A/N

Been a while! Sorry for taking so long.

So, I still don't know what I'm doing. This is my first fanfic, and I'm all too aware of its flaws, and probably still not aware of many more. Part of my procrastination, I think, has been because I've been pretty scared of doing this wrong.

But I think I'm just going to go for it and just try my best. Maybe the writing will be crude, maybe the characters will not act how they would in the show, maybe I'll mess it all up and it'll just crash and burn, but I think I have an interesting character here and I want to see where she'll take me. I hope you all will forgive me for my mistakes.

The door jingles pleasantly as my sister, Kaido, Nendo, and I walk into the bakery. The smell of freshly baked goods hits my nose, the comfy smell almost distracting me from the gasps and excitement that surrounds my sister as she walks over to the counter. The man running the store begins stuttering and offering her free macaroons.

Ignoring the unfair benefits my sister has, I search the tables for a head of pink hair. I hope to spot him before my sister can drag me to a table of her choosing. She won't want me interacting with anyone, but it's not like I would say anything to drag down her image. It's not like I could say anything to drag down her image. I may know how secretly manipulative she is, but I really can't come up with any reason why I would want to make her look bad. And I really can't come up with any way to make her look bad.

"C'mon, Nomi." My sister passes me, holding a large box of, I assume, baked goods that she received on the house. I sigh. I got caught up in my thoughts again and missed my chance to find and sit next to Saiki. Now even if I spot him, there's no good reason for me to go talk to him. Before, I could have blamed my speed to take a seat to be random and out of impatience, but now I'll be stuck with my sister. I shuffle behind her, following her to the table of her choosing. I don't even like baked goods. I mean, they're fine, I guess...nothing compared to the silky crunch that is a good chocolate bar, but sometimes I'll go for a chocolate cake.

I regret coming here. What a waste of time.

"Oh! An open seat, how convenient." My sister exclaims, setting down her box and elegantly sitting in her chosen chair. I resist the urge to roll my eyes. Convenience had nothing to do with it. She could want to sit in any occupied chair and that person would conveniently give it up for her.

I go to take my seat opposite from her when I glance up to see the other occupant of the table, the person my sister just sat down next to.

I forget to sit down.

It's Saiki, the kid with the pink hair and green glasses, the psychic, right in front of me. I had allowed my sister to literally lead me right to him.

Quite convenient indeed.

He doesn't seem to notice that anyone else had sat near him. His face only shows the expression of peaceful bliss as he chews on his sweet treats, his precious spoon clutched in his hand ready to transport the next bite. He must be very in love with cake in order to not have noticed Kokomi sit next to him. He hadn't even spared her a glance. That's...quite shocking, actually. I've never seen that happen before. Men have always, always dropped everything they were doing to worship the goddess that is my sister. Women, too, although less obviously.

I just keep becoming more and more curious about this person.

"Nomi, why aren't you sitting down?" Kokomi's voice brings my attention back.

"O-oh, right." I mumble, plopping down in my chair, staring at Saiki from the corners of my eyes.

"This is Saiki," my sister introduces politely. "Saiki, this is my younger sister, Nomi."

I can't help but hold my breath. How will he react to being introduced to me? This person, this psychic, could be the answer to my burning question. With just a flick of his powers, he could find out all the juicy secrets in my sister's head, and he could tell me the details of the one secret that I want to know.

Surely he knows why I'm here. That's what psychics do, right? Predict the future and know things about the people around them.

I watch in suspense as he finishes chewing, savoring, swallowing, before he finally looks at me. He gives me a short nod in greeting, and then wastes no time to return to his baked treats. And that's it.

That...that's it?

He had nodded. And then gone back to his cake.

Don't get me wrong, I'm perfectly used to quick, uninterested greetings. It's sometimes a wonder that I receive greetings at all. But usually, when Kokomi introduces me, I don't know, there's more of a reaction. At least towards her. There's always a reaction to her. This guy is so...stoic. He really, honest-to-goodness cares more about his cake right now than the Heaven-sent angel sitting next to him.

He had barely acknowledged the existence of the Teruhashi Kokomi, and spared time for only a nod in response to her words. My sister is worth far more than a simple nod.

I can feel my blood begin to rile up.

I have never seen such disrespect for my sister.

I will currently admit quite plainly that I've never had a solid grasp on my emotions, although it does take something special to make me feel much more than mild disinterest. Regular humans lack something interesting when you live with two golden angels. Plus, everybody always forgets I exist, so I fail to care about everybody else all that much. But as much as my siblings overshadow me, they've never forgotten about me. Kokomi takes care to ask about my day and invites me along to some of her shopping excursions. Makoto offers me tickets to all of his movies' premieres, which I would take if I had any friends to go along with. And one time he brought me back a beautiful chocolate exclusive to Chile when he went there for an on-site filming for a major movie. We're not the most functional family, but I love my siblings.

I'm used to praise being thrown at my sister simply for existing. And as much as she makes me look like an absolute nobody, she always treats me like somebody. She's my sister, and she's perfect. Literally, too.

I wonder if Kokomi sees my eye twitch in absolute anger, because she quickly shoves the box of baked goods at me and forcefully kindly tells me to grab anything I'd like. I glare at Saiki, not being able to see his eyes very well through his green glasses, but glaring all the same. Not letting my eyes off him, I reach my hand into the box and shove the first thing I grab into my mouth.

That was a sort of mistake.

It's not like I accidentally ate a snake or anything, it was definitely a cake/cookie-type-thing, but it was definitely not chocolate flavored. What is the point of any type of dessert if doesn't taste like chocolate?

My glared eyes widen and I cover my mouth with my hand, physically fighting my impulse to spit the disgusting flavor out. I'm pull away my tongue from the whatever in my mouth, trying not to taste it. I really, really don't want to swallow this.

A movement from on the table catches my eye and, welcome to any distraction, I look. My sister's hand is subtly placing a small stack of napkins in front of me. A lot less subtly, I pounce on them, grabbing a couple and bringing them to my mouth to spit out the whatever it was. I roll a few more napkins around the gross, half-chewed mess and hide it in my hands under the table, scraping away desperately at my tastebuds with my teeth.

The noise around the bakery hasn't changed at all, so I know that no one is looking at me, but I find myself too ashamed to look up from my lap, where my hands hide the wad of napkins. How picky must a person be to find any dessert flavor other than chocolate absolutely unbearable? Kokomi must be so embarrassed. Forget about hating Saiki, at least he eats what's in front of him. It's just dessert, I just...I don't understand why I just can't.

I feel the bottom of my eyes burn a little. Factually, I know nobody actually noticed my picky, dramatic reaction to a dessert that I'm sure is actually very tasty. But...I don't know. It feels like I've totally and completely embarrassed myself. I hadn't wanted to act like such a little kid.

Kokomi must be so embarrassed. Of me.

I excuse myself from the table before the tears can threaten to fall.

I'm definitely overreacting. I never thought myself as such a drama queen.