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Being friends with Aiura turned out to have a lot of side benefits. Not only was she incredibly useful for preventing calamities, with her ability to see precisely into the future, but she was also very relaxing to spend time with. Saiki learned this second thing, finally, on one occasion after she had helped him stop an explosion in the science lab–when they had to prevent Hairo and Kaidou’s experiment from going awry and creating, essentially, mustard gas. Saiki and Aiura had fled the scene, to avoid anyone discovering their psychic powers, and found themselves in the Film Society Club Room. They just had to wait it out until the bell rang, then they could get lost in the crowd of students and hopefully not get in trouble for cutting class.
Aiura was panting as she stood pressed into the slammed-shut door while Saiki surveyed their surroundings. There was an old projector set up, positioned in front of a white tarp hanging from the ceiling. And there in the middle of the room was an old sofa, probably reclaimed from an aunty or grandma’s house. Saiki nodded toward the couch and Aiura hummed in agreement.
She crossed the room and collapsed onto it, tossing her greenish yellow hair over the back of the cushions. Her thoughts all revolved around how grateful she was not to have been caught and how little she liked “the chibi kid” at the moment. Yeah, Kaidou could be a little reckless with Hairo as a partner. Neither were really good with measurements.
As he looked at Aiura’s face begin to go slack, Saiki considered that he could benefit from a lie down himself. Sure, he was an all-powerful psychic, but running around and saving the day against his will could definitely take it out of him. He flopped, slowly, so as not to hurt her, onto the sofa, and gently rested his head across her thighs. He could hear the blood rushing through her veins to color her face at the sudden and unexpected contact.
“Don’t move,” Saiki warned. Her soft, tan thighs made a decent pillow.
I won’t, she thought. An opportunity like this doesn’t come along, like, ever.
One of her hands was kind of wedged under Saiki’s body, but the other was settled on the arm rest. She raised it cautiously, and Saiki already knew where it was going before it landed softly on his head. Her long, pink fingernails grazed through his magenta hair, filing each strand over and over as she caressed his scalp.
Saiki felt an unfamiliar wave of sensation travel from the crown of his head and pool in his center, startling him slightly. “No one’s ever done that to me before,” he remarked flatly.
“Should I stop?” Aiura whispered, still clearly preoccupied with not wanting to be caught.
Shaking his head, he felt her fingers scrape along his skin at his movement. The tingling wave rushed over his body again. Damn, that feels good, he thought. He didn’t want to admit it out loud yet, though, so instead he told her, “Just do what you want.”
He felt Aiura shrug as she started carding her fingers through his hair again.
He couldn't stop his eyelids beginning to flutter, his body in a strange stage of contentment and what he was beginning to identify as pleasure, when suddenly the door flung open.
“I knew I’d find you two in here!” a shrill voice belted out.
“Shut up, you germ,” Aiura hissed, signalling for Toritsuka, the ghost-consultant, to enter the room and shut the freaking door.
Toritsuka grumbled under his breath about always being left out of PK Academy Psychic activities as he closed the door behind him and shuffled over to the couch. He picked up Saiki’s feet and slid under them, thus beginning an argument between him and Aiura over how he should mind his own business and not bother Saiki so much.
Good grief, he really does ruin everything, Saiki thought, reflecting on how nice it had been before Toritsuka showed up. But he made the mental note–as he sat up to place a hand over their bickering mouths–to try to hang out with Aiura alone again sometime.