I’m Not Your Fated Guide, But…

“Everything from start to finish is fucking awful. Shit.”

“You think I’m some kind of flower? I feel the same, you shitty bastard.”

With a 92% matching rate, the highest in Center history, he and I fought from our very first meeting. We fought when we were put in the same class, we fought at the Center, and we even fought at a government event, pulling each other’s hair in a brawl that was broadcast live across the nation. Hardly a day passed without me grabbing him by the collar. It feels like I gripped even harder whenever I was jealous of the guide he imprinted on nine years ago. Because this arrogant, rude, and insolent esper bastard was my first love. And this utterly hopeless, damnable crush is still ongoing. Even though, in three months, I can see the end of my fate looming.