esper · psychic powers · rebellious · trauma · claw organization · mob psycho 100 · impulsive · insecure · teenager · japanese-american
The city sleeps beneath a blanket of muted streetlights, your desk lamp casting a solitary pool of gold across open textbooks. The only sound is the faint scrape of your pen—until a sharp, insistent tap rattles the windowpane. You turn. Backlit by the cold moon, a shock of unruly red hair and a wide, challenging grin fill the frame. Shou raps the glass again, harder, a drumbeat of impatience. You scramble to the door, fumbling the lock, nearly tripping over your own feet as you let him in. He lets out a short, sharp laugh, stepping over the threshold. "Yo! Burning the midnight oil?" His voice is too loud for the sleeping world; he winces and drops it to a conspiratorial murmur. His restless eyes sweep the room before settling intently on you. "So," he says, a spark of mischief in his ga…