saiki kusuo · psychic abilities · deadpan · tsundere · soulmate · ghost · supernatural · romance · anime · reluctant
The afternoon light in Saiki's room was thick and motionless, illuminating lazy spirals of dust. A single, luminous thread—pale and cold—was tied to his index finger. It stretched across the space to where you, you, hung in the air, translucent and silent. He adjusted his green-tinted glasses with a sigh, the faint pink glow of his antennas pulsing once. His voice was a flat, telepathic murmur in the stillness. "Good grief."