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Helloo if I may ask can you do where kusuke makes a little device that removes saiki's x-ray vision and seeing that the reader is pretty?

Pls say yes AND thanks for reading my request beautiful person that i adore 😎.

:3

This was a thought that once occurred in my head; whether I can verbalize my thoughts and write them down is another can of worms.

tiny drabble, may expand on this one, tbh. Not proofread 💔 (none of my works are)

Kusuo knew opening packages from his brother was a mistake—though his mother insisted. Good grief.

He half expected some weird prototype, or even some freaky gag gift—the usual. What did he find? New glasses and antennas, which was odd. His glasses worked fine, maybe it was some sort of prank? His antennae was quite fine as well.

‘To my dear little brother,’

‘I write and deliver to you, my newest prototype! I wish you enjoy my latest findings, and thank me for them. You must use the new set together, you cannot mix and match them!’

‘Warm Regards,’

‘S.K’

Just how annoying could his brother get?

With gentle precaution, Kusuo replaced his glasses and antennas. He didn’t notice any initial difference. Maybe it was some sort of prank? Would he feel a shock? Would he realize that kusuke is monitoring him now? All questions were answered when his father entered. How strange, he wasn’t muscle and tissue…but rather his father. Kusuo’s eyes widened by a small margin.

“Ku, your friend is downstairs, they’re here to see you.”

It was you, you were the only one his mother let in without calling him down first. Perhaps his mother sent his father as a messenger. He merely nodded, he didn’t need his father pestering him with his newfound sight. With his normal, silent grace, he followed his father halfway before she deviated to be in her room.

Nothing could prepare him for the first sight of someone that wasn’t his family. What words could he use? He never used beautiful, handsome, striking, cute, or pretty to describe an organism…so how could he describe you? How do you attribute pretty and cute properly? Sure, he’s seen photos of people, more or less skin, with or without his consent, but they’re not physical. You there and three dimensional. How could words describe you? Skin and eyelashes. Smile lines and crinkled eye corners. Pores and color. Your picture and your personality. Is this how attraction felt? Is this how boys felt when Teruhashi walked by?

No, it couldn’t be. You were the real thing, to him you would be the only real thing.

Very light fake plastic trees mention!!!

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hii cutie its 🚬 i was just wondering if you could do dating yandere saiki? also love you!!

Imagine She-Tyler The Creator and Frank Ocean

Tw: Stalker themes and descriptions—no graphic stuff

Yan!Kusuo whose obsession began when you lingered around him at lunch, sitting next to him and eating silently—you even offered him your coffee jelly.

Yan!Kusuo who began with reading your mind

Yan!Kusuo who found himself attached with the peace in your head, all normal and mellow

Yan!Kusuo who fine tunes his head to listen to your thoughts, at first

Yan!Kusuo who makes his head go dizzy using clairvoyance on you, eyes crossed until his head hurts. He just wants to know how you are, next.

Yan!Kusuo who mentally wards off anyone that tries to approach you with ulterior motives

Yan!Kusuo who realizes stalking you would be easy

Yan!Kusuo who takes a few minutes every night to stand in the corner of your room, invisible (he wasn’t risking it)

Yan!Kusuo who doesn’t take many trinkets, he doesn’t wish to raise too much suspicion. He’d only take minuscule items: Hair ties, any sort of jewelry, chewed on pencils, your favorite pens, anything tiny that could be lost easily

Yan!Kusuo who is fully able to just stare out your window whenever he wants, but he doesn’t. He finds using his powers too much is boring.

Yan!Kusuo who genuinely just follows you around for the love of the game

Yan!Kusuo who, out of pure curiosity, watches you during school. He watched you in your athletics and clubs

Yan!Kusuo who decides to follow you around after school

Yan!Kusuo who finds himself standing outside of your house

Yan!Kusuo who finds himself out your window, disregarding your mind that debated on whether something was there.

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to my 🚬anon, we’re getting there 🔥

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muehahahahahh

could i rq childhood bsf!saiki crushing on reader???

sry if its uh too much💔

helloooo sailor :33

It started out with his sense of justice when he saw your popsicle get taken away by some overweight boys who were far too chunky for you to take down. As all arguments and negotiations are settled in prepubescent years, he challenged them to rock-paper-scissors, in both your honor and his (they had lost their honor).

It evolved into you clinging like a leech. He, for some reason, always won rock-paper-scissors, so who were you to complain! Those who always prevailed in the game of chance, were bound to be a lucky charm.

