echoes-world

[echoes-world]

at my worst (2)

Kusuo doesn’t see you again for two months. Not that he was counting that on purpose, he was counting the days since he last saw Kusuke. Life goes on, you weren’t important and he didn’t care if you were dating his brother. Sure, that was stupid as Kusuke is an asshole but apparently girls like that kind of guy.

Or so he thinks, as he is stuck listening to everybody’s thoughts yearning for boys in his school that were plain morons. How did someone like Kaido have a girl pining over him? He was an eighth grader in the body of a high schooler. Or Kusuo himself. He could be a jerk sometimes yet he has an entire harem chasing after his love. Which was only reserved for coffee jelly, mind you.

So when he enters the 200 mile radius of PK Academy, he is irked to find that there will be a new transfer student. Boys are hoping it's a cute girl, and the girls are hoping they can be friends. Kusuo rubs his temple, feeling a migraine snake its way through his head. Hasn’t this school had enough freaky transfer students?

The loud chatter and thoughts don’t get any better as he sits down at his designated desk. Would it kill these people to stay quiet for a second? At least the transfer student was in another class, Kusuo found through others. He hoped that would make his class shut up. Alas, they were intent on making him suffer. Unknowingly, but still.

By the time lunch comes around, he runs out full speed to a hiding spot before any of his so-called friends yank him into an ‘adventure’. He finds himself on the secluded rooftop. Even if there weren’t many people there, because of his 200-mile-radius telepathy, the loudness was still the same. He clenched his jaw and rubbed his temple again. Maybe if he turned invisible he could nap without worries. No, if anyone happened to trip over him, it would be game over. He finds himself in his head trying to dull out the aches and loud voices- that he jumps when he hears your soft voice pull him out.

His eyes dart out to in front of him- and there you are. You have the PK Academy uniform on, and your bangs were trimmed so that he could now see your face. He felt his breathing hitch as he took in your appearance. You were beautiful, almost as beautiful as Teruhashi. No- he was lying to himself. You were a goddess. The sun highlighted your angel like features, a light glow surrounding you. It wasn’t obnoxious like Teruhashi though- no, it suited you.

You didn’t deserve to have a concerned look on your face- wait- why did you look worried?

    “You look like you’re in pain, Saiki-san. Would you like some ibuprofen?” You ask in a quiet voice- not wanting to make his pain worsen.

Unfortunately, medicine doesn’t work on Kusuo. You didn’t need to know that though. He nodded, and watched as you opened your school bag and dug through to find the painkillers. Was he worthy of receiving painkillers from a goddess? Was he delirious?

    “Here you go- oh, and here's some water!” You hand him the items. He freezes as your skin makes short contact and he’s pretty sure his brain short circuits.

He clears his throat and swallows the tablets along with the water.

    ‘Thanks, ’ he nods.

    “It’s no problem!” You smile- still keeping your voice lowered. “I’m glad I was of use! Is it ok if I sit with you? I-I feel a bit uncomfortable being the center of attention…”

Saiki freezes again. Hold on, were you the transfer student everyone was talking about? He had never seen you before in his school- and suddenly you’re here the day the transfer student was supposed to start.

    “It’s my first day,” You nervously said, noticing the conflicted look on the pink haired boy’s face. “The students here are… quite the handful.” (you were being too kind, they were plain clingy.)

Kusuo only shrugs. You give him a thankful smile and sit yourself next to him, looking over the city. You don’t say anything else, which Kusuo guesses was nice. After all, he could still hear the thoughts and voices from inside the building. After 3 minutes of silence, Kusuo couldn’t help but wonder if you found it awkward to sit without saying anything. He peers into your mind, having to tune out all of the other thoughts in order to see into your quiet thoughts.

    ‘ It’s so nice out today, no wonder Saiki-san came out here to relieve his pain, ’ you think, smiling at the sun and clouds.

That was it? He was sure you were going to be cursing his quietness, or looking for a way to leave because of it being awkward and you wanting to bask in the attention the rest of the school was giving you. He paused as he noticed the thoughts of the rest of the school body were now muffled. Like distinct background noise. He wondered if he could eventually tune everything out if he solely focused on your inner mind. He closed his eyes and he almost smiled at the glimpse of a ‘ it’s too bad lunch is almost over… hopefully Saiki-san feels better!’

It was peaceful, Kusuo found. Your thoughts were simple, and pleasant. He found his stress of being a psychic melting away at the peace he felt. The mostly silent cave that was your mind was something he found he needed after years of not having any peace unless he had his ring on. Which even then, he found weird because at least you had ordinary thoughts come about once in a while.

