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Back in the comfort and relative quiet of his own home, Kusuo felt his heartbeat finally start to slow down.
Being in the center of the attention of so many people had been terrifying . This made Kusuo wonder yet again why so many humans were so hell-bent on intentionally gathering the eyes of the many (looking at you, reality TV industry). The appeal of being put under the scrutiny of people he did not know from Adam was well beyond Kusuo's comprehension, especially after today's ordeal.
But it was too soon for him to relax. Sure, he had successfully escaped from the scary outdoor crowds, but he still needed to find the answer to one burning question: what the hell had just happened?
"Kusuo?!" his dad exclaimed, looking flustered by his popping out of thin air and hurriedly standing up from his desk. "What brings you back so soon? Also, why are you in my office?"
"I need to use your computer. It's urgent."
"What? No, wait...!"
Paying no heed to his dad's plea, Kusuo took a seat at the desk and looked at the screen. The open browser window was showing a price for some kind of fancy pair of contact lenses
Choose Lenstastic to look 20 years younger!
Life in Lenstastic - it's fantastic!
"It's not what you think!" his dad gesticulated behind him. "It's just... You got such a good reaction from your mother when you swapped your glasses for contact lenses, so... I thought she might appreciate it if I got on the trend, too... But I'm still undecided..."
"I didn't really ask, but OK," Kusuo deadpanned, turning his attention back to the computer screen and opening a new tab.
Ignoring the middle-aged sputters that ensued, Kusuo took hold of the keyboard, typed 'Mister Psychic' in the research field and pressed 'Enter'.
The search yielded 1,528,895 hits ( ?! ), and the top 10 picture results were showing various crops of the same photo: one of himself leaning against the bannister of his house, arms crossed and face scowling at the camera.
"Hey, it's the picture your mom took of you yesterday!" his dad supplied as he looked at the screen over his shoulder. "How did it get online?"
"..."
Kusuo was speechless as he gawked at his own photo. He looked... good. Like, objectively good. His facial features were frustratingly symmetrical, his pink hair looked annoyingly soft and glossy, and his general demeanor was tragically graceful. And, most noticeable of all, his usually dull-looking eyes, now free from their green shield, were gleaming with a vexingly attractive purple glint, much to Kusuo's chagrin.
Kusuo touched his face in horror. Oh god. Had he... had he grown to become a hot-without-glasses trope?!
No. No way. How could he fall into such a passé and overused character cliché? And moreover, one that took him that much further away from his dream of becoming Mr Everybody?
Why did God hate him so?
"Wow, look at all these photo results!" his dad exclaimed, oblivious to Kusuo's anguish. "I need to tell your mom. She's going to be so happy to know that she's a famous photographer, now!"
And with that, his dad promptly disappeared through the door, leaving Kusuo alone with his own attractive face glaring back at him from the monitor. Which was just as well - he would much rather be left with himself while he processed all of this.
Deciding that it was probably best to continue gathering information on the situation for the time being, Kusuo closed the photo results tab and scanned the website search results list instead until his eyes locked on what appeared to be the most visited link: " Who is Mister Psychic, the Internet newest heartthrob? "
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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...
