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Aren Kuboyasu
romantic
Headcanon: taking care of a sick s/o (gn) Headcanon+Scenario: with a s/o who is self deprivating (male)
platonic
none
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Kineshi Hairo
romantic
Headcanon: taking care of a sick s/o (gn)
platonic
none
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Kusuke Saiki
romantic
Headcanon: taking care of a sick s/o (gn) Headcanon+Scenario: with a s/o who is self deprivating (male)
platonic
none
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Kusuo Saiki
romantic
Headcanon: taking care of a sick s/o (gn)
Headcanon: giving his boyfriend a male body (trans! male)
Headcanon: having an energetic & protective boyfriend (male) Headcanon+Scenario: with a s/o who is self deprivating (male)
platonic
"Small accidental visit" (male)
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Metori Saiko
romantic
Headcanon: taking care of a sick s/o (gn)
platonic
none
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Reita Toritsuka
romantic
Headcanon: taking care of a sick s/o (gn)
platonic
none
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Riki Nendou
romantic
Headcanon: taking care of a sick s/o (gn)
platonic
none
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Shun Kaidou
romantic
Headcanon: Valentine's confession (gn)
Headcanon: taking care of a sick s/o (gn)
platonic
none
Glad it's open again! Prince rukia, can you do saiki kusuo's reaction to his son who traveled to the past by mistake? The child is 14 years old and has the same powers as his dad! Thank you, ur the best
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Alright this is an interesting theme to go for
Not me forgetting you said "by mistake" and only realizing after writing the reason n how n all that
Towards the end are quite a lot of lil timeskips cause aaaaaaaahhh And I noticed myself drifting off to some negative feels a bit lol so uh there is a cute ending dw
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Kusuo Saiki x male! reader
Small accidental visit
(Y/N) opened his eyes, scanning the area around him with a blurred eye sight. His back laying on the hard, wet concrete as raindrops rained down on him.
//What is going on now?//
He quickly realized his glasses were covered in water and that's why everything was blurry before his eyes. Weirdly enough, that was the only thing he could really complain about at that moment. There was neither pain or any other feeling of discomfort present.
Besides the feeling of wet concrete against his back and limbs anyway.
A strange thing considering he certainly did not teleport to that location.
(Y/N) couldn't recall any reason why he would lay there or the fact that it started raining. But it must've been going on for a while before he landed there, or else under him would be still dry.
He gave himself a slight slap on the inside, this information was getting him nowhere.
//Okay, let's step back a second and think. What was I doing before I-//, a glance past the rim of his glasses to his digital wristwatch made him widen his eyes in shock, making him sit up and frantically dry off his glasses.
//This can't be.//, (Y/N) simply stated, staring at the date on his watch, on the year specifically.
It read May 11th 2014, 4:22 pm.
Last time he checked, he wasn't even born during that time. So obviously, this didn't make much sense.
//This watch is supposed to automatically adjust itself to the current time and date of the timezone it's in once activated. This has to be broken.//, he frowned, doing what everyone would do in that situation. Slap the life out of the wristwatch in a poor and rather aggressive attempt on making it work again.
//It probably broke during whatever happened to me that made me wake up infront of grandma and grandpa's house.//, he concluded, looking ahead at the rather familiar house infront of him. Though, it seemed kind of different, (Y/N) didn't pay it any mind.
The rain picked up, covering the boy's glasses in thick raindrops yet again. //Agh, this stupid rain.//
Without even looking around first, he stood up and rose his hand in the air. The other arm was busy drying off his glasses as he blew away the rainclouds like it was nothing.
//This is starting to get more irritating than confusing. Well, at least no one's here to bother me.//
"Look! Cyborg Sider-man No.2! Did you see that!?"
//Oh oh.//, the (Y/HC)-haired flinched, not even daring to turn around, //Dad is going to kill me.//
"He just made the rain stop with his hand!", the little boy let out a loud gasp, "Is he your apprentice!? I want to be your apprentice too!"
"I don't even know that kid.", another voice sounded out, clearly annoyed with the kid he had to accompany to buy soda.
//Okay. That sounded suspiciously like my dad, but I'm just going to leave while I can-//, (Y/N) sneaked away, still not sparring the two behind him a single glance.
Really, he was too scared to check. He took another glance at his wristwatch and it still said 2014. Even after trying to reverse it, he could only see the minutes going backwards.
And in addition to that, the name "Cyborg Sider-man No.2" sounded way too familiar. (Y/N) remembered his dad talking about the time he had to babysit a little boy from time to time.
