Chapter Text
“text” - Kusuo talking telepathically
“text” - regular talking, Kusuo occasionally
‘text’ - regular thoughts + Kusuo’s thoughts as well
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You had no idea how honored Kusuo was to be in your house right now.
You might’ve not been in the same class as him but you still managed to talk to him at lunch and or before you both headed home. (Surprisingly.)
Kusuo slipped his outdoor shoes onto your genkan and then bowed his head, thanking you silently for being able to be here in your house. You nervously waved him off as reassurance, telling him that it’s fine that he’s coming over.
You didn’t want to admit it out loud but… he was so dang adorable. And respectful, too.
He slipped into the guest pair of house slippers that you had by the genkan and followed you into the kitchen.
Looking back at him, you smiled and then giggled some. “Go ahead and make yourself at home, Saiki-kun! You can sit on one of our stools at the island counter if you’d like. Or you can sit at our dining table. It’s all up to you.”
“Thank you, L/n-san,” He eventually nodded his head and took a seat at the large kitchen island, on a stool near the end.
You nod your head and soon walk over to the fridge, leaning down a bit. Your hand opens the fridge door and the fridge comes open. You were met by the typical cool refrigerator air. Your eyes scanned the contents in the fridge. And then you stopped when you noticed some stuff growing in the casserole that your mother made three weeks ago.
You paused when you realized how long it’s been since your mother made that casserole. And you realized what was growing on her casserole. That’s right. It was mold.
It was just sitting on the casserole plain as day all over that three week old chicken that was covered with homemade sauce. That too, also had mold growing on it.
Just looking at it made you want to throw up your breakfast.
You took out the pot of casserole while making a face that looked like you were going to gag. The fridge door closed behind you as you placed the pot near the sink. Kusuo raised an eyebrow at your disappointed and mainly disgusted face, watching you hesitate to take off the lid.
“What’s the matter?” You heard Kusuo ask. You turn to look at him and some lunch from earlier came up just a little bit. You managed to swallow it back down. Sure it felt weird and nasty swallowing it, but you didn’t want to throw up while you had a guest over at your house.
(Though, you know Kusuo wouldn’t mind tending to you since he’s been so kind to you.)
“It’s, um... it’s the casserole my mom made. I think it’s time for me to throw it out since she forgot about it. Well actually, we all pretty much forgot about it...”
Kusuo tilted his head, confused. What about the casserole your mother made? Was it bad or something? If it wasn’t then there was no need to throw it out. He really doesn’t know what the problem was. Maybe you didn’t like it? No, it had be something else because why else would you suggest to throw it out.
Kusuo stood up and walked over to you. “What about the casserole? What’s wrong with it?”
He watched you slowly open the lid and right then and there, you turned your head so that you wouldn’t smell it as much. Kusuo stood next to you and took in your sweet apple cinnamon scent. It soon got clouded by an unpleasant smell that came from inside of the open pot. It smelled totally sour.
“Never mind. I understand why you’re gagging now. The casserole’s gone bad. It has to be around three weeks old.”
“That’s definitely three weeks old. No actually, that’s more than three weeks! I’m sure of it! There’s a lot of mold growing on it!”
You pointed inside of the pot straight at the mold that was growing on a few pieces of the old, dry chicken. The mold was grayish green with white on the outer parts of it. It also looked fuzzy like a fur ball. The worst part about the casserole was that it smelled.
“Good point. Let’s throw it out before it gets worse.”
You nodded and grabbed the handles of the pot. You felt Kusuo’s hand rest against your shoulder and that made you stop to look at him. You waited to know what Kusuo wanted to tell you. You faintly smelled a bit of Kusuo’s cologne which was soon clouded by the sour smelling casserole again.
“Oh, I can take care of it for you. Here, let me take it.” He tells you as he patted your shoulder gently.
You smile at him brightly, your cheeks flushing pink a little bit. You noticed that Kusuo’s cheeks were also pink just like yours. “Really?! Thank you so much, Saiki-kun! I’ll make you a pepperoni hot pocket! I’ll also get you some vanilla cake and some coffee jelly! My treat!”
“R-Really? You really don’t have to do that—”
“—It’s okay! It’s all my treat, really! I really appreciate it!”
Kusuo’s eyes brightened up when you said that the coffee jelly was on your tab. He felt kinda guilty for letting you pay for it all, though. He decided to pitch in as much as he could by helping you with throwing away the casserole.
He nods his head and watched you let go of the handles on the pot. He grabbed the pot handles after that. He then disappeared without giving you a second to blink.
“Eh—? Saiki-kun? Where did you—” Kusuo teleported back to your kitchen with an empty pot that was sparkling clean. The lid and everything was there where it was before.
“Ah, there you are! Thanks a lot, Saiki-kun!”
“You’re welcome. It’s the least that I could do.”
You giggled happily and grabbed the pot. You hurried putting the pot back in one of the lower cabinets that had all of the pots in it so that you could make the pepperoni hot pockets for you and Kusuo.
After having some hot pockets, you both went to Café Mami to enjoy some delicious sweets.
Kusuo got the vanilla cake and the coffee jelly that you promised him while you got a lot of donuts that varied in flavor for your parents. You also decided to get some chocolate cake for yourself as well.
After enjoying your time at Café Mami, you both went back to your place.
You and Kusuo stood in front of the gates to your house. You both bow your heads.
“Thanks for coming over today, Saiki-kun! I’ll see you tomorrow at school. Have a good rest of your day!”
“Yes, you too L/n-san. And thank you for having me over.”
“No problem! I’m always happy inviting you over!” ‘I’ll find a way to pay you back eventually just because I feel like I should. What I did earlier was definitely not enough, I know that for sure.’
You waved when Kusuo walked home back to his house. After his figure disappeared, you went back into your own house and awaited a new day to get to see Kusuo.