Just a passerby - BNHA X Saiki k

Chapter 8: Week(end)

Hey! Sorry about the last "update", I published on accident. Here's the actual chapter! I'm doing my best to write the characters correctly, sorry if I mess anything up!

Speech indications

"Hello!" = Speaking verbally
"Hello!" = Speaking via telepathy
[Hello!] = Thoughts
Hello! = Narration
Hello! = Saiki commenting about someone's thoughts

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Saiki POV:

If I'm being honest, I expected this. This is still "The Disastrous Life of Saiki K". Events like these shouldn't be anything new. The only difference is that this dimension has a serious plot that isn't made as a parody. What am I doing here?

After long minutes of background scolding and medical assistance, we were getting ready to go to sleep. I didn't get to talk about the fact that I was homeless, which was quite troublesome.

[Good grief. If nothing goes wrong, which is impossible, I'll ACTUALLY tell them I'm homeless.] I thought, staring into the void, as Masaru examined my neck area. Being a psychic, I healed my wound very easily.

There was just a burn mark on my turtleneck's collar. Although it's quite sad, I'm thankful that it sorta blends with the color.

"We are so sorry. We don't know why he did that, but I hope you can forgive him. He's smart, but only when he wants to, apparently!"

Masaru apologized, scratching the back of his head.

[I kind of feel bad. I wouldn't be able to help; I don't care enough to.]

[Even if I DID care, trying to fix his behavior would change the whole plot. I'd rather not.]

"The burn only affected your clothing, thankfully! You're good to go!" The brown haired father added, reaching out to me. Normally, I wouldn't accept, but having a father that actually cares felt nice, so I took his hand, and stood up from the ground.

Bakugou was just leaning against the stair ramp with an irritated look, looking away from us.

[Whatever this is about, I don't care. I just want this guy out of here already. You're the one who brought me here, douche.]

That's what his thoughts were about. Ironic huh?

~~~filler, scroll to skip~~~

Off-topic, by the way: Author is currently running out of ideas, and making me break the fourth wall just so the chapter goes on for a while.

Don't expose me! (ಥ﹏ಥ)

You brought this upon yourself! Your creation turns against you, this is your end, moron.

What will I ever do?~ He keeps exposing me! Oh woe is me, I cannot believe this is happening!

Also, stop making it seem like I'm an asshole that has no emotions or empathy. It's edgy, and I'm meant to be a Gen Z type character, not an emo stereotype.

I am so incredibly horrendously sorry. How can I compensate? I will do everything in my power to improve!

I don't know, go on youtube and watch writing tutorials instead of suddenly writing a whole ass crossover with the shittiest plot on this green earth.

Keep complaining, the filler is almost done!

Wait, what? Hell no. Bye.

~~~filler end~~~

It is now 8:34 PM. Bakugou had already gone to sleep, while Mitsuki was setting the couch up. Yes, I will indeed sleep on the couch.

[Might as well tell her now, stalling makes it unnecessarily annoying.] I thought rolling my eyes.

"Actually, Mistuki, there's something I've been meaning to tell you." Mitsuki turned to me, raising an eyebrow. "What is it, Saiki?" She asked. I took a deep breath, preparing for all the reactions possible.

"I'm homeless. Well, at least right now." I looked to the side, doing my best to ignore Mitsuki's baffled expression. Her jaw dropped to the floor, as if she witnessed the impossible.

"What do you mean «right now»?" I internally cursed, now realizing how complicated this would be to explain.

[Think of something... what could be a normal reason to be homeless?]

"....you see, my parents kicked me out." I managed to lie, scratching the back of my head. Mitsuki looked at me with  pitying eyes.

"Sweetie, why'd they kick you out?" she put her hands on my shoulders as if she was comforting an 8 year old. "It's quite a touchy subject. I don't really wanna talk about it, if you don't mind."

I prayed for this to get her off my back. Which it did, however there was one last thing to do. This time, it wasn't a lie.

"So, what do you mean by «right now»?"
I pointed to my jacket and lifted my index finger, pulling out my wallet and bringing it to my hand.

Mitsuki looked at me, confused. "I have enough money to find a place to stay."

An awkward silence filled the whole room.

[Why is he telling me this? Does he not wanna stay? You could say that. How could a teen be so organized and unorganized at the same time? Pardon?] Mitsuki wore a conflicted face, staring at me like I insulted her ancestors.

"After all, I was just passing by... I shouldn't interrupt your usual life." I stated, breaking the silence. "Saiki, I don't mind you being here. I'm sure you could be a great brother for Katsuki!"

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[Is this woman for real?! Is it normal for people to just accept strangers in their lives? What am I supposed to say?!]

Panic and hesitation coursed through my body. Mitsuki noticed my behavior, and decided to speak up.

"Heh, sorry if this is sudden. Your Quirk just reminds me of Inko's, and you seemed unbothered by Katsuki's outburst. Minus his assault!" I paused, looking up at her.

[I bet he would get along with Izuku too! What makes you say that? And WHO is Izuku? I just wanna make him feel welcomed, getting kicked out doesn't feel nice. Oh right, my excuse.. that explains it.]

"You don't have to fight on your own, Saiki. You can stay and make yourself home! You can call me mom too!" She pleaded. I sighed in defeat.

"... At least, let me take care of myself." Mom smiled, and pulled me into a hug. I slightly smiled, her hand pressing my head against her shoulder.

"Go to bed now, Kusuo, and welcome home!" I nodded, as mom walked upstairs.

[Good grief. What have I gotten myself into?..]

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