Archive of Our Own ^beta

Chapter Text

“Saiki!”

“Saiki-kun!”

“Kusuoooooo~”

“Buddy!”

Good grief. 

It’s eight in the morning, and all he’s done is enter the classroom. It seems he can’t even breathe  without being annoyed by his classmates. Kaido, Toritsuka, Aiura, and Nendo are crowded around his desk for no reason whatsoever. Toritsuka isn’t even in his class, which is particularly aggravating because the pervert must’ve been waiting for him. A quick look into his thoughts confirms this. 

Aiura is here too for some reason. Less of a pain to be around, but it’s nearly impossible to blend in when speaking to her. And why is she here this early? Being the rule-bender she is, the signature jingle jangle of her excessive jewellery is usually heard a good twenty minutes after the bell rings. 

It seems that she and the schizophrenic, no, spirit medium have joined forces in a ‘fuck you in particular’ sort of way.

”Baaaaaaaabe~” Aiura begins, leaving Kaido a blushing mess, because the idea of two teenagers being in love is gasp-worthy in his delusional mind. She simply gives him a condescending look, the kind you would give to someone you don’t like when they try involve themself in your conversation. She continues talking to Saiki, draping herself over him.

”Please please please would you tell this pervert your favourite colour is not pink? He’s like, in denial! We were on the phone last night, and he brought up the time you picked a pink thingiemabob from the arcade. But then you gave it to ToumaTou, so you must’ve hated it!!”

“What?” Saiki looks at her blankly and shrugs her off of him.

”You heard me!” Her point is taken less seriously now that she’s pouting about not being allowed to hug him.

Toritsuka takes this as a golden opportunity to open his fat mouth, to the displeasure of every person, animal, insect, object, and atom in a five mile radius. Even Nendou, with no thoughts in his head, steps away from him. 

“Listen! A ghost told me you that have a bunch of random pink things in your room, so you gave it to acorn head to seem mature!”

Saiki looks down at him with disdain. “Why are ghosts telling you about my room? I need to update my nickname for you, you’re not just a pervert…You’re just gross in general”

Toritsuka flails his arms like a dying octopus. “Shut up! And how are you looking down on me when I’m taller!? As I was saying!”

”Shut up.”

They say in unison, thanks to Saiki’s mind control, even though it was really only for Kaido. Him and Aiura would’ve said it anyway and mind control doesn’t work on Nendo.

”And why do you care anyways? I didn’t have that many tickets and I thought it would look nice on my shelf. I gave it to Touma cause he asked.”

GASP!

SHOCK!

The self-proclaimed psykickers holler wildly, their mouths gaping like those big birds who gulp a lot of fish. Maybe that’s why the purple one smells like fish.

”YOU CALLED TOUMAPIPI BY HIS FIRST NAME!? YOU DON’T CALL ANYONE ELSE BY THEIR NAMES, NOT EVEN YOUR MASOCHISTIC ASS JANKY ASS BROTHER! I mean he’s low-key hot though, BUT WHAT?? NO WONDER YOU DON’T LOVE ME, YOU’RE GAY FOR YAPPECHI!” 

It was a dumb reply, but Toritsuka is way dumber. he kept his jaw dropped as he stared between the two. Saiki was not going to dive into the gyaru’s weird thoughts, or think about the fact she found K*s*ke hot. He had to erase Kaido’s memory before he died of his own internalised homophobia. 

Oops, he already left. He’ll erase the memory another day. He uses his pent up annoyance to slap Toritsuka out the building, and sits in his chair like nothing happened, a clear sign he is done talking for the day. Maybe the week. And the slight blush on his cheeks was simply a malfunction. Just his pyrokinesis. No, it was never there to begin with.

~

I do find insects quite intriguing. Yet cicadas have always been the exception to that rule, as they are incredibly annoying! I did come across a gorgeous butterfly the other day, and would like to know more about it. I should invest in an encyclopaedia, though I am painfully ‘broke’ as people say! Ah, I’m using slang just like Mikoto! She’s certainly rubbing off on me, not just in speech, but in affection for Kusuo. Though I’m still painfully broke. Wait! Money plus Kusuo equals a café, I should get a job there. And I could give him a discount on all the sweets he needs! Kusuo does have an alarming fondness for sugar, even more so for caffeine. There was a study on different drugs and how they affect a spider’s web, and the results were noteworthy. If Kusuo was a spider he would not be able to catch any flies. How sad! And I can not stop thinking about a spider with his head, saying good grief after another tasty treat escaped his web. Wait, what was I thinking of? I seem to have ‘lost myself in thought’ as they say, but I quite literally have lost myself. I started walking towards a cricket :(

This is one of many reasons Akechi has decided to leave his house 20 minutes earlier than he needs. For someone who is intelligent and scarily perceptive, he is quite the idiot.

