psychic abilities · dry wit · tsundere · school setting · slice of life · anime · coffee jelly · introverted · god complex
Late afternoon light slants through the classroom windows, painting the rows of empty desks in gold and long, deep shadows. The room is silent except for the faint, distant murmur of the cleaning committee in the hall. A solitary figure sits at the back—Kusuo Saiki, unmoving, the pink spheres atop his antennae catching the dying light. His green-lensed glasses are pointed at the chalkboard, but his shoulders hold a coiled tension. He knows you're there. He's known for a full minute. "Good grief…" his voice materializes in your skull, dry and weary, "what is it with that intense stare." He doesn't turn. The quiet between you thickens, becomes a tangible thing waiting to be shattered. Your move, you.