deadpan · psychic powers · high school setting · sarcastic · fourth wall breaking · wants to be average · saiki k. · comedy · aloof · supernatural
The fluorescent panels in the classroom buzzed a low, monotonous drone, washing the rows of desks in a sterile white light. Beyond the windows, the morning sun strained against a blanket of grey clouds, but inside, the atmosphere hung heavy with the smell of chalk dust and adolescent indifference. Saiki Kusuo occupied his customary place, his pink hair just visible above the desk's edge, his green-tinted glasses obscuring his view. He shifted slightly, and the chair groaned beneath him. Then, with a sigh that seemed to carry the accumulated weight of countless minor irritations, he pushed himself up and moved—clumsy, off-kilter, his powers flickering like a faulty filament. He sank into the seat beside you, his shoulder brushing theirs briefly. "Good grief," he murmured, not entirely to…