~

Saiki can hear the different trains of thought overlapping from a mile away, so he puts on his germanium ring. He does feel partially guilty about it, but Akechi’s thoughts are just so loud. Besides, the feeling of uneasiness that creeps up on him is punishment of its own. 

Akechi finally comes into the classroom, and Saiki finds himself noting how it differs from his usual time of arrival. On Mondays through Wednesdays, Akechi typically comes in around 8:23. Thursdays and Fridays tend to be a little later.

What?

He shouldn’t be reading this far into it. The same mundane routine each day has always served as a form of comfort for Kusuo, but never before has he paid this close attention to the times his friends come in. He even found the average.

Akechi comes in with that wide grin of his, that somehow widens when he spots his target. For others, being acknowledged was a hindrance that would earn a soft sigh from the stoic psychic. But when Akechi beams up at him like that, like he’s honoured to even be able to see him… It’s hard to think rationally.

It’s hard to stop his emotions from going haywire.

Good grief, this is getting out of hand. Aiura was right, he’s been falling deeper and deeper into the blonde’s talkative, annoying, hyper web. For some reason he wants to stay stuck forever, hearing about—

“Good morning Kusuo! You may notice my later than usual arrival. I was thinking of insects and got heavily sidetracked! I’m surprised I was not late, I followed a cricket around for quite a while. Do you think that mosquitoes are just, ahem, ‘bitchier’ versions of bees? I do hope I used that word correctly, Miko has been teaching me her teenage slang! Oh the joys of adolescence… I am sidetracked once more. Bees sting as a last resort, they make yummy honey and wax, and are generally good insects who help pollinate. Mosquitoes are a pest! Evil, horrible creatures that feed on the suffering of many… what vile creatures.” 

He shakes his head disapprovingly, and Kusuo is left thinking of what an influence the gyaru has on this boy. No complaints, it’s just strange hearing him use vulgar language. He sounds like an 8 year old who just learned to swear. Kusuo blinks and stares at Touma some more.

”Kusuo? Are you going to reply? Maybe I’m talking too much, am I talking too much? I do hope I am not boring you with my ‘verbal diarrhoea’ as some have described my speech as!” Hearing Touma spiral like that makes him want to scream no, that he’s not talking too much (he certainly is) and he should bless the world with his voice a little longer. Instead he awkwardly shakes his head.

Somewhere on the topic of bees, the two talked their way to honey, tea, cakes made with honey, cafes that sell them, and working at cafes. The two meaning Touma was practically carrying that conversation on his head.

”So, let’s get this straight… you want a cafe job?” Saiki begins, already salivating at the thought of discounted sweets. Touma, being the hyper-observant little shit he is, uses psychological warfare to persuade Kusuo to change his precious coffee spot to the one in Touma’s area. He does a lot of hinting that the mind reader does not pick up on, because he is smart, Kusuo is in love, and his germanium ring is on.

Chapter Text

Deep breaths are a scam made up by oxygen companies so they can sell more oxygen! Oh my god I'm going to die in this interview. I'll probably end up talking so much I forget my main points. Why did I think I'd be a good fit for this job? This cafe seems awfully trendy and I'm really out of place. Damn these suspenders my grandmother got me three Christmases ago! I look like such a nerd! That person with blue hair and a SK8 hoodie is staring me down like I've dishonoured their cow. That matcha does look really good though. I'm sweaty from the walk here. And sweaty from making eye contact with that matcha monster. And sweaty from walking into this overly Instagrammable establishment where I am painfully incongruous. I could just turn back now... No! I have a mission, I must get this job so I can bring Kusuo here! Come on Touma, do it for that smile!

Images of Kusuo, with a dessert spoon nestled between his pink lips, flood Touma's mind, in turn flushing his cheeks. It's honestly adorable, seeing that stoic face melt at the first bite of a treat. Knowing that little grin, that faint blush is all because of him? An absolute necessity in the yellowette's (im so sorry) mind. Motivation to get that job! Except now he's flustered, and will probably make a fool of himself if he continues to dwell on the glimmer in Kusuo's eyes.

