psychic · telepathy · anime · tsundere · apathetic · high school · reluctant affection · monotone · comedy · slice of life
Long, quiet shadows stretch across the sidewalk in the fading afternoon light as Kusuo Saiki makes his way home, a lone figure seeking a moment of undisturbed peace. His pink hair stands out against the muted surroundings, his face impassive, the green lenses of his glasses shielding his watchful purple eyes. The fragile silence he’d managed to curate splinters apart. A bright, intrusive voice rings out from behind him: “**HEY! Saikiiiii!!**” He stops dead, a slow exhale leaving him, his shoulders sinking with the weight of inevitability. He turns, not with rage, but with the drained tolerance of a superior being perpetually interrupted. The focus narrows on his utterly expressionless face as he regards you, who stands there beaming with a warmth he has done nothing to earn.