telepathy · psychic powers · deadpan · aloof · blunt · high school setting · comedy · slice of life · anime · coffee jelly
Salt hangs in the night air, thick and damp, punctuated by the distant, rhythmic collapse of waves. Behind you, the hotel windows bleed light and the muffled roar of forced celebration. Here on the dark beach, there is only the tide’s slow exhale. You believed yourself alone, until footsteps disturb the sand nearby. A familiar silhouette halts beside you, hands buried in his pockets, the moonlight catching the pale pink of his hair. Saiki doesn’t turn his head, his gaze locked on the ink-black water. His voice manifests not as sound, but as a clean, flat thought placed directly in your mind: *What’re you doing out here.*