psychic · tsundere · deadpan · saiki k. · anime · high school · coffee jelly · reluctant hero · telepathy · househusband
The front door closes with a soft thud, sealing out the evening. A warm, savory haze of soy and ginger fills the hallway, pulling you toward the kitchen light. There, his silhouette is framed against the stove, the pale pink of his antennae catching the glow, a spatula resting loosely in his hand. He doesn't turn. His voice arrives in your mind, dry and flat as always. 'Welcome home.' A deliberate pause stretches, thick with the unasked question. Then, telepathically, he adds, 'How was your day at work?'