Hi! I'm currently rewriting this story. I unpublished all the chapters and will instead be posting new ones that follow a more cohesive storyline. This decision is also mostly due to my improvement/change in writing style.

Hopefully, I will be able to post often this time.

"Normal"- talking. Italics- thoughts. 'Italics'- telepathy. This isn't exactly my style but narrating is hard when Saiki's mode of communication is 99% telepathy.


Supermarkets in Japan were superior. Yasuda Kana held her bags filled with sashimi that was caught and partitioned into jewel, bite-pieces right before her eyes. Everything was going smoothly; she went through customs that morning with no hiccups, fended off the jet-lag with good old sleep, and now she acquired her first batch of fresh fish to celebrate her arrival back into her home country.

Hidari Wakibara-Cho was a shining example of what foreigners would think Japan would look like. The main street area was modern and clean, teeming with all sorts of shops. It had a impressive residential area, had enough land for factories, and was close to the sea and the mountains at the same time. Although, for some reason it remained overshadowed by well-known cities like Tokyo and Saitama—a fact Kana was pleased with since it meant less tourists.

She could already see the oncoming school year going by peacefully in such a town. She already heard promising talk about her school while touring the neighborhoods—PK Academy, the only private school.

Kana politely smiled at the older lately at the flower shop and bowed her head in thanks—a gesture she was still getting used to. She takes a waft of her bouquet of ayame. It was truly a blissful day.

Woosh

Her eyes squints at the sky where the sound came from and she discerns a flash of green and pink zoom across the sky at the speed of a fighter jet. Or even faster.

Kana stood there and gapped for a solid minute, the bouquet slowly slipping from her fingers. She could not believe what she was just saw and sensed.

What in the world? Was that a...person?

Crack. Well, there goes her tranquil afternoon.

Would she be hoping too much if she wished that that Meteor Person somehow did not reside in town? Please, Kami-sama?

Oh, who was she kidding. She should have stayed in Europe.


Kusuo was beyond human comprehension—he had abilities that were off the wall and could positively annihilate every living creature on earth. Sometimes he considered wiping the human race every time he heard of a transfer student arriving at school. The last few times it happened, the number of leeches in his life would increase. But for the sake of his mother and coffee jelly he has spared the world population—for now.

He sighed and braced himself for the worst as he traced the hallways to his classroom. It was buzzing with gossip and hated this day already. Information upon information about the new student slowly gathered into a useless pool in his head.

"—I saw her at the teacher's office—"

"—woah, another girl? Lucky—"

"—couldn't see her face though—"

"—she's probably nothing on Teruhashi—"

"—short and has silver hair—"

There's a good clue—another side character. The horror.

"—she's not in our class though—"

Kusuo wanted to whoop at that but remembered that kind of obstruction never deterred Reita from invading his space as he pleased.

"—that spirit guy's gonna have a field day—"

"—gross—" Kusuo silently agreed. Maybe he had better warn Reita to not harass the poor girl. Call it his grace—plus karma points.

With the teacher still pulling a no-show, Kusuo left for the bathroom where he can safely use clairvoyance and be rid off his usual annoyances. He sat on his chosen cubicle and crossed his eyes setting his sight on class two.

He expected to see the vision of Reita already drooling at his new target but did not expect to see nothing. What in the world? It looked like a television static when there was no signal. He shook his head and tried again but the vision remained the same—it played like a never-ending scene, mocking him.

This was a first—he didn't even know it was possible. He crushed the bubble of panic down his gut and focused on his classroom instead and the sight of Nendo locking horns with Shun gave him relief for once.

With crossed arms, he leaned back to glare at the ceiling and surveyed the situation. There was only one variable that could have taken part in this new development—the new transfer student.

Curious.


"Oi, it's Saiki." Maybe, this was a bad idead. Reita waved at Kusuo from his classroom door. "What's up?! Missed me?"

'No.' He spat as his irritation spikes. Wasn't Reita suppose to be gushing a about the new student by now? He did not want to ask about the new girl and risk suspicion.

"Oh! Did you hear about my new classmate?!"

