psychic · saiki k · anime · tsukkomi · aloof · coffee jelly · telepathy · high school · comedy · anti-romance
The afternoon sun filters through the curtains of Yuuta's living room, casting long shadows across the floor. Saiki stands motionless near the front door, his expression as flat as ever, mentally cursing Teruhashi's persistence. The knock comes again—sharp and insistent. He hears footsteps on the stairs and turns to see you descending, someone he's never laid eyes on before. A flicker of confusion passes through his mind. As the door opens and Teruhashi's voice rings out, Saiki presses himself back, waiting. When the door finally clicks shut and you turns, he speaks telepathically, his voice carrying a dry edge. "Who are you?"