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ink-stainedkiss · 5 days ago

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You’re Nothing Special (AKA: Perfect)

- Kusuo Saiki

Synopsis: Today, Saiki is faced with the biggest challenge; going to your home. The pyschic isn’t sure what to expect, but in the end, he figures out more than he believed he would.

Guys I’m am so sorry for taking so long on the Pt.2. I fear I grew a writers block when writing Saiki, but also because I had no clue where to begin with the Reader being so boring (LMAO) so that’s why she has an average life, but she’s not a complete robot. Also, can you guys catch which Laufey song I was inspired by while writing this?

“Regular speaking.”

Regular thinking.

‘Saiki Speaking.’

Saiki Thinking

Warnings:None

Word Count: 1.6k

Pt.1 ᯓ★ Pt.2

Today was the day. Saiki was going to come over to your home to work on the project. He was more nervous than he would like to admit. He just didn’t want to mess up. It was too late to back down because he was walking through the icy winds, about a minute away from the address you had sent him. His mind raced with dooming thoughts. What if her parents barrage me with personal questions? I hope it’s not awkward. He shurred not at the cold weather, but the feeling of unpleasantness.

Before he knew it, the psychic was standing in front of your home. There was only one word to describe it. Average. Just the way Saiki liked it.

You opened the door, a blinding smile on your face as recognizable pink hair came into your view,”Saiki!” You said cheerfully,”I was wondering when you were going to show up.” Saiki softly smiled at your happiness, ‘I’m sorry, I forgot my coat at home and had to turn back.’ That’s a lie. He spent most of his time contemplating if he should go or text you and say he felt under the weather. You frowned at him, glancing past and noticing the flurry coating the sky,”Well come in, I don’t want you to freeze.”

That would likely never happen, but it was sweet you cared. He walked into your home, noticing the cleanliness of the place. There wasn’t a lot of decorations and it was easy to see you and your parents had just moved here. Even if, the psychic saw trinkets that showed off the love growing from this home. A tiny picture frame that held your child-like smile or a hung painting of your baby handprint that was worn down. Saiki took off his coat, placing it on the coat rack next to him, ‘You have a very cozy home.’

You gave him bewildered eyes,”Seriously? I think it looks pretty boring.” ‘Is that a bad thing?’ Your face showed how in thought you were about his question, and soon enough you smiled,” I’ve never thought about it that way,” Looking around, you started to see what Saiki was talking about,”I guess it isn’t.”

“Honey? Who’s at the door?” Oh no. You turn your head toward your mother, who had walked out of the kitchen,”Just my work partner,” Saiki freezes up as your mom’s gaze lands on him,”Oh! Is this Saiki?” Did you mention me before? The blush rising to your cheeks didn’t go unnoticed by the psychic,”Yes, mom.”

A delighted look fell onto your mothers face as she stuck out a hand for him to shake,”It’s nice to meet you Saiki.” He nodded softly, shaking her hand, ‘It’s nice to meet you too. Thank you for inviting me over.’ Your mother glanced at you with an impressed look,”You should bring him over more often, Dear.” Your face flushes and you whip your head around to hide it,”Mom, please quit.” You give a desperate look towards Saiki and he quickly picks it up,”We are going to head up to my room.”

Your mother has a cheeky smirk on her face, one that makes you glare at her. Eventually, she drops her teasing and lets the two of you leave. You were finally alone and it looked like you had started on the project before Saiki even got to your home. You chuckled slightly at the sigh of your floor being covered in working tools. Notebooks, pencils and pens, sticky notes, and your laptop open,”Sorry, I just wanted to work ahead.” He shook his head, ‘I don’t mind. I’m glad you care about the project.’ Saiki could have easily done the work on his own, but he respected the fact that you weren’t…well a Nendo.

Saiki watched as you dropped to the floor, getting comfortable on the wood tiles,”You can work on my bed if you want or my desk.” Saiki glanced at the options, but ultimately sat down in front of you, ‘The floors fine.’ There was a split second where you just stared at him, an indistinct expression on your face. His brows creased and completely forgot to use his powers, instead quickly asking you, ‘What?’