A boy who kept calling him that.
The dots were slowly connecting, but (Y/N) clearly didn't want to believe it and ended up blaming it on paranoia. Because time travel was also a topic at the dinner table. One he didn't remember having anything positive to it.
And hearing what his father went through when he traveled back into the past really killed all motivation to do that himself.
So denial it was.
//There is no mistaking it, that boy is a psychic too. He seemed to have used the exact same method I used to make it stop raining not too long ago.//, Kusuo monologued, frowning internally, //Why do I keep attracting these kinds of people?//
Ignoring Yuta's begging and rambling, as well as the fact he noticed the 14 year old sneak away, Kusuo walked towards his house.
//I'd like to say it was none of my business and I should just ignore him, but he was already way too close for comfort. I don't need another rando to ask me to be their teacher.//
A mental image of a purple haired student by the name of Reita and a green haired magician called Kouta made itself present in the pink-haired's mind. He really just wanted to be left alone.
Once Kusuo was finally back in his room, he stopped in his tracks.
//I couldn't hear his thoughts.//
Now, even though it was rare and rather unusual for him not to hear someone's thoughts, it didn't make it less concerning. The opposite in fact, as he was so used to knowing what everyone was thinking.
The teen sat on his bed, looking down to think, //And he's most definitely a psychic. I didn't see anything about his character, not even his face. There is no way I can tell if he's evil or not.//
The annoyance built up even more inside of him and he could very well tell how the volume of his inner voice increased.
//The fact he was so close to my home may have something to do with me. Did he see me use my powers without me noticing? Now I have to look into this.//
Meanwhile, (Y/N) was looking for a good spot to teleport away. He didn't want anyone else to see him use his powers, otherwise his dad will definitely scold him.
Doesn't matter if he really time traveled or not.
Soon, he found a rather tight alleyway, so tight that he had to walk sideways, //Perfect.//, he quickly slipped in, clicking his tongue with annoyence at how the walls dirtied his clothes.
Once the (Y/HC)-haired reached about the middle of the alleyway, he looked left and right to ensure noone's watching and then finally teleported away.
To his house to be exact.
//I should tell dad about-//, mouth agape, he stared to the spot his house was supposed to be. Only to find a small field with a rather big tree a bit further ahead.
//You gotta be kidding me.//
The view before (Y/N) gave him no other chance, but to believe he traveled to the past.
But he still went up to the tree several meters away from him, inspecting it for any signs of carvings he did with his father. And as feared, there were none to be found.
//Well shit.//, (Y/N) let himself slide to the ground with his back against the tree, //How am I supposed to go back?//
Crossing his arms infront of his chest, he began to think. And after a few minutes of doing just that, the only thing he could come up with is asking Kusuke, his uncle, for help. Problem with that was, however, that there was a chance of him changing the future through doing that.
Overall, the 14 year old couldn't think as clearly as he would like to. He wasn't able to stay as composed as his dad could be, that being the fault of his personality. His grandpa's genes must be showing just a tad bit.
//Damn it. What would dad do? Go to Kusuke, I'm sure, but I just can't...//
Meanwhile, Kusuo was also in thought.
The pink-haired crossed his eyes yet again, in search of any signs of that mysterios psychic. //Still nothing, where could he be?//, he blinked once to normalize his eyes and put a hand to his chin in thought, //There is a possibility that he teleported to an area too far away for my powers to reach, if he truly has the same or similar powers as me. That would make this far more annoying than it already is.//
Sighing internally, the teen laid down on his bed, //I will just have to stay on guard.//
Night approached.
And with (Y/N) having no place to stay or way to get back to the future, all he could do was collect some firewood, rocks and a lot of dirt.
He put the rocks in a circle in a space where no grass grew and poured a bit of dirt in the middle, enough to cover the ground. He poured more dirt around the rock circle and the rest at the side where he could easily reach it.
He didn't have to fear anything catching fire, but he didn't want any possible passerby to scold him. More so for the sake of keeping his powers a secret, since his dad made it more than clear how important it is to ensure no one ever found out about them.
Besides, (Y/N) tried not to rely on his powers so often. There was no fun with being able to do almost anything imaginable with a snap of his fingers.
Finally, the (Y/HC)-haired threw some wood in the circle and lit it on fire using his pyrokinesis.
