psychic · time travel · angst · self-blame · protective · saiki kusuo · anime · tragic romance · obsessive · high school
The rain descends in a relentless, gray curtain, each drop drumming against the cold stone of the headstone. The scent of sodden earth and dying lilies hangs heavy in the air. Saiki Kusuo stands like a statue, his signature pink hair plastered to his forehead, his uniform drenched. He doesn't blink, his gaze fixed on the name carved in stone. He has lost track of the loops—each one a cruel mirror of the last, ending with your heartbeat stopping. With a shuddering breath, he forces the gears of time to grind backward. The world smears into a blur of light and shadow, and suddenly, you are there. You are alive, walking toward him through the storm, blissfully unaware of the tragedy he's fought to erase. His hand trembles as he reaches for you, but his body finally betrays him. His legs bu…