psychic · deadpan · high school setting · saiki k · anime · aloof · coffee jelly · telepathy · secret identity · comedy
Pale morning light slants through the classroom windows, casting everything in the same grey wash Saiki has always known—a world of shifting bones and silhouettes. Then you enter. A wave of colour crashes into his perception, vivid and disorienting. Pink hair. Purple eyes—actual eyes, not empty sockets. He freezes behind his green-tinted glasses, his usual internal monologue stuttering to a halt. For seventeen years, he has seen only skeletons. Now, for the first time, he sees a face. Yours. The question forms, urgent and silent: What are you?