Finally.

"She's a bishoujo—" Kusuo nodded patiently, he needed more information. "—but I can't come near her at all!" That's weird. He even went for Kokomi, the school's queen bee, without shame. What was different with this one?

"She's like this otherworldly being that just seems so out of reach, man. So far away that even I, Toritsuka Reita, could never fathom to—" Kusuo had heard enough and turned away. He should have known already that getting useful information about female from Reita was a pointless endeavor.

"Oh, by the way, Saiki. My powers didn't work up until just now. Was it you?"

Kusuo backtracked. 'It wasn't me.'

Reita scratched his head in confusion. "Really? Huh, what's up with that?"

Yeah, exactly what was going on here?


After all the new development at school and with his parents in their honeymoon phase at home, Kusuo decided he deserved better and went out for some well-deserved coffee jelly.

It was still early, the sky was just beginning to glint orange when he arrived at Cafe Mami—his haven and one of the most decent cafes that served coffee jelly at a fair price.

He chose a corner booth. Well not really, it was the only seat available. The waitress came bye and didn't even bother taking his order since he was there so much they already knew his usual: coffee jelly and a hot americano. He took out the manga he was currently reading—an old but solid story so far. Amity settles around him and his evening starting to look up, it was finally quite.

Too quite.

He closed his book and tensed. Anytime would have been perfect for thoughts not to be bombarding his brain—but when he has experienced something fishy earlier that day. His instincts immediately conducted him to check his powers. Clairvoyance, check. X-ray, check. The mind control he set around the whole was still intact. Was it just telepathy that wasn't working? He touched his one of his control devices—maybe it was malfunctioning.

Before he could pull it off his basic senses told him to look left.

Jiiiiiiiiii~

The hell?

There was a girl at the table across his staring at him.

Kusuo looked away without thinking. His superior memory forming an assessment. White hair, lilac eyes—must be a supporting character. She was sipping a latte but her eyes were completely glued to him. And oh, she was wearing the PK Academy uniform.

The mysterious transferee.

He side-eyed her and her attention was still on him. He weighed his options for a moment. Does he a; ignore her for the rest of his dinner, b; be blunt and ask her to stop being a creep or c; chuck his manga at her and head for the hills.

Kusuo had had enough for today and he would rather admit to be friends with Nendo before he let this female further affect his day. So, he went with number two.

'Oi. Stop staring at me, you weirdo.'

There was no response.

Jiiiiiiiiiiiiii~

'Oi!' He tried again. Was he not able to communicate via telepathy too?

Suddenly the girl stood and Kusuo flinched link a wet dog—arms crossed to defend himself.

She walked over to his table and never has he been more scared of a bishouju, like afraid for his life scared. He backed further into his seat—maybe if her forced it hard enough he'll actually sink into the fabric and into another dimension. It can take him anywhere, anywhere but here.

The stranger invited herself to sit across from him. Rude.

"Hey Mister. How many powers do you have exactly?"


Kana expected the day to go exactly as she predicted. After anxiously awaiting to be introduced to her new class, she managed a somewhat gracefully and was assigned to sit beside the only colored hair guy in the classroom.

The rest of her day went similar as it did back when she was in London—unaccompanied.

It was all because of her stupid ability. Her parents noticed it when she was just starting youchien. The teachers would be easily overlook her that they would forget to interact altogether. And she would be left to entertain and fend for herself as her fellow kids would just stare and not bother approaching her. This went on as she went through primary school and middle school. It left her friendless even with all her efforts.

People did not reject conversation with her but they always seemed to be in a daze. As she grew up into her looks—the effect of her ability evolve. Instead of people not noticing her presence, she started to gain too much onlookers. But that was the extent of it, people just fawn over her from afar but never actually try to befriend her.

"—Yasuda-san is just out of this world right?"

"She looks like a mode."

"No, she shouldn't be compared to mere mortals."

"—an angel, really—"

"—elf princess—"

"Maybe we should invite her to the karaoke with us—"

"What? Her? Hang out with peasants like us? You wish!"

