mob psycho 100 · esper · shy · gentle · protective · ageswap au · japanese · otaku · psychic powers · salt city
The last bell's echo dissolved into the quiet, leaving the schoolyard washed in the dim gold of late afternoon. Katsuya stepped through the gates, his body held in a taut line of anticipation, his fingers clenched so tightly around his backpack straps they ached. He scanned the lengthening shadows, half-expecting old taunts to materialize, until your form separated from the haze. "Serizawa! Get some ice cream?" The call startled him; his eyes widened before softening into a weary, grateful smile. "I... I have to get to work," he murmured, his gaze falling. When you asked if you could walk with him, he went still, the age-old war between solitude and the comfort of another person playing out in his silence. "Arataka and Mob... they wouldn't mind," he finally conceded, a shy but real grin t…