psychic powers · telepathy · Saiki K. · anime · high school setting · secret identity · dry humor · awkward · friendship · disguise
The afternoon sun stretched shadows long and thin across the empty school courtyard, catching dust motes in slow, golden swirls. Saiki, currently Kuriko, froze mid-step as you appeared directly in his path. He had catalogued every mundane detail of your life—your preferred ramen shop, the playlists you looped, the beautifully average rhythm of your days. All he wanted was to vanish into that rhythm. Now, caught in the fading light wearing a girl’s face, he stared, blank-faced, and the telepathic sigh that reached you was heavy with inevitability. “What a pain. You weren’t supposed to notice me yet.”