stressed。saikou

FIVE.

saturday rolled around quicker than what saiki had wanted, and he thinks his soon-to-be invited guest is way too happy than what is necessary. as a matter of fact, yesterday (friday), kaidou had given him these looks; not weird- well not weird weird like "i'm going to kill your family and leave no evidence behind" type face. no, excited looks, like he can't wait. which saiki finds odd because the boy has been to his house (not inside, of course, just to "drop him off") before.

saiki sighed, spinning around on the swivel to keep himself entertained in his boring room. the book saiki lost interest in sat open on the wooden desk; with his window cracked open, the hot-pink haired boy felt the cooling wind. stopping himself with his feet, saiki closed his eyes and just listened.

to the birds nearby, the ruffle of leaves, the invasive thoughts of his neighbors and their neighbors, his ringtone, the ticking of his wall clock— wait.

saiki opened his eyes and turned to look at his phone, trying to see the name tag of whoever's calling him to deem them important enough to answer. seeing as though that's not going to work, the teen stood up and grabbed his phone. the phone vibrated in his hand as the phone continued to go off, kaidou's name tag in big letters across the screen.

"hello?"

"hey saiki! i thought you weren't going to answer your phone for a second." kaidou laughs. saiki can practically feel his excitement through the speakers of his phone and he can't help but let a smile ghost his mouth.

"and why is that?"

"i don't know... i just figured you were one of those type of people to just let it ring." kaidou's happy energy is infectious is what saiki came to realize.

he's like a breath of fresh air. wonderful and nice. calming and content.

"do i seem like the type of person to do that?"

"you've done it to nendou and not just through the phone either."

"yes... but do i seem like the type of person to do that to you?"

the other end was silent for a minute, as if he's thinking about it. saiki hopes he is because even he doesn't have an answer to that question.

"well... clearly not as you're on the phone with me, but it just varies is what i would assume." kaidou's static voice wavers. the line is palpable between the two before saiki decides to break the tension.

"why'd you call me kaidou?"

"ahh- well, since i'm coming over i was wondering if i should bring anything over. you know, like snacks and stuff."

"you can bring whatever you want, just make sure you bring enough clothes."

"alright that's what i planning to do anyway."

"well if that's what you wanted to know you can hang up now."

"wait!"

"huh?"

"well... do you have a dvd player?"

"yes."

"great! then i'll bring some movies— my favorites too."

"okay."

"okay."

"bye kaidou."

"see you later saiki!"

the line flat lines and saiki tosses his phone onto his bed, the device jumping a bit before settling down.

oh man this is going to be one hell of a weekend.