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It's a ‘No.’ from the start, obviously.
Aiura would say it was given, if her jealousy allowed her to react in any other way than anger.
They stood on opposite sides of the spectrum. Him, hopefully unknown and desperately unnoticed, balancing on the edge of normalcy; her, painfully bright and never over seen, craving wistful looks and sweet uh-ohs.
They could never be together, next to each other or in others close proximity, he understood that immediately, if he wanted to keep passing under the radar. His pretended mediocrity was everything he aimed for his whole life, a god-like person walking among humans, unseen and unbothered, pleasing his demand of secrecy, unknown and unnoticed to anyone but his closest and often not even them.
No, Teruhashi shone far brighter than any of the stars in the night sky (like a beacon of supposed beauty he didn’t see and kindness with warmth he mostly heard of but never felt) and she will soon be discovered by some agent and become famous and known and hunted more than she already is, and that was too much danger for Saiki's secret little (huge) life.
Still, there had to be something, the same something, that put them in each others paths, that ensured they would see each other daily, even on free days, that brought Teruhashi wherever he was. Perhaps it was some hidden power of his, being the mast for Teruhashi Kokomi, aiding her steps and her large crowd of admirers to him every day, calling her to his house whenever he was determined to stay in for the whole day. Teruhashi called it fondness, crush, love, he called it disillusion, coincidence, well-detailed, craftily laid trap.
And yet, perhaps because he could look past the light that enfolded her, could see under the fake gilt and glitter and see her, the Teruhashi Kokomi, who was sometimes afraid and unsure of herself and unsure in front of him, but so convinced she wanted to stand by his side, perhaps that could be a reason to give that something a chance.
To give them a chance.
And perhaps, sometime in the future he will find the strength to admit to himself, that, although he doesn’t own Teruhashi ( nobody does, especially not her pervert of a brother ), he is not willing to give her to just anybody. She will look at him with her completely average and not-at-all-astonishing eyes and mutter soft Kusuo while his voice resonates in her mind with whispered Kokomi.
And if it started as a ‘No.' and it might end as a ‘Yes.’, what do you call it now?
Teruhashi gives him a sweet little smile, her face pinkens and thoughts in her mind are blissful mess full of his name. His face is blank and behind the green glasses his eyes are unreadable, but if someone could read them, they might claim with high level of certainty there was clear affection.
It’s a Maybe.