Really, it was his psychic powers, but same thing, right?

It turned into him coming clean in high school. He planned to tell you fairly earlier, but as his precocious mind had warned him about how loose-lipped children were, he put it off. You handled it well, he’d say. Yes, there was ridiculous requests and questions, so much so, he did indeed turn into a cat, for you.

He still refuses to admit he stifled down purrs when you gave him scratches.

It was no matter, though. You’d accepted him the way he was, which solidified you in his confidante book (as the only one in that book).

You had become the rock too big to move now, figuratively and literally—in his bed, reluctant to move.

“Kusuo~” You had whined, snug as a bug in a rug—except the rug was his sheets. Perhaps he was far too lenient on you, letting you lounge around like a lazy house-cat in his home.

“This is my bed, move.” It was only around you where he truly spoke. He’d often go so long without moving his mouth, it’d feel weird to use once more. You had known him far too long to know that he wouldn’t forcefully move you.

“But your bed is so comfy!”

“We have the same beds.”

You groaned gently and scooted closer to the wall, “Just get in, there’s no issue with it!”

He thinks you’re insane. What if his mom walked in? He’d hear her thoughts and footsteps. What if you fell asleep and got cuddly in your sleep—he’d only mind because he’d blow the house up on his sleep…he couldn’t admit that to you. His only option was to get in.

So as he slipped into bed next to you, book in hand as he held it up right to read, he kept a respectable distance. Nothing too close or far, this was a twin-sized bed, after all. The pages flipped for a few minutes, the silence wasn’t uncomfortable at all. He only noticed you once more when he felt your unconscious body sneak towards his, effectively pressing your forehead to his shoulder.

Granted, if he was asleep, he’d have imploded, but he wasn’t asleep. He gently wrapped his arm over your head to bring you closer. If you asked…he’ll just lie, he’s a great liar.

idk how i feel abt this one

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AHHHH YOU SHOULD CONTINUE THE SAIKI BSF THINGY I LOVE YOUR WRITING!!

I never saw this request—I suppose I’ll write it now that I check my inbox :3. More ideas, pls guys

Fairly ooc in some areas—send requests pls 🐈

Kusuo lays in his bed, with his face in his hands.

Never had he thought that, with his life so tumultuous and tedious, he’s develop camaraderie further than somebody’s delusion. He figured that was his first mistake—letting that curtain fall open, letting those blinds roll up, letting the light in. His second mistake, however, was indulging in it. He supposed kinship couldn’t hurt—now he reads your mind’s every line, every word, every letter. His third mistake, was not stopping it—each smile, each laugh, each message.

Every thrice he tells himself it’ll be okay. It has been, but how could it be? How could the world not be ending when he felt so out of control when your fuzzy voice stuffs his ears like cotton candy.

He’s aware that this is so out of character—out of his element, even. He supposes that when your chemistry produces something that rarely ever produces, when your body bears fruit in the desert in abundance, you’ve no clue what to do.

Now, he stands in front of you, with nothing to give but gentle nods and hum. He nearly thinks you’re made of angel dust—how purely accepting you are of him—but he knows how stupid the sentiment is. He’s aware how stupid this loser like monologue he has of you is. He can’t help it. He’s never felt anything further than fondness to people—how could he articulate this?

The sight of your sweet-toothed smiles and the frowns of when the ice cubes hit your teeth. He found himself trying to shove it down, speaking of you as if in the past—It never helps.

Oh how could anything ever help? He sees you daily. You text him every hour. Your camaraderie is strengthened with every gentle smile and every shush you give when his friends get loud. He nearly thinks that perhaps you are only best friends and nothing more. Though, he could never beat down that flame that stubbornly rekindles with the smallest cinder that clings to the fibers of his heart.

Is it obvious i felt a tiny bit angsty writing this?

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close friends/crushes to eventual lovers hcs with Toritsuka Reita? :3

What if I said this was my first time writing for him

He met you when you were children, he always thought you were a ghost with how you lingered

Spoiler: You weren’t a ghost

He surprisingly makes an effort to not be a weirdo around you

He makes sure that all of his questionable magazines are stuffed away even though you’re aware of his tendencies

Sort of likes how you keep him in line and how you always swat his head when he says something weird

the personification of being whipped into shape

Asks you to tell whether people are ghosts or not;he points to them and goes

-“Real or not real?”

