Fanboy (Saiki x Male Reader)

5

~Saiki's pov~

Saiki was going somewhere. He didn't know where but his legs still carried him down a road. He already knew this wasn't real, there where other people on the road too but they where all frozen in place with an unsettling grin on their faces.

He finally stopped in front of a house. He couldn't quite make out the house's details; it was all too fuzzy. His legs started moving again, towards the house. This time his hands joined in, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a silver colored key. He unlocked the door, only to be faced with a normal house. That's weird.

Considering how dreams work, Saiki was expecting something weird or creepy behind the door. Instead it was a cozy looking house. "Kusuo? Is that you?" a familiar voice called from one of the rooms.

Saiki followed the voice. The room appeared to be a living room. The TV was on but it only showed blobs of color and the sounds were almost incoherent. On the couch was an older looking (Y/n). He looked in his early 20's. There was an orange tabby curled up on his lap. "I was wondering when you'd get back. We where worried" He said, pointing from himself to the cat and back.

The cat looked up at Saiki and flashed him a cocky grin before settling back onto the (h/c)ette's lap. 'I doubt that' Saiki told him telepathically. (Y/n) giggled before carefully moving the cat off of his lap and standing up.

He walked up to the psychic and pulled him into a hug. Saiki found himself returning the hug. "Nah, he's just like that" (Y/n) said. His voice was slightly muffled due to the male snuggling into Saiki's chest.

(Y/n) looked up and gave him a smile. Everything was quickly getting brighter and everything was becoming hard to hear. I must be waking up.

"I....l..ov.....o..."

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Saiki slowly opened his eyes. This time he was in his room. He felt something wrapped up in his arms and looked down. There was a ball of (h/c) floof sticking out from under the blanket. Saiki immediately recognized this as (Y/n) due to the small nose that was currently poking him in the collar bone.

The two had their arms wrapped around the other's waits, legs tangled up together. (Y/n) was still asleep, that much was obvious from his thoughts. Saiki always thought dreams where weird. He could read someone's mind even when said person was asleep but, with dreams, words and images would flow and mix together.

Reading someone's mind was like listening to someone talk. Dreams were more like if said person was drunk and in static limbo.

Needless to say, Saiki didn't like reading dreams.

Despite wanting nothing more than to block out (Y/n)'s dream, Saiki found that impossible due to how close the other male was to him. What he could gather from the jumbled mess that dreams usually create, (Y/n) was dreaming about giving therapy to a person with a big smile cut into his face.

As he said, dreams are weird.

Speaking of which, Saiki's mind wondered back to his dream. Was that a vision? It seemed like it was in the distant future. He has had visions before -more often than he would like- but they were always at most a day away from happening.

But this one seemed to be several years away. Perhaps it was just a dream. His eyes drifted to the sleeping male beside him. Sure, he didn't hate the (h/c)ette, but that certainly didn't mean that he liked him like that.

"Why are you staring at me?" a tired voice asked. Saiki looked down, meeting (Y/n)'s tired eyes. When did he wake up? He shook his head, not wanting to worry about it. (Y/n)'s face started to heat up. 'Wait, why am I snuggling with him?! I could have sworn we weren't like this before. DARN MY SNUGGLINESS!!' (Y/n)'s mind screeched.