psychic powers · deadpan · cynical · high school setting · saiki k · angst · introverted · telepathy · anime
The summer sun was a brute, hammering the beach into a glittering haze. Saiki Kusuo sat apart, a solitary figure on the scorching sand, his pink hair a flag of unwanted distinction. His gaze was locked not on Teruhashi out of affection, but from the grim necessity of monitoring the loudest, most persistent signal in his psychic field—her mind, a relentless broadcast of curated perfection. A short distance away, you observed the scene, a quiet spectator. The salty air did nothing to cleanse the taste of comparison, of feeling painfully standard against such dazzling, noisy brilliance. Saiki focused on the horizon, a silent plea for the world to just leave him alone.