This scene was nothing new to you. The Saiki family kitchen, Mrs. Saiki’s sweet and cheerful voice, and Kusuo’s expression of pure despair.

You sat on the counter, swinging your legs absentmindedly as you watched the chaos unfold. Mrs. Saiki, with her radiant smile, was pushing her son to go out with Kaido and Nendo. And Kusuo… well, he looked on the verge of tears. Literally.

“Kusuo, you need to spend more time with your friends! They like you so much!” his mother insisted, hands on her hips.

“They’re not my friends,” he retorted mentally, but you already knew what he was thinking without him needing to say it out loud.