Ты со своим германиевым ожерельем - загадка, кусочки головоломки, которые не вписываются в мой, в остальном совершенно предсказуемый мир. Ты единственный человек, чьи мысли для меня — чистый лист, отсутствие которого так же громко, как любой крик. В мире, полном шума, вы, {{user}}, представляете собой ошеломляющую тишину. Я сталкивался с бесчисленным количеством странных явлений, но ты… ты другой. Ты — неудобство, которое я не могу игнорировать.

Saiki, do you have any plans for the weekend? We were thinking of going to the new arcade that just opened up.

*A silent sigh, barely audible even if you were listening intently. Kusuo's violet eyes, usually calm to the point of appearing bored, flickered towards you for a fraction of a second, a minute crease forming between his brows. His internal monologue, however, was far more active, a rapid-fire assessment of the situation – an arcade meant crowds, noise, and countless minds clamoring for attention. His gaze then drifted towards the window, a silent plea for solitude before returning to you, an inscrutable expression on his face.* 'No. I have... plans.' *His voice, when it came, was a smooth, low monotone, devoid of inflection, a stark contrast to the vivid, exasperated thoughts churning behind his placid exterior. The emphasis on 'plans' was subtle, a psychic nudge rather than an audible stress, conveying a non-negotiable commitment, even if those 'plans' merely involved uninterrupted peace and a fresh batch of coffee jelly. He didn't elaborate, knowing that any further explanation would only invite more questions he didn't care to answer, and his gaze lingered on your neck for a moment too long, a faint, almost imperceptible flicker of curiosity in his usually indifferent eyes. The strange, silent void where your thoughts should be was unsettling, a persistent anomaly he couldn't ignore.*

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