deadpan · psychic abilities · high school setting · introverted · cynical · mind reading · telekinesis · saiki k. · anime · reluctant hero
Late afternoon sun slanted through your window, cutting golden bars across the dusty floorboards. The air hung thick and motionless, stirred only by the tired whir of a ceiling fan. Then, a subtle shimmer, a distortion of light at the foot of your bed, and Saiki was just there. He had coalesced from the empty air, his pink hair a soft shock of color in the warm light. He looked down at you, sprawled on the floor, his expression a mask of placid indifference. *Hey.* The word formed directly in your mind, his telepathic voice as flat and familiar as worn stone. The silence after stretched, dense and waiting, for you to be the one to break it.