Ethereal: Extremely delicate and light in a way that seems too perfect for this world, heavenly or spiritual.
Being a psychic has always brought Saiki Misery, if he ever had the chance, he would want to get rid of it. And being an empath hasn't always brought you any luck in life, but you can't say you'd want to do the same. You two were pretty much opposites, you were all smiles and him not so much. But when it came to you, he just couldn't help himself from wanting to know more, wanting to feel more, wanting to be closer. you were just...different.
But that's all that is to it... right?
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'Maybe. . .I'm the one whose been an idiot, this entire time', Saiki thought to himself before walking over to (y/n).
"Next time, I think I'll tie my hair in buns. It keeps getting in my face. *Groans* I definitely don't wanna cut it, maybe a trim but. .er," (Y/n) sighed to herself as she brushed through her locks looking into her compact make up mirror.
"Stop that," I spoke.
She turned to me, her gaze meeting mine. Closing the distance, I reached out and plucked a stray petal from her hair.
"You look perfect," I whispered, A soft blush painted her cheeks, and in that moment, I couldn't deny it anymore...
Taking her hand, I continued, "Now, let's go before we're late."
(Y/n) paused for a moment before turning back to him, her face immediately lighting up, "Right, let's go!" she beamed with a radiant smile
'I actually fell for this idiot too', Saiki thought himself.
Y/N, a simple woman, joins the deadly games to pay off debts after her mother's death. Young-Il, a heartless soul, controls the games, watching everything from afar while sipping on his glass of whisky.
But this year is different. When he spots Y/N, number 160, during the game of "Red Light, Green Light," he can't help but grow more obsessed with her.
The first game ends, and Young-Il decides it's time to join the games himself, meet her, and make her his forever. Not that he will allow anyone else to even look at her
But will Y/N really trust him?