupted once again by (Y/N).

Saiki stared at (Y/N) like they were a real angel in the flesh. Not only had them somehow been nice to the gross bugs, but they had saved him from Akechi.

“It’s no problem, just be careful. Leave them on the ground,” said (Y/N), smiling. “Kusuo, will you help me pull on these?”

Saiki nodded and knelt to help them. He knew no bugs were around if (Y/N) was asking him. So, he pulled out a potato, and (Y/N) grinned.

“There, Akechi. Now Kusuo has helped on both sides of our team-up,” said (Y/N). They gestured to their basket. “We have to head out, now. Bye.”

Akechi watched them go. They are definitely dating. But are they covering for Kusuo because of that or do they truly not know about his powers?

You will never find out, thought Saiki. It was bad enough that Akechi was figuring out they were dating and could blab to everyone, but he did not intend for Akechi to learn that his abilities were real.

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“Thank you for dealing with the bugs.” Saiki shivered as he remembered them.

“It’s no problem,” said (Y/N), smiling and putting down a freshly baked loaf of potato bread. It had taken until the weekend to finish it up, but they had the loaf now. “Everyone has their fears.”

“You don’t,” remarked Saiki. They faced everything easily.

“I get scared of haunted houses and ghosts,” said (Y/N).

“That’s only because Toritsuka is a creep and makes everything creepier,” said Saiki.

(Y/N) laughed. “Fair enough. But I am scared of things.”

“I don’t believe that.” (Y/N) was one of the strongest and bravest people he knew—maybe the strongest and bravest.

“I’m scared of losing you,” teased (Y/N).

The sudden flirting made Saiki’s cheeks warm, and (Y/N) laughed. “I bring a lot of trouble. Your life would be calmer without me.”

“My life would be boring without you,” corrected (Y/N). “And I like my life with you in it.”

“Even when you have to deal with people like Akechi or Teruhashi or Kusuke?” said Saiki incredulously.

“Yeah,” said (Y/N), shrugging as if it was obvious. “Kokomi is my friend, and she is growing, maturing. She is so used to her identity being her looks that she’s still figuring out who she is beyond that. I think she’s going to find who she is and be happier for it. So she’s no bother.

“Kusuke is…eccentric, but I know you and I can handle his ridiculous games.” They laughed.

“And as for Akechi…I think he’s just looking for answers. Whatever happened between you two, he’s clearly been left with questions, and I can’t blame him for wanting to understand,” said (Y/N). “If you had just teleported away when I found you teleporting the hotel, I would be confused and try to get answers.” They shrugged. “So I don’t care about all that. I like having you in my life, Kusuo. You’re my boyfriend now, and you were my friend before. Nothing changes that I care about you.”

“You’re too nice.”

“And you’re too pessimistic, so we balance each other out,” laughed (Y/N).

“…Should I tell Akechi?” said Saiki. “Would that get him to leave us alone?”

(Y/N) looked at him. “Do you want my honest answer?” Saiki nodded. “Probably not. I think he wants to be your friend like you were in elementary school. And he seems like the type that becomes part of our friend group.” They laughed.

“I don’t know if he wants to be my friend about elementary school,” said Saiki.

(Y/N) paused. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“I…did something I shouldn’t have,” said Saiki.

(Y/N) sat down across from Saiki and held out their hand. Saiki took their offer and held their hand. “You can tell me if you want.”

“I healed him after he was bullied. He was nice to me, and I wanted to help. I thought he was unconscious, but he had seen everything. He started calling me a psychic, a healer, the next few days, and the bullies started demanding I prove it.” Saiki paused. “I didn’t. I acted clueless. I thought that would stop everything, but—”

(Y/N) squeezed his hand encouragingly, gazing at him.

“I found Akechi beaten up again. I saw them standing over him, and I just snapped.” Saiki swallowed. “I destroyed the entire classroom and barely managed to wipe the memories of the bullies of what I’d done. But Akechi saw. And I had to leave schools. All because I lost control and hurt people.” He looked at (Y/N). “That’s why Akechi can’t find out it was real. Because I was a danger. He’ll tell everyone that I’m a danger. And I didn’t mean to—”

“Of course you didn’t,” said (Y/N), squeezing his hand. “You were six years old, Kusuo. What six-year-old can control their emotions, let alone psychic powers? It was an accident, and it happened because you wanted to protect your friend. No one can fault you for that.” They smiled. “And you don’t know that Akechi thinks you’re a danger. Maybe he just wants to know if you really did help him. You two were friends. Maybe that’s what he wants back. His friend.”

“Maybe. I don’t know.”

“But you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” said (Y/N). “But if you decide to do anything or just want to talk, I’m here, alright? I’m always here.”

“Even knowing I’m capable of harm?” said Saiki quickly.

“Everyone is capable of harm. Everyone is capable of good,” said (Y/N). “What’s important is that you choose to do good.” They smiled, lifted his hand, and kissed the back. “That’s why I like you so much.”

Saiki smiled slightly. “You always know what to say.”

“I just say what I think,” said (Y/N).

“I know.” And it meant the world to Saiki.

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