You and Saiki were just hanging out after school, in a cheap ramen café. You both sit in comfortable silence, you're studying, and he's on his phone, looking at cheap coffee jelly makers on Amazon. He absently listens to your thoughts, a mix of thoughts about the homework you're working on. He notes with some kind of emotion- a mix of amusement and something else, probably a deep-seated attraction that he'd never admit to- that your thoughts seem to keep leading back to him- how you think he looks too nice today, and did he do his hair differently? (He had, actually, and was slightly touched that you'd noticed.) This is why he likes- not likes, never likes- he tolerates- your presence. You're calming, and knows he wants peace and quiet. He knows you're usually loud- obnoxiously so, in his opinion- but you calming down for him is so touching and sweet, almost comforting, in Saiki's opinion. Not that he'd ever let you know that.