//...//, the boy leaned against the tree behind him, an all too familiar sense of loneliness washing over him, //I hate this.//
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The next morning, the 14 year old did nothing in particular. How could he? Pacing back and forth infront of the big tree and singing songs to himself, of which he keeps forgetting bits of the lyrics of, were pretty much the only things he could do.
There was hunger slowly building up inside of his stomach, but at the same time he felt like he couldn't even eat a single bite. Anxiousness was overtaking his mind.
//...I can't keep going like this though...Dad...//
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"Oh, Ku! There's a young man here asking for you!", the pink-haired heard his mother call out for him. //What now?// He stood up from his position on the floor infront of his TV and gaming console, making his way down the stairs.
Kurumi smiled at him as she stepped out of the way. //That's-//, he stared at the boy right outside of his door, //That's the boy from yesterday! What does he want?//
"I'll be in the kitchen making you two some snacks. Have fun you two!"
And with that she walked away from the scene, to the kitchen, leaving the two of them in a rather thick layer of tension. "Hello.", the (Y/HC)-haired greeted, still not looking up to look Kusuo in the eyes.
//He didn't move his mouth while speaking...//, Kusuo pulled him inside with his powers and shut the door. (Y/N) let out a weird noise out of surprise, a look of panicked confusion on his face as he got dragged further, up into the pink-haired's room.
The boy, now sitting on the floor with Kusuo towering behind him, only heard the door close before Kusuo spoke up, "Who are you and what do you want?"
Hesitantly, (Y/N) looked the other in the eyes, "(Y/N) Saiki."
"Saiki? Are you a lost brother or something?", looking closer at the boy's face, he could see some resemblance of his bloodline. "Not exactly- I- You- I'm from the future and don't know how to get back, please help me-", the boy splurted out out of nervousness, being fixated by the older one's cold stare.
Also, there shouldn't be any beating around the bush in this matter, otherwise (Y/N) might as well never go back.
For just a moment, silence filled the room, the only noise being the shabby backgound music of the cheap game Kusuo had been playing.
"Good grief..."
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It didn't take long for Kusuo to believe his supposed son from the future. Looking at all those things he had to deal with on a daily basis up until this day, it really was just another inconvenience in his life.
Now sitting at the dinner table with his parents and (Y/N), he already began to make plans in his head how to approach his older brother with this situation, hoping he'd help out without making it too much of an annoying experience. Because after sending the boy back, he also had to deal with fixing the timeline. He didn't believe (Y/N) being up for that important task.
Kuniharu paused for a second to smile at the 14 year old sitting across from him, "I'm positively surprised my son tutors a kid in his free time, but isn't it getting a bit late now? I can drive you home if you want." "Ah, well...", the (Y/HC)-haired glanced to the pink-haired next to him, a silent ask for help.
"Good grief...He wanted to ask if he could stay for tonight."
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Back up in the 17 year old's room, (Y/N) watched as Kusuo laid down a futon on the empty space of the room. Despite the want to call out for him, (Y/N) remained silent, it might be for the better that way. It was just, his dad didn't do much with him for quite a while now and the boy started to miss him and all those fun times together.
//He's technically not my dad yet though.//, he told himself.
Once Kusuo finished with his task, he himself laid on his bed, "We'll go to Kusuke first thing in the morning, so go to sleep now."
The darkness of the room and Kusuo's words set the 14 year old's mood even further. He felt lonely. Still, nodding his head, he crawled onto the futon and tugged the blanket over his body up to his head.
There was no changing anything at that moment and no other way to go. He had to push his needs to the side for now to get back into the time he belonged to.
//Why does he look so sad?//, Kusuo's eyes fixated onto the blanket burrito. Discarding the question as soon as he asked it, he turned off the little lamp on his nightstand, burrying himself under his own blanket and trying to fall asleep.
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The closer (Y/N) got to going back to the future, the more intense got the feeling of wanting to stay. Kusuo would have no choice, but to look out for him, right? Though, he didn't want to force himself onto him like that. But- He craved for that attention.
All hopes of Kusuke needing some time to get a device ready were crushed quickly when he announced of having one right there, ready to go.
"So he can go right away?", the pink-haired asked, a bit cautiously, waiting for a possible catch. Kusuke only nodded his head with a smile, turning his gaze to (Y/N), "Just make sure you visit me, little one."
A silent nod was all (Y/N) could provide as an answer.
Satisfied, Kusuke left the room to get the device started. It left the (Y/HC)-haired's heart racing and fingers twitching.
The both of them stood there, waiting, for a while. And Kusuo couldn't take it anymore, he had to ask, finally, "Do you not want to go?"
