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Tsukishima Kei can read minds, there’s not really anything to it. He’s had this ability ever since his existence in the universe, which unfortunately, is the same time you existed too.
A fact that he reluctantly learns after a classmate of his starts daydreaming about gifting you a set of underwear — which is just creepy. And utterly terrible for his imaginative mind.
If the gods of this universe wanted to give him some kind of power, they should have at least given him the ability to control when or where he uses it.
He doesn’t want to be privy to information such as this one.
He doesn’t need to know that one of his classmates is going to gift you neon pink thongs on his, well technically a birthday that the two of you share.
He’s never seen you, despite how you’re seemingly everywhere. But with how vividly everyone else recalls your face, he can practically map out every pore in your body.
He shivers at the thought because if someone else could read minds like him, they’d probably think he’s like one of your fans—stalkers.
He isn’t. It’s just very inconvenient how everyone else only ever thinks of you. He even caught his math teacher, who is the campus devil, thinking of you nicely while explaining equations that none of the people inside the room understand.
Except him, of course. He can understand anything.
He’s the exception to most things, like the charm everyone thinks you have.
More importantly, when did class end? How did he get to the spot in the cafeteria that you apparently like to frequent?
Was he also daydreaming about you?
That isn’t even a possibility in this realm of reality.
Scrutinizing and fantasizing are two vastly different things and he likes to associate himself with the former.
He was in the middle of debating on returning to his classroom and just eat lunch there, when you walked in right on cue.
Hair perfectly silky as it danced every time you moved. Not to mention your eyes. Those were just unfair. He can’t even begin to describe how — is that a literal halo around you?
No shit, his eyes are never wrong. You were genuinely glowing, in every sense of the word. Talk about being the main character.
Oh.
You’re looking at him now.
Like clockwork, the moment anyone thinks of something, he’s made aware of it.
‘Another one of my admirers?’ He scoffed at that. Tsukishima Kei admires nobody.
‘Geez he’s one of those types who act tsundere huh? Acting uninterested to pique my interest.’ First of all, he’s no tsundere. Second, you may have a literal gleam of light surrounding you, and a perfect face for him, well erm…
‘Oh well, it’s my job to be nice to them! It’s not his fault he’s too shy to talk to me.’
You’re approaching him now and somehow he can’t find it in him to move. He is well aware that witch craft doesn’t exist, but he’s wondering if this is another form of it.
“Hey!” Your voice can be heard throughout the cafeteria. Not because it was loud, it just stood out above the noise, that’s all.
He looked around him for who you could possibly be calling.
He should’ve known from the context clues that it was directed at him.
He can feel eyes digging holes on the back of his head as a flood of thoughts invaded his senses. ‘Who’s he?’ ‘Why is she talking to him?’ ‘Did that asshole do anything?’ Now things just got annoying.
There were probably more thoughts directed at him, but those were put on the back burner.
Drowned out by the fact that you’re standing in front of him right mow.
“You’re Tsukki, right? Same year as me?” You said, cheerfully as if there’s something to be happy about on a Monday in finals week.
He didn’t answer, just nodded.
‘This one’s even more shy than I thought. Don’t worry I’ll bring you out of your shell Tsukki!’
He just realized you’ve been calling him by a nickname. Not that he minds — well he does mind. It sounds awfully nice coming from you.
You’ve been talking for awhile and he probably should’ve been listening, instead he must’ve been nodding off and agreeing absentmindedly. He cursed himself for not listening.
Because now you’re smiling a thousand-watt smile.
“See you there then, Tsukki!”
What did he agree to again?
He takes one last look at you, as expected your thoughts flowed into his mind.
‘That’s another member to my ever-growing fanclub! I’m looking forward to seeing you at the fan meet, Tsukki!’
…What? He is a fan of absolutely nobody.
He takes another look at your disappearing figure.
Tsukishima thinks that he should probably find out where that fan meet is.
And then he glances to you again.
One last look, he tells himself.
He stares at your direction a few seconds after you’re gone.
He doesn’t agree with other people.
Not at all.
You’re no angel.
A goddess would be more likely.