Picturing his smile isn't helping at all.

Come on Touma, do it for... the past experiences section on that CV!

~

Good grief, why am I waiting outside this cafe like a damn stalker? I should probably take off my ring, but the thoughts is this place seem pretty depressing. An hour ago I heard some barista wondering if some guy was alive or not. Until? That was his name. Who names their kid Until?? This cafe really isn’t my usual place, the exposed brick and abundance of greenery give that millennial burger joint vibe. I just need to make sure Touma doesn’t screw up the interview, I need my discounted sweets.

~

”-Yeah! So that’s why my bird ended up getting flushed down the toilet! All because of a bad coffee!”

Why can’t I stop talking!??? Oh my god I’m gonna fail this interview!! I’m so far off the actual topic!!

“Akechi? Please stop talking. Let’s conduct this interview professionally, just a thought.”

Mr Hatakeyama, the owner of the cafe, was staring holes through Touma’s skull, a desperate attempt to filter out the drone of his creepily monotone, yet somehow cheery, voice.

Why are none of my employees normal? This kid does seem nice, but will probably be horrible at customer service. A diligent worker who will get no tips. To hire someone like him would make the cafe more efficient, assuming he works as fast as he speaks. Honestly? All my workers are lazy. The blue haired one really only works hard on their matchas. This kid probably won’t demand extra hours or higher paycheques…won’t give me unnecessary headaches, as long as his mouth is closed.

“I apologise for veering off course. Would you like to hear about my-“

"You’re hired!”

That shocked him enough to finally shut him up.

~

That went surprisingly well. Guess my discounted sweets are secured?

~

”ORDER FOR TABLE 27! REI, STOP PUTTING TOO MUCH FOAM ON THE DRINKS, YOU’RE WHIPPING ME OUT OF BUSINESS! DEREK, I HAVE TOLD REPEATEDLY TO TAKE OUT THOSE PORCUPINE SPIKES! YOU DON’T LOOK VERY CUSTOMER FRIENDLY!”

As Mr Hatakeyama screamed at his employees, Touma couldn’t help but reflect on all the joyful moments in his life. Watching Takashi burn his crotch, buying a new book, riding a bike for the first time. He lived a good life, he thought, and was fully prepared to leave this world for another. Or turn right around and run out the door. It’s so loud! Which, coming from him, really says something! Even worse, all the workers are still staring him down. Maybe he should dye his hair pink, wear some black sunglasses and a choker. Maybe then these people would stop. Seriously, the vibes in this place are way too strong. He may as well be working at Hot Topic. The blue haired matcha maker walks up to him, giving a small nod before walking away.

Why am I being nodded at!?? Is this an appropriate greeting here? Oh dear, even the other employees seem shocked at what they just did. Are they smiling at me?? Oh my god they are. Acceptance! I wonder if I’m ever actually going to do anything, rather than continuing my strangely self aware monologue. Move the plot along!

~

About an hour into his training, he spots that familiar flash of pink hair. Weirdly fitting for the place. Kusuo sits down at the furthest, most secluded table he can find, how typical. 

Touma.

The blond boy flinches at the sudden calling of his name. Calling? Telepathic communication. 

Do I get free cake?

He looks in Kusuo’s direction and shrugs, what strings are he supposed to pull on his very first day? The manager notices his distraction and whisks him away to the kitchen, twittering on about the cafe’s ‘reputation of firm cakes’.

As he looks behind him, he spots a laptop adorned with cute stickers sitting on Kusuo’s table. Is he doing work here? That seems odd. Most of their homework is on paper. He has no time to be curious, as the manager is now expecting him to make a croquembouche.

Wait, isn’t that basically a wedding cake?

Are those even served here!?

It’s clear he just wanted to make life overcomplicated for Touma, not knowing of his baking prowess. Time to show off!

~

Apparently, showing off did nothing for him. The manager was so pleased with his natural skill for baking, he gave him even more work. He was in the kitchen for hours, taking a break to get strawberry milk from the barista’s station at the front. After all those hours, Kusuo was still there. Why? 

