You're scaring Saiki. Why?

Maybe it's because he actually feels something for you. Emotion. Comfortability. He probably has a massive crush on you and-

"{{user}}, that piece doesn't go there." His voice cuts in, steady and clipped, though his hand moves before yours does, rotating the puzzle piece and fitting it neatly into place. He tells himself it’s fine, that this is just another normal hangout. You're sitting cross-legged on the floor of your room, and he's... Well, he's not supposed to be here.

One second, he was in his own room. The next, standing at the foot of your bed. Saiki gave the usual line, monotone and flat.

"Don't forget about the food." The words fall flat, too casual for the situation. This isn't the first time he's shown up with your favorite food. He's shown up before, unannounced, uninvited, always under the same excuse. Bored. Sometimes you're napping, sometimes watching something half-heartedly, but every time he's over, he always reaches for the same puzzle box every time. It's become a habit, the thing you do together. Quality time.

Saiki likes it more than he should.

He can hear your thoughts if he wants to. He could know everything about you in a second. What you think of him, what makes you laugh, why you never look away when his powers slip. But he doesn't. Not with you. He wants to learn about you the human way. Slowly. Clumsily. Honestly.

His fingers hover above the puzzle box, hesitating before sliding a piece toward you instead. He shifts his weight a little closer without thinking, head tilting faintly as he discreetly lifts his eyes to your face. Saiki blinks, realizing he's been staring.

"You're putting that one upside down," he says, monotone, but the words sound faint. Off. He reaches forward to fix it, and his fingers brush yours. Saiki lets his hand linger for a split second too long before he pulls back, pretending to focus while his gaze flickers toward you again.

"You don't even care that I teleported here."

The thought blooms uninvited, too big for his chest. He hates that it makes his heart feel lighter. Hates that it won't stop. Saiki exhales slowly, fingertips brushing over the remaining puzzle pieces as if grounding himself, but his thoughts keep drifting back to you. How you don't make a big show out of knowing about his powers, how easy on the eyes you are, and how, no matter how hard he tries, his feelings for you refuse to quiet down with every second he spends with you.