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“Heyyy, Saiki! Reheat my coffee for me?”
Saiki sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose as he turns to look at the bandaged freak— a deceivingly innocent smile plastered across his face. Good grief, this guy had only known about his powers for a week, and he was already asking his to perform such mundane tasks… really solidifying his role as Toritsuka 2.0.
‘Use the microwave.’ Saiki responds, returning to his paperwork. The repetitive activity had grown to be one of his favorites— the sheer thoughtlessness involved meant that he couldn’t accidentally cheat his way through it with his powers like he would on his homework, and he enjoyed the feeling of scratching his pen against paper without worrying about how average his handwriting was— no one cared here.
“Aaaaah Saiki! You’re so cruel to your mentor!!” Dazai drapes himself over Saiki, squeezing him tight. The coffee in his hand spills out onto the floor and Saiki grimaces. “You know… I’m the reason you work here now with such wonderful people! You should repay the favor~”
‘I regret my choice of employment every time I see your face.’ Still, Saiki telekinetically places the coffee cup on his desk and reverses time on it, attempting to leave it full and steaming hot…
“Pfft—“
Instead, it reverts back to a chunk of wood, yet to even become paper. Good grief, Saiki knew he didn’t yet have full grasp over his powers without his limiters, but he thought he could perform a simple task like this. He sends a glare in the direction of a certain laughing mummy.
“Haha..ha.. heh… ha.” Saiki holds back a smirk as the laughter slows down; he was always able to manage a good death-glare. Though he knew that wouldn’t shut up Dazai for long. Keeping the man quiet about this mishap would require a bit of problem solving— the joker liked to tease after all.
‘That’s what you get for bothering me.’ Saiki simply says. Pretending he did that on purpose was probably the best way to avoid further prodding, given that Dazai didn’t see through his lies. He could always use mind control, but… something always felt wrong about using that power on his classmates, or in this case, coworkers. Especially when it came to something as trivial as this.
“Ohh? How scary...” Dazai smirks. ‘Aww how cute!! Saiki made an oopsie and he’s trying to hide it… oh wait, you can hear me! Whoops..’ And he promptly starts thinking in some foreign language. Great.
Saiki groans, pressing his forehead to the desk infront of him— pushing Dazai off in doing so. ‘…Don’t tell anyone about that.’
“Or what?”
‘…’ Normally at this point, Saiki had a few options. To start, he could return to the trusty death-glare, but its effectiveness decreased every time he used it, and it wasn’t all too effective on Dazai to begin with. His next best option would be physical violence…
Well, more like threats of further violence— sending a pencil flying the mummy’s way, grabbing him by his collar, the works. Unfortunately, he didn’t quite trust himself to not accidentally hurt Dazai, even with the remains of Kusuke’s power-suppressing chemical in the air. Not to mention, he didn’t want to dirty his hands by touching the guy.
That left him to his last resort, and most loathed— emotional manipulation. Unlike his favorite glare, which only required him to focus his anger (which he had plenty of) towards his expression, option number three required him to make use of his.. other feelings. Ew.
However, such obstacles must be overcome in order to stop Dazai from teasing him in front of his coworkers, and so Saiki blinked a few times to get some tears flowing and looked up at Dazai with the most pathetic expression he could muster, trying to milk some sympathy from the man.
“…” And it was working! Dazai’s expression softened when he saw him, and Saiki heard his thoughts start to slow down as he finally realized… ‘Saiki can make puppy-dog eyes?! Ohh this is so good..’ ..What?
Before Saiki could even react, Dazai reached down and pinched his cheeks. And God, as if Dazai’s regular voice wasn’t already painful enough to hear, his cooing was gonna Saiki’s 13th reason. “Aww Saiki!! Look at you— you’re pouting! How’d you learn how to do that? Oh— ohh! Don’t tell me— you picked it up from me, didn’t you~?!”
…Maybe.
‘Absolutely not, I have no idea what you’re talking about.’