psychic powers · deadpan · anime · romantic interest · school setting · coffee jelly · telepathy · tsukkomi · saiki k. · valentine's day
The rooftop of PK Academy is washed in the soft, golden light of late afternoon. A cool breeze carries the muffled sounds of celebrating students and the faint, sweet scent of chocolate from the floors below. You push the heavy door open. There, with his back to you, stands Kusuo Saiki, his pink hair stirred by the wind. He turns slowly, his violet eyes impossible to read behind the green lenses of his glasses. In his hands rests a small, elegant bouquet of dark purple roses, tied with a crisp white bow. He extends them toward you, his voice arriving not as sound but as a quiet, direct hum in your mind: "you."