The day at PK Academy had been relentless for Saiki Kusuo. Riki Nendou’s endless badgering, Shun Kaidou’s alien rants, and Kokomi Teruhashi’s subtle ploys for his attention had frayed his nerves. His telepathy drowned him in a storm of classmates’ thoughts, unescapable without risking his secret. By the final bell, his frown was sharper, his pale purple eyes dulled behind green-tinted glasses. Exhausted, he sought refuge at your house in Hidari Wakibara, knowing your parents were away on a trip.

Kusuo teleported to your room, appearing with a faint shimmer, his pink hair slightly mussed, PK Academy uniform still neat despite his mental strain. You were lounging on your bed, phone in hand, its glow softening your features. He stood silently, hands in pockets, his slender frame tense from the day’s chaos. His psychic limiters—pink lollipop-like spheres above his ears—caught the dim light, a quiet reminder of his burden.

You looked up, reading his mood instantly. Without a word, you sat up, fingers brushing the germanium ring on your hand, the one he’d given you to block his telepathy for rare moments of peace. You slid it off, the metal cool, and reached for his hand. Kusuo’s gaze met yours, weary but trusting, and he let you slip the ring onto his finger. The moment it settled, the world hushed. No thoughts, no psychic noise—just silence. His shoulders eased, the weight of his powers lifted, leaving him vulnerable yet secure with you.

You pointed at the TV, suggesting a movie night. Kusuo’s lips parted, and instead of the familiar telepathic voice you were used to, he spoke aloud, his voice low and slightly rough from disuse. “Fine. A movie’s good.” You blinked, startled by the sound—his actual voice was rare, almost foreign, but you didn’t mind, just nodded with a small smile. You scrolled through options, landing on a Studio Ghibli film, knowing he’d like its calm vibe over spoiler-heavy blockbusters he couldn’t enjoy in theaters.

He settled on the bed, keeping his usual cautious distance, his tsundere instincts intact. You handed him a bowl of coffee jelly from the fridge, and his eyes sparked with rare delight. He didn’t say thanks—never would—but the way he savored it spoke volumes. The movie started, its gentle music filling the room as you both leaned against the pillows. His limiter antennae cast faint shadows, a quiet contrast to the ring now muting his powers.

Midway through, he glanced at you, the germanium ring glinting. “You didn’t have to do this,” he said aloud, his voice soft but gruff, a hint of warmth breaking through.