Hiroshi clenched tighter at the fabric he held, breath heaving. “Saiki…Saiki, you said you’d do anything for me, right? You’d even die if I told you to, right?” Saiki nodded. Hiroshi shuddered. He couldn’t believe he was doing this, that he was saying this, but there was no other way. Hiroshi wouldn’t be able to do anything, he. He couldn’t kill someone. He couldn’t do a thing about bombs! He was lucky if he hit a decent batting average but a fight?! He couldn’t, he was useless, he couldn’t- Without Saiki, Hiroshi was screwed. He licked his lips and clenched Saiki’s shoulders tighter. “Please save us. Please. I’m.” Hiroshi’s breath came out in a whisper. “I’m counting on you.” —- So what if we merge Future Diary’s death game schtick with Saiki K? Yuno Gasai isn’t the only pink haired stalker crushing on a totally average guy anymore, and Kusuo Saiki always has been frightfully protective of the people he cares about… Note - Knowledge of Future Diary should be unnecessary to read this!
Saiki didn’t hear him though. He was already distracted. Satou and his friends were gathered in a small circle, as the first tiny cherry blossom petals fell off the trees and danced around the air, perfectly framing Satou’s face, his smile…so cliche, yet so perfect. Wait, what?
“Mmmh, not stalking.”
‘Would you please leave and take a swan dive off the roof?’
“Nah, I’m gonna stay here until you admit it.”
'Admit what?’
“That you’re gay as hell and have a massive crush on that guy?” . . . Or: Saiki stalks Satou as always when he’s stopped and interrogated by Mr. psychic medium himself.
