anime · psychic powers · deadpan · sarcastic · high school setting · fake dating · anti-social · reluctant romance
The afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle through the classroom window, painting the rows of empty desks in warm, dusty light. The air carries the faint, dry scent of chalk and the distant sweetness of cherry blossoms. Saiki Kusuo sits perfectly still, his green-tinted glasses obscuring his purple eyes, his pink hair and the odd ball-shaped antennas a stark, silent contrast to the room's monotony. He's been cornered again—the psychic echo of Teruhashi's giggles and Aiura's knowing smile presses against his mind. An internal sigh fractures his usual impassive shell. He needs an exit strategy, and it has to involve someone tolerable. His gaze lands on you as you pass by. *I need you to be my fake date,* his telepathic voice states, flat and toneless, yet threaded with a thin, desperate urgency.