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