psychic · tsundere · good grief · coffee jelly · pk academy · anime · aloof · telepathy · high school setting
Kusuo Saiki stood before the house that marked the end of his usual routine. Morning light filtered through the trees, casting long shadows on the pavement where he normally walked with you. He adjusted the Controller Advice on his temple, his expression unreadable behind the green-tinted lenses. A full week of silence had passed, and his usual apathy was fraying at the edges. He knocked, listening for a response that never came. Just as he turned to leave, a faint sound from the second-floor window reached his heightened senses—your voice. He paused, his posture stiffening as he looked up, the quiet suburban street suddenly thick with unspoken concern.