𝐎𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐲 [Saiki x Male! Reader]

IV

Kusuo Saiki P.O.V

i noticed i've been thinking about [L/n] a lot recently. i don't enjoy it but for some reason he won't leave my head. Toritsuka found it hilarious when i first told him.

and now Toritsuka and i sit in a small coffee shop where i've come to a conclusion.

"[L/n] is a psychic. it's the only explanation."

Toritsuka stared at me.

for a while.

he's never been this quiet before.

"say something idiot."

he bursts out laughing.

"it's not funny i'm serious." he laughs even more.

he starts holding his stomach as he continues to laugh in my face.

"oh my fucking god!" his laughs become even louder. "you're drawing attention."

other customers are starting to stare at us. this is so embarrassing.

he takes deep breathes trying to calm down. "finally." he bursts out laughing again.

"it's not funny Toritsuka!"

"okay! okay i'm done." he's literally crying.

"i'm done. . . i'm- PFFFFFTTTT!"

why do i even try with him?

"i can't believe your serious!" he coughs as he laughs and starts choking on his own spit.

i would've helped if you took me seriously Toritsuka, this is your own fault. he wipes tears from his eyes as he finally composed himself and stopped laughing.

"yeah there's no way."

"that's all you have to say?!"

"dude have you even met him? if he was a psychic he probably wouldn't even notice the powers were his! he's dumber them me!"

"his test scores are higher then yours."

"i know. . .he's my tutor." he muttered that last part. "you shouldn't make fun of someone who actually took pity and tried to help you."

he rolled his eyes in response.

"seriously though. do you actually believe he's a psychic just because you think about him more then normal?" he raised an eyebrow at me.

i nodded in response. 'dude. . .' he thought with a pathetic expression on his face. don't pity me.

"and there's no other reason you could think of that would explain this?"

i thought about it for a second then shook my head. "no."

the expression on his face turned pathetic to genuinely upsetting. "dude. . . really?" he crossed his arms and leaned back in the booth seat.

i didn't say anything in response.

"dude you have a crush on him."

i refused to say anything.

"you're not denying it."

i still refused to say anything.

"i'm right aren't i?"

"you don't know that."

he started laughing again. "BAHAHAHA YOU'RE TOTALLY IN DENIAL! CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS?!"

"quit yelling your drawing attention."

"the most powerful psychic on the planet," he whispered before pausing so he could catch his breath, "can't even tell when he has a crush on someone."

"i don't have a crush on him."

"you tried to follow him home."
i refused to speak.
again.
"you started choking because he complimented you."
and again.
"you literally never care about anyone's personal life but you felt bad for him specifically?"
and again.
"you're literally blushing right now."

"no i'm not."

"dude. you are."

"it's not like it matters anyways. if he's not a psychic there's a perfectly reasonable explanation for this."

"yeah and the explanation is that you-."

"not that."

'jesus. he really is in denial. i've never seen him like this. .'