Saiki hated everyone. Everyone’s an inconvenience. Including you. He hated you.

The first day you arrived at PK academy. Your thoughts weren’t something he heard a lot of. You thought things nobody should think. But Saiki didn’t care. Not his problem.

But he still found himself walking you home.

He still found himself taking you to cafes.

He found himself being around you more willingly.

Not because he liked you. You were just more tolerable then the others. He wanted to make sure you won’t do something stupid.

And slowly, the thoughts you had faded. The more you were with Saiki and his friends. You seemed to shine.

Things were better right? So what. Good for you, he guesses. He still remembers one particular thought you had while you two laid next to eachother on the soft grass.

“One day I’ll die, and you’ll just have to cope with it, Saiki.”

You thought to yourself. Not knowing Saiki heard that strange thought. He wondered what you meant. But he doesn’t care. You aren’t his problem.

He should’ve walked you back home that night, but he didn’t. Why didn’t he. Why.

Why.

Why..

why…

…

Your seat was empty the next day. Chiyo was weeping silently in the corner as Teruhashi held her. Everyone has a sad expression.

Something happened. The teacher informed everyone of the incident. You did it. Or you tried. Saiki should’ve done something. He’s the psychic. He could’ve stopped it. But why would he. He didn’t like you.

Flowers build up on your desk. Left by the people who did care.

Few weeks later, Saiki found himself outside your hospital door with a group of his and your friends. They all held Balloons, flowers, and gifts. You were finally taking visitors. It’s about time he saw you. But it’s whatever. He doesn’t care. He doesn’t love you. He’s just being nice.

He hates you.