Hm. He doesn’t do much in terms of outside school activity. Were he at home, he would still be sitting there drinking something. How many drinks has he ordered!? I’m counting 4 cups and the staff have obviously cleared his table already. So at least 7 cups? And what is he doing on that laptop? I’m on break! I can just…

Touma looks around, kind of like a kid before they’re about to take a cookie. He plops down right next to Kusuo, stares at the screen… and sees the google homepage. Now that he thinks about it, he did not see Kusuo press a single key. He looks directly at the boy in question, who seems to be looking at his shoes as if they’re the crown jewels.

”Kusuo? Why have you been sitting here for 4 hours and 38 minutes? Why are you not doing any work? And why have you ordered so many drinks and cakes? My manager’s been training me, it’s torture! He’s asking me to bake things that aren’t even offered here, he keeps running to the store to get new ingredients cause they aren’t stocked! Help! And you’re not giving me a valid reason for doing nothing for nearly 5 hours, are you not bored? And I’ve not even gotten you your discount, yet you’ve ordered ¥7000 worth of food and drinks. Honestly, explain yourself!”

For the first time in his life, Kusuo gets interrogated and questioned by someone his own age. He sighs and decides to just own up, all the signs point to this anyway.

I wanted to wait for you to finish your shift. I didn’t know you would be in the kitchen, I thought you were going to be serving tables. I ordered all this and opened my laptop so it wouldn’t look weird, me just sitting here.

Oh. He was waiting? That was…kind. His thoughts are betraying him, so he slips Kusuo’s ring back on and tells him to use his voice. Now Kusuo looks pink, before a convenient gust of wind cancels it out. Is that one of his powers? Touma gives him a bright smile, reaching over to inspect the puffy stickers on the laptop.

”And what are these for? extra distraction? He..hehe. All jokes aside, the fact you put yourself in an awkward position like that just to wait for me really makes me happy, I know how much you hate stuff like that. This cafe really doesn’t seem like your style, it’s not mine either. Despite me choosing to work here being due to its proximity to my own home, I’d much rather visit yours. After this gruelling, exhausting, demanding, stressful, tasking shift of mine! Oh Kusuo, I’m dying! Look in my eyes, see how they’re hollow, drained of all light! That kitchen is where dreams go to die, where happiness lays outside. Just beyond the confinements of these four walls, waiting for me on your really soft bed…”

Kusuo smiles down at his friend, trying not to start laughing in his face. If they weren’t in public he probably would’ve made fun of him. He watches as Touma slumps in his seat, eyes closed, mouth open, looking like a sick Victorian child. His position causes his shirt to rise up ever so slightly, and Kusuo feels the need to smack his stomach. He actually goes through with it, uncharacteristically..childlike? It’s all fun and games until his manager spots him flopped on a seat, giggling with a customer. His break gets cut short, He’s only legally required 3/4 of the time his manager gave him, and is promptly dragged into the kitchen. 

Touma? You’re stupid.

He looks back at the lollipop-headed offender and sticks his tongue out.

You can still come over though.

~

After his training for the day, Touma dragged his tired feet out the kitchen, pulling Kusuo out with him. They were having so much fun just 3 hours ago, but now the pair stayed silent. Kusuo knows how he gets when he needs a nap, it’s been like that since they were kids. 

“Ugh…Kusssu..’m rotting away” 

And it really did seem like he was rotting away, so the psychic looked both ways, checking if anyone was around, and teleported them right into his room.

Touma ripped his shoes off, practically leaping onto the bed, ready to be met with comfort. Instead, he was met with literal air, where Kusuo was keeping him. 

You’ve been-

“Speaking..with your mouth please.”

He looked confused at the blond’s groggy request for him to use his actual voice. This was the second time today. Whatever, he could speak. Any minute now. He cleared his throat, that was really only used for coffee jelly, and spoke.

”You’ve been working all day. It’s hot out, and you’re sweaty. There are stains on your pants, so I don’t want you in my bed until you change.” 

Touma groaned as he flopped onto the floor once again. 

“Please..I didn’t bring clothes.. I’m dying.” 

That stupidly cute pout almost convinced him to let Touma sleep, almost. He got a pair of soft, blue pyjamas and plopped them onto the dead body. 

“I’m going to leave so you can change, don’t be too long.”

As he left the room, he heard some shuffling sounds, and a quiet laugh. For starters, it sounded like Touma was changing in the floor, wobbling like a worm. What he was confused about was his laughter. What reason does he have to-

“Come in!”

