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The very moment Saiki woke up, he knew there was a problem. No need explaining it, it was just a hunch. He could sense it.
A sweet scent of home made coffee jelly.
Saiki hummed.
Soft white sheets.
He wasn’t home.
Then where was he?
-Fuck-, perfect way to start a day.
The psychic’s brain had a hard time to process everything that was going on; his eyes were still closed, his thoughts were all foggy, and his eyelids felt disgustingly heavy. He didn’t even remember falling asleep. In fact, the last thing Kusuo remembered was himself, playing a new video game that Kaido had practically begged him to try out. As he organized his thoughts, the pink haired boy noticed that he didn’t have his glasses on. He guessed this was normal, since he never fell asleep with his glasses on, but still, if someone was around, the idiotic piece of human scum that was Nendo for example, and if Saiki somehow locked eyes with them, they’d turn to stone.
Great, so he currently couldn't open his eyes. Not that he particularly wanted to anyway. He was frightened to the possibility of opening his eyes and realize he is in a hellish situation. The psychic just groaned softly, still trying to fully wake up (but it was also a sign showing how annoyed he was of this whole situation), and moved a little. He didn't have the strength to confront the world, or whatever the heck was going on, right now.
-Ah! Kusuo woke up! Oh my god, his bed hair is so adorable.-
Saiki immediately tensed up, confused to hear the thoughts of someone he didn’t recognize immediately. He instantly started to look up for his glasses, not wanting to turn anyone into stone, when he heard a soft, genuine laugh. The hand looking for a pair of glasses just stopped. Yup, Saiki was definitely tense now.
“Good morning, grumpy baby.”
-What.-
Then, Kusuo felt someone sit onto the bed, right by his side, and he felt this someone leaning onto him and putting his glasses on, before kissing him gently on the cheek. He tried not to panic at the touch, not used to be shown affection like this. A lover? Or was it a stupid prank gone wrong? No. No one would dare to just kiss Saiki on the cheek like that, unless they were suicidal.
-What the hell did I get myself into this time? Good fucking grief.-
Saiki was trying his best not to react, especially when he felt the hand of what seemed to be a boy of his age (or a bit more?) gently running through his pink hair. The boy-- Kusuo knew this scent-- and this voice, even though they were slightly different somehow, he still recognized them. The feeling of being lost, of confusion grew bigger, followed by the sensation of utter panic.
-Good grief. What the hell? Is- that Toritsuka...?-
Saying the pink psychic was confused was an understatement. He didn't understand what was going on at all. Why did he end up on someone else’s bed, and most importantly, the annoying pervert’s bed? Saiki's first thought would've been to believe this situation was a really lame prank, but as he read Reita’s thoughts, he realized that it definitely wasn’t it.
Was he in the future then? No. Impossible. He would never be-- He would never even consider Reita as a lover. Another universe then? Well...? Kusuo was trying to find an answer to the questions that kept popping in his mind, keeping his eyes closed and frowning slightly.
He didn’t want to open his eyes. He didn’t want to see Reita’s face and admit, or even consider that he was-- that they were--
“Come on, don’t you want to see your perfect one-of-a-kind handsome boyfriend?” Reita murmured playfully, giggling quietly.
-Boyfriend.-
Something broke inside of Saiki. Maybe his will to live.
Kusuo repeated the words in his mind. When in the end, he didn’t want to think about that. How did this happened?
HOW did Saiki Kusuo, who wasn’t interested in love, who didn’t understand love, could fall for someone? Especially for Toritsuka Reita?
Toritsuka, who annoyed him to death, Toritsuka who whined all the time, Toritsuka who was a pervert and horny scum.
Saiki tensed and kept his eyes closed. There was no way this was real. Maybe if he just ignored it, it would go away. Yup. No denial, just a theory he came up with.
Toritsuka’s pout was so big, Kusuo could sense it without opening his eyelids.
“I made coffee jelly for you! Also- after last night, I wanted to wake you up with kisses- and- a good breakfast. Isn’t that enough proof of my love? Please open your eyes, I love you?”
....Last. Night.
God. This. Was. A. Nightmare.
Saiki was reading the other’s thoughts and almost shuddered. He was ready to snap. That couldn’t be real. That couldn’t POSSIBLY be real. Why would his future self ever be with Toritsuka Reita? Why would his future self ever consider having an intimate relationship with the latter? Saiki felt he was about to go insane.
This Toritsuka wasn’t really different of his, now that he thought about it. They both had the same cheery tone, they were both honest and straightforward from what Saiki noticed, and they were both a little bit kind hearted. Just a little bit.
However... The Toritsuka Saiki had in front of him was... way softer? Unlike the one Kusuo knew, this Reita didn’t have any excessive dirty thoughts; he was gentle, not too insistant, his voice was calmer. And... he was a bit older, too. Maybe one or two years? Maybe even three?
And, most of all, Saiki could sense that Reita was in love. Genuine love.
But that was the problem. Toritsuka was in love with him. And apparently, Saiki and him were a couple.
Wasn’t Toritsuka straight in the first place? Kusuo sighed mentally as he analyzed the situation.
And also, Saiki came to a conclusion.
He had to play the game, put up an act, and quickly, if he wanted to have a better understanding of the situation.
-Good grief. I don’t want to do that.-
And, gathering all the courage he had, Saiki finally opened his eyes.