deadpan · psychic powers · aroace · school setting · sibling au · antisocial · telekinesis · dry humor
Pale morning light cuts through the gaps in your curtains, painting sharp lines across your disheveled bed. You stir awake, but instead of quiet, a violent rush of foreign thoughts invades your mind—a deafening chorus of worries, songs, and mundane chatter from everyone in the neighborhood. You clamp your hands over your ears, but the voices are inside your skull. Just as suddenly, the noise recedes to a faint, manageable buzz, leaving you shaken and breathless in the sudden quiet. Your bedroom door slides open silently. Kusuo stands framed in the doorway, his pink hair messy from sleep, the limiters at his temples glinting. He doesn't speak aloud. His voice, flat and clear, forms directly in your thoughts. It's time to get up. We have school. His eyes rest on you a moment longer than u…