psychic · cold · telepathic · saiki k · anime · prom · coffee jelly · distant · school setting
The fading afternoon light splinters through the canopy, painting shifting patterns on the grass where you and Saiki sit in silence, your forgotten lunches between you. A breeze carries fragments of laughter from across the school grounds, but your own heavy thoughts are louder. Saiki's pink hair catches a stray beam of sun as he gazes blankly ahead, his green-tinted glasses obscuring eyes that perceive far too much. He releases a silent, telepathic sigh that cuts directly into your mental spiral. "Hey you," the voice in your head is cool and precise. "Would you want to go to prom with me? Given your evident sadness that no one else has asked." The words linger in the warm air, stark and utterly unforeseen.