Unfortunately, his blissful state was interrupted when the bell rang. You stood up, holding a hand out to Kusuo. “Thank you for letting me sit here! It’s so nice out,” you give him a sincere smile as he hesitantly takes your hand and lets you help him up. “I hope your headache is better, Saiki-san,” you bow as you head towards the door that would lead you back into the building.

His brain short circuits again. Wait. How did you know he had a headache again?

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[echoes-world]

at my worst  (1)

Before we begin! Take this guide:

‘ Thoughts.'

“Speaking.”

‘ Telepathy.'

‘Direct telepathy.'

Also in this fic lets pretend Ku can turn on and off his x ray vision...

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Throughout his entire existence, Saiki Kusuo was the one (besides Nendo) who had never been invested in romance or anything remotely similar. Which was strange, considering his parents were very romantic and affectionate individuals. However, because his older brother Kusuke was also far from being a lover, they were not surprised at their youngest son’s romantic-less life.

Which is why when Kusuke showed up with you trailing after him like a baby duckling at their new years dinner, they all sported shocked expressions of various degrees.

You looked adorable, to say the least. Your dark blue hair was braided into twin tails, and the oversized sweater (which was Kusuke’s), coat and sweatpants swallowed your already tiny body up. However, the earmuffs and beanie flattened your bangs, covering half your face, not allowing for Kusuo to get a good look. He could’ve used his x-ray vision, but he didn’t particularly care for you or his brother enough to bother.

    “Is this your girlfriend, Kusuke?/Who’s this cute little thing?” The Saiki parents' questions bombarded the two intruders.

Kusuke bent and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. “This is my lovely friend (y/n)-chan! I met her a week ago at the airport and we’ve been hanging out! Her family’s busy so I invited her to our dinner! You all don’t mind, do you?”

As chaos ensued questioning why Kusuke hadn’t informed them that he had arrived a week ago and crying at the story, Kusuo looked over to you. Your thoughts were quiet- he really had to focus on them. They were various formats of ‘ I feel so bad they weren’t aware ahead of time! ’ and ‘Kusuke-kun was so kind to invite me!’

Kusuo wished he could read Kusuke’s thoughts. How were you already on a first name basis after a week? Kusuke was never one for girls- so he must be planning something. Perhaps under the kind, cute girl you were one of Kusuke’s robot experiments built for destroying the world.

After the introductions (in which Kusuo’s was: ‘I’m Saiki Kusuo. Please don’t talk to me.’) they found themselves having dinner while (y/n) answered questions from the parents.

    “What do your parents do to be busy on a special night?” (Kurimi)

    “You and Kusuke look adorable together!” (Kuniharu)

    “What college do you go to?”

    “Please date Ku-kun! I want grandbabies!”

One thing Kusuo noted about you, was that your voice never betrayed your thoughts.

    “They are fashion designers!” ( ‘my parents are so talented!’) “And, I’m actually still in high school… ” ( ‘I believe in second year? )

Kusuo stiffened. What did that mean?

    “Oh my! You’re the same age as Kuu-chan,” Kurumi’s eyes sparkled.

    ‘ Don’t bring me into this.’

    “What school do you go to?” Kuniharu immediately asked. Was it ignore Kusuo o’clock already?

    “She’s homeschooled!” Kusuke butted in, ruffling your beanie-covered head.

Kusuo’s eyebrow quirked up and he decided to tune into your head to see what was up. ‘ Woah, Kuusuke-kun is so cool !’ was the only thing running through your dumb head. What a disappointment.

    “Are you two joining us to the shrine?” Kurimi asked. ‘ Please say yes! Please say yes!’

Kusuke shook his head. “I’m taking (y/n) back home, it’s a bit far so we should take off.”

This sent both Kurimi and Kuniharu squealing in adorement, as everyone began getting up for goodbyes.

    “Goodbye, baby brother. Take care,” Kusuke smirked at him. What for? How would Kusuo know.

    ‘Die,’ Kusuo grumbled. He watched Kusuke skip to their parents, and jumped when he sensed you in front of him. Wow, you were small. He had to look down in order to see what was visible on your face.

You bowed politely with a c̶u̶t̶e̶ smile. “Thank you for having me! I’m very sorry about intruding on your family dinner. It was very nice to meet you, Saiki-san.”

Kusuo only nodded, and you gave a small wave as you moved on to thank his parents. As the pair closed the door behind them, the three Saikis began dressing for the shrine.

He was certainly going to wish for the demise of his older brother Kusuke. (and the robot machine, (y/n).)

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