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Kusuo closed his house's front door and blinked up at the cloudless sky. It had been a while since he had last seen the outside world without a plasticky green filter.
It felt kind of nice.
It took a lot of maturity for Kusuo to admit it to himself, but after wearing his new contacts for a little over 24 hours, he found that he actually quite enjoyed them. Even through hours of reading very small prints and sleeping with his eyes tightly shut, they were still sitting comfortably and inconspicuously on his eyes with no signs of irritation or malfunction whatsoever. Even casually shooting glares at his dad did not trigger any petrifying accident (although it did set off some irritating middle-aged whining), which were all rather encouraging results. Of course, the contacts still required further testing before gaining his full trust, hence Kusuo's decision to take them out for a spin around the neighborhood. But if he dared be a little optimistic on this lovely sunny day, he would say: so far, so good.
As he turned the corner of the last residential block, Kusuo was passably surprised to note that the main streets were rather quiet for a Sunday. But he wasn't going to complain about it. The calmer, the better.
"Wait, isn't that...?"
"Oh wow, I can't believe it!"
"Whaaat?!"
"O.M.G!!!"
... And there went the calm and quiet.
Usually, Kusuo did his utmost to tune out the constant telepathic noise that followed him wherever he went, but after the tenth gasp he heard both audibly and telepathically, he felt compelled to pay closer attention to his surroundings, if only to understand what exactly was triggering all these exclamations.
"Oh my god, my first celebrity sighting!"
"Yes, it's him, I'm telling you!"
"He looks even better in person!"
"What should I have for dinner?"
"Oh, thank god you picked up! You'll never guess who's walking in front of me right now..."
Good grief. Disregarding Mr Whatsfordinner's useless input, it sounded a lot like some celebrity had chosen to waltz in his neighborhood and disturb its precious peace and quiet. Kusuo promptly surveyed his surroundings to identify the intruder - if he could pinpoint their location, he could give them as wide a berth as possible and neatly avoid the commotion altogether.
However, what he saw was slightly unexpected, as most of the passersby seemed to be gaping in his general direction. Were they behind him? Kusuo thought, turning his head around to check, only to be met with more wide-eyed looks. Um...
Before he could question this situation any further, he felt a soft tug around his left hip. Kusuo looked down to see a little girl, probably aged four or five, holding onto his jean pocket and openly staring up at him with both mouth and eyes wide open.
"Are you Mister Psychic?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with amazement.
Kusuo blinked down at the little girl, face impassive. Well, he would answer to the appellation "mister", and he was a psychic, but this information should not have been so readily available to unknown toddlers walking him by on the streets. So why would this random child question his hidden identity so out of the blue? Kusuo had been working too hard to keep his powers under wraps all these years to believe that what had been essentially a baby five minutes ago could have seen through his mask of normalcy so easily. Obviously, there must be a different explanation to her nonsensical question.
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The Green Lens
Fanfiction'Good grief. What is happening here?' As soon as Kusuo stepped through the entrance of PK Academy, he could not help but notice that most of the student body seemed to have unanimously elected overnight to add green-tinted glasses identical to his o...
