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Hiroshi Satou was the perfectly average boy. Saiki was jealous, but not in the way that made him hate Satou; no, nothing could ever make him hate Satou. True, it wasn't exactly easy to make Saiki dislike a person so much that it turned into hatred, but it was a fact set in stone that Satou would never even make it anywhere near the list of people that Saiki dislikes, and just so you know, that list goes on for miles.
He was jealous that he couldn’t be him, and jealous of Satou’s friends for being a part of such a normal life. They get to see Satou every day, have lunch with him, speak with him, breathe the same air as him… Had Saiki not been born with his powers, there would’ve been a chance for them to be friends. At least, that made the most sense. Why shouldn’t they be friends, anyways? So Satou thinks Saiki is strange—judging by the way he reacted to seeing him drinking peach tea and listening to the same music he likes that one time, which, by the way, wasn’t the intended reaction—but Saiki was pretty strange. It’s not like he could do anything about it.
His looks were, as everyone would have guessed, plain as the rest of him. Despite that, Saiki found charm in all of it. His dull hair, his boring eyes, and that smile literally anyone in the world could pull off. It made Satou, well, Satou.
Satou itched his nose as he took notes, while Saiki had finished his own quite a long time ago.
Saiki couldn’t hear anything else happening in the classroom, never mind the rest of the world, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. It was like thinking about Satou canceled out his telepathy. Looking at him, analyzing his face, hair, the way he held his pencil—it was addicting to Saiki. He got an odd rush from it, like watching a suspenseful anime and it gets to the good part. Except it was the good part the entire time. Nothing a teacher was saying during lessons could ever be as interesting as looking at Satou.
Satou's normality, which could only be described by Saiki as flawless, was truly something to behold. His ability to live without the constant annoyances that called themselves Saiki’s ”friends” was incredible. It’s like Satou was sent here by God just to taunt him. That average life was dangling in front of him while he was stuck in a pit of weirdness, held down by his own. Satou’s averageness impressed Saiki, flooded his thoughts with images of Satou doing perfectly normal things every day almost constantly, and then Saiki would forget what he was doing, just like that.
He just had to be friends with Satou.
Saiki didn’t want to do anything like use his mind control and just downright force him to be his friend or anything, no: he wasn’t a monster. He needed Satou to come to him and then they would hit it off as regular friends, the kind you’d greet normally whenever you saw them in the halls and only sometimes invited to your house, or something like that. Satou was the only person on the planet who Saiki’d wanted to be friends with. He was truly something, and that something was what Saiki oh-so wanted in his life. Not in the creepy way, of course. You wouldn't go to a museum and look at the world's most intriguing piece of art and want to take it, right? No, you would admire it and feel thankful that it had graced your very existence and devote your entire life to worshipping it. Maybe even take a couple thousands of pictures while you’re at it, but Saiki didn’t need to do that with his incredible memory. Well, you probably wouldn't do all that, but that was beside the point.
Satou had no clue Saiki was watching him. Watching the way he tapped his foot in such a pattern that was so incredibly complicated yet so simple, one only Saiki could decipher as being the ultimate normal way of tapping your foot in class.
As to be expected of the most average boy in the entire school. Never change, Satou, Saiki thought with lidded eyes, resting his cheek on a hand. Oh, he’s looking down at his notes. Now he’s starting to daydream a bit. Everyone does that. He’s thinking about that celebrity he likes, the one everyone does. And then his attention’s back on the lesson.
He knew Kaidou quirked a brow at Saiki for not responding to the tap on his shoulder, but he couldn’t care more about the confusion than the inquiry about another dumb Dark Reunion-related thing.
The longer Saiki knew Satou—no, rather knew of him, and the way he was—questionable thoughts had begun to become commonplace in his head. Well, ones someone like Toritsuka would think of, and, if he knew Saiki was having them about Satou of all people, would give him a constipated look of confusion and repulsion. But he didn’t care. Sure, watching someone while they’re using the washroom is considered lecherous, but he wasn’t doing it to be gross. He merely liked seeing Satou doing things. Especially if he’d been having an interesting dream just hours earlier and couldn’t get rid of the physical effect it had on him.
Saiki remembered the first time he caught Satou sporting an erection during class. He’d been trying to get rid of it all day blush clear across his face and shifting his legs to hide the bulge on his crotch, and, get this, when someone would question it, he would say “I-I just have a cold!” and then cough! Twice, in fact. Saiki memorized the sight of it. Perfectly average size in length, girth, and even the amount of redness it held. Satou probably waited until everyone in his house was asleep or not even home before masturbating, choosing to look at the most vanilla porn on the web in a private browser. He would blush at the thought of having sex in real life, expecting it to be something he’d do when he was older and possibly not until he was married.
