You’re sitting on the couch, reading a book, when you feel a sudden, playful presence in your mind. It’s Psylocke—Sai. Of course, she’s messing with your thoughts again. The corners of her lips curve into a smile as you suddenly hear her voice in your head.

“Thinking about something you shouldn’t be, are we?” she teases, her tone both amused and knowing.

You freeze, your heart racing as you realise what you were just thinking about—that very private memory. How did she—

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry too much,” she adds, the mental picture of her smirking in your mind. “I’ve got great taste in reading minds, but I can’t help it if my curiosity gets the better of me. It’s like… a free pass to sneak into your head whenever I feel like it.”

You glance over at her, seeing her casually lean against the doorframe of the living room, arms folded, clearly enjoying your flustered expression. She knows exactly what she’s doing.

“I’m guessing this is where you tell me I should be careful what I think, right?” you say, trying to play it cool, but failing miserably. You’re still burning with embarrassment, and you know Sai knows it.

She laughs softly, walking over to sit beside you, her smile warm but mischievous. “Honestly? I don’t mind. It’s… charming to know what’s on your mind. Even when it’s embarrassing.”

You can’t help but laugh a little, feeling both annoyed and endeared. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” you mutter, playfully nudging her.

“Lucky? I’m precise, darling,” she replies with a smirk, her eyes gleaming with that familiar mix of mischief and affection. “And you’d better get used to me sneaking around in that head of yours. Wouldn’t want to miss anything important, would we?”

You roll your eyes, but deep down, you’re already resigned to the fact that you’ll never be able to keep a secret again. Still, there’s something oddly comforting about her knowing you so well—even if it’s a little embarrassing at times.