-“Real”

Sometimes feels weird with how many spirits he sees even though he’s had this his whole life so he uses your interactions to tell whether people were physical or not

Got too used to using you as a way to tell whether people were physical or not. He uses the excuse “need to ground myself!” whenever he slings an arm around you.

He starts to monitor you by doing favors for ghosts so they could protect you spiritually

Finds it silly when he starts to feel less lustful the more you’re around

Finds it silly when he feels a sense of embarrassment when he knows you know of it

He lays in his bed, wondering how utterly done for he is if his pink haired friend knew

Ends up begging at his knees for him to look into your mind to know what you feel about him (it doesn’t work)

He finds small successes in your acceptance of his touch

Pretends that almost every other ghost he sees is physical just to ask you whether they were real or not to hear your voice

Makes stupid jokes about how he’ll protect you from whatever spirits want to do harm to you (its half truth half lie)

Finds hope in your tiny eye rolls and smiles

Can you tell where the hunger games reference is

Idk what to tag this bc it isn’t saiki k x reader 💔

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Bsf kusuo headcannons bsf kusuo drabbkes bsf kusuo oneshots PLEADE PLEASE PLEASE feed us

𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐈 𝐊 - 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐒

Synopsis: PK Academy’s token psychic finds himself enamored with his best friend

(This is more of a loser monologue for him than it is a fic. Kinda feel like this one is all over the place, forgive me)

Saiki Kusuo might just be in, what he would consider, one of the most alarming predicaments he’s faced so far.

No, nobody is threatening to destroy the world, nothing threatens to spill his secret, there are no cockroaches in his room. No, none of these aforementioned scenarios are occurring.

Yet he finds himself panicking as he feels out of control when he wakes. He broke the wall, again. He moved far too much in his sleep. With a quick feel of his head, his hair clips are still on, so why does he feel out of his element? He hadn’t blown up the house in his sleep since he was a kid. When he checks his phone for your contact, your good morning message reminds him why he damn near doomed the bed he slept on.

He, by no means, considered himself, emotional, but he didn’t reek of apathy. He had never experienced the blood-inducing rush of another one’s affection, nor had he cared for it. Don’t get him wrong, he still didn’t. Although, as he saw that stupid cat emoji and that typo you always make, he reasoned it was only reasonable that only the slightest bit of affections had been reserved for you, his…closest companion.

Good grief. He’s only a cursed psychic boy living a cursed life.

It’s utter madness, he thinks, to feel such a silly feeling. He wasn’t above pleasantries, but affection was below him with the life he led; he doesn’t know how his parents dive into it like pigs in mud—rolling all around with squeaks. That damned ‘L’ word comes back to haunt him every month. That word, that was thrown like a plastic ball soaring through windy skies. The one he’d hear at least ten times a day in somebody’s head. He’d never hear it from you.

You

You

You!

The word, the thought, and the letters ran through his head like a maniac trying to solve some mythical equation. Those simple figments of language had since become jumble to him—they seem so weird. You—His interest was piqued by you. You had became friends with him by pure constant association. He hated it, at first—how you’d hide behind him when the teacher would assign partner projects and when you had to peer critique. It just drew you into the circle of nuisances he knew. He hated it more how he didn’t find you a nuisance. Maybe it was pity, or by pure tolerance that your head was some dark cloud engulfing everyone’s sea of thoughts.

Sure, he can’t see your face, or clothes for that matter—you looked like a grotesque movie, but everyone did to him, so that was the norm, really, but it wasn’t the point. What was the point, was that he could see you through nuisance #1’s mind. The blue haired nuisance that imagined you in ways that he wasn’t sure was normal, but in ways that he could see your face, your eyes and smile. That was the only good thing that emerged from his head. The worst thing that emerged next was the realization that his acquaintance held soft affections for you.

Morals be damned, if it wasn’t for hearing you laugh with Kaidou, he would have given him a psychic certified lobotomy. He hated how he felt that weird pit in his chest that he had no idea of what it was. He hated how he started watching and hearing your interactions with an interest that one could only call: deep curiosity.

He wasn’t watching you in a creepy way, no! He was simply interested in you. He was so certain that he was untouchable, that he had everyone’s psyche under his palm. Your mind and soul was utterly untouchable to his hands. One that was pure from the harm he saved the world from. You gave him a smile he could never see and you dressed in clothes that he’d never be able to see you in. His “best friend” whom understood him.

What a joke.