Saiki’s eyes became more unfocused. Satou’s first time would be so uneventful for the person he’s with; unless they were a virgin as well, it’d be pretty boring. He’d definitely finish first, maybe even apologize for doing so. And of course he’d go with missionary immediately. Satou was too pure, but it’s easy to make a pervert out of someone like that. Say he saw something slightly more lewd that what he usually jerks off to. He’d blush in embarrassment but be aroused nonetheless, maybe even touch himself to it. It would just be another thing he likes. But then, the same thing happens, except it’s even lewder than the last one! He might be repulsed at first, but it’d still have the same result! Saiki strongly doubted something like this would happen to Satou, though. It’s the most probable reason Toritsuka is the way he is, except he was exposed at an extreme rate.
He shifted a leg in his seat, eyes settling on Satou’s shoulder and the way it would twitch whenever he wrote something down. Satou would never become anything like Toritsuka. He always becomes flustered at the mere implication of something that could possibly lead to sex, while Toritsuka is likely thinking about it right now—and, yes, right on cue, he is. And it’s something disgusting. Saiki regretted letting his telepathy travel that way for a second.
Opting to just listen to Satou instead of absolutely anything in the world, which he’d actually been doing since the beginning of that period, just this time cranking up the volume up to probably an ear-splitting degree, but he didn’t care. Satou’s thoughts had gone back to being about Kanna Hashimoto, that celebrity from earlier.
‘Ah, she’s so pretty.’ A tiny blush crept up on Satou’s cheeks and Saiki—for only a split second—thought his heart would stop beating. Not that it would, of course. But it sure felt like it. Even the tips of Satou’s ears lit up, as expected! ‘I’d love to meet someone like her. Ugh, I shouldn’t be thinking about this! Studies, then girlfriend. Oh man, my future girlfriend would be so pretty, too. I bet she’d have the most amazing eyes, and smell great and have the silkiest hair,’ Satou dreamily closed his eyes, subconsciously doodling a tiny heart in pencil before quickly erasing after realizing what he’d done. How cliché.
Satou continued to think about his nonexistent girlfriend from planet Future as Saiki took mental notes. Not for any particular reason, no. In fact, no one saw that sentence.
While Saiki didn’t copy everything he was hearing in some notebook in his brain, especially not the thoughts that would sometimes cause a bit of extra blood to head down south in Satou’s body, he did do something he told himself he’d never do. Satou was getting into dangerous territory, or, at least, the ones that someone as vanilla as Satou thought were forbidden to think about as a boy in high school around peers. He was starting to force his mind to think about other things, write down everything about the lesson he could think to write and fill his head with thoughts of anything else, Saiki did something without truly thinking.
He mind-controlled Satou. Not in that way, but he slightly changed the way he was trying to think. Saiki took his train of thought and pulled a 180°, forcing it to go back to where it was heading, in that oh-so-dangerous territory. He could feel Satou panic, and sure, he felt bad, in fact he felt awful, but he couldn’t stop himself. Saiki wanted Satou to get aroused, think about women in that way and get an erection in the middle of class. He wanted to see it again. See him flustered in that way, struggling to keep it under control and then excuse himself to the restroom. Would he take care of it? Conceal it all day?
Saiki had unknowingly been increasing the force at which he was making Satou think dirty, but it was too late by the time he realized this. Satou was already hard and fighting a blush, fidgeting in his seat and crossing his legs almost painfully to hide it. Some people noticed his sudden change in demeanor, but most of the class just ignored it. Saiki watched as he began to sweat and listened to his heart beat rapidly in his chest. His erection was so red and had even begun to leak a bit of pre. Satou had to be pent up; a boy like him didn’t masturbate nearly enough, even if he thought it was more than what was necessary to stay healthy.
Saiki himself had changed his position slightly. Wait, it’s not like this was that much of a big deal. He did notice it was a bit hot in here. Nothing a little cooling won’t do. Damn, I was so focused on Satou I didn’t notice the sudden heat. Huh? He peered around at his classmates. ... No one else is affected? Odd. Wait, that’s more than just a ‘huh?’ moment. Why am I the only one? Is this some kind of mysterious psychic illness? As he tried to cool himself off, he realized it wasn’t working. He kept trying until the entire air around him was approaching 10 degrees less than before, and people started to point it out. Saiki retreated his powers and it went back to normal, and he could start to feel slightly better.
