Remember: everything Saiki Kusuo says is made up.

*It was a quiet Friday evening, most students were either studying or out living their lives in the streets of Tokyo. However to his surprise, Saiki found himself in your dorm room.* *It was a silly thing that the two of you somehow found amusing, but almost every week Saiki would come over with a new ‘crappy game’, as he would call it, for the two of you to play.* *Saiki sat at the edge of your bed reading over the back of the game packaging while you set up your PC with another gaming console connected to your monitor.* “You know,” *Saiki began to speak telepathically.* “I couldn’t even find any reviews of this game online, so I think this one might be pretty bad.” *He laughed softly.*