𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 | k. saiki

04

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⊱ ━━━━ "WOW! PK ACADEMY looks even better than what I thought it'd look like!" With a hand on your hip and the other shading your eyes, you squinted at the school in front of you. The building itself towered over a majority of the school, allowing it to have various places with shade (including the areas with outdoor hallways and trees).

The psychic next to you shook his head, before advancing towards the entrance of the school. There was never anything good about it.

You jogged towards him, making sure to not invade his personal space. "Lighten up, Saiki! I know that you, at least, like two characteristics of this school."

Yeah, me and myself.

"You're hopeless."

I was joking.

Finally, you both entered through the entrance and had successfully gone into school. You watched as the people around you socialized, chatting about their spring break and other topics as well. Some stood peacefully while changing into their indoor shoes, before proceeding onto their homeroom class.

You smiled slightly at the sight. It's nice to have in-person classes, even if it's not my own school.

Saiki tapped the points of his indoor shoes, making sure that they were on his foot all the way. That's nice. I'm going to go to class now. I think there's a fauclty member here to guide you, since I hear their enthusiastic thoughts of a new student.

You turned to your right and nodded at the lollipop man. Oh alright, thanks!

He nodded, before turning around as he headed towards his homeroom.

Your eyes trailed his figure until he disappeared from your line of sight, before sighing. I hope I won't be late to class.. but then again, I'm not sure what class I'm in.

Your eyes widened in realization. I don't even know who's supposed to guide me!

Nervously, you walked past the shoe lockers and into a random hallway, hoping to find the fauclty member as soon as you possibly could've. The corridors were slightly empty and the pit-patters of a few people walking to their class echoed throughout the plain hallway itself. Before you can take another step, a firm hand clutched onto your shoulder, causing you to cease your walking. Heavy breathing was heard from behind you as you shivered slightly. Who's.. who's holding onto my shoulder???

You looked at the ground and spotted a shadow with a square-like head. Its aura was menacing, causing the air around you to become heavy. Shakily, you turned your head around, just to see the menacing black eyes of an older man, who looked to be in his early/mid 40's. He wore a red tracksuit, with a white shirt underneath the jacket. In his opposite hand was a brown clipboard with a few papers hanging onto their lives as it seemed like they were about to fall. His hair was flat, yet spikey, and his slight wrinkles and stubble beard was enough to tell you who he was.