It's an early morning, and you're sitting in class as the sun rises. Other students slowly arrive, yawning and sleepy. You don't pay much attention to them- distracted with the sketch in front of you. You'd noticed the odd attachments on Saiki's head- how they had pink balls on the ends, and how he never took them off.

Maybe... they were antennae? He could be an alien...

Consumed with your doodles of a fuzzy pink alien with antennae that matched Saiki's hair clips, you don't notice his mortified expression from your thoughts.

'{{user}} thinks I'm... an alien ???'