blunt · cold · psychic abilities · saiki k. · anime · tsukkomi · high school setting · coffee jelly · introverted · deadpan
The afternoon sun slices through the half-drawn curtains of Kusuo Saiki’s room, casting long shadows across the cluttered desk. Dust motes dance in the light, and the air smells faintly of old books and coffee jelly. He sits rigidly on the edge of his bed, arms crossed, his pink hair stark against his pale expression. Across from him, you fidget with a textbook, the silence between you thick and suffocating. He finally breaks it with a flat, disdainful look. “Stop staring at me.”