Now that that was settled, he turned his attention back to Satou, who was getting so desperate he began considering trying to just rub his thighs together a little for some satisfaction, and Saiki’s unknown fever came back in full-swing.
Ah, so that’s what it was. This had never happened before. Saiki was just as hard as Satou, if not more so. His breath was coming out harder than usual and sweat was starting to making its presence known on his forehead and back. It wasn’t like it was hard to hide—he was a physic after all, and illusions were a cakewalk for him—it was dealing with it. In all honesty, he’d really never gotten aroused before. Was it because he used a different type of metal power on Satou? That’s what it was. It definitely couldn’t be because he liked Satou, and there’s no way it was because he wanted to see him get turned on and embarrassed and flustered and all blushy—
Oh. Well, this is a predicament.
Saiki didn’t panic. He never got in a situation so dire he would do something as normal as freak out, but this? He was at a loss.
Don’t think about it, Kusuo. Just go back to Satou. See what he does and you’ll figure it out.
Incredible! Satou did a combination of what Saiki thought he’d do before: ask to go to the restroom or try to conceal it, except switched order. He’d tried to hide it, but it just got so bad he had no choice but to leave. Now Saiki had to follow without looking suspicious. How would he do that? Shit, he hadn’t considered that. He couldn’t exactly just leave without the teacher noticing, or someone else pointing it out and getting him busted. He settled on his only choice: follow Satou, mentally of course.
Satou walked pretty awkwardly to the bathroom. He got up slowly, but not too slowly, from his desk, then shuffled to the door and escaped to the hallway. It earned some quirked brows, but nothing to really draw attention. How Saiki wished he could follow, just to see the bulge in his pants try to be hidden from teachers and students in the hall. He’d just have to stick with watching from a distance and wait. At least this was the last period, so he could go take care of his own problem later. Satou, however, didn’t have the willpower that Saiki possessed.
He alternated with hiding it subtly with his hand to just trying to position his legs in certain ways as he walked, until finally he found the men’s restroom. Someone sneezed in the classroom, and Saiki nearly lost his focus. Satou rushed to the stall next to the last one and shut the door as quietly as he could manage before backing against it and taking a deep breath.
“Ah… hah—I, I just don’t know what came over me I was just…!” He could hardly speak, he was so bewildered. Why he was speaking in a bathroom stall by himself, no one knew. Saiki threw another pang of dirty thought energy—just a bit—into Satou’s mind to remind him why he was here, just to get a move on. Satou’s dick twitched and he let out a rather loud pant, unexpectedly making Saiki’s whole body flare up in arousal. Satou began to undo his belt and soon enough his pants were around his ankles. He looked at the wet bulge in his briefs and felt his face turn tomato-red. Stepping away from the door, careful not to trip, he set the toilet seat down and perched atop it.
Saiki glanced at the clock at least twice every second. Exactly five minutes have passed. Now it won’t be suspicious if I go. He raised his hand, asked for permission, stepped out of the classroom, and teleported without a moment to spare. He appeared in the stall right next to Satou, beginning to making himself invisible immediately so not to let Satou know he wasn’t alone. He could see through the stall perfectly and see Satou in HD as he pulled his briefs off to sit around his knees.
When he knew he was fully invisible, Saiki threw away what dignity he had left and pressed himself against the stall between them, watching intently. Listening to all the little hitches in Satou’s breath. Ah, he should sit down. Standing is becoming very uncomfortable. Satou gingerly touched his dick, gasping at first then slowly beginning to stroke up and down, stopping to catch the pre leaking from the tip and use it as lubricant. Saiki’d never touched himself before. He’s thought about it since he hit puberty, but simply felt like there was no need for it, but now he wanted to just rub against the wall between them and feel it for the first time.
He copied Satou’s movements: set the toilet seat down (as quietly as possible; god forbid Satou hear), sit down, pull down your pants, and get to work. But he stopped as he saw his own dick like that. Hard, glistening, and desperate. It sprung up from his underwear and, frankly, looked much wetter than Satou’s. It oozed pre down to the base. The smell of his own arousal caught Saiki off guard and he quickly decided he liked it. He took the base between his thumb and forefinger, twitching at the sensation. It was almost like having an intense itch, but it felt good? He wrapped his fingers around and stroked once like how Satou did, breath lodging itself in his lungs and he nearly took a breath that would’ve gotten himself caught.
