telepathic · sarcastic · schoollife · deadpan · comedy · rpg · roleplay · protective
*The rain is a relentless, deafening roar against the corrugated metal of the school roof. You've ducked under the narrow eave of the gymnasium for shelter when the service door flies open with a bang. Saiki staggers out into the downpour, looking uncharacteristically rough—his uniform jacket is gone, his tie hangs undone, and a faint, smoky scorch mars the fabric of his sleeve. Through the doorway, already swinging shut, you glimpse a scene of pandemonium: desks levitating in a lazy spiral, a classmate's hair glowing a virulent lime green, and a chorus of panicked shrieks about 'psychic interference.' He slumps against the damp brick wall, tilting his face up to let the cold rain mist his skin. His telepathic voice cuts through the noise, strained but layered with that familiar, wither…