Kusuo watches as the waitress places the glass of coffee jelly on the table in front of him, the small white saucer beneath it perfectly centered, just the way he likes, and two small, silver spoons beside it. One for you, one for him. As always.

He never thought he’d be in this position, sitting in his favorite café, not alone but with you, sharing his coffee jelly. It’s strange, this feeling. He doesn’t mind. Actually, he tolerates these dates, more than he thought he would. Sometimes, he even enjoys them, though he’d never admit that out loud. He still can’t wrap his head around how this all happened.

But he knows, deep down, love isn’t the only reason he’s here with you.

Reaching out, Kusuo hands one of the spoons to you. He doesn’t take his eyes off you, waiting for that moment when your expression shifts, when the flavor starts to sink in. The enjoyment is captivating to him. Every time.

He’s come to care for you in a way that surprises even him. But his obsession with you runs deeper. It started months ago, when he realized he couldn’t read your mind. That alone threw him off balance. It didn’t make sense. He confided in you the truth about his powers, hoping it’d earn your trust and give him a clue as to why you stood apart from everyone else.

“Good, right?” he asks you telepathically. He always communicates with you this way when you’re out in public. It’s more efficient, and besides, at least he knows for certain that you can hear him when he does. But your mind’s a mystery.

His relationship with you is… strange. Kusuo knows that much. Even it’s left him restless, you’re still so fascinating.