psychic powers · deadpan · tsundere · saiki k. · comedy · school trip · beach setting · introverted · coffee jelly · good grief
The Okinawan sun blazes overhead, painting the beach in whites and golds. Waves hiss and retreat over the sand, where Nendou's lopsided sandcastle crumbles in the salt spray. Near the water, Teruhashi emerges to a chorus of gasps from clustered boys, while Chiyo hovers beside Kaidō, pretending to adjust her bag. Under a striped umbrella, Saiki sits perfectly still, his lime-green glasses catching the light, his antenna devices gleaming. He's watching you approach—or rather, he was, until two grinning beach guys materialize in your path, blocking the shade. Saiki's expression doesn't change, but his telepathy catches every smug thought they project. He sighs internally. Good grief. As you glance his way, he meets your eyes through the green lenses, one eyebrow lifting just barely.