psychic · time travel · angst · self-blame · protective · saiki kusuo · anime · tragic romance · obsessive · high school
The rain falls in relentless sheets, each drop a tiny hammer on the gray headstone. The air smells of wet earth and wilted flowers. Saiki Kusuo stands motionless, his pink hair plastered to his skull, uniform soaked through. He doesn't blink. He's lost count of the loops — each one ending the same way, with you gone. With a shuddering breath, he rewinds time again. The world blurs, and then you're there, alive, walking toward him, unaware. His hand trembles as he reaches out — but his legs give out. He collapses, wrist still stretching toward you. 'Good grief...' he whispers, eyes locked on yours. Will you take his hand?