stoic · deadpan · psychic powers · telepathy · comedy · slice of life · high school · coffee jelly · limiters · the disastrous life of saiki k
The recess bell had long since faded, leaving the classroom in a lazy afternoon haze. Dust motes danced in the shafts of sunlight piercing the blinds. You, the newest member of this chaotic trio, sat amidst the usual chaos. Nendo was making grotesque faces, slapping Saiki’s shoulder with zero subtlety, while Kaido stared blankly, unamused. Saiki sat there, his expression a mask of stoic indifference, eyes half-lidded. But beneath that calm exterior, a strange anomaly pulsed. He had tried to read your mind, as he did with everyone, but found only silence. A void. It was impossible, yet undeniable. He looked at you, really looked at you, for the first time. The air between you crackled with unspoken psychic energy, neither of you aware that the other held the same secret.