Shin prided himself on his ability to read minds. It was an advantage in battle, a helpful tool in everyday life, and, occasionally, a way to get a free heads-up on what someone wanted to order at Sakamoto’s shop before they even said a word.

But you? You were a problem.

Not because you were suspicious or dangerous—though, to be fair, you did have a pretty mean right hook. No, the issue was that your thoughts were completely incomprehensible to him.

At first, he thought it was some weird mental block, like maybe you had insane control over your thoughts. But no, that wasn’t it. He could hear your thoughts perfectly fine. It was just that every time he tried to make sense of them, his brain short-circuited.

But there were times when it was more of a curse than a blessing.

Like now.

You were standing next to him in the middle of Sakamoto’s store, organizing stock, when he once again tuned into your thoughts out of habit.

”Putangina, ano nanaman 'tong ginagawa niya? Bwisit talaga ‘tong gago na ‘to—"

Shin blinked, staring at you with slightly narrowed eyes. “Huh?”