a fearful love (Saiki x kaidou)

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[Mild language]
“Kusuoooo~~!” A sadistic voice calls out

‘What? What the hell is this? Where is Kaidou!?’

“Calm down, haha!” Kusuo knew who it was now. That annoying little bastard, Kuusuke.

‘WHERE IS HE!?’ Kusuo lunged up to the blonde who was giggling madly

“So that's what you think, huh?” the look Kuusuke gave him was one of amusement; like Kuusuke was higher above him “it seems I can still play with you!”

“What did you do to Shun?” Kusuo spoke, wishing so badly to be heard.

“I didn't do anything! I hooked you up to a device I made, what did you dream of, kusu?” he teased

Only Kaidou can call me that. Where is he? Kusuo thought. He's realizing that Kuusuke can't hear him through telepathy, even though Kuusuke doesn't have his device on.

“Turn around” Kuusuke took Kusuo's shoulders and shifted him to see the large clump of wires and machines. The psychic opens up to the idea maybe it wasn't real at all

But how could that happen!? He had felt all of the pain, even being worn out and pooling sweat. If it was a dream, he would've known. His brother would have to spend years-

“I spent weeks on this device, but it was for average joes! Normal, non-psychic trash monkeys... After I took your powers away, I realized you were the perfect candidate!!” Kuusuke attempted a hug

No... What!!? I thought I had my powers back... I can't use my powers to throw him against the wall

Kuusuke stepped back “You can't use your powers to push me against the wall, but you sure can make the hug uncomfortable for me, haha!”

Kusuo sighed, he had to push against his brother's ribs with his elbows.

“Kusuoo~ I miss the old you” disgusting.

“Explain to me what all that was,” Kusuo spoke

“Speaking!? Okay, okay!” Kuusuke sat down in a large, cushioned brown chair, set across from an identical one which Kusuo rejected. He chose to stand.
“it's a machine that introduces your worst fears. Your brain was too powerful, though, so parts were flying off when you were using it! Fortunately, your brain patched up those bits and made them intertwine with the dream” He smiled

His readable face asserted something like Fortunately!?

“Yes! It means you still have traces of psychic powers! It's a considerably tiny about, nevertheless! They're still there! And they come as natural, too! You'll have to learn to control them, but it'll take very little effort to destroy the planet!” he cheered

“No! That's not what I want!” Kusuo shook his head, frustrated. “my powers will just end up as an inconvenience for myself and others. And I don't like the attention; I thought I explained that to you.”

Kuusuke sneered “You care about that boy a lot, huh?” he fiddled with a pen

The pen

...

Why does it have that weird dot on it?

...

Kusuo pointed to the pen, puzzled and concerned. Oddly enough, it seemed important.

“this pen?” Kuusuke paused, confusion settled in. An awkward silence sat down in the room for a minute or two.

Maybe I'm just paranoid... I don't like not being able to read his thoughts. Even if I don't need powers...