"...", the boy didn't really know how to reply to the other one's question at first, rubbing his fingers against each other in a subtle fidgeting manner as he thinks about it.
"I- It was nice to have dinner with someone again."
Before another word could be spoken, Kusuke returned, telling them that everything was ready. (Y/N) nodded yet again, quickly following the younger version of his uncle, leaving Kusuo standing there, speculating about his words.
Everything was over faster than (Y/N) and Kusuo thought, as if there was still something missing. But it would be too late anyways, the time machine was activated and the 14 year old was gone, back to where, or when, he came from.
It all left Kusuo with a bitter aftertaste, but there was no slacking off now. He got a timeline to fix.
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When (Y/N) opened his eyes again, he was met by the sight of grass and a small, brownish-grey house, as wood scratched against his back, making him quickly realise where he was. He snapped his head to look up the tree branch, sure enough, there were many little carvings of letters and symbols scattered across the texturey surface.
A look at his wristwatch gave him the last confirmation he needed that he was indeed in the year he was supposed to be in.
//Guess I'm back now.//, he shifted his gaze back fowards, looking at his shoes as he moved his feet back and forth, //So back to everyday life.//
The boy decided to go back inside, maybe make himself a sandwich or two. Opening the door and kicking his shoes off his feet, he didn't expect to hear the TV in the kitchen. He certainly didn't forget to turn it off since he didn't turn it on in the first place.
He poked his head into the room, eyes widening when his gaze met the back of his dad, appearantly cutting some vegetables on a wooden cutting board. "Dad?", the boy accidentally called out, it just slipped out of his mouth like that.
It made the other flinch slightly.
Kusuo turned around, "(Y/N), I told you not to scare me when I'm holding sharp objects." "Ah- Sorry, dad, I didn't mean to.", the boy stepped into the kitchen with an apologetic smile, "What are you doing here?"
The pink-haired gave his son a sideglance before getting back to cutting, "I'm making dinner." "But you're usually away at this time." "I might have been before your little trip.", Kusuo paused what he was doing again to pat his son's head, "But now it will be different."
Slowly understanding what was going on, the 14 year old smiled brightly. Even Kusuo couldn't help a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, "Good grief...you seem to have a bit of energy left to help me make dinner."
"Yes, sir!"
"Oh, and look around before using your powers next time."
"Yes, sir-!"
Hola prince Rukia, think of yourself first! It's possible to have the brothers Saiki and Aren with a self-deprecating O/N male (''man, do you love me? I'm trash????''), every time when told that he is handsome, he grimaces. What will they do?
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O o f
Been there, are there
As I was typing the last section of this request, I got a YTTD request and I'm literally so happy
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X male! reader
Headcanon+Scenario: Aren Kuboyasu, Kusuke Saiki, Kusuo Saiki with a s/o who is self deprivating
Aren does not understand why (Y/N) would talk about himself like that, not in the slightest
And he has no idea how to deal with it either, so he just repeats his comment in a louder and harsher way -If he scares (Y/N) accidentaly, he'd panic, apologizing for his tone and repeating it again, softer
But aggressive love-talk, as I like to call it, is a standard thing when it comes to beeing his lover -He keeps slipping up in his old way of talking when he's excited or serious about something that involves you. And that includes him being loud and using certain terms that would be censored on the internet
"Why are you staring at me?", (Y/N) asked, catching Aren red handed. "Huh-?", Aren snapped back into reality, he got lost in thought as he admired his boyfriend's side profile for maybe the 6th time that day. He just couldn't help it.
The (Y/HC)-haired looked at Aren, expecting an answer to his question, as the other just stared back with wide eyes and a blush adoring his cheeks. "Ehehehe...", Aren chuckled as he rubbed his head sheepishly, looking to the side, "Well..."
(Y/N) rose a brow, "Well what?", he kinda felt nervous from this situation, not so positive thoughts already flooting his mind. Even though they did not match the purple-haired's embarrassed face at all.
"You're so...handsome...I- I couldn't help it.", Aren finally confessed, "Kinda got lost there, ehehe.", he bashfully smiled, looking back at his boyfriend. His smile quickly left his face though, as he saw the skeptical look on the other's face. The grimace made Aren's heart stop for a second.
"Hmmm, meh.", the teen averted his attention back to his phone as he scrolled through cursed Tumblr posts.
