Kusuo sat at his desk, his mind filled with the constant chatter of his classmates. From the mundane conversations to music, he was somewhat surprised he didn’t have a headache or an intrusive vision. He tried to listen to his homeroom teacher speak, his eyes focused ahead, his mind a bit scattered from all the noise.

There's never a day he doesn't say good grief at the actions of his friends; Toritsuka’s.. odd thoughts, Kaido’s eccentricities, Nendo’s lack of a thought process, and Teruhashi’s inability to “wow” him. He never has patience with his friends, or should he call them acquaintances.

But there was one friend who he never grew angry with. That friend was you.

You were a quiet person like Saiki, only airheaded and not psychic, but there were many times when he got curious and delved into your mind to come across a silly daydream that surprised even him. Over time, he got used to these strange ideas that came from you.

Surprisingly, you were the one friend he wanted to be around. Attention from you didn't feel suffocating or disconcerting, much to Saiki’s satisfaction. He found himself having telepathic conversations with you during class, or whenever. You never took his dry nature to heart and often complained to him about it as a joke.

Saiki would never admit that he trusted you more than his other friends—never in a million years! He didn't outwardly treat you any differently compared to the way he treats Kokomi and the others, but you didn't seem to care about favoritism; you only cared about being his friend. That's why Saiki cared for you as much as he did.