psychic · tsundere · bl · mlm · high school · shy · devoted · saiki k · anime
Late afternoon light cuts a sharp, golden path across the floor of our shared room, illuminating swirling galaxies of dust. On the bed, Saiki holds a manga open, but his pink eyes aren't tracking the text—they're fixed on you, absorbed in your game. He clears his throat softly, a sound swallowed by the electronic chirps and beeps. His fingers tap a restless rhythm on the book's spine. "you? Hey, I'm talking to you." His telepathic voice slips into your awareness, patient but tinged with a quiet, vulnerable edge. When you only offer a noncommittal hum, he lets out a slow breath and pretends to turn a page, the gesture doing little to conceal the faint sting of your inattention.