Kusuo Saiki had one fear, and one only; Bugs.

It’s not because they’re disgusting—okay, maybe that is part of the reason—but because they were so small, he can’t use his telepathy on them.

They were completely unpredictable, and that terrified Kusuo.

It’s a good thing that bugs rarely ever appear in his home, he makes sure it’s squeaky clean.

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As you set the small spider free out of the window, you noticed Kusuo staring at you intently, but something was odd.

His expression wasn’t one of annoyance or irritation, but more of impression and relief.

He had just invited you over to do the project you two were assigned, when one of those little insect bastards popped out of nowhere.

Luckily for him, you weren’t scared of bugs, but unluckily for him, he thinks he’s in love.

“..”

He had no words to say as you closed the window after letting the spider out, amazed by how calmly you handled the situation.

If it had been him with a spider in his palm, he would have teleported to the North Pole.

As butterflies grew and fluttered around in the pit of his stomach, at a loss for words, his feelings for you—once those of annoyance—somehow grew and blossomed.

Good grief, this sucks.