Aren frowned, "You're handsome!", his sudden outburst made (Y/N) flinch, turning his head to look at the purple-haired once again, "Huh?" Aren grabbed one of the other male's hands, looking him in the eyes with a serious expression, "You are handsome."
(Y/N) could feel Aren's hands starting to sweat, indicating that he was nervous. He was certain the former delinquent was not the type to lie about things like that just to make him feel better, no matter how much he cannot believe his words to be true.
"You're handsom-" "Yeah, yeah, I heard you-" "You're really really handsome!"
Kusuke comes prepared -This man has a whole powerpoint presentation, listing every thing about (Y/N) and why those things make him not only the most good looking, but also the best boyfriend to him
He goes over it like it's a school project he was eager to present the class -He really is eager to go over it, no matter how many times -He also updates it whenever there is something new to add
Kusuke doesn't show it, unless he feels really really soft, but it hurts him whenever his boyfriend talks himself down -It hurts both his heart and his brain -Heart because he loves him and just wants him to be comfident about himself -Brain because the mere fact (Y/N) doesn't think of himself as a king is just too inlogical for his brain to comprehend
Tapping his eraser on the table in frustration, (Y/N) tried to make sense of all the numbers and letters on the sheet infront of him. Even with Kusuke sitting beside him to help, he just couldn't get it in his head. And exams were in a few days! How was he supposed to pass?
"Your frustrated thinking face is cute.", the blonde stated matter of factly out of nowhere, a dreamy smile on his face as he took in the sight a little longer, "I should add it to the other things I love about you."
(Y/N) stared at him with a frown, "I'm sorry what? You have peculiar taste.", he looked back at his sheet, "Besides, how are you still even sane when your boyfriend his too stupid to solve a single one of these problems?"
"Even if your IQ level was way under average, that wouldn't cease my adoration for you. If anything, it would give me more reason to spend time with you.", Kusuke said, almost Prince Charming like. He gave his statement even more of a romantic vibe by giving his boyfriend a kiss on his cheek.
(Y/N) grimaced, not at the kiss, but at the other's words. He just couldn't believe it.
Kusuke's smile never left his face, actually widening when the two of them locked eyes again, "I know that expression." (Y/N) sighed, "Well, I can't help it."
The blonde jumped to his feet and clapped his hands twice. The lights dimmed and a projector started booting up, revealing a title screen that said "Reasons why (Y/N) (Y/LN) is perfection! Presented by Kusuke Saiki". This all took the (Y/HC)-haired off guard which is why he couldn't muster up a single word.
"Now then,", Kusuke began with an innocent looking smile,"I shall now present to you "Reasons why (Y/N) (Y/LN) is perfection!"!"
Kusuo can't relate, though he understands why his boyfriend has certain doubts and a negative perspective on himself -Not because he agrees, cause he definitely doesn't, but instead because he knows the world is filled with darkness and horrible people
That being said, he is another one who does not know how to comfort someone or how to make someone realize how much they're actually worth -The best he can do is reassure (Y/N) of his feelings for him, no matter how embarressing it might get for himself
His mind reading ability comes in very handy in this, since it makes it easier for him to determine how to approach a situation without making anything worse
(Y/N) stared at himself in the mirror, a frown planted on his facial features. Hairbrush in hand, he desperately tried to make his hair look good, at least acceptional. But minute after minute passed by without the male having a single positive thought about it.
Frustration was building up inside of him which led to more negative thoughts, by now, directed towards his face as well, slowly capturing his whole body. Everything he was insecure about.
Kusuo was quickly fed up with hearing all of that from his boyfriend, so he walked towards the open bathroom door and peaked his head inside, "Do you want me to help?", he offered after a few seconds of contemplating.
The (Y/EC)-eyed sighed, "Not even you can fix what is my face. Actually, my entire being." He turned around to look at the pink-haired, waving around with the hand he held the hairbrush in, "How could you even love garbage like me?"
Face indifferent, Kusuo looked at his boyfriend, //This again...I can't stand it when he says stuff like this.//, he watched (Y/N) turn around again with a sigh, waiting, //Come on, (Y/N)...Give me a hint. How can I make you feel better right now?//
//Please just hug me...Gah that's so selfish of me to even think that.//
There it was. A rather clear hint this time which Kusuo was really grateful for.
Reluctantly, since he himself was not used to physical affection, Kusuo walked up behind his boyfriend and wrapped his arm around his waist. Silent. Just standing there. All he could do is what (Y/N) wished for to comfort him. Until he figured out how to do it without depending on his powers at least.