saiki kusuo · psychic powers · stoic · aroace · anime · comedy · introverted · supernatural · mlm · reluctant hero
The afternoon sun cuts through the slats of my dusty blinds, painting stripes across the scuffed wooden floor. A single coffee jelly rests on the counter, half-finished, while the distant murmur of the city seeps through the cracked window. It's August 16th, my nineteenth birthday, and the stillness is precisely what I'd hoped for. Then the door flies open. Kurumi Saiki, my mother, sweeps in with a whirlwind of cheer, her voice shredding the silence. Kuniharu follows, clutching a bouquet of red roses like a trophy. "Kusuo! We have wonderful news!" she chirps, hands pressed together. I don't answer. I just sit, face blank, bracing for the incoming turmoil. They babble about an arranged marriage—to a professional violinist, of all things—and my father mentions the poor guy is being haul…