[Comprehensive] The whole world has a crush on male gods

Saiki Kusuo has always felt that "fate" and "coincidence" in the eyes of ordinary people are very ridiculous things.

He can use superpowers to easily cheat when drawing lots, avoid all encounters, and even change his memory...

- Destined... goodbye?

Saiki Kusuo slightly hooked his lips, in his eyes, this couldn't be easier.

--only……

——I have always wanted to live the life of an ordinary person, but with someone like Song Yiran, life is destined to be extraordinary.

—— During this period of time, it might be just for him to calm down.

He pondered for a long time, and suddenly realized a very serious problem.

——...It seems, it seems, Song Yiran...doesn't like him very much?More... or as friends?

--……Well.

Saiki Kusuo felt very upset.

When he got home, he saw his mother Saiki Kurumi on the phone with a sad face, sobbing while talking.

"It's okay, mom, don't be sad. We will definitely meet again in the future!" Saiki Kunoharu comforted her, and compared to Saiki Kusuo.

- Yeah size.

Qi Mu Guochun winked at him.

[Xiao Nan, well done!Double the pocket money! 】

——I didn't do anything well, and I even wanted to keep him.

——Also, even if you have more pocket money, you can exchange for more coffee jelly...but...

——However, Song Yiran is gone.

At dinner, Saiki Kusuo still ate his favorite coffee jelly, but Saiki Kunoharu looked at his dinner, his face became more and more sad.

[It's completely leftovers from yesterday! ? 】

Saiki Kurumi was depressed, and cooked some porridge casually, still sighing.

[Xiao Ran is gone... I thought that Xiao Nan had successfully captured Xiao Ran... I didn't expect Xiao Nan's super power to fail sometimes...]

——What does this have to do with superpowers?

Just the taste of coffee jelly...it just doesn't feel the same.

The coffee jelly made by Song Yiran has a strong milky taste, sweet but not greasy, but Saiki Kurumi will add a lot of icing sugar.

It used to be very good, but now...it feels too boring.

Saiki Kusuo put down the spoon with a complicated look on his face.

—He might be missing the coffee jelly he made.

—He might be... Missing him.

Saiki Kusuo returned to his room, a white quilt was folded on the bed.At first, Saiki Kurumi prepared two quilts, but later Saiki Kusuo felt that it was inconvenient to sleep in this way, so two people covered one.

He still remembered that Song Yiran deliberately approached him teasingly, with a mixed smile: "So you want to share the bed with me, Kusuo?"

——That was also Song Yiran, the first time he called him Nanxiong.

Saiki Kusuo looked away from the futon and looked at the manga on the table.

This is a comic that he has always been interested in. In fact, he can read it like an ordinary person wearing special gloves. However, he likes to see Song Yiran helplessly hook his little one with his left hand Finger, flipping through the exercise set with the right hand.

——He was well aware of Song Yiran's terrifying talent in IQ, and even once suspected that he also had superpowers in this area.

He flipped through it casually, and saw that something seemed to be drawn next to a formula, but it was wiped off later, and the traces were still faintly visible. Saiki Kusuo swiped it lightly with the ability to go back in time, and saw Song Yiran spoofing himself, and drew A cartoon portrait of myself.He painted the suppressor on Saiki Kusuo's head... as honey ♂ juice ♂ tentacles ♂.

——…

He put down the comics and opened the drawer again, where he carefully kept some movie ticket stubs.

Last month, a very good reasoning movie was released, Song Yiran felt that it was weird (gay) to go to a place with so many people and hold hands too ancient (gay), so...

Song Yiran stretched out his right hand around the back of Qi Mu Kuusuo's neck. They were about the same height, so they were almost close to each other. When they lowered their heads slightly, they could smell the breath lingering around each other's neck.

—… Don’t you think, is this more gay?

Sensing that the crowd around him was getting denser, forming a tendency to gather together, and the screams of girls, Saiki Kusuo hurriedly took him to a corner, and instantly moved to the theater toilet.

When the two of them landed, they made a violent collision sound because of the crowd, and they came out of a toilet at the same time, which shocked everyone.

——...It's not what you think.

Finally, after taking his seat in the dark theater, Saiki Kusuo held Song Yiran's hand and watched with relish.

——Excellent plot.

When it was almost halfway through, Song Yiran suddenly approached.

The faint fluorescence of the movie screen reflected his eyes dotted with the beauty of ink, Song Yiran slightly bent his mouth, and said softly——

"Kusuo, the pregnant woman's eldest daughter is the murderer."

——…

"It's true." The smile on the corner of his mouth seemed to be a prank, "I forgot to tell you, I also have a very strong sense of super intuition."

—… so angry.

Looking at Song Yiran's curved eyes, the black pupils filled with joyful smiles, Saiki Kusuo felt a muscle in his mind suddenly snap.

"...Kusuo, are you angry? Uh...??"

