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“Hey, hey, hey! Did you hear we have a transfer student?”
“Yeah, I heard! Apparently she’s cute, too!”
The class was filled with the sound of students chattering away, talking about the new transfer student to come to Class 2. Saiki rolled his eyes. Such superficial students. All he hoped was that this new student wouldn’t bother him like Teruhashi did.
“Guys, the teacher’s coming with the new kid!”
Everybody scrambled to their seats, the boys all sitting on edge in hopes of getting to see a new pretty girl to fawn over. Of course, nobody could beat Teruhashi, but they all loved a good cute girl for their eyes to feast upon.
“Class, welcome our new transfer student! She transferred from America!”
Ohh, she’s pretty!
She’s really cute!
Damn, she’s hot.
Saiki rested his hand on his chin as his mind was (unwillingly) flooded with other people's thoughts about how hot you were. Not like he would be able to tell anyways; he had x-ray vision.
“Hello!” You bowed and waved. You introduced yourself, aware of all the eyes on you. Not to worry; you weren't such a chicken shit with public speaking. "Forgive me if my Japanese is bad!” You smiled widely, and looked around the room, eyes landing on Saiki.
Saiki looked up and locked eyes with you. Your eyes were unreadable. At least, to anybody who wasn’t a psychic. He tried to listen to your thoughts, but heard... nothing.
What? His eyes narrowed slightly. Why can’t I hear anything she’s thinking? He looked down at his fingers. He wasn’t wearing his germanium ring and he could still hear his classmates thoughts’ fine; so why couldn’t he hear yours? Were you stupid?
You blinked and looked away, smile still plastered on.
“There’s an empty seat next to Saiki,” the teacher chirped, “why don’t you sit there?” You nodded back, and walked to your new desk. Saiki glanced at you. Your head was resting on your left hand, and your right tapped the desk in a deliberate pattern of sorts. Did you play piano?
You turned your head and locked eyes with him once again. You looked him up and down, and the corners of your mouth turned up the littlest bit. If it had been anybody else other than Saiki, they probably wouldn’t have caught it.
Who are you? Why can’t I hear your thoughts?
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You scanned the room, brain soaking in your surroundings and making judgements when your eyes reached a pink haired boy with hair clips and green glasses. Oh. Oh no. He’s fucking hot. Jesus Christ, he’s attractive. What the hell? Why is he so pretty? Get ahold of yourself, dumbass. It’s literally been minutes since you’ve stepped into this classroom, you can’t start thirsting over random boys this quick. He looked up, only to stare right back at you. He was going to burn a hole into you.
Agh, well, you have to admit; they sure as hell don’t have guys like THIS in America.