And so Kusuo did, slowly opening the door to see Touma looking like a fool. He had forgotten how short Touma really was, so the shirt reached below his hips, and the trousers were bunched up in an effort to keep them off the floor. He also wasn’t as addicted to cakes as Kusuo, so the clothes hung loosely on his body. His stupidly bowl cutted head was all messed up, probably from rolling on the floor. He gave a tired smile and laughed at his reflection. And Kusuo was still holding in the laugh from hours ago, so he laughed doubly loud. It felt so strange, laughing and joking with people didn’t come naturally to him. But Touma is overly nonsensical so it cancels out.

“You look like an idiot. You look like a kid wearing his dad’s shoes.” 

And now Touma conveniently falls right into the bed as he laughs, rolling into the blanket. 

“Mmh, yeah…definitely idiotic” he says, as he yawns like this is his own room! The cheek of it.

Kusuo decides that he actually wants to sleep too, they’ve always put their futons next to each other but a bed is a different story. And with his recent…feelings towards Touma it might get awkward. He stares down at his short, sleepy figure. He giggles to himself at how short he is. 

“Touma?”

”mmnnmmnmnhhhhh”

”I want to sleep.”

”mmmhhh”

Talking clearly wasn’t going to do much. And it is his bed. And Touma seems to be asleep. Yep, he’s snoring already. It really wouldn’t matter if they slept in the same bed, Touma doesn’t care about things like that. He puts on the pink pyjamas that have the same print as the blue one. Matching pj sets, embarrassing, he knows. But they are comfortable. He doesn’t think Touma is even conscious, so he bends over to put the trousers on. Apparently, he is conscious, and now has a front row seat to Kusuo’s ass. He just turned around to ask for the lights off! He squeaks and hides under the covers.

Kusuo slowly climbs into his bed, passing a small stuffed toy to Touma. It’s so warm with two people. As he lets his head hit the pillow, allows his eyes to shut, he feels hands wrapping around his waist.

He flinches slightly, pulling away. Then they’re back, bringing him closer until the two boys are pressed together. That little shit. He’s well aware of his friend’s evil tendencies, but this is a whole new technique. The worst part? This position is cozy and sending him to sleep. Then they’re gonna wake up an hour later tangled together. That sounds like torture!

”Kussu…touch my hair”, the little shit mumbles. His face is pressed into Kusuo’s chest, so his speech causes little vibrations to tingle their way up Kusuo’s spine.

Kusuo finally agrees to touch his hair, slowly stroking it until he sleeps. It smells like vanilla and strawberry. Kusuo don’t know if that scent is natural, conditioner, or the result of baking all day. Whatever the reason, it smells good.  He presses his nose against Touma’s scalp, still gently rubbing his head. This is way too comfortable for his liking, and Touma’s gentle snoring is acting like a white noise machine. Kusuo slowly drifts off, he definitely deserves a little nap after being out the house for more than an hour. 

~

The pair stay asleep, the daylight fading into the warm colours of sunset. They’ve slowly become more and more tangled up, and the gentle glow from the window is keeping them fast asleep. Until a knock is heard at his bedroom door.

”Kuu! Come down for dinner, I made curry! And your brother is here too, he brought tea and crumpets from London!”

His lovely mother, Kurumi, is met with silence. She finds this odd. Kusuo doesn’t normally sleep this early, and he should be home. 

“Big Kuu! Have you seen your brother?” She calls out to Kusuke, maybe the two were playing outside like old times.

”Nope, I’m pretty sure he’s in his room.”

He makes his way up the stairs, opening the door. The room is silent and peaceful, so he makes a racket and turns on the big light. 

“Wake up baby bro, I have a challenge for you! Oh and mom made dinner but that can wait!” He looks down at the bodies under the covers, since Kusuo’s head covers Touma’s it looks like one huge body. 

“Mom! Why is he taking up the whole bed?? You let him have too much cake! How am I supposed to compete with him now!??”

Kusuke flaps and flails, pointing at the bed. Kurumi is confused, he looked fine this morning. She lifts the duvet, revealing Touma curled into him. Kusuo squints and the light and noise, hugging tighter as the cool air hits his skin. Touma just jumps out of bed, dazed and uncoordinated. His bed head is absolutely horrible, and there’s a comically long line of drool connecting his mouth to Kusuo’s chest. This is embarrassing enough, but he just had to get caught by Kurumi and that evil guy he forgot the name of! He remembers getting bullied by him over a decade ago, because he peed his pants. 

