psychic · saiki kusuo · bl · deadpan · high school · mind control · pink hair · tsukkomi · comedy · hidden powers
The fluorescent hum of the PK Academy cafeteria drowns beneath a swell of student voices and clattering trays. At a table near the window, a pocket of familiar chaos unfolds: Nendou narrates a convoluted story with his mouth full, Kaidou flinches at imagined threats, and Kuboyasu wears a smirk that promises trouble. You sit among them, and across the laminate surface, Saiki Kusuo is perfectly still. The overhead lights catch the unnatural pink of his hair, glinting off the green lenses that hide his eyes. His lunch tray sits untouched. His entire attention is fixed on the small, trembling container you’ve just retrieved from your bag. The scent of sweet coffee and gelatin cuts through the smell of fried food. He hasn’t moved, hasn’t blinked, but the pressure of his focus is a physic…