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Kusuo teleported into Toritsuka’s room. The time read 12:00 AM, and the area was completely quiet, save the babbling of the water fountain just outside his room. Saiki turned on the lights with psychokinesis, and then gave Toritsuka a good hard kick to the stomach.
Toritsuka gasped loudly and rolled over in bed, clutching his stomach. He looked up at his assailant, eyes watering.
good morning, Saiki broadcast directly into his mind. He looked down at Toritsuka with a mixture of pity and revulsion as he took hold of the back of his shirt collar, hoisting him by his Pajamas and dangling him at an arm’s length.
“Whoa, Saiki!” Toritsuka exclaimed, legs swinging idly. “Where’d you come from?!”
Hell, where else.
At first, Saiki heard a torrential stream of bullshit via telepathy as Toritsuka desperately tried to think of a way to escape. Then, he seemed to remember something and went limp, and his torrent of thoughts slowed to a trickle.
Toritsuka seemed resigned to his fate. He didn’t struggle more than was necessary, to Saiki’s surprise. I wish I could kick his ass, flashed through Toritsuka’s mind, but was quickly pushed away. Instead, he craned his neck and looked up at Saiki with wide, pleading eyes.
Nope. We had a deal. Now suck it up and be a decent person for once. And with that, Saiki teleported away.
Kanto Central Police Station, read the sign outside. Saiki carried a limp Toritsuka like a sack of potatoes up to the front walkway. The sound of birds twittering in the distance could be heard in the intermittent silence.
“Oh, Come on man,” Toritsuka attempted feebly. “It wasn’t technically my fault!!! Besides, it wasn’t even that bad! It’s not like I touched her-”
Shut up. They have video evidence of you publicly sexually assaulting that woman, you absolute trash sack. They’d come for you regardless. I’m not going to cover for you. You need to learn this lesson once and for all, the hard way. He let go and gave Toritsuka a hard shove.
Go, Turn yourself in, and I won’t interfere and make your life even more miserable than it’s about to become.
Toritsuka winced and gave Saiki one last wistful look before turning to enter the facility. Saiki watched him using clairvoyance, all the way until he was safely locked in a holding cell.
Well, that was one less problem for Saiki to deal with for now, Saiki thought to himself. Toritsuka was a nuisance at best, but guilt gnawed at his stomach regardless. It’s for his own good, and for the good of the rest of society. I’d be a worse person if I didn’t turn him in. It still sounded contrived, even in his mind.
Oh well. Neither he nor the world would miss this worthless, lecherous dumpster fire of a temple boy, if he was somehow convicted to serve. He had one job, and he seemed to have gone out of his way to fail as badly as humanly possible. If he was locked away, then he would never be given the opportunity to abuse his powers again. Toritsuka was simply paying the price for his many sins, at long last. Saiki let out a sigh of relief.
No longer my problem, and not my fault.