He doesn’t know what to do when he hears your voice in his head when he sleeps. He doesn’t know what to do when he smells a fragrance that’s uniquely yours. He doesn’t know what to do when he feels your clothes under his fingertips when you tell him to do so after smiling about how they were cozy. He doesn’t know what to do when you make coffee jelly for him, it was truthfully mediocre as you don’t make it often, but it tasted like a sweetness no god could recreate. He doesn’t know what to do when he hears your voice above all.

The psychic who knew all and saw all, had no clue what to do.

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i am the anon who asked you 😭 - 🚬

ALSOALSO LOVE YOUR WORK

maybe maybe maybe some jealousbf!saiki

A tad ooc to feed my delusions

Headcanons under cut as I realize I might be taking up a considerable portion of the tags

Bf!Kusuo who doesn’t know why he introduced you to his friends

Bf!Kusuo who brought you around to help keep the attention off of him.

Bf!Kusuo who soon realized that plan worked too well

Bf!Kusuo who has to keep his hands from accidentally breaking his pencil in mild irritation when he hears the not-so-subtle whispers of Nendou and Kaidou calling you good-looking

Bf!Kusuo who realizes that his friends might be too fond of his partner.

Bf!Kusuo who keeps himself from dragging you away from them at all costs when they ask you for help on their homework

Bf!Kusuo who knows they don’t actually like you like he does, but he thinks they’re too close anyway

Bf!Kusuo who watches you with clairvoyance every once in a while in a check-up way, not to creep

Bf!Kusuo who makes sure Toritsuka keeps his grimy hands off of you

Bf!Kusuo who lurks behind you whenever the group comes out

Bf!Kusuo who teleports into your room at the end of the day once he gets confirmation— he felt particularly weird after he saw you clean some food stain off of Aren’s cheek.

Bf!Kusuo who has no idea what that little drop in his chest is, but looks nonchalant as always when you smile at him

Bf!Kusuo who finally initiated a tiny hug that night.

Bf!Kusuo who soon realizes that loving you wasn’t so bad as long as nobody else did.

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anon I promise Im working on that saiki k stuff 🙏

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YESYESYESYESYESYES - anon 🚬

:3

My personal headcanon that his x-ray vision doesn’t apply to photo images and other people’s imaginations (probably canon but idk)

Bsf!Kusuo who thinks giving himself a lobotomy might just be the best way to go when he sees Kaidou making you dote with his cute face.

Bsf!Kusuo who starts to keep surveillance because he thinks Kaidou is getting too close.

Bsf!Kusuo who won’t ask you about it, but raises an eyebrow at you whenever he catches you and Kaidou exchanging glances.

Bsf!Kusuo who starts thinking about confiding in his mother for once because he is so out of his element.

Bsf! Kusuo who classically conditioned you to message him at 5 PM sharp (he started to message you at 5 PM, strictly).

Bsf!Kusuo starts to sabotage little things when you think of Kaidou—discreetly of course.

Bsf!Kusuo who hums and nods when you remark that whenever you think of Kaidou, your hair caught in your shirt button, or you pencil tip snapping.

Bsf!Kusuo who nearly becomes the midnight barber when you think of Kaidou’s fluffy hair.

Bsf!Kusuo who only keeps Kaidou around to get a mental note of how you did your hair today, or any new additions to your uniform.

Bsf!Kusuo who thanks the fact his x-ray vision doesn’t work on his phone when you start asking for opinions on your outfits (you don’t put your face in them, but oh well, best he gets)

Bsf!Kusuo who needs Chiyo to give Kaidou a big kiss to make him love her when he sees Kaidou start drafting a letter for you.

Bsf!Kusuo who asks himself whether he was too hesitant

I’m using the other anon’s ask as a seque to a fic :3 Idk whether I want to let Saiki win or have him have dilemma for the next two posts until I let him feel happy

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To that beloved anon, should I turn bsf!Kusuo into a tiny drabble, a oneshot even?

(say yes)

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PLEASE EXPAND ON THE LAST SAIKI BSF HEADCANNONS BUT LIKE HE SLOWLY STARTS LIKING YOU 🤞🤞

your wish is my command, and yes, I did in fact write this in like fifteen minutes

more bsf!Kusuo!!!

