sickly sweet ( k . saiki )

MIXUP

2.5 hrs ago

Well, let's see here. [ y / n ]. As you would already know, she has a few quirks about her you need to get used to.

She's a nice girl born with a silver spoon in her mouth. And she's never had a worry in her mind except for her position in the social hierarchy and her mascara not being on properly because to put it lightly,

her dad is filthy rich. And I mean, filthy filthy rich.

[ y / n ] is kinda spoiled brat; there was nothing special about her the day she was born and presently now other than her extreme wealth. I guess the money and the stacked hundred-dollar bills were the only things that differentiated her from a normal dull person. 

Anyways back to her.

In her room, ( y / n ) kicked her fluffed pillows and bit into her mattress. She was stressing, hearing her mother humming and fire crackling downstairs in the kitchen. Shit shit shit. What if the replacement doesn't come? What if... what if... what if..?

Her mind felt like it was in a permanent trance, remembering going on and on to her friends how good-looking and great her very non-existent boyfriend is. Someone's head peaked from her door frame, " [ y / n ]?"

"EK!" [ y / n ] squealed, looking up, finally being able to breathe probably. She quickly made a feeble effort to fix her hair, like she wasn't just planning her suicide.

"What are you on?" The pretty girl questioned. "I need it."

"I am not on anything!" [ y / n ] told her off. [ y / n ] still had her thin singlet on and her hair looked even more confused than Shina, [ y / n ]'s hair had those days, but not like this! Shina's face scrunched up, looking at her.

"Ew, you look gross." She said.

"GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" ( y / n ) yelled, throwing the pillow towards her, Shina in response caught it effortlessly. I guess Shina was pretty used to being thrown pillows at.

"Heard your boyfriends coming over." She teased with a smirk, throwing the pillow back at her with much force, another 'EK!' coming from [ y / n ]. "I doubt he's as handsome as you say. You are always delusional when you describe the boy that you like."

"Shut up! You're not going to meet him!" There was no way that [ y / n ] was going to let Shina meet her 'boyfriend.' If she did there was no reason to even start this whole gimmick. "Go out and hang out with your friends!"

"Eh? But I want to meet your boyfriend!" She yelled, huffing.

"Go play golf or something!" It was almost frightening how [ y / n ] rose from her bed as if she was rising from the grave, the state of shock was the only reason that made Shina allow [ y / n ] to slam the door in her face. 

"I only play golf because it's a rich person's sport; it's not even fun," Shina murmured before sluggishly walking back into her room. [ y / n ] rolled her eyes, obviously being able to hear.

"So what? It's still a rich person's sport!" [ y / n ] could blaringly hear Shina's eyes in the back of her eyesocket. 

"God! Can you ever give me the last word?!"

"Shut up!"

-

"5:31. He should be here by now." ( y / n ) muttered under her breath, glancing at the door again and again with her foot tapping repeatedly on the floor. She jumped out of her seat as soon as she saw a blink of a shadow through the glass. It came from nowhere, but at the moment, she was shadowed by worry to think clearly.

Slightly opening the door, her eyes laid perfectly on the person in front of her.

What was [ y / n ] even expecting? A handsome, beautiful, charming prince? At least a sociable personality!

HE WAS NONE OF THEM.

By looks, he was alright. That's what she was telling herself over and over; maybe it was true, maybe it wasn't, she was too nervous to concentrate. But, when ( y / n ) looked at him, he didn't look happy at all, a black stare that could easily be seen as a glare.

I-Is he wearing a uniform?? Well, I guess that will convince mom more...

THAT UNIFORM IS UGLY!

It was the standard procedure; her mother greeted the boy, hoping that Shina didn't come down the stairs to ruin the whole thing. He didn't say a single thing. It was awkward. She murmured under her breath, thinking if or not it would be better or worse to pull out her phone.

The boy seemed to be looking around; this would be the perfect time to scold him. What am I? His mom? It's nothing like that! He just has to act like my boyfriend! It's not rocket science! Why can't he just do it?!

She complained and complained in her head. She doesn't have the guts to say it aloud; while she did this, Saiki questioned why he couldn't use his powers.

She noticed he flinched as her mother called for them. Scaredy cat, huh?

They all settled down on the long table. They were all on the far right of it, it seemed like table etiquette not to even acknowledge to dozen chairs just existing tucked in the table. [ y / n ] stared at the boy, who was across the table, and her mother, sitting on the middle seat with a huge smile. "So! What must be your name?"

There was a small silence as he looked up. His lips slightly twitched.

"Kusuo Saiki." He stated solemnly and succinctly.

"Well, Kusuo! I hope you like the food!" She cheered.

"Thank you, Miss." He says bluntly, digging in politely.

The three eat their food; sometimes, her mother asks him basic questions about himself. He flatly answered, giving nothing more or less than the answer. Then, suddenly, the bell rang.

"I'll get that." [ y / n ] said, excusing herself and walking to the front door. Who could it be? Dad? I was hoping Dad wouldn't come.

She opened the door, laying her eyes on a particularly good-looking young male that could easily be mistaken as the same age as [ y / n ]. He had good attire, nice hair, and a smile accompanied by sweat dripping down his forehead. "Hi. Your name is [ y / n ] ( l / n ) right?"

"Yes, I am." She replied, crooking her brow.

"I deeply apologise that I'm late. I had some unfinished business with another client." The male explained, clearing his throat and swiftly doing a 90-degree bow.

"I'm sorry, what are you talking about?" The girl asked, sternly narrowing her eyebrows.

The mystery man looked at the house plate and back at her, ( y / n )'s confusion duplicating to him. He narrows his eyebrow too. "This is the right house. I'm sure you rented a boyfriend."

"Yes, I have, and what does that have to do with you?" [ y / n ] would admit that came out much ruder than her mother had taught her, but she was indeed very, very confused.

"I am the boyfriend that you rented?"

"Huh?"