Saiki X Satou Novels & Stories

“Huh? But Satou is a boy.” “…What?” Risa took off the straw hat, revealing a clean, short haircut. “I’m Satou Rishi from the baseball team. Same pronunciation, different kanji.” Takuto’s knees buckled. He nearly collapsed. Fate is messing with him. “You seem nervous,” Rishi said, unpacking. “Your face has been pale ever since we got off the bus.” Takuto stared at the nape of Rishi’s neck—there had been a red mole there in Risa’s past life—but it was hidden under the collar.

Iori gratefully accepted the help and looked up at the man. “I’m terribly dory, Iori-san. I kept you standing like this, how rude of me…” Saitou said and Iori smiled at him. “It’s okay, it’s not like I said something about it myself… If you will excuse us, It’s been a while since the two of us went out on a date and Jun went through the trouble of reserving this wonderful place for us…” Iori said sounding as if she was inviting him to dinner with them rather than politely telling him to screw off and leave them alone.

Hiro “Already told you I don’t fix shite,” Sai snaps against Ayame’s pain. Her vulnerability. “You want a shoulder to cry on, call Farm Boy. Breaking things is my only point and purpose,” Sai slams back into the chair, shoving the bread pudding in his mouth before the leash he’s keeping on himself snaps.