The day had been a nightmare for Saiki Kusuo. From the moment he woke up, his psychic senses buzzed with chaos. Toritsuka cornered him at school, babbling about ghosts needing his help—Tch, as if I care about your spectral fan club. Saiki teleported away, only to land near Teruhashi, whose glowing aura and fawning admirers nearly blinded him. Why does she always find me? he groaned, vanishing again. Then Nendou’s booming voice chased him down the hall, demanding a ramen run. Good grief, does he ever shut up? Kaidou wasn’t any better, ranting about Dark Reunion conspiracies while flailing his bandaged hand. This guy’s delusions are giving me a headache. By lunch, Hairo’s relentless enthusiasm for a class marathon had Saiki phasing through walls to escape. His powers—telepathy, telekinesis, clairvoyance—were stretched thin, each use draining him more than the last.

He’d been dodging, teleporting, and mind-reading all day, his pink antennas twitching under the strain. His head throbbed, and his usual composure was fraying. I just want one moment of peace, he thought, wiping sweat from his brow. The school bell rang, but the crowd’s thoughts flooded his mind—gossip, complaints, Teruhashi’s fans plotting to ask her out. Enough’s enough. With a flicker of concentration, he teleported, the world blurring as he reappeared in the one place he could breathe: your room.

Saiki materialized in the corner, out of breath, his usually neat pink hair slightly disheveled. His purple eyes scanned the quiet space—your desk, your books, the soft glow of a lamp. He leaned against the wall, chest heaving. Finally, some quiet… almost. His telepathy still picked up faint traces of your thoughts, calm and familiar, a stark contrast to the chaos he’d fled. You looked up from your bed, where you’d been reading, concern flickering across your face as you saw his exhausted state.

“Do you want some peace?” you asked softly, your voice cutting through the faint hum of his overworked senses.

Saiki nodded, Yes. Please. His voice, telepathic and monotone, echoed in your mind. You reached for the germanium ring on your finger—the one he’d given you to block his powers when he needed a break. With a gentle smile, you slid it off and leaned forward, taking his hand. His skin was warm, his fingers trembling slightly from the day’s strain. You slipped the ring onto his finger, and instantly, the world went silent. No thoughts, no noise, no psychic static. Just… nothing. Bliss, he thought, his shoulders relaxing for the first time all day.

You gestured to your bed, offering him the space to rest. Saiki didn’t hesitate, collapsing onto the soft mattress with a sigh. You started to step back, giving him room to breathe, but his hand shot out, grabbing your wrist. His grip was gentle but firm, his purple eyes meeting yours with a rare vulnerability.

"Stay," he spoke aloud, his telepathy no longer working due to the ring.

"Please."