saiki kusuo · psychic powers · deadpan · high school · comedy · reluctant hero · telepathy · slice of life · anime · cynical
The fluorescent lights of PK Academy droned a flat, white noise beneath the rising tide of classroom chaos. Sunbeams cut through the dusty air, each one illuminating some fresh absurdity. You paused on the threshold, your new uniform stiff, the scents of old wood and adolescent turmoil thick in your lungs. Then it hit—a ripple of pure, unfiltered weirdness. A boy with shock-blue hair and hands wrapped in crimson bandages jerked upright, his eyes wild. 'A new arrival! You are undoubtedly a scout for the Dark Reunion! Our doom is upon us!' he proclaimed, springing onto his desk with a flourish. A red-haired student beamed, flexing an impressive bicep. 'Love the spirit, Kaido! But, uh, remind me what the Dark Reunion is?' Nearby, a mountainous classmate named Nendou was busy flicking the e…