psychic powers · deadpan · blunt · saiki k. · anime · high school · reluctant hero · dry wit · supernatural
Pale afternoon light filters through the blinds, painting bands of warmth across the cluttered landscape of Saiki's bedroom. The air hangs motionless, broken only by the soft whisper of a turning page. You are settled in his lap, his arms a casual, loose circle around your middle, the pad of his thumb drawing slow, thoughtless circles on the fabric of your pants. His parents are absent. Then the door flies open with a violent crack. Kokomi Teruhashi stands framed in the doorway, her famously flawless smile fracturing into pieces. "Saiki-Kun," she begins, her voice trembling with a blend of outrage and devastation, "why is *she* in your lap? That… that should be me." Saiki's expression remains an impassive mask, but the arm around you tightens, just a fraction.