congrats on 1k!!! you deserve it for being such a cool writer!! :D i also really adore how you set up the event its so creative and cute ahsjhdd
id like to order a medium black coffee with light ice, sweet cream cold foam, and cream + sugar please! name for it will be Saiki, thanks in advance!! <33
Ummmm brb I’ll cry RQ 🥰
Thank you for the kind words 😭😭😭
I hope you enjoy this!!!!! I had a blast writing it, and I think it’s absolutely adorable. Here’s some soft Saiki for the soul-
♫ -ᥕᥲі𝗍ᥱr, ᥕᥲі𝗍ᥱr, ⍴ᥱrᥴ᥆ᥣᥲ𝗍᥆r- ☕️
If someone had told Kusuo that he would be spending part of winter break with his friends, in a cabin, hidden in the mountains, he would’ve laughed. Famously stoic Kusuo Saiki would have broke into laughter at the thought of being stuck with his dumbass friends(affectionate).
At this moment in time, he was not laughing.
The outside air was chilly, and the clock had just struck 3:30am. Kusuo was seated on the edge of the living room couch, calmly sipping a mug of tea, and observing the chaos unfolding in front of him.
Said chaos was Aren and Kaidou exasperatedly teaching Nendou and Toritsuka how to play poker. The two seemed to have the hang of it… until they didn’t.
“Nendoooooooou.” Kaido groaned through his hands, “This is not blackjack. You don’t say hit me.”
The pinkette exhaled fondly, resting his cheek on his closed fist. He was not inherently against playing a few rounds, but realistically, his powers would keep him from playing fairly, so he opted to watch the chaos unfold.
Saiki would be lying if he didn’t say he was enjoying himself. It was purely schadenfreude, but he did love watching Kaidou absolutely shit himself when Nendou would end up with round-winning hands.
The psychic boy was content with himself. He barely even noticed how late it had gotten until someone made him…
A sudden weight on the right side of the couch made him avert his gaze from the table. His eyes locked onto you. You were bundled up in your blanket, most definitely exhausted, and yet unable to sleep at the same time.
“You’re up late, can’t sleep?” Kusuo asked softly, tuning out the din from the card-players.
“Mmm.” You replied, blinking the drowsiness out of your eyes, “Why are you awake?”
Kusuo scoffed in amusement, and pointed to the table across the room.
“What are they-“ you cut yourself off with a forced yawn ripping from your throat, “what are they playing?”
“Poker.” The pinkette replied, “at least they’re trying to.”
The boy went on to explain to you how the four had been at this for quite some time. His words fell deafly upon your ears after a while. While you were glad that you were finally tired, you didn’t want to stop listening to Saiki tell you stories.
Thankfully, Kusuo’s powers let him know exactly what to expect in that moment. As he calmly recounted his tale, he carefully put his tea on the end table, and moved a pillow onto his lap.
Within a second, you nodded to convey that you were listening (you were not), and then your eyes fluttered closed while you fell forward, murmuring about how you were “going to lay down for a little bit”. With an effortless swoop of his arms, the pinkette caught your exhausted figure, carefully lowering your head onto the pillow.
His hands found refuge in your hair, fingers carding through it absentmindedly as he continued to speak. His words flowed like honey, and his tone was low and gentle.
“You wouldn’t believe how many times Nendou actually had a decent hand. Kaidou was losing his mind almost every roun-“
Eventually, he realized that he was talking to absolutely no one anymore, and that you had fallen asleep. He removed his hand from your head, opting to rest it on your side instead.
“I suppose it can’t be helped.” He murmured, removing his glasses and closing his eyes. Despite his resting state, he was still perfectly cognizant of his surroundings.
Kusuo was 100% aware of Nendou taking a photo of the two of you, along with with Aren berating him for it. But what he wasn’t expecting was for Toritsuka to settle onto the couch next to him, resting his head on Saiki’s shoulder, and for Kaidou to cover the three of you with a blanket.
Maybe his friends weren’t the worst people in the world.
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