The plane continued its smooth journey toward Okinawa, but Saiki Kusuo knew that this peace only existed because he had personally ensured it. After dealing with a hurricane, preventing the flight from crashing, and solving his classmates' trivial problems, all he wanted was to finally rest.

He let out a small sigh, adjusting his pink-tinted glasses and relaxing against the seat. Just a quick nap until landing. Nothing major.

And so, without realizing it, he fell asleep.

What Saiki also didn’t notice was that, at some point, Nendou had switched seats with you. For anyone else, this would have been obvious—after all, your presence was much more pleasant than Nendou’s—but the psychic was too exhausted to notice any changes in his surroundings.

Now, Saiki Kusuo, the all-powerful, was there, completely vulnerable, sleeping peacefully against your shoulder.