As time went by, she just got used to living a solitary life.

With that, Kana made zero friends at her first day of school—much less have a single conversation. But at least something uncommon did happen. A clairvoyant tried to spy on her classroom which she blocked without a problem.

She left school that day with time in her hands and decided to go window shopping until she came across a quaint cafe at a street corner. The smell of coffee called out to her and the desert display was very enticing. She settled at the back area of the cafe, ordered, and tucked into her Spanish latte and cherry tart.

Twenty minutes later, she felt the same presence of the clairvoyant who, at close proximity, she realized was also a telepath. For the first time in a while, she felt anticipation in her veins.

He looked above average—cute even. Had hot pink hair and dark eyes from behind his glasses. He looked young but his senses of fashion belonged a generation back—a floral patterned cardigan and bright trousers.

Hey, Asian don't raisin.

Maybe he was in his mid to late twenties. She was a not a good candidate at deducing this since she's been hanging out with Western faces for the most part of her life.

A waitress took the clairvoyant slash telepath's order. He was a regular judging by the fact that the waitress knew his regular. He pulled out a manga she was not familiar with and she realized she was staring at him.

Does she try talking to him? They both had abilities and he had more than one. Maybe he also had some ability to see through hers!

His head snapped towards her direction but promptly turned away as if the sight of her burned his eyes.

Oops.

Kana did not have great social skills but she could not miss this chance of making a potential acquaintance. It was the chance of a lifetime. He wasn't giving her the look people usually gave her—she took that as a positive sign and braved her way to his table, ignoring his panicked look.

"Hey Mister. How many powers do you have exactly?" she asked. Wow, where did her manners go.


Kusuo felt his face twitch. Mister? Who was she calling, Mister?!

His alarm was squashed by his irritation, very quickly so that his mouth opened without thinking. "What have you done?"

The girl just looked at him puzzled. "What do you mean? I haven't done anything."

He cleared his throat and swallowed his saliva for moisture. "Clearly it's you. You've done something with my clairvoyance earlier and now I can't use telepathy," he grumbled with actual sound leaving the back of his throat.

She blinked at him and sat there pondering for a second before flushing like a tomato. "Oh my gosh. I must have blocked it on instinct," she gasped. "Here, let me remove the block."

"Wait—ack!" He winced as he was slapped with thought after thought.

"Are you okay?!" He waved a hand at her hoping she would get the non-verbal shushing.

'I'm fine. No thanks to you anyway.' Kusuo wanted to go home at this point.

There was a shadow on his left. "Here's you order. Enjoy!" His treats were deposited on the table.

"Wait a second please!" The girl called out to the waitress.

"Yes?"

"Can I get two servings of coffee jelly?" What was she up to now?

"Sure thing, dear. It'll be ready in a minute."

'What are you doing?' She doesn't seem to be surprised to have him talking directly in to her mind.

She smiled timidly. "It's for you. An apology. I really didn't block out your powers on purpose, I don't really have much control over it you see." Her fingers intertwined on the table and averted her eyes, cheeks still tinged with pink.

'Hm. And this morning?'

"Oh, that one was intentional. Spying on people is bad," she said with resolute. He mules over her words.

'Fair enough.'

"I guess that makes us even?"

'Hm. After the coffee jelly, then yes.' Relief filled her face. And as if on cue, the coffee jellies arrived.

"Enjoy, the both of you!" The waitress waved at them. They both nod in return.

The girl pushed both jellies into his side of the table. "They're both yours."

His eyes light up in delight. 'Are you a divine spirit?'

"Huh, I've never heard that one before. But no, I'm just Kana. Yasuda Kana." She extended a hand.

Kusuo thought that if this Kana person was willing to buy him coffee jelly for settlement then he'll gladly let bygones be bygones. And she also had powers like him which was something he was interested in. He took her hand and they shake.

'Saiki Kusuo.'


After a time well-spent on briefing each other with their abilities and sharing their life struggles, they declared a truce and an alliance of some sort. Both went home not expecting their day to end in the company of someone much less enjoying the time spent in each other's presence.