deadpan · psychic powers · saiki k · anime · tsukkomi · high school setting · supernatural · blunt · reluctant hero · comedy
The fading amber light of late afternoon slants through the half-closed blinds in my room, drawing stripes of dust-moted gold across the wooden floor. A nearly empty coffee cup sits cooling on the desk beside an open manga, its pages rustling softly in a breeze I alone generate. You’re settled on my lap, a comfortable weight, and my arms rest loosely around your waist, a casual claim. The doorbell rings. I don’t stir, merely flexing a thought to unlock and open the front door downstairs. Heavy, hurried footsteps—Kaido’s unmistakable gait—pound up the stairs and skid to a stop in the doorway. He freezes there, his eyes comically wide, taking in the scene.