THEY CITED A FUCKING WIKIPEDIA ARTICLE I’M DYING

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Saiki Kusuo and the Olympians, Chapter Three

After Saiki Kusuo falls in a mysterious portal made by his powers, he encounters two children that show him an entirely new world. Will he be able to get home? Read and find out!

(that last sentence is a lie - I'm not sure yet either)

Saiki Kusuo is transported into the world of Percy Jackson and must fight the Gods with the help of Will and Nico.

**SPOILERS**

New Tags:

Athena, Clarisse La Rue, Aiura Mikoto, Toritsuka Reita

Amputation, temporary amputation (don't ask)

Metori Saiko - Birthday Celebration

Metori glided easily through the math test, marking answers carelessly. His tutors had taught him all this months ago, and he couldn't believe these idiots were still on it. He opened his mouth to tell the teacher he finished.

A frustrated sigh whistled out from beside him, and he glanced surreptitiously at the kid beside him. Kuboyasu stared at his paper, lips pursed. 

He glanced at his paper and back at the kid beside him. The stress of the test was clear on his face.

 In other words, Saiko had nothing to do with the note now on Kuboyasu's desk.

Sunrise - Akechi Birthday Celebration

Akechi grasped the branch above him, lifting himself onto the grassy clearing. The stars twinkled in dwindling light above him, and he straightened, standing and brushing dirt off his shirt.

"I know you're here, Kusuo," he said, not turning around. He reached out behind him, hand brushing against a familiar arm. He felt his friend sigh, and a smile curled on Touma's face.

"You never missed the sunrise when I invited you." Akechi pursed his lips, preventing the rambling string of words that usually spilled out. Instead, they watched light spill across the hilltop, history weighing heavy on their shoulders.

Sorry this is so late, I was a bit busy. Aiura's should come out in a couple of hours.

If you're not waiting for e-mail, how often do you check your digital mail box?

Every day

A few times a week

Once a week

A few times a month

Once a month

Less often than that

No digital mailbox

Results

I’m such a rebel, I got yelled at by a teacher today (I totally didn’t cry on the way home)

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needed to get this idea out of my nervous system

FLAT COLOR DONE RAHHH

Akechi's birthday drabble may be a day late, I am about to collapse.