Saiki sighed deeply to himself, and knocked on the front door to the large mansion sitting in front of him, rainbow lights flashing outside of the wide open windows.
He was invited to a party that was hosted by Saiko, and as much as he didn't want to go, his mother practically forced him to go have fun like any normal teenager. Honestly, Saiki was just confused on why he was invited, or anyone for the matter. From what he had heard and read in Saiko's mind, he wanted to host an enormous party to impress everyone who was invited with his wealth.
After standing at the very nice doorway for a few seconds, a butler opened the door, greeting Saiki as 'sir' like he was some guest of honor. Saiki ignored him and walked past, taking off his shoes at the doorway and setting them down next to a million other pairs. The butler closed the door behind him and stood there, awaiting for more people to arrive— when it already sounded like the whole school was inside the mansion. Saiki took off his coat and folded it up in his arms, then set it down on a table with a few other coats folded onto it. He then walked slowly around the large hallway and decided to try to find the quietest place to hang out.
Unfortunately, Saiki walked right into the large ballroom where the party was happening, and saw a ton of teenagers dancing to loud music that was echoing throughout the spacious room. Some people were ravaging the buffet set up in the middle of the large room, while others were...drinking?
Well ignoring how illegal and irresponsible leaving alcohol out for teenagers to drink is, that would just make everyone more of a nuisance to Saiki; especially with their thoughts. Saiki groaned quietly to himself, and pulled out his germanium ring from his pants pocket, quickly slipping it on one of his fingers and being relieved when everybody's thoughts came to a stop.
He stood in the doorway to the ballroom, observing everybody's behavior, feeing quite disappointed that some of his fellow classmates were participating in underaged drinking. Saiki took a deep breath and turned around to look for another room to go into, but quickly being jumpscared by Nendou who was standing right behind him. Saiki flinched, not knowing Nendou was there and furrowed his eyebrows. "You made it, buddy!" Nendou yelled so that way Saiki could hear him over the music. Saiki ignored him and slipped past the giant idiot, walking away from him.
Of course, Nendou just followed him. "This party is awesome! You should try some of the drinks they have out, some of them taste funny." Nendou said, obviously talking about the alcoholic drinks. Saiki continued walking on and quickly turned down a random long hallway, which made Nendou stop. "You gotta go to the bathroom or something? Alright I'll be right here buddy!" He cheered to Saiki as he walked farther away.
Saiki seemed to be walking down the hallway where the bathroom was...or more like, bathrooms.
Saiki shook his head in annoyance that he had already ran into a person that he really didn't want to run into, and it seemed like his luck didn't get any better once he stumbled upon Toritsuka outside of a bathroom, pinning a random girl against a wall and talking to her.
"Hey cutie, what'cha doing after this?" Toritsuka said in a more of a wobbly tone. "Uhm...going home?" The girl answered him. Toritsuka laughed, "Can I come with?" Yikes, he was very clearly drunk, and his pick up lines were even worse when he wasn't sober. The girl rolled her eyes and shoved Toritsuka off of her, before walking into the bathroom that they were outside of and locking the door. "Hey! Heyyy...what did I do?" Toritsuka whined loudly so that she could hear him on the other side of the door. Saiki rolled his own eyes and walked up to Toritsuka, grabbing him on the shoulder. "Stop harassing girls." Saiki said out of no where, pulling Toritsuka away from the door.

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Torisai Oneshots
Fanfiction(DISCONTINUED FOR NOW!!!) Kusuo Saiki x Reita Toritsuka oneshots! Read the first chapter for more information. I AM taking requests for smut, fluff, and angst. Made by the author of "Depressed Wishes". (Cover art is not by me.)