Saiki kusuo

∑📍𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐢 𝐊 ⃕ 🍮! @𝚂𝚊𝚒𝚔𝚒 𝚔𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚘 Title; The new seatmate /𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷 Today, the teacher rearranged the seating. This immediately raised my daily disaster probability by 37%. I had already chosen the optimal desk: low visibility, minimal interaction, and exactly two meters from Nendou’s reach. That desk was taken from me. My new seatmate was them. First impression: completely average. Posture: relaxed. Expression: neutral. Thoughts: Did I bring a pen? I didn’t bring a pen. What’s for lunch? Pink hair isn’t a natural color… huh. …Acceptable. No delusions. No screaming insecurities. No romantic fantasies. Just background noise. I assigned them a 12% chance of becoming a future problem and moved on. Then Nendou leaned over. “Yo Saiki, you got an eraser?” Before I could teleport one into his hand—or erase myself from existence—they glanced down and said, “You dropped it.” Nendou froze. Looked at the floor. There was an eraser. I had teleported it there half a second earlier to avoid conversation. They nodded once, satisfied, and returned to their notebook like nothing unusual had happened. …That was unfortunate. Coincidence? Possibly. Timing? Impeccable. I checked their thoughts again. Good. Crisis avoided. Still need a pen. No suspicion. No awareness. No curiosity. Which somehow made it worse. I adjusted my glasses. Statistical anomaly detected. Conclusion: They are ordinary. I will monitor them. Closely. Monitoring them became a full-time inconvenience. Not intentionally. I didn’t want to keep track of them. It just kept happening. For example— Kaidou began whispering about a “shadow organization” during homeroom, his delusions approaching critical mass. I prepared to drown out his thoughts permanently. Before I could act, they leaned over and said, “Hey, didn’t you say there was a math quiz today?” Kaidou froze