𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬| Saiki Kusuo x OC

3| Home

"Oh? You know who I am?" he smiled, flashing his teeth, but it looked like he was getting ready to commit mass homicide.

"Y-Yeah, we're in the same class," I whispered, shrinking away from his tall figure.

His eyebrows went up, "We are? I don't know who you are though."

I shook my head, "N-No, you don't need to know! I was just heading home!"

I turned around and was beginning to walk away, but I stopped as I looked at the address in my hand.

"Actually," I turned around and lifted the ID, "Can you help me find this address?"

***

If there was one person whom I would say to never get advice or help from, it would be Riki Nendou.

Four hours of searching and he didn't help one bit.

'I don't remember him being this stupid during the show,' I mentally cried, drooping my head as Nendou repeated his words from three hours ago.

"I think we're getting close!"

"And I think we're lost," I muttered, lifting my head to see the sun disappearing from the horizon and leaving the world with no light. A light post to my right flickered on and I groaned.

"Aw come on, it says this is the right address," he squinted his eyes while looking at my ID, turning his head to look at the street name to see if they matched.

"Where am I going to sleep if we don't find my house?!" I whined, falling onto my knees, and slamming my hands on the ground.

"I don't get how you forgot where you live. I mean, I've never gotten lost," He said with pride, and I slammed my head on the floor.

"Not. Helping," I stayed in that position for a few minutes, contemplating, then got up and snatched the ID from Nendou.

"Want to go get ramen?" He suggested, and I opened my mouth to refuse...until my stomach growled in rebuttal.

"...Fine."

Upon arriving at a decent ramen shop and ordering a warm bowl of noodles, I sighed in frustration. The chef handed us our orders and noted, "What's wrong, young lady? Rough day at school?"

I shook my head, then nodded, then shook it again, and finally decided to just shrug.

"I forgot where my shoe locker was, I was threatened for my life, I can't find my house, and I don't remember what we had for homework," I counted a finger down for every reason, as if the last even mattered, then broke the chopsticks and swallowed as many noodles as I could.

Nendou laughed and the old man sitting next to us added, "Sounds like you've have a bad day."

I continued to stuff my mouth with noodles, soon finishing all the food and lifting the bowl to drink the soup. Slamming my bowl down, I wiped my mouth and said, "I just want to go home."

The chef lifted an eyebrow, saying, "Well, where do ya live?"

"..." I lifted my student ID, showing him the address written there.

"Oh, block six? That's not far!"

I stared with my mouth agape, and Nendou boasted, "See? I told you it was cl-"

"Shut up Nendou," I hissed, fuming at the thought of how close we had been yet unable to find my house.

"So, can you give me directions from here?" I turned to the chef, hope in my eyes as he looked unsure.

He wrote the directions down on a piece of paper and handed it to me, then explained what turns to take.

"Okay! I got it!" I took the paper and stuffed the ID back into my bag.

"Here, take some dumplings for the road," chef held out a plastic bag, and I accepted it, bowing in respect.

"Thank you, I'll come again!" I grinned, excited to finally arrive at my "home".

"Hey, give me another bowl of noodles!" I heard Nendou order as I exited the shop.

I practically abandoned Nendou but I shrugged it off, thinking that I would probably never see him again anyway. I ran down the street, realizing that it had gotten even darker and probably close to midnight now.

"I'm almost home!" I sang while entering the neighborhood, skipping with glee at the thought of going to sleep and waking up back home.

Except, my happiness was washed away when I arrived at the apartment, soon placing my hand on the silver doorknob and turning it clockwise. When it abruptly stopped, my heart stopped and I slammed my hand on the door.

"It's locked!"

***

I opened my eyes, shooting up and processing my location. I looked around the room, seeing light peeking through the window and lighting up the room in a warm tone. There were pieces of a uniform scattered on the floor and a navy blue bag hanging by a chair. I looked down and saw pink pajamas on me.

"...Something's not right," I mumble, reaching for the bag and lifting up a student ID. Before I even reach it, I see my pale arm and sigh.

"I'm still here!" I yelled, not sure if I was sad or angry at the fact I was still in the world of Saiki Kusuo.

I looked at the clock next to my bed, realizing that the time was seven thirty a.m. I placed my hands on my face, dreading the following events.

I got up and left the bedroom, entering the hallway and walking towards the bathroom.

'Don't tell me I have to get ready for school,' I thought as I leaned on the sink, shutting my eyes and for once, hoping to hear my mom cooking breakfast outside. However, it seemed as if all my luck had been used up because the house was completely silent.

I opened my eyes again, staring at the stranger in the mirror. She stared back at me with her pale face and messy bangs, her eyes blue and her lashes long. I sighed and splashed my face with water.

'That's not me.'

After messily putting on my uniform and brushing my hair, I ate a sad breakfast that consisted of a piece of bread with peanut butter and a banana and walked towards the door. Yesterday, when I had found a key inside my bag and entered the house, I realized something.

This body's owner was well off yet didn't buy proper food, school supplies, or clothes. The house was luxurious, far more luxurious than anything I've ever lived in, but it was lonely. It was as if no one lived here. This body's parents were nowhere in sight, and after peeking at the calendar hanging by the fridge, I came to an understanding that they were abroad on a business trip.

Shaking that thought off my mind, I got my bag, put my shoes on (the ones I found yesterday in my shoe locker), and walked out the door. As I finished locking it and turned around, I froze as the person across the street stared at me.

'Look here, it's the jerk who threatened me yesterday!' is what I would have said if I wasn't so afraid of death.

"Ah, Saiki...good to see you!" I fake smiled, waving my hand and acting like we were good pals. He sighed and began walking away. I quickly followed him, knowing that his destination was PK Academy, and then I realized that he lived across the street. Great. We're neighbors. Could my luck get any worse?