Psychics Are Cheaters - Yes, that's you, Cotton Sprig Guy
Kintarou rolled over in his bed, sleep evading him, his annoyance and permanent supply of adrenaline keeping his eyes wide and his unusual frown deep. He was still turning over in his head that stupid conversation he had with that creepy sempai, wondering why his curiosity lead him to this: dared to shut up for 24 hours.
Wasn't as if it's a difficult thing to do - not talking, he does that when asleep (although... he was known to sleep-talk, his mother once told him when she stayed up while he was running a high fever that even in his sleep he talked about takoyaki). But right now, Kintarou was already at his limits. He hasn't said a word in eight hours or so. That's already a feat that was almost as rare as heterosexual mutants and something Kintarou was partly proud of, partly still very irritated about.
WAIT 'TIL THE 24 HOURS IS UP, he screamed in his head, hoping that the sempai who gave him this challenge would be awoken, and hoping that he was doing the mind-yelling thing right.
Right now he hasn't got a plan to get back at his senior - and he wasn't sure he wanted to because PSYCHICS ARE SUCH CHEATERS, he might end up in a worse situation - maybe next time they'll tell him to not eat takoyaki and then the world will end. He just wished he could think of a way to speak to some people without actually talking to them to clear up this stupid thing that his stupid clones did today.
Oh, he can do that or that. Maybe in the morning.
And with that idea, he finally closed his eyes, excited to see his takoyaki dreamland.