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"Hey pal," Nendou walked up beside Saiki, "Want to go get some ramen later?" Saiki stayed quiet, like always, and kept walking into PK Academy.
As you may know, he was never the type to even want to hang around any of those guys. But he actually did feel like a bad guy sometimes.
He turned the corner, quickly thinking about where to transport to. If I'm not quick enough, they'll catch on. But where to? If I go to class immediately, someone might be in there already. If I go to another hallway, there will definitely be more people there. Maybe the bathroom?
He quickly teleported into a stall, hoping no one would be there. And there was no one. But as he looked through the stalls' cracks, he saw someone in front of the sink. The person's voice rung quietly through the bathroom's walls. A girls voice. Great, I'm in the girls bathroom.
He shifted a little inside the stall, looking to glance at the girl in front of him. Her S/C skin, E/C eyes, her hair... It all made him feel some type of way. He could've easily teleported out of the bathroom and into another place, but he held himself back from it.
She's talking to herself. I've never seen her around either. Weird. Could she be a transfer student?
"Hang in there, Y/n. Just for today," she told herself in the mirror. So her name is Y/n. She's definitely new.
Another girl opened the door, and he saw how Y/n's beautiful form startled from it. He saw how Y/n snuck her things back into her empty bag, and she left.
Saiki looked at himself in the mirror through the small space between the doors. What is this horrible feeling? It's like she's doing something. Or maybe it's just me thinking about putting up with another new student. This school really does accept anyone doesn't it?
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AUTHORS NOTE
bruh i forgot to add a warning for stockholm syndrome. i wasn't supposed to update this book today, but i can't hold myself back from doing the beginning. vote and comment.