Turning his attention back on Satou, Saiki’s cock throbbed. He was picking up his pace, panting quietly and hunched over where he sat. He was so quick to get it done! Forget lasting more than a minute during sex. Saiki felt a bit of remorse for Satou’s future wife. Never mind that, Satou’s face was red as a beet and his dick was leaking and he looked like he was close. Saiki wanted to match his pace but couldn’t bring himself to out of fear he’d cum immediately from watching the boy next to him pleasure himself. Even the way he held his member was normal…!
Satou reaches over and grabbed a wad of toilet paper. He put it in the hand he was using and finally came, into the paper, jerking his body back and sucking in through his teeth. The look on his face was incredible. He looked like he was in mild pain, but that’s just how good it felt. Saiki had since covered his mouth to keep himself from panting too loud. He kicked off his pants and underwear to sit on the toilet seat completely, naked from the waist down and pumping his throbbing cock at an even pace. Even while seeing Satou clean up and get dressed to go back to class, his arousal never went away. Everything about what just happened was so… Exciting? Was that the word people used?
Especially the fact that Satou had no idea. Not even that Saiki had been watching him in class or that he was the cause of it. A bit of Saiki’s voice came out in a strange sort of gasp as he picked up his pace, experimenting with tightening and loosening his fist. That’s right… Saiki thought. I did that to him. I turned him on. Satou was hard because of me. He slowed down, slipping a hand between his spread legs to fondle his balls. Saiki openly panted now, knowing no one would enter the restroom. Plus, he was still invisible. “...Ngh.”
Saiki knew how sex between men worked. He’d seen things on the Internet, whether he wanted to or not. No, he didn’t think him and Satou would ever have sex. But at the time, the thought did cross his mind as he let his fingers travel lower. Most of his knowledge came from porn, and that men who had sex together usually did anal. It had to feel good, or else they wouldn’t do it all the time, right? It’d feel good for the one on top, that’s for damn sure. Saiki would let Satou be on top. He’d let Satou fuck him. No—he rubbed over his hole—he wanted Satou to fuck him. He wanted to feel Satou’s dick, average as it may be. Ah, the perfectly average sized dick, fucking into him and taking his anal virginity.
Not that virginity mattered to him. But if it did, he would want Satou to have it. Take it, rather. That’s how they phrase it.
Saiki gathered his own come and used it as a sort of lube for himself. He didn’t care about it hurting, but this way it might feel slightly more real. If jerking off felt his good, then anal must feel as good as porn cracks it up to be. He pushed a finger in, immediately shoving it in as far as it would go. It felt kind of weird, but not bad. Oh yeah, there was a place he was supposed to find. Saiki shoved another finger in without hesitation, sighing and continuing to stroke his dick. The sound of a bell ringing didn’t even register as he finally hit his prostate, but it felt so good a moan slipped out. He blinked, not used to hearing his own voice, especially not like that.
He slumped down on the seat, giving him more access to his ass and began to finger himself harder and harder, hitting his prostate dead on every time. He was panting like crazy now, clenching his eyes shut and pumping his cock vigorously. He imagined everything he could possibly think of about Satou. For some reason, Saiki liked the idea of sucking Satou off. His dick thrusting in and out of his willing mouth, hands grabbing at his hair. He bet his cum tasted good, and seeing his orgasm face again? He’d pay anything for that.
Saiki thrust into his own hand and the overwhelming feeling of being close too over. He couldn’t stop his own voice from spilling out, moaning each time his fingers went in, and each time imagining them being Satou’s. His legs were shaking, hips twitching and thrusting upwards. He slowed down his pace considerably, the feeling coming up like a tidal wave until it finally washed over him. But when it did, it felt so good. So, so good. He spilled cum all over his hand and his fingers came to a standstill. “Ahn...!” He threw his head back and moaned, panting open-mouthed like some kind of whore, slightly, in the back of his mind, wishing Satou could see him like this.
Saiki stayed like that for a bit, letting himself go soft and just feeling. Ah, so that’s why Toritsuka loves it so much.
After probably 20 minutes or days, he finally got up and cleaned himself off, pulling his pants back up and teleporting to his locker like none of it happened.
Did this change how he sees Satou? Absolutely. Does he have a weird sexual crush on Satou? Absolutely not. Or, maybe. Who knows. Wait, no! It’s still no. Or… No. Saiki realized he’d been standing in one spot holding his shoes for several minutes. He really had some stuff to think over later.