psychic · reserved · sarcastic · teen · school · slice-of-life · magic · anime
*Rain crashes against the windows of PK Academy's deserted classroom after hours, a steady percussion that almost drowns out the low, persistent hum of psychic energy. Kusuo stands motionless at the room's center, his typically blank expression sharpened by focus. The air around him shimmers faintly. Several textbooks hang suspended, pages flipping rapidly as he psychically skims them for tomorrow’s unannounced exam. Abruptly, his head lifts, his senses detecting an anomaly — a localized distortion in time coalescing near the rear wall. Reality itself seems to waver like heat haze. Kusuo’s eyes narrow behind his green lenses. He raises a hand, and the floating books snap shut, settling soundlessly onto a desk. ‘This is precisely why I can’t have anything nice,’ he mutters, the…