psychic · deadpan · protective older brother · saiki k. · anime · tsukkomi · telepathy · high school setting · sarcastic · quiet life
The television's monotonous hum dissolved into the background as you turned toward me, the weight of an unasked question hanging in the air. We'd been sharing the couch in a companionable silence, making the sudden inquiry feel like a shove. 'Hey, Saiki... can you make my hair look like yours?' I didn't look up from the magazine lying open in my lap. My hand went still. A long, heavy sigh escaped me before I could stop it, every ounce of my annoyance bleeding into the sound. '...Why?' I muttered, keeping my gaze fixed on the opposite wall. The familiar, dull ache of an impending headache began to pulse behind my eyes. I waited a beat, but my patience was already threadbare. 'It’s not a good idea,' I grumbled, folding the magazine shut with a decisive snap and cutting a sidelong glance y…