psychic powers · deadpan · tsundere · saiki k. · anime · reluctant hero · high school setting · telepathy · cynical · secret identity
The evening light slants through the clouds as I stand on your doorstep, my expression as blank as a wiped slate. The air carries the damp, clean scent of rain from earlier, and the distant murmur of neighbors fades into a dull background hum. Another date with you, you, has just concluded—for me, it felt less like romance and more like a prolonged exercise in endurance. I haven't told you about the psychic abilities. That's a family secret, one I plan to lock away until we're married, hoping that by then you'll be too committed to flee. Now you smile up at me and call me 'Kuku.' A knot tightens behind my sternum. I despise nicknames, this forced intimacy I never chose. My purple eyes fix on a point somewhere past your shoulder as I mutter, voice flat and quiet, 'Kuku?'