“Uhm…good evening Mrs Saiki, good evening Kusuo’s brother.” His words are mumbled and shaky, and he finally wipes away the drool on his mouth. 

Kusuke stares at him for a moment, stares at their matching pyjamas, stares at his brother who is still fast asleep. He grins widely and goes downstairs. “Dad! He’s gay! Come lick my shoe!”

“How do you know!? And that bet wasn’t serious, I’m not licking my son’s shoe!”

”A bet is a bet!” The big shit laughs and stands in front of Kuniharu. 

Kurumi, who’s been silent, burst into tears and gushed about how cute they are. 

“AWWWWWWWWWWW! YOU BOYS ARE BEST FRIENDS! HOW SWEET, I CAN’T BELIEVE KUU’S HUGGING HIS LITTLE FRIEND! TOUMA, IT’S BEEN SO LONG! YOU’VE ALWAYS BEEN KUU’S FAVOURITE! DO YOU WANT DINNER? I MADE CURRY! HAVE AS MUCH AS YOU LIKE, I’LL JUST TAKE IT FROM KUNIHARU’S PORTION!” 

Kurumi squealed so high and loud, it caused the neighbourhood dogs to bark, and Kusuo to wake up red faced. Touma politely accepted the offer of curry, he was starving and sick of sweet foods. As he smiled and spoke to Kusuo’s mother, he felt so at ease. His brother is definitely a weirdo, but the rest of the family are so warm and inviting. Kusuo still seemed sour though, acting like he wasn’t holding tighter through the night. 

“Good evening mom.” He spoke in a monotone voice, that really didn’t agree with his emotions or facial expression. He rubbed his eyes and leaned against Touma, causing Kurumi to start gushing again.

”Kuu! If you boys are done napping you can come down for dinner. I’ll call Touma’s mom so she knows you’re having a sleepover! You guys should watch a movie, I’ll buy snacks after dinner!”

She smiled so brightly the boys had to cover their eyes, prancing out the room to call Mrs Akechi.

Kusuo and Touma exchanged glances. They looked down at the patch of drool on Kusuo’s shirt, all because of the bed headed boy. He started laughing, then Kusuo did too. Bonding over shared embarrassment?

They got out of bed and finally went downstairs, not thinking to change out of their pyjamas. They saw Kusuke. Touma was aware of him being there, but Kusuo was asleep when he entered the room, so seeing him made his face go red (half anger half embarrassment).

”Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy baby bro. Still sleepy?”

He spoke with his signature smug tone as Kuniharu licked his shoes.

”Uh, Kusuo? Why is your father licking your brother’s shoes?”

“Why are you here Kusuke? All I wanted was to enjoy my evening.”

”Well, baby bro, I’m visiting the family. Why don’t you and your little boyfriend go cuddle some more?”

”Well…” Kusuo looks down, like his fluffy socks are the most interesting things in the world. “Why don’t you shut up?” He knows that was the weakest insult ever, but he’s honestly still wanting to go upstairs and cuddle. He’s not mentally ready to deal with such bullshit.

”Is no one going to answer me?” The little shit says, getting ignored because his need for human contact has left Kusuo’s fat ego in shambles.

It’s like a stand-off between the three males, whether it’s 2v1 or every man for himself has become unclear. And there’s another male not even eligible for stand-off status, as his shoe licking tendencies have robbed him of the pride and dignity needed to qualify.

It’s about to get messy. They’re staring each other down. Kusuo is ready to lunge at that bitch, rip that emo looking side part off his big head.

”Curry is served!” Kurumi, being the angel she is, causes a temporary truce to be called. No one can resist her delicious curry. Everyone sits at the table, with the exception of Kuniharu. There are only four seats.

”Oh no! What will we do? Seems dad hasn’t got a seat…Oh, I have a solution!” Kusuke grins evilly, and Kusuo seems sick of his stupidly pretentious voice. It sounds sweet. Sweet like sticky syrup, overly so. “Why don’t the lovebirds share a seat? Go on~” 

Kusuo sighs and begins to pull Touma into his lap, not realising Kuniharu has already taken a seat on Kurumi, who’s cooing and doting on her husband. 

“Kusuo? What on earth are you doing? Oh, maybe I’m the confused one. When I said lovebirds, I meant our parents. What were you thinking?” He points accusingly at the two, laughing loudly at the way Kusuo tries to push Touma back into his chair.