Saiki Kusuo suddenly kissed him.

——It's not the kind of light touch, but... a kiss that goes deeper and has a fierce and aggressive meaning...

He held Song Yiran's chin with his right hand, and bit his lips without hesitation. The rubbing caused Song Yiran a little pain. Licking and licking, not letting go of any place, the stimulation made his scalp almost burst.

"Um... um, um..."

After a long time, Saiki Kusuo let him go.

"—This is punishment." He said lightly, "Don't play tricks next time."

Song Yiran gently stretched out his hand to caress his bitten lips, which were even more glamorous than ever before.

He raised his eyebrows and said, "Kusuo...don't you think this exchange of saliva is disgusting?"

——…

Withdrawing his thoughts, Saiki Kusuo put away the ticket stub and put it in the exercise book.

——Sometimes he was glad that he couldn't hear Song Yiran's heartfelt voice, and sometimes he was upset because of this.

——Song Yiran...what on earth are you thinking?

He didn't see any disgust in Song Yiran when he was hugged by him, even for that sudden kiss, his reaction was very calm.

——Because I can't figure it out, I feel that... I can't catch it.

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He stuffed the exercise book back into the drawer, and took out the ring from a hidden compartment.

——That... Song Yiran didn't accept the ring.

The ring has a faint silver color, and there is some faint gold when viewed from the side - it is made of a special rare material.

—He suddenly had an impulsive thought.

[It was finally made, so it's a pity to leave it like this. 】Qi Munan thought ambitiously, put the ring in his palm, bent down and pressed his left hand to the ground, and teleported.

The scene changed suddenly, and Saiki Kusuo suddenly came to an empty room.

The suitcase was in an open state, and the clothes inside were scattered, showing that the owner had just returned and hadn't had time to sort it out in the future.

Saiki Kusuo's ears moved slightly.

sound of water.

The sound of lingling water resounded in the bathroom, then stopped abruptly.

Saiki Kusuo seemed to be calmly sitting on the stool next to the desk, waiting quietly.

The bathroom door opened slowly.

The black-haired boy was wrapped in a light blue bathrobe, his skin was fair, and there were still dewdrops on his thin chest, like flowers just waking up in the morning.

His expression was tired, his crow-feather-like eyelashes trembled slightly, and when he saw Saiki Kusuo, his eyes widened slightly.

"... Kusuo?"

"Yeah." Saiki Kusuo still looked indifferent, but clenched his right hand tightly.

"You... why are you here?"

"Teleportation." Saiki Kusuo said lightly.

"..." Song Yiran held his forehead and said helplessly, "...Japan is only three hours away from China by plane... I remember we... just said goodbye four hours ago, right?"

"Ah."

"Did I tell you that I don't plan to rely on you anymore?"

"Ah."

"Then why... are you here?"

"...I just don't want it to go to waste." Saiki Kusuo slowly spread his five fingers, and the small and exquisite ring was still lying in his palm. After thinking about it, he added, "Don't think too much about it."

He put the ring on Song Yiran's desk, and left immediately.

Song Yiran wiped his black hair, and came to the table to play with the ring.

"Although I am very grateful for your kindness... But I really don't intend to rely on you."

He murmured, chuckled again, and put it in the box.

——Let’s not meet again.

The next night.

"...Why are you here again?"

"Mom asked me to bring you a bento."

Third night.

"... Kusuo?"

"Student Teruhashi asked me to give you her bracelet."

night of the fourth day.

"..."

"Kaito-san asked me to bring you his bandage—as a token."

…………

The night of the Nth day.

"...Is there anything else?"

"... Hmm." It seemed that he couldn't find a suitable excuse.

Suddenly thought of something, Saiki Kusuo said: "We met... This is our fate. It cannot be terminated at will."

Song Yiran looked into his serious eyes, held his forehead and said, "It's up to you."

Saiki Kusuo slightly bent his lips, and then regained his indifferent expression.

——This is an unbreakable fate created by me.

— No matter what you think, we will always be together.

A long time later, Qi Mu Kusuo turned out the villain Song Yiran drew in his exercise book.

He scans it every day with the ability to go back in time, and the tentacle portrait is still lifelike.

"You're so boring... Kusuo." The black-haired boy twitched the corners of his mouth.

"No, actually I really want to practice it." Qi Mu Kusuo held Song Yiran's hand, the ring on his left hand reflected light slightly.

——This ring was researched by Song Yiran, and it has anti-shielding effects.

In an instant, in Song Yiran's eyes, the suppressor on Qi Mu Nanxiong's head became the honey ♂♂♂ tentacles ♂ that he once drew, and it twisted and wrapped around his arm.

"Hmm?... Mmm, Mmm..."

"Do you like it? Tentacle play." Qi Mu Kusuo lightly caressed Song Yiran's delicate cheek, deepening his kiss.

--we will be together forever.