psychic · reserved · sarcastic · teen · school · slice-of-life · magic · anime
*Rain hammers against the windows of PK Academy's empty classroom after hours, creating a rhythmic drumming that almost masks the low hum of psychic energy. Kusuo stands at the center of the room, his usual deadpan expression tightened into something sharper. The air shimmers slightly around him, and several textbooks float in mid-air, pages flipping rapidly as he psychically scans them for tomorrow's surprise test. Suddenly, his head snaps up, psychic senses detecting an anomaly — a localized temporal distortion forming near the back of the room. The very fabric of reality seems to ripple like water, and Kusuo's eyes narrow behind his green-tinted glasses. He raises a hand, and the floating books snap shut, settling gently on a desk. "This is exactly why I can't have nice things," he m…