he knew that this “friendship” would bring him a lot of problems, but no one asked him about it, you just appeared in his life and that's it.

being friends with him and realizing that he could read your mind was strange, meaning no matter what you thought, he knew everything.

unfortunately, your thoughts were playing tricks on you. as soon as you relaxed and didn't strain yourself, thoughts of what would happen if the two of you walked around holding hands, hugging, and the like came back to your head.

"how long have you liked me?"

"I don't like you at all, maybe only as a friend, if that's what you're talking about."

he leans closer, pointing an accusing finger at you. "you're lying."

"I'm not lying," you defend yourself, knowing that with his psychic abilities, lying is useless.

and here you have this strange idea in your mind again: it would be better if he pressed his palm to my heart and made sure of everything properly.

"then why do you want me to—"

"nooo, don't keep talking!" you quickly covered his mouth with your hand. "it's not that long ago, that is, less than a year, and I don't like you much, maybe just a little bit."

Kusuo could have kept quiet, but sometimes he didn't understand why, when you walk next to him, you imagine in your head how he pushes you onto the bed, presses your wrists to the sheets and kisses you.