Fanboy (Saiki x Male Reader)

18

(Y/n) did not dare to look up at Kusuo. He did not want to face him. Kusuo's shirt, which was being strangled by (Y/n), was clutched a little tighter as he stared down at the floor. "I'm... I'm sorry" He muttered in a shaky voice.

I'm sorry you had to see me like this.. I'm sorry I'm not stronger...

This isn't your problem. You don't have to deal with this...

That stupid demon. It was really the one at fault, but how would (Y/n) explain that? Surely Kusuo would think he was crazy. "Maybe I am.." He answered himself under his breath.

The room was spinning. (Y/n) was pretty sure rooms were not supposed to do that. "I'm sorry..." He trailed off as the room spun itself into darkness.

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After moving (Y/n) to the bed, Kusuo took a seat on the edge of the bed. What worried him was what (Y/n) was talking about before he went unconscious. This boy had given him more headaches than he could count and yet, the psychic still found himself worried about him.

It was a little after two in the morning and thanks to (Y/n)'s sleep deprivation induced panic, Kusuo was wide awake. He found himself once again wishing he could read (Y/n)'s mind. Just what was the boy seeing?

Whatever it was, was a hallucination. It had to be, unless (Y/n) suddenly became a medium. He had called it a shadow beast-- that much Kusuo was able to decipher from the jumbled mess (Y/n) had been spewing.

For once in his life, the psychic felt weak. What was he supposed to do? He knew nothing of what was happening or how to stop it. He heaved a sigh, pushing his glasses up enough to pinch the bridge of his nose.

(Y/n) really was more trouble than he was worth. Kusuo knew that. He knew it. But...

But what?

Kusuo left it at that and made himself comfortable laying beside (Y/n). He pulled the other closer and rested his head on top of the mop of unkempt (h/c) hair. (Y/n) was more trouble than he was worth, sure, but maybe Kusuo could be okay with that?

Maybe he--

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(Y/n) woke up confused. He could tell that some of his memories were messed up, but he could not for the life of him decipher which were real and which were fake. Note to self: don't talk about the past until you know it actually happened.

When (Y/n) woke up, he did so to another warm body pressed against his. That part he did not mind and it was moments like those that made him wander how Kusuo felt about him. In both the anime and manga, the psychic hated when anyone touched him.

And yet, here was (Y/n): being cuddled by the very person who supposedly hated other people touching him.

He blinked lazily before snuggling back into the psychic's chest. Yeah, whatever. I'll question it when I don't feel like I'm dying.

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The second time (Y/n) woke up, Kusuo was already awake. One of his arms was supporting (Y/n)'s head while the other held a manga. Thanks to the angle, (Y/n) could see passed the green tinted glasses he always wore. Kusuo wasn't the one to make the eye contact, so (Y/n) did not have to worry about becoming the world's most exhausted statue.

Although, the purple eye he saw was worth the risk. Kusuo's eyes were dulled, looking just as done with the world as he always appeared to be. But they held a glint of... something. Whatever it was, the anime did not do it justice. The purple had a few different shades, dancing together in lovely pools of--

Kusuo turned his head, obviously mindful of the (e/c) eyes staring into his. It might have just been the three days of no sleep, but (Y/n) could have sworn that he almost looked relieved. "Mornin'" (Y/n) greeted as close to a normal volume as his gravelly morning voice would let him.

'It's almost three in the afternoon, but good morning to you too' Kusuo answered. (Y/n) shrugged at that before saying, "close enough". Wait... it's three? "Were you waiting for me?" he asked. His question was met with a few moments of silence before the psychic gave a sigh, putting his book down on the floor beside him.

'You were laying on my arm' was the poor excuse that Kusuo gave him. (Y/n) gave him an unconvinced look, but dropped the topic. Kind of. Okay, not really.

He pulled the blanket over most of his face, shielding the pink tint that spread itself across his cheeks. Sir, please stop being adorable for a moment. I just woke up.

You can't hear my thoughts, right? He released a tension he was unaware he had when he heard no response to his thoughts. Silence hung in the air and with it, at least from (Y/n)'s perspective, came thoughts of the night prior.

He probably sounded crazy. Scratch that, there's no way he didn't sound crazy. All of that talk of demons and shadow beasts, if (Y/n) had heard that from someone else with no context, he would probably think that person was crazy too.

Kusuo deserved an explanation. (Y/n) knew that. The psychic could not read his mind. He knew nothing of what he had been thinking about, dreaming of, and being chased around the house by.

And yet.. He still helped.

"I'm sorry about last night" (Y/n) started, pulling the blanket off of his face and moving to look Kusuo in the eye. Nope, that was not happening. (Y/n) focused on the pillow instead, "And before you say anything, I just wanted to say thank you", He ran a hand though his hair and gave a shaky sigh, "I mean, you had no idea what was happening and suddenly I'm kicking down your door in full on hysterics..."

(Y/n) trailed off. Where was he going with this again? "So.. Yeah... Thank you" He said, ending the mini speech sooner than he wanted to. A hand intercepted (Y/n)'s own fidgeting, pulling the limbs from each other.

'I don't get why your apologizing for something you can't control, but it's okay' Kusuo answered, 'I might not know what happened, but I get how you're feeling'. A small smile crept onto (Y/n)'s face and for the first time since the start of the conversation, he met the psychic's eyes.

Butterflies stormed his stomach and he felt his face getting red. "Hey so this may be the sleep deprivation talking, but can I do something weird? But you gotta promise that we won't talk about it afterwards because I'm pretty sure you might not like it" (Y/n) rambled, "Probably".

Kusuo quirked an eyebrow at the jumble of words, but did not say anything. "Okay..." (Y/n) trailed off, half expecting his butterfly-infested stomach to fly away on its own.

In one swift motion, he kicked the blankets off of himself and gave the psychic a quick kiss on the cheek. The moment was fleeting, his lips barely even touching Kusuo's face before leaving. (Y/n) sat up with a light blush on his face.

"So.. Yeah..." He said, "I-I'm gonna go.... Do something"

The boy hardly had enough time to turn around before, '(Y/n), wait'. (Y/n) felt his muscles tense. He knew it was a bad idea! Now Kusuo probably hates him, and never wants to see him again, and--

A soft kiss graced his forehead. The butterflies in (Y/n)'s stomach released themselves with a shuttery breath. (Y/n) looked like a deer in headlights as his brain tried to comprehend what happend.

Did he just--... "O-okay" was the only thing (Y/n) could stutter out as he stared into the other's eyes. 'Okay' Kusuo answered. At the same time, the two turned away from each other, Kusuo returning to his book and (Y/n) left the room all together.

The moment the door shut behind him, (Y/n)'s face burst into a pink blush. He hid his face in his hands and closed his eyes. "'Okay'? Fuck, I'm stupid" he berated himself. Yeah, there was no way his brain would ever let him hear the end of it.

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Kinda a shorter chapter, but we got there in the end. Also, 18 chapters later, and we finally get into some real romance stuff. 18 chapters. Well, at least we got there.