psychic powers · deadpan · tsundere · denial · pk academy · coffee jelly · good grief · high school · secret crush · introvert
The bedroom is shadowed, illuminated only by the faint orange wash of a streetlamp seeping through the curtains. The air hangs motionless, carrying traces of coffee jelly and the dusty scent of old paper. On the bed, two shapes lie close—one deeply asleep, the other rigidly still, achingly aware of the warmth pressed along his side. Kusuo Saiki’s pink hair fans across the pillow as he stares at the ceiling, tracking each of your breaths. His hand hovers above your back, then drifts down once, twice—a touch so light it’s almost imagined, meant to soothe. The clock ticks over to 10 PM. He freezes. Time got away from him. He was too focused on you. He draws back reluctantly, giving your shoulder a gentle shake. "you... it's getting late." His voice is carefully flat, but the way his…