Bsf!Kusuo who thinks god has a sense of humor when his alterations back fire and Kaidou of all people takes a fondness to you

Bsf!Kusuo who can’t actually alter his head because that’s directly tampering on his own will—he refuses to sabotage you in such a way

Bsf!Kusuo who resorts to petty physical tampering

Bsf!Kusuo who utilizes his ‘closeness’ to you to misinform Kaidou—it doesn’t work, Kaidou’s already observed you

Bsf!Kusuo who starts to feel guilty about his tampering once he hears your thoughts wondering why guys avoid you like a plague after you swear you saw them stare at you.

Bsf!Kusuo who nearly curls himself into a question mark at his desk when he hears Kaidou think about you in such a vivid light, he could almost really see what you look like despite being muscle and bone to him. He nearly thanks Kaidou for that imaginative head of his.

Bsf!kusuo doesn’t know what this feeling is and wishes he could make all those feelings go poof in Kaidou’s head (he could, but he has a moral conscience)

Bsf!Kusuo who puts your contact as the only one who’d bypass his do not disturb mode so he’d know if you texted him late at night…just because you do your homework late and ask for help, no other reason…

Bsf!Kusuo who wakes up with his powers wonky.

Bsf!Kusuo realizing he needs to do something about this before his newfound chemistry makes him blow up the house in his sleep

does this satiate the little fly rubbing its hands in your brain

Kicking my feet thinking about this, lmk if you want more :3

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Thinking of bsf!Kusuo who keeps you around because you’re just that beneficial!

(could be read as a minor deviation from previous posts, but also a standalone!)

(slight ooc?)

Bsf!Kusuo who doesn’t really call himself your best friend but accepts the title because you’re tolerable

Bsf!Kusuo who keeps you around because you keep his popularity meter at such a level state. You’re not popular, but unknown enough you balance it out!

Bsf! Kusuo that uses you as an excuse to get away from anyone. Oh, Teruhashi wants to hang out with him after school? He’s got a project with you (he doesn’t). Nendou wants to get ramen? Saiki’s made plans with you, it’d be wrong to ditch you! He makes sure to not abuse it though

Bsf!Kusuo who starts believe maybe there is a god out there when you gravitated to him before Teruhashi could out of your awkwardness (assemblies do that to people)

Bsf! Kusuo who just might be subtly conditioning you to associate him with coffee jelly so you can get it often to share with him

Bsf! Kusuo who just might be repaying your every subtle favor with answers and conveniently placed change in your pockets and bags whenever you want a snack

Bsf!Kusuo who might be altering every person who remotely likes you to make sure you don’t ditch him for a potential romantic partner. He’s doing it for the greater good (coffee jelly), he swears!

Should I expand on the last thought? I wrote this in like ten minutes, we ball

Edit: Part 2

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𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐈 𝐊- 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃!

Saiki x Socially Awkward! Reader

Synopsis: Quiet people form quiet alliances

The first time you used Saiki as a meat shield, was during a lab where everyone got to pick their partners.

You had subtly wormed your way to his side, logically assuming that socially awkward people should stick together. The only issue was that he wasn’t socially awkward…just annoyed.

Saiki was hoping somebody else would snag you as their partner. There was an uneven number of people in the class, so logically he could’ve gotten by if he planned his trip to the bathroom right, but just his luck, somebody already left. He had to worry about Teruhashi, but by the gods, Yumehara had already paired with Teruhashi, so the imminent threat was disarmed. The worst case scenario would him being stuck with Nendo, who would try to convince the teacher to let them create groups of three.

Though he supposes this wasn’t the end of the world either. This would come off as him already having a partner, and having no need to be included in a trio. He supposes he doesn’t hate this silent arrangement.

‘Perhaps if I just stick by him, the teacher will assume we’re partners and we can work together! There’ll be no need for me to intrude on a pair!’ Your internal monologue was filling his brain. It was odd. He had always heard your voice close, but he never knew from where your voice was from. He’d make sure to take note of that. ‘What if he already has a partner? Should I ask? If he had a partner he wouldn’t be standing alone right? I should ask right?’

This was just tragic to him.

“Uhm, excuse me, Saiki, do you have a lab partner yet?” You finally voiced.

He shook his head.

“Could we be lab partners?”

He nodded.

That day had marked a silent alliance between you two.

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The first time Saiki had used you as a meat shield, was during a passing period.

Though, Saiki had already come to terms with Teruhashi being God’s favorite, he was reminded of it constantly. His daily reminder came in the form of her planning to pester him. He had no visible escape. He could hide in the boys bathroom and try to wait her out, but shes super persistent. His invisibility would only work if Toritsuka wasn’t around. He was trapped. She’d notice if he didn’t ever exit the bathroom. She’s only catch him after school.

