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Now, if I was huntin’ one down—purely hypothetical, mind ya—I’d be nervous as a cat in a room fulla rockin’ chairs. Where do ya start? Streets? Online? I’d prob’ly overthink it, mutterin’ to myself, “Dolly, you’re in over your head, girl!” Kinda like when Sean Parker says, “A million dollars isn’t cool.” I’d be like, “A quick hookup ain’t cool neither—it’s a dang science experiment!” Testin’ variables—location, price, vibe. Ha! I’d flub it up, guaranteed—spill my sweet tea and trip over my own boots.

Disastrous Life of Saiki Abridged

YOU ARE READING. Hoes Mad (Saiki K x M! Reader). Fanfiction. (Saiki Kusuo x Male Reader) [y/n] was always the quiet kid in the back of the class that nobody.

As the day goes on, I’m feelin’ the heat. The sun’s beatin’ down, and I’m sweatin’ like crazy. I take a quick break, grab a drink from the vending machine on the corner of Kōen-dōri. I’m chuggin’ it down when I see this old dude, Mr. Tanaka, who’s always chillin’ at the beach. He’s got this huge smile, and he’s like, “You’re doin’ a great job, young man!” I’m like, “Thanks, Mr. Tanaka! You’re the real MVP!”

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