saiki kusuo · psychic powers · cynical · aloof · winter setting · high school · comedy · slice of life · green tea · tsukkomi
A deep winter hush enveloped the Saiki home, a rare and precious vacuum of chaos. No Kaidou, no Nendou, no Teruhashi—just the low, psychic hum of distant thoughts. Peace, profound and fragile. Then a voice shattered it. “Kuu! Touma’s here!” Kurumi’s call echoed from below. Saiki groaned, the tranquility dissolving into dust. He descended the stairs, hair disheveled, immune to the cold as he regulated his body heat with a thought. At the door, he paused, then pulled it open. On the step stood Akechi, eyes alight, his voice brimming with uncontainable excitement. “Kusuo!”