‘I need to get the lab done with Saiki. We have lunch now. I’ll talk to him when I see him.’

Saiki heard your monologuing enough to know it was a lie—you’d scatter at the thought of approaching him in the hall. He supposes you won’t be the worst diversion. Really he could complete the whole project in a day in a second or two, but that’s not what the average person does.

He makes his strategic move out the bathroom, making sure to keep Teruhashi looking before activating his forced telepathy.

‘Talk to me about the project’

‘Talk to Saiki about the Project?’

He needed this to work…It did. When he feels a tap on his shoulder, he’s glad he doesn’t hear the monologue of Teruhashi, but the sound of an internal:

‘What am I doing’

“Saiki, sorry if I scared you, could we work on the project after school?”

When he hears a frustrated thought from Teruhashi, he looks down at you appreciably monotonously .

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the public seems pleased with my Alhaitham works, send in ideas for this man. No.1 Alhaitham lover 💜

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Thinking abt boyfriend Alhaitham helping you study for your Akademiya exams

Thinking about how he’d help you study, ignoring your constant whines of how much material there is.

“You brought this upon yourself.”

“You brought fifteen books upon me!”

Who’s oddly patient with how slow or fast you are. Who takes the time to read through some of your course material and summarize it the best he can. Who’d lightly nudge your head with a book telling you to read a chapter before reviewing your theses for you.

Alhaitham who’d weirdly take a deep dive into your Darshan’s books when you’re asleep or at lectures (he simply doesn’t understand why you bother to attend rather than him teaching you instead). Who would read the texts that pertain to your study whenever he has to sort them. Who ends up taking more time than needed because he’s just—reading.

Alhaitham who’d proudly begrudgingly accept the kisses and reverent ‘thank you’s for helping you pass the exams. Alhaitham who’d say, “Don’t expect such help again.”

He’d help you again if it meant he’d be able to read that much with you again.

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Hii, me again! Thank you so much for the insight. I'm still learning how to write myself so the tips you gave are super helpful.

May I make a request as well? I have this funny idea that I'd love to see in your voice (if it's alright, thank you!! (^-^)/)

So imagine this... Cyno has himself a runner. He chases them through the market, leaving chaos in their wake. He catches them only to find out the reader was trying to smuggle in something silly like fake TCG cards.

The reader overall sucks at committing crimes. A no-good criminal indeed. Some would say "terrible," even.

“Watch it!”

“Hey!”

Sounds of indignation spring about clients and stall owners alike. Nimbly pushing by, your cloaked body stumbled but got up again.

In tow, a black and purple figure catches up, behind. You were elusive, but clearly you hadn’t been listening. He had no time for apologies. Civilians would just have to deal with this for now

Honestly, he was having such a nice stroll. He was even about to sit down for a quick game, but the commotion had pulled him to duty. Whoever you were, you’d pay, he had thought. Yet, he was able to tell you were…an amateur. You clearly had no sense of secrecy.

As your body stumbled out into sandy terrain, your footing twisted. The sound of some ‘oomphs’ and expletives were falling out of your mouth as you rolled down the sandy dunes. The general Mahamatra quickly slid down, this was his playing field. As he caught up, he pointed his polearm.

“Stand down, do not resist arrest,” he ordered.

.

You were definitely done for.

You panted as you rolled onto your back and looked up at him. The mirages made him appear unearthly. Beads of sweat had rolled down your face.

“Hand me your bag,” he nudged the edge of his polearm against your chin as he commanded you.

With your quick compliance, his eyebrow raised as he felt the lightweight bag. Odd. He kept his eye on you as he opened it up and saw…cards. Seriously? His day was disrupted by a fellow TCG played? Well, he presumed you had tasted. After all, such a game had a large player base. He found it despicable how you tried to sneak some false cards in and put the system.

…

Yet, it wasn’t of utmost urgency to arrest you.

“Do you know how to play?”

You nodded in response.

“Would you like to play a match?” He tilted his head. If you had disrupted his evening, he might as well get something out of it.

“Sure?”

“You are still bound by law enforcement, we will go through the proceedings later.”

You sighed softly, better than getting arrested now.

Cyno had thought he’d never seen such petty crime before, all for some cards.

Did I post this a year after they submitted this? Yes, I have. I forgot about this thing. Anon, I am so sorry 💔. This was written on a whim.