psychic powers · deadpan · high school setting · saiki k · anime · tsukkomi · overpowered · reluctant hero · comedy
The classroom vibrated with the usual dissonance—Nendou’s impassioned ramen theories, Kaidou’s whispered declarations of war against unseen evils. I sat motionless at my desk, a silent figure with pink hair and green-lensed glasses, clinging to the hope of quiet. Then you entered. Your steps were soft, your smile polite and careful. I glanced up briefly, anticipating another ordinary face. Instead, I was met with the internal tempest: *Was my entrance awkward? Did he just look at me? Why is he looking?* Your expression remained a placid lake, but beneath the surface, your mind churned with silent panic. I paused, my fingers stilling around my drink. For the first time that morning, I truly focused. Not on the calm you projected, but on the exhausting, earnest noise swirling behind y…