#and how he kaido and nendo wanted to take saiki to the beach

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this is kubosai core to me, idk how to explain it though,, i just think,, they are Beach boyfriends,,,

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a blooming garden - saiki k x oc

HI I KNOW NO ONE LIKES WATTPAD BUT I DONT HAVE AN AO3 STILL SO UNTIL THEN YOU GET TO DEAL WITH ALL MY SHIT ON HERE SO HERES MY SHITTY SELF INSERT OC STORY THE FIRST CHAPTER IS REALLY SHORT OK BYE 

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chapter one - flowers bloom

My name is Yua Ichika. 

And I’m a flower. 

I suppose I should be more specific. I’m not an actual flower- I’m a human girl with a peculiar curse. See, I’ve lived in Japan my whole life, but when I was younger I moved around a lot. I don’t remember a lot of my childhood. A lot of it is a blur of doodles, moving trucks, and bickering with my older sister, Aneko. But I have one thing I remember very well. 

I suppose I was about 6 at the time. Aneko was 7. I went to school with this girl who’s name I’ll never remember who claimed to be a psychic. She and I liked the same boy. I think his name was Hisato. Hisato liked me, and the girl was bitter when I told her.

I think if anything this taught me two things. One: don’t tease people. I remember teasing her and before Aneko reprimanded me the psychic told me I’d regret this, and anytime I fell in love with a boy, if he did not love me back, flowers would bloom throughout my body until I died. 

The second thing I learned was simple: don’t ever fall in love. I’ve stuck to this rule pretty well. There was only one other time I could think of, in middle school when I liked some girl who was out of my league. It was only a minor crush, though, and the flowers went away fast.

..And then there was now. Something else I’ve learned: the flowers are different every time. Last time, the flowers were oleanders. Oleanders are usually associated with charm and romance, but they could kill humans. The oleanders never affected me like that, though, and I was lucky when they stopped blooming and fell away. It’s really hard to lie about why you’ve got a flower blooming over your eye.  But I did realize now: the oleander represented how I felt about her and her true personality. I loved her. She was toxic.

I have freckles across my cheeks and arms. People usually assume that I was born with them and that it’s just a cute trait. That is, when people pay attention to me. But the freckles are actually places where flowers have bloomed and fallen away before. My arms, face, and neck. 

Do I regret teasing that girl? Yes. I do. Would I go back and change my actions if I could? No. I wouldn’t. I know that one day, this may kill me. Or maybe in the eyes of some people I’ll never live a “full life.” But I know I wouldn’t have learned some certain lessons if I didn’t.

Which brings me to now. I’d like to emphasize, I don’t curse often since I don’t talk often. But I’d like to dub myself as a fucking dumbass.  A really big idiot. And the reason why I say this is because I just coughed up a golden bloom- what I presume to be a buttercup flower, in the school bathroom. 

This isn’t as bad as it can be. I’ve had oleanders cover my eyes before, this will be fine, this will pass. I know exactly who the cause of this is, too. Well, to phrase in a better term, I know who it is I’ve fallen in love with. 

I wipe my hands on my handkerchief and place it back in my pocket as I look at myself in the mirror. Brown hair cascades past my shoulders, framing blue eyes hidden behind glasses. Freckles dot my face and neck, or what’s visible of them. There’s even a few freckles on my left eyelid, but they’re never noticeable. I stride out of the restroom and into my classroom with feigned confidence, our teacher nodding to adknowledge I’ve returned as I take my seat towards the back of the classroom. 

I can’t help but zone out, staring out the window lost in thought. I’ve liked Saiki for a while now. I guess it just took a bit for my curse to kick in. My eyes slowly scan the classroom of students. All of them I know their names, but I’m not friends with any of them. 

Those are the measures I’ve taken to make sure I don’t fall in love. I’ll be honest, I don’t care if I’m alone. And I still wouldn’t ever go back and change what I did. But I’m still afraid of one thing:

I don’t wanna die.

My eyes continue to scan until they fall on Aiura Mikoto, one of the two psychics in our class. And, well, the only known psychic in our class. I don’t know why but she looks so familiar to me. Like a distant memory, or someone you saw in a dream once. Before I know it the bell rings, dismissing our daily classes.

As I stand and collect my things, my eyes fall to the note I’ve written, lying untouched aside from my handwriting, lacing the page in black pen. I pick it up as I throw my bag over my shoulder, and I’m the last to walk out of the classroom. Our teacher casts me a glance, one of concern, as I leave. She’s usually worried about me, when she remembers I exist. 

That’s the thing about not having friends. No one remembers who I am, and no one cares to. It’s a side effect. I do it to stay safe. Of course, I have my moments, say in gym class I’ll save a game or score a goal where people get happy and if I’m lucky they’ll remember my name. But that’s about it. 

As I walk through the halls of PK Academy I pass Teruhashi in conversation with Saiki. I smile at them both. Only Teruhashi smiles back.

I’ve always been jealous of Teruhashi. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted to be. Pretty. Loved. Friendly. Outgoing. But I’m never hateful of her. If anything, maybe one day I’d like to be her friend. But I’m always cautious, and I’m sure with a girl of her pure social status she is too, so.. I’ve never tried. But her distracting Saiki gives me an opportunity as I approach the shoe lockers. 

I slip the note I’ve written into Saiki’s locker before turning to mine, conveniently next to his. Call that cruel irony, huh? I change my shoes quickly and walk out of school, thankfully leaving before Saiki could get to his locker. It’d be really awkward if he opened it and found a note from me while I was next to him. 

I walk out of the school gates and ahead of me I see Kuboyasu and Kaido walking and talking, laughing. I smile to myself. They’ve got a nice dynamic. Also I could see them dating. Just throwing that out there. I live close to Kaido’s house, an apartment near his. I dig in my bag to find my phone and earphones and it’s barely a minute before all I can hear is the music. 

I’ve always been a bit lonely. Sometimes music helps fill the void. I think one of the cruelest things about my curse was the once upon a time I had friends. And I don’t remember them well but I remember how it felt. Having people care and always be there for you. Maybe it’s dramatic in the sense- the measures I’ve taken to avoid this- but it’s all I can ever think of.

As I enter the general store that’s placed along my path home I take out one of my earbuds and turn to the register- only to see Nendo Riki, my classmate. He smiles wide and greets me. “Hey, pal!”

“Hi, Nendo.” I smile as I turn to the aisles. Nendo calls me pal because I hung out with him once or twice after we had to work together on a partner project. I let him be the exception because.. Come on. It’s Nendo. But I never talk to him much since he’s usually with Saiki. If I’m by Saiki and I fall for him harder.. It’ll only quicken the process.  

I stop in front of a clear fridge with sodas in it. If I’m anything I’m addicted to coca cola, I’ll admit it. I open it and grab a coke- vanilla float flavored, and walk back to where Nendo stands by a register. I place it on the counter. A man who seems to be his boss is behind him, guiding him, which is unsurprising to me.

“How have you been, buddy? We don’t talk often!” Nendo grins as his boss guides him and I hand him 300 yen.  

“I’ve been alright. You?” I ask him kindly as he hands the bottle back to me. I open it as he talks. 

“I’ve been great! Recently, my other buddy and I, Saiki, went to the beach with Kaido and Kuboyasu as well! It was great!” He seems overjoyed. He’s like a stray puppy who I left food for once and now he comes back every week but I can’t take him in because in this metaphor I’d be allergic to dogs. 

“I’m sure it was fantastic, Nendo. I have to go, though.” 

“Oh, okay! Bye, buddy!” He waves as I leave and I give a small wave as I exit the store and continue walking home. 

The walk isn’t much longer as I finally arrive in my apartment and kick off my shoes. I live alone, and Mom and Aneko live across the city. Mom pays for this apartment because once upon a time PK Academy was my dream school. Now it’s just.. A school. But I’m not necessarily complaining. It could be worse. 

I drop my bag somewhere along my route to my bedroom before changing out of my school uniform and into a black sweater and shorts. I dig through my cabinets and grab a box of pocky before going to walk into my living room.

I sit on my couch and play idle games on my phone as my mind wanders to the note I left Saiki. No, it was not a love note.

‘Saiki, I’ve got something important I need to talk to you about. I know about your powers and I have a favor to ask of you. Signed, Yua Ichika.’ 

That's what I wrote. I had a plan, to ensure I’d be okay: 

I’d ask Saiki Kusuo to make me hate him. 

The reality is I’ve known of his powers for a while now. How, you ask? I heard Tortisuka and Aiura yelling that day they were trying to yell at Akechi, or something. I got curious and when you look for a pattern you find one. I’ve gathered at least some: teleportation, telepathy, clairvoyance, phsychometry, astral project, and there’s probably more. 

I never bother him about it though. Generally, at school I keep my thoughts away from him as best I can. If I don’t stand out to him there’s no chance anything will happen. With this curse, sure, there’s a chance that maybe if he likes me back the flowers would fall away with time. 

But that doesn’t happen. I’ve seen Saiki before: Saiki Kusuo does not fall in love.  So this is my last option. I can’t fall out of love. I’ve tried before. 

Last year. Before time rewinded. 

I don’t know why but I’m assuming Saiki rewound time for something. I have all the memories of last year- and so does everyone else- but I’m the only one who realizes this. Because I was seconds from death when he rewound time. So I have to take this precaution now in case he doesn’t rewind again. 

And it’d be selfish to ask him to rewind the whole world because I don’t wanna die. So as much as I don’t want to this is the last option I can think of. 

I have to get myself to hate Saiki Kusuo.