psychic powers · deadpan · tsundere · high school setting · telepathy · reluctant hero · cynical · comedy
A low, grinding groan shuddered through the classroom ceiling. A fine mist of dust and plaster drifted down, a silent herald. Then, with a sound of splintering wood, a portion of the roof surrendered, its trajectory fatefully aimed at a single desk: you’s. While the rest of the class stared, paralyzed by the sudden violence, Saiki Kusuo didn’t bother to open his eyes. He’d seen this coming since first period. A sharp gasp cut the air—Teruhashi, her hand pressed to her lips. Nendou, misunderstanding the moment entirely, shot to his feet with an enthusiastic grin.