You shook your head in amusement,”You’re just something else Saiki.” Am I supposed to take offense to that? Seemingly reading his mind, you continued,”Not in a bad way, it’s just, most people at school they’re so loud and judgmental, but you’re not like them.” Saiki was very confused. Is it a good thing that he stuck out of the crowd? Maybe, if it meant you saw something good in him.

The day continued, the sun slowly sinking and making you turn on soft lights and candles. Somehow, you both moved to your bed and really the only thing running through your head was information that Saiki already knew. The teacher said five slides, so we can just split it evenly. I hope he’s not feeling uncomfortable. Should I speak up? But we are both working, I don’t want to-

‘Are you finding your own way around the school?’ Saiki wasn’t one to start a conversation, but you seemed to be overthinking, so he stepped in to help. There was a flash of surprise on your face, but it was gone in a blink of an eye, replaced by a light grin,”Mhm! I’m honestly shocked I haven’t gotten lost and the teachers are super nice.” He nodded along, ‘What about the other students?’

Saiki felt an odd sense in his chest as a downcast expression landed on your face, clearly it wasn’t good. To distract yourself, you typed away on your computer,trying to act unmoved by his question,”It’s fine. I think our classmates only like people who have an interesting story.” A faux laugh sounded from you,”It feels like if you're not making a scene, then nobody really cares.” The psychic's brow furrowed at your words. I wish people saw you the way I do.

Clearing your throat, you tried to air out the awkwardness you brought in and played it off,”That’s really my fault, maybe I should have lied and said I’m the child of a billionaire.” If you would have said something like that, then I wouldn’t have tried to be your friend. The work in front of you two was slowly being abandoned and now you were leaning on your wall, staring at the open space ahead,”I think I’m only feeling like this because I’m not different. I feel like the most boringest person.”

Saiki couldn’t believe what he was hearing. You made being average sound terrible, but to him that’s all he wanted. Biting the inside of his cheek, Saiki dared to press you further, ‘It might be you’re just new to school and people haven’t introduced themselves to you.’ You exhaled softly, sorrow detectable in your tone,”Yeah, but usually new kids are always being asked questions and being greeted by their classmates, but so far you're the only one who’s made an impact.” That’s sort of good to hear.

‘Would it help to hear, if I said I like the fact you aren’t different from the crowd?’ Your jaw dropped slightly. Did he really just say that? Did I really just say that? Saiki didn’t expect to hear you giggling, a genuine giggle,”Thank you, it does help.” You sighed, leaning your head back,”I’m glad I got to know you Kusuo.” Saiki had to ignore how his heart fluttered at the sound of his name on your lips.

For the rest of the night, you spoke on and on. Saiki was sure this was the longest conversation he’s ever held. You told more about your life and he saw a tiny spark ignite in your eyes. It was no shocker to say that you were beautiful, but Saiki thought that your personality shined ten times brighter. Soon enough, the talk died down and you had turned on a movie. The psychic believed he would finish the show then leave, but then something fell onto his shoulder. He whipped his head around, but his eyes softened when they landed on your sleeping face. Are you really that comfortable around me? Saiki closed your laptop carefully, hoping to not wake you, and sat there in silence.

Your breathing was calm, quiet, and soothing to Saiki’s ears. Unbeknownst to him, Saiki rested his head on top of yours, unsure if this was a dream. While you slept, Saiki started to stare. Hard. He didn’t want to sound like a pervert, but he believed you looked so beautiful right now. There was a sharp bolt of realization that hit the psychic. As he watched your sleepy state, he concluded that friendship wasn’t what he wanted with you. The feeling pounded against his racing heart. This had to be a joke. A trick? I’ve never felt like this. It was a lot for him to take in, but you managed to slip past the psychic's vision and found yourself creating a new space in his heart.

Along with this new feeling, Saiki also realized something else. The more you talked, the more he saw you weren’t a boring person. Sure, you weren’t attracting chaos and the center of attention, but you had a personality. And Saiki thought that was just as perfect. The psychic reached a hand out, a throw blanket placed on your chair rising from its spot and floating over. He let it fly up and slowly glided down, resting comfortably on the two of you. Instinctively, you scooted closer, wanting more warmth. Saiki looked over, a little smile creeping its way onto his features. While you were sleeping, Saiki fell in love.

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