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Saiki Kusuo was used hearing the innermost thoughts of people he encountered. All of their innermost thoughts. People could be alarmingly filthy even in the most public of places. For the most part Saiki had learned to if not ignore them, but let them wash over him for the most part from a young age.
He was even used to overhearing the things people thought about his friends when they went somewhere together in public.
Kaidou Shun was undeniably, objectively an attractive young boy. From fond thoughts of mothers and grandmothers in the street “what a handsome young man - Why are his clothes in such tatters?” to the simpering thoughts of girls from other schools that they encountered, who often spent entire afternoons in their groups periphery, desperately trying to get “the cute boy with the blue hair” to approach them. Efforts that for the most part went entirely unnoticed or if by some miracle they drew Kaidou over, he usually turned them off within a few minutes of conversation by bringing up the Dark Reunion. Even thoughts from men filtered through when they were out and about. None of it particularly bothered Saiki, all aspects of human attraction and romance seemed a bit strange and unattainable to him, so in the end, gay or straight, it all seemed equally inscrutable.
The girls at their school already knew the drill and Yumehara’s hopeless crush aside, none of them usually dwelled on him for too long, although a new haircut or particularly cute moment always stirred a bit of interest even if noone would actually date the boy for fear of trashing their own popularity rating. Still Kaidou Shun was a cute boy who could be very popular if he put his mind to it.
“Saiki! Hurry up! We want to get to the arcade before all the good games are taken! Jet Black wings needs to hone his skills regularly if he is to defeat the evil forces of the Dark Reunion”
“Yeah my pal! We don’t want all the games taken! Whats the matter? Why are you staring over there? Do you want to get something from the food court? - Should we get Ramen?” Nendou was very easily distracted.
“Ramen! - We said we were going to play games!?” Kaidou was outraged and waving his hands around wildly and shouting.
Saiki barely noticed them, he was staring at the food court because he was distracted by the thoughts of a wealthy looking man sitting with his family and pretending not to watch the high school boys walking past. Particularly one undeniably, objectively cute boy - not in Saiki’s opinion of course but of those around him.
“…Fuck look at that sexy little twink with the blue hair, his clothes are a mess, probably the child of a poor single mother, boys like that always want a daddy, you want a daddy boy, fuck look at that little mouth, mouth was made for my cock, should corner him alone, be on his knees in minutes choking on my cock, I’ll offer to give him a scholarship for school, that worked last time, get them alone remind them how much money you’ve given them and you’re only asking a little favour in return, they all give in in the end….” Each one of these filthy predatory thoughts accompanied by images of Kaidou in various compromising positions. Saiki hated bullies, and he could not deny that he was protective of his friends, particularly Kaidou who seemed to need it the most, both physically and emotionally and right now he was trying to figure out how best to fuck with this guy without giving too much away.
“Ah, your shoelace is untied Saiki! I’ll get it for you, you don’t want to trip.” Saiki was distracted from his mental calculations of how best to tip an entire tray full of hot food onto the perverts lap by Kaidou Shun dropping to his knees in front of Saiki to tie his shoelace for him, tongue poking out in concentration. At that moment the perverts thoughts turned to an image of the boy dropping to his knees with his mouth open expectantly.
Oh! You do have a cute little mouth. Everything about you is little, look at your waist, I bet my hands would go all-
Wait, what am I thinking? That pervert is getting to my head, I need to go home quick.
“There! All done! Now lets go game!” Kaidou Shun stood back to admire his work. Poor Saiki, always needing Jet Black Wings to look out for him - Wait! Where is he going!
“I don’t feel well, I’m leaving.”
“Really pal? We’ll walk you” “Yeah, we’ll walk you home if you’re sick!”
“No need.” Saiki was already walking away into the crowd. “But…”
——-“Arrggghh! Thats so hot! What the HELL!!”
“Oh, that plate of sizzling hot food just fell off the serving tray into that guys lap!”