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akechi-gf · 2 years

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TAP AND TOUCH ME (I’M ALREADY IN YOUR WORLD)

saikechi oneshot, no tws/cws, but there’s a brief reference to akechi having been bullied

ONESHOT: It then hits Akechi that he and Saiki, despite having been in what he would consider a stable relationship of three months, have yet to go as far as kissing. It then hits him that he doubts he’s ever even held Saiki’s hand.

In the quiet, golden light of the late afternoon, Touma sits across from Kusuo. He's holding his breath, not even daring to part his lips to utter a word, far too caught in the appeal of what Saiki has just agreed to.

It's with amazement, a silent sort of reverence that isn't spoken through words yet still present in his thoughts, that Touma allows himself to reach a tentative hand out to Kusuo's impassive figure. As he makes contact with the soft wool of the other's sweater-clad shoulder, he's met with the solid give of strong arms- by no means were they defined and buff in the way that Hairo's were, but they held the responsibility of the human race with them, and Touma could feel the strength pulsing through Kusuo's unassuming frame.

He doesn't know what he expected. Prior to this moment, he had kept with the educated guess of Kusuo's back feeling stiff and stony, that of a statue made of marble or rock, aged by years and years of rain and weathering- he had once overheard Kusuo's mother speaking of it concernedly- but nothing could truly compare to the feeling of being completely safe and grounded when in contact with the psychic. (For a split second, Touma wondered if this was another power that Saiki possessed. Or maybe, it was just the knowledge that if any possible danger were to come, Saiki would only have to snap their fingers to protect him.)

Kusuo's expression doesn't change upon Touma trailing his hands up their shoulders to cup their cheek. Their skin doesn't flush, nor do the corners of their lips pull up in their once-in-a-blue-moon smiles.

"What a pain," They project their voice to Touma's awaiting mind.

Touma knows they don't mean it. They never mean it.

He lets his thumb trace the soft ridges of acne littering Kusuo's cheeks. Kusuo doesn't melt into his touch, nor do they turn into putty in Touma's hands. It wasn't as though Touma had expected them to. But they do lean in, the slightest infraction of weight, a soft, barely-noticeable tilt of the head, that makes Touma's heart bloom, his usually pale face burning to a deep pink flush.

They aren't letting their guard down. Touma doubts they ever will- he's well-aware that Kusuo is always on watch for any predictable danger, not letting up on their powers at all if they could help it. He knows that in terms of importance, Touma will always be second place when it comes to protecting a majority (said majority being the entire human race and the earth as we so know it).

And so Touma will settle for the quiet comfort of Kusuo's trust in the form of a tilted head, gentle eyes, and a soft quirk of the lip. This is the version of Kusuo that will live on forever, because this is the Kusuo that belongs wholly and entirely to him and him alone.

No doubt that Kusuo could hear the metaphorical 404 error that just went on in his head. It was obvious enough by the almost unimpressed stare that they level him with. Touma could not bring himself to feel embarrassed by it.

The feelings he felt for Kusuo were far too complex, too illegible to be entirely converted into comprehensible speech, and on more than one occasion, Touma was indubitably greatful for Kusuo's uncanny ability to decipher the alphabet soup mish-mash that was his mind. Even the smallest things were ones that they listened to, no matter how irrational or out of the blue they were.

"Kusuo-kun," Touma croaks out, voice soft and crackly and quieter than Kusuo had ever heard before.

Kusuo raises their eyebrow.

"Can you touch me, too?"

It is with a regretful downturn of Kusuo’s lips that Touma comes to understand: even if the psychic’s ungloved hands were to touch him, no good memories would come of it.

(Saiki knows this because they’ve tried before. In the dead of the night, brushing away a stubborn lock of hair that fell over Akechi’s forehead, all Saiki could think of was a stiff, black marker writing down ‘STUPID’ on an exposed patch of skin.)

#Saiki Kusuo no PSI Nan #saiki k #saiki kusuo #akechi touma #saikechi #saikechi angst #my writing #title from svt's song domino #oneshot #i might post this on ao3 i think #i fr need a beta reader i spent 30 minutes trying to get my friend to proofread and i ended up just posting it cuz they didnt want to

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