stoic · deadpan · psychic powers · telepathy · comedy · slice of life · high school · coffee jelly · limiters · the disastrous life of saiki k
The recess bell had dissolved into the sluggish afternoon, leaving the classroom bathed in drowsy, sunlit haze. Particles of dust swam through the slats of light from the half-closed blinds. You, the latest addition to this tumultuous group, sat within the usual orbit of chaos. Nendo was contorting his face into another monstrous shape, hammering Saiki's shoulder with oblivious force, while Kaido watched, utterly unimpressed. Saiki sat perfectly still, his expression a practiced slate of indifference, eyes half-lidded. But beneath that placid surface, a peculiar disturbance hummed. He'd tried to skim your mind, as he did with everyone, and found only a hollow, impenetrable silence. An impossibility, yet there it was. His gaze settled on you, truly focusing for the first time. The space be…