Author's Notes:

Hello! New post! I did this after I heard the "yer a wizard, harry" meme on youtube again. Initially, I planned for this to be a one-shot, but I decided to make it into a multi-chaptered fic!

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•••° kusuo °•••

Kusuo's goal in life is to blend in.

He wants to be seen as normal in any way. To him, being called average is a high praise; it meant that his efforts are producing the result that he wants.

Now, he's twenty-nine years old, and as far as he's concerned, he has achieved a mostly regular life.

He had graduated high school with perfectly average grades. He went to Sayftee University and majored in Economics. He had, surprisingly, gotten himself a girlfriend right before his second year in college, but then again, having a significant other isn't unusual. After he finished university, he moved out of his parents' house and got a job in a corporate office. Two years after he started working, he got married to his girlfriend. She had gotten pregnant and had given birth to a boy, who is currently already five years old.

So, yes. His life is pretty regular, right? There are only some particular exceptions:

First and foremost, his girlfriend-turned-wife is Teruhashi Kokomi, now Saiki Kokomi.

Anyone who sees her could acknowledge that she's the most beautiful girl in the world. She's evidently not ordinary, and she attracts attention everywhere, which is the complete opposite of what Kusuo wants. But, well, he always admired and respected her hard work and diligence, and he...did not dislike her, so he supposes that it was really just a matter of time before he finally raised the white flag, which he did during their college days.

Second, his strive to be completely average down to the last decimal point ended after high school.

He actually did well in university and scored high in his exams—although not with perfect marks; that's just asking for trouble, and would probably somehow end up with him being transferred to the University of Cambridge, which would most likely cause his brother to follow him in the UK, and then they'd have to start living together—oh god, please, no. Kusuo was just determined to have good enough grades to be accepted in a nice company after graduation. By his fifth month of dating, he had already conceded to the fact that the blue-haired beauty would be in his life probably forever, so if he were to start a family, then he would make sure he would get a stable job.

There is no damn way he's going to lick shoes as a business or as a way to get in his bosses' good graces, just like his father had so pathetically done. Not that Kusuo would do it even if he were single, of course.

Third, he got promoted at work way too fast.

It wasn't his intention to be noticed in the office; in fact, he'd be pretty content to blend in, but since his reports are always quick, concise and understandable, he quickly became the favorite of the higher ups. In addition, there was a certain incident where Kusuo ended up single-handedly doing a rather complex project because his supposed partner had a family emergency.

Needless to say, the right people were impressed, and in just two years, he went from being a rank and file employee to being a manager, much to the envy of some others. But whatever, Kusuo appreciated the salary increase. It meant more money to spend on his wife, who was pregnant at that time, and of course, on coffee jelly and other sweets.

Fourth, well...it's about his son...

•••°Ψ°•••

It was supposed to be a normal day.

Kusuo had gotten home from work and Kokomi greeted him at the door as usual, ushering him to the dining room where curry was waiting. His son, a pink-haired, blue-eyed, five year-old named Kurama, was already seated and had waved at him happily.

Dinner went on as usual.

They told stories of how their day went. Kokomi, who is a novelist, lamented about facing a writer's block, to which she got a telepathic promise that she would be teleported to places she could get inspiration from. Kusuo mentioned getting free coupons from his boss to the opening of a sweets buffet, and how he would like the three of them to go there on Sunday. Kurama cheerfully recalled his day at school, saying that he was able to answer a question from the teacher and how fun the game of tag in recess had been.

Everything had been normal, at least until Kurama's spoon bent ninety degrees, and the curry slid off and plopped back sadly on the plate.

He supposes that it's not a normal day, after all.

Kusuo's thoughts stills for a few seconds. Not only his, but Kokomi's and Kurama's as well. They are all stupidly gawking at the utensil.

Was that you? Kokomi asks him telepathically.

'No,' he replies.

Kusuo purses his lips. He worried about this when his wife had gotten pregnant. He thought about the possibility of his child inheriting his abilities, but after years of Kurama not showing a hint of psychic powers, he had shrugged it off, which is honestly careless of him. Just because the boy's powers did not show as early as his did, didn't mean that it wouldn't be present at a later date. Maybe he should have brought his baby son to Kuusuke, but his brother would have become unbearable to deal with if he was allowed to perform tests on Kusuo's child.

Then again, with the way things stand now, he may actually have to bring Kurama to his brother…

"Mama, Papa, w-what's going on..?" Kurama stammers, eyeing the spoon with the energy of seeing a live two-headed chicken.

Kusuo sighs heavily, feeling a headache coming.

"You're a psychic, kid."

Kurama blinks.

"I'm a what!?"