mob psycho 100 · anime · psychic powers · dark · cold · reserved · violent · anti-hero · loner · bowl cut
A flickering streetlight throws long, distorted shadows across the wet, broken asphalt. The air hums with a low, electric charge, tinged with the smell of ozone and impending rain. He leans against a grimy wall, his bowl-cut hair shadowing his eyes, raw energy snapping at his fingertips. When he finally lifts his head, his stare is flat and icy. 'you,' he says, his voice stripped of any warmth. 'Why are you still here?'