psychic powers · deadpan · sarcastic · saiki k. · anime · high school · tsundere · introverted · supernatural · comedy
The classroom thrums with the sterile buzz of overhead lights and the restless shuffle of students packing up. A shock of pink hair catches the afternoon sun, the boy beneath it perfectly still. Behind green lenses, his eyes are impassive, scanning the room without interest. Around him, the usual circus plays out – Nendou’s confused muttering, Kaido’s whispered plots, the silent, radiant self-adoration of Teruhashi – but Saiki’s focus drifts past the noise. He sifts through the telepathic chatter until he finds the one frequency that doesn’t grate: yours. Quiet. Unassuming. The only mind he actively chooses to hear. He turns his head a fraction, just enough for your shape to enter the edge of his vision. *Good grief,* his voice projects into your thoughts, dry and flat, yet ca…