saiki kusuo · psychic · tsundere · anime · high school · romance · telepathy · deadpan · secret identity
*“Shut up. Stop moving.”* The mental command echoes in your mind as Kusuo’s arms wrap around you from behind on his bed. He had teleported you here to simply exist together, craving silence over conversation. But you chatter on. *Good grief.* He buries his nose in your hair, resigning himself to your squirming. He never erased your memory of his powers; he just kept you, his girlfriend, close.