good grief! *SLOW*

where are you?

not revised 

"...boring, boring, boring!" it's as if irritation was reincarnated into a 40 year old man's body. "you're telling me you spent 2 months on this? absurd." you could see his breath flowing out of his gross middle-aged mouth, twisting and curling up in the air like onion scented yarn.  

ah, yes. you are an illustrator working for shounen jump, and your editor is far from happy with your work. the job you always wanted came with a few loose ends, it seemed.

"at this rate, we won't be able to publish anything this month! do you understand where that puts me?! my boss will kill me, too! if you don't want me to send complaints in for your resignation, stop offering this low-grade bullshit." your editor threw the manuscripts you poured your blood sweat and tears into (almost literally once out of desperation) for the past 2 months onto the floor and stomped out of the room, fuming out the ears. 

it seemed like your life of a 20 year old fantasy comic maker was about to end at the hands of a man who didn't even read the most popular manga at the time, saiki k. how uncultured could one be?

there were plenty of editors in your department, but you ended up with probably the most judgemental, blunt, and uncultured man that was under 5'5" to ever exist.

whatever. you didn't have anything to do in the building anymore, so you went home.

 you didn't even eat dinner, and it was already 9 in the evening by the time you got back home. "y/n? welcome home! i left your food in the fridge, so heat it up whenever!" you heard your mom talk from the kitchen. yes, you're 20, living with your mother. bear with me.

even though your mother was being sweet, you couldn't help losing your appetite over what your editor said.

*...boring!* 

what a horrible memory. 

you shook the thought out of your head and went upstairs, trying your best not to slam the door closed. you were shaking. not out of fatigue, but out of resentment. facing your mother was hard enough in this state, but slowly, you felt the tears pricking your vision. "fuck..." the sobbing continues, and gets worse over time.

you fell asleep on an empty stomach and a broken heart. 

THE END

*what kind of a game was that?* saiki thinks. he knew cheap games that people tended to not spoil were bad, but he never thought it would be this personal. 

*maybe someone made this game when their illustrator career ended. how pitiful.* the sleeping face in the game looked like it was about to pop a blood vessel at that remark. well, saiki expected nothing less.

he put his controller down and laid in bed, staring at the ceiling.

"...what a day..."

"...i'm totally beat."

"what's on tv..." 

the thoughts of the people around him were filling his mind as they always did, almost blocking out his own. they lived lives without a care in the world, not knowing any better or worse. saiki sighed. he was feeling much worse about his psychic abilities now. 

"..."

*!*

*what?*

"..."

he sat up in his bed. there was a person within his radar that seemed to have no thoughts or a mind he could not read. 

*how is that possible?*

crossing his eyes, he saw a girl walking down the street in the PK school uniform, near his house. it was you, coming back from school after hairo pushed the tennis club around after school hours for, "giving up too easily." just like in the game, it was 9 in the evening, and you felt your legs about to sink into the ground. 

saiki stood at his second floor window in shock seeing you walk by, not noticing his staring.

*is she stupid like nendo? no, i hardly doubt it. there's no way in hell that there's someone as stupid as nendo.*

like a bird of prey, he continued to stare you down as you half-walked half-limped down the street in front of his house. 

 ah.

you felt your legs give out underneath you, and gently float to the ground face-first, giving in to the fatigue.

*ah.*

you collapsed right at his gate, barely strong enough to keep breathing. you hoped no one was watching, but saiki was already at his doorstep, not bothering to walk down the stairs, so he jumped out of his window.

you were awake, somehow, and you hear someone's approaching footsteps coming from behind you.

"oh my god! what happened pal?" the voice was deep and had a hint of stupid. 

*how am i supposed to know?*

another voice spoke, annoyed and emotionless, but it was eerily familiar. 

"hey! girl! do you know where you live?" the stupid voice spoke loudly. you wanted to cover your ears but you could barely feel your arms. instead, you manage a weak nod. "will you need help getting there?" it asked again. you really didn't want to be robbed or harassed in this state or well, ever.

now, you weren't stupid, but his voice was slowly making you stupid.

*idiot. let me handle this.* 

"wha- well, okay then. g'night pal!" the stupid voice sounded disappointed, and you were glad.

you couldn't turn your head, but you heard heavy footsteps going away from you and the other boy with the emotionless voice. 

*well then, what do i do with you?* 

you could start to turn your head a little bit, and saw the boy crouching in front of you, lost in thought. he had bright pink hair, two weird hairpins, and green glasses.

with what little strength you had, you widened your eyes.

(saiki from the year above?)

you, for some reason, were born immune to his psychic powers.

*hmm? you can move your head now?*