Yesterday.
I do suppose it shouldn't have been negligible─as it's nearly the driving force of the narrative.
Yet somehow, I wanted to forget it ever happened.
That sunlight dew striking from the window pane. Listless as I sighed, the pen I held tilted its way downward. On a long enough timeline, these tiny sighs would stack into something resembling peace, a quiet rhythm to counter the classroom's poignant entreatment.
The air hung heavy and stale, thick with the scent of textbooks and teenage angst.
I was there, minding my own business.
And suddenly, the storm took shape as a decidedly dangerous person.
"Let's all welcome our new friend."
Whose voice, obviously, it was our homeroom teacher.
Her voice echoed through the room, tinged with a