𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬| Saiki Kusuo x OC

2| Found out

I stared back, fearing that if I broke eye contact something would go terribly wrong and I would lose the opportunity to remain in this world.

Perhaps his powers had turned me into stone because even after he had turned away, I was still staring at the back of his head.

'I get this is a dream, and that's wonderful, but why does it seem like I'm an insect crawling around instead of a living being?'

The bell rang and everyone took their seats. The teacher took out a book and everyone followed suit in such a uniformed manner you'd think they were conditioned to do this. I looked at the ground and saw a bag next to my chair that probably belonged to me. Reaching down, my fingers accidentally tilted the bag, and it toppled over. Spilling the contents around my desk, I grimaced, disappointed that I had failed to catch the bag on time.

I was grateful I was in the back of the classroom and that the teacher was too busy explaining the topic of the book and the students were too busy paying attention to notice or care that I had spilled the contents of my bag all over the floor.

I hurriedly picked everything and stuffed it into the bag, noticing a student ID slip out of the wallet. I picked it up, reading the name and examining the face.

It was my face and my name. At least, I think they were.

After I had stuffed everything back into my bag, I glanced around the room to realize everyone was reading the same book as the teacher, and I searched through the bag to find the same book.

Lifting it, I realized I didn't recognize the writing. Yet somehow, I could read and understand it.

'Strange. I'm sure I never learned Japanese. Maybe this is a gift bestowed upon me by the dream gods!'

Then a cold shiver ran down my spine, and those purple eyes were staring at me again.

'Oh, crap.' I thought, lowering my head and covering my face.

'Don't be suspicious, don't be suspicious, I'm just a normal girl, WITH A NORMAL LIFE!'

I mentally screeched the last part, feeling a little stressed but also startling the mind reader in the class and causing him to flinch in his chair.

He turned once more to glare at me, his purple narrowed eyes communicating with me.

'You're dead,' I heard in my mind, and a buddha expression formed on my face.

I brought my hands together and began praying, despising everyone in the class for not sensing the murderous aura coming from that pink-haired boy. I mean, come on! Those antennas don't even look like hair clips!

Slamming my head on the desk, I mentally slapped myself for constantly forgetting he could read my mind.

And as if he had eyes on the back of his head, the pink-haired boy shifted in his chair.

I checked the time and dreaded the following hours that still remained until the end of the day came.

Following what I assumed was a literature class came some type of science followed by math. I estimated my arrival to be after lunch, meaning I had possessed this body after the original owner had fallen asleep after having their fill of rice balls, proven after I got embarrassed by a girl telling me I had rice crumbs on my cheek.

I managed to survive all three classes, despite staring at the textbooks the whole time because I had never seen such confusing equations before.

'The curriculum of Japan is much more advanced than where I come from,' I thought to myself, then raised my head to see if he was staring at me again.