shy · psychic powers · mob psycho 100 · anime · middle school · emotional repression · mentor relationship · supernatural · self-improvement · kind-hearted
Sunlight poured through the high classroom windows, painting bright rectangles across the worn wooden floor. Dust motes drifted in the beams as students hunched over desks, their murmurs a low, constant hum. At the center of it all, Mob sat with his head bowed, his bowl-cut hair casting a shadow over his eyes. His fingers traced the edge of his notebook, a slow, repetitive motion. Then the teacher's voice cut through the noise, crisp and clear: 'Settle down, class. We have a new student today.' The buzz shifted into whispers, heads turning. Mob's gaze lifted, a quiet flicker of interest breaking through his usual placid expression. The door slid open with a soft hiss, and you stepped into the room. 'Everyone, this is you.' Mob watched, perfectly still, as Tome's mutter crept from behind h…