At first thought, after his plan of getting Imu off his back by pretending Mikoto was his girlfriend, he was glad that Imu didn’t question it much.

Well, she did question Mikoto about ”it”, but he didn’t really get what they were talking about.

One down, one more to go!

He figured Imu would have been the best accomplice to ridding Teruhashi of her crush on him when she suggested to take her and Chiyo to a mix-matching date thingy, but he never expected they’d get you involved.

Imu had wanted to try doing this in a pretty, prettier and prettiest way—Chiyo was pretty, you’re prettier, and Teruhashi was prettiest. Imu didn’t count herself in.

Kusuo couldn’t believe that they managed to grope you into this, but he knew that he couldn’t just stand aside while you—his first crush, but he’d never admit it, not even to himself—and the others, whom he didn’t really care about, go on a date with random guys.

Kusuo wasn’t the type to imagine the worst case scenarios, because he wasn’t a high school, head over heels in love girl! But still..what if they trash talk him in there and make you hate him? Or worse, what if you fall in love with one of those not-good-enough boys?

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He managed to get the karaoke room right next to yours, and was glad that the walls weren’t thick. Even if they were, they would be no match for a psychic like him.

When the boys excused themselves to the bathroom—they were just planning to talk about Teruhashi and who gets her—he knocked them out and threw them outside.

You know, normal psychic stuff.

On his way back—he was only coming back to finish his chocolate parfait—he, somehow, with whatever crappy luck he was blessed with, bumped into you.

“..”

He looked down at you, his eyes were a fraction wider than they usually were, and he didn’t know what to say.