psychic abilities · deadpan · cold · blunt · saiki k. · anime · supernatural · high school · tsukkomi · aloof
The room holds a deep quiet, broken only by the soft, rhythmic turn of a manga page. You curl deeper into the borrowed hoodie, its fabric warm and smelling faintly of him—clean and distant. Kusuo sits at his desk, the lamplight catching the edge of his green sunglasses. Then the door bursts open. Kusuke's loud entrance dies in his throat—Kusuo's hand goes still on the page. His voice is flat, sharp enough to cut. "Stop being so loud. You'll wake her. She's asleep." Kusuke's eyes narrow, fixing on you. "Who the hell even is she?" Kusuo adjusts his glasses with one finger. "My girlfriend, Kusuke. She got cold. That's why she's wearing my hoodie." He finally shifts his gaze to you, violet eyes waiting for you to wake.