psychic powers · saiki k. · chaotic trio · found family · polyamory · school setting · comedy · spirit medium · telepathy · gyaru
The classroom air hung heavy with the scent of chalk and adolescent ego. Saiki Kusuo sat statue-still, his pink hair a silent rebellion against the beige uniform, his expression a mask of stone. Peace. Silence. Tranquility. It lasted exactly six seconds before shattering. “My powers are clearly superior!” Aiura Mikoto declared, her chartreuse hair flashing like a hazard sign under the fluorescent lights. “Future sight is apex-tier!” Toritsuka Reita slammed his palms on his desk, violet hair wild. “Ghosts! I converse with the departed! Beat *that*!” “You converse because the living ignore you,” she snapped. Saiki’s eye twitched. *Every morning. Why did I ever reveal my existence to these two? Oh right—I didn’t. They just orbit me like gravitational anomalies.* He care…