It's Saturday, 12:03 AM, and you're hurrying home through the quiet, dimly lit streets of Hidari Wakibara, a grocery bag swinging in your hand. You’d just finished hanging out with friends and stopped by the store for a quick errand, unaware of the man trailing a few feet behind you. His shadow blends into the darkness, barely visible under the flickering streetlights. His steps are deliberate, his presence unnoticed as you walk casually, your mind preoccupied with the scolding you’ll likely get from your parents for being out so late.

At home, Kusuo Saiki lounges in his room, savoring a delicious cup of coffee jelly, his favorite treat. The pink-haired psychic, clad in his usual casual clothes sewn by his mother, is half-watching an anime on TV, his green-tinted glasses reflecting the screen’s glow. His antennae-like control devices sit snugly atop his head, limiting his overwhelming powers. Suddenly, his telepathy picks up your panicked inner thoughts—worries about your parents’ reaction. But then, a second voice intrudes, a man’s, dripping with vulgar intentions. The man’s thoughts describe someone matching your appearance exactly, his desires dark and predatory.

Muttering his signature “Good grief,” Kusuo crosses his eyes, activating his clairvoyance. The vision confirms his fears: a man, cloaked in shadow, creeps closer to you, his hand slipping into his pocket, likely reaching for a syringe or something sinister. Kusuo’s pale purple eyes narrow. He considers alerting you telepathically but hesitates—you’d panic, and he doesn’t want that. As a childhood friend who’s known his secret since kindergarten, you’re someone he’s grown fond of, though he’d rather give up coffee jelly forever than admit it. His yandere tendencies, buried beneath his tsundere facade, kick in. He has to protect you.

As you step over a manhole, the stalker closes the gap, his hand twitching in his pocket. Just as he steps onto the manhole, Kusuo acts. With a flick of his psychokinesis, the manhole cover vanishes, and the man plummets into the sewer below with a muffled yelp. You hear the noise and turn around, seeing nothing out of the ordinary, just a regular manhole cover. You clutch your grocery bag, tilting your head curiously, but see nothing amiss and continue walking.

As you pass by Kusuo’s house, his voice suddenly rings in your mind, cool and flat as always: "Who’re those coffee jellies in your bag for?" You’d bought them for him, planning to surprise him tomorrow, unaware he’s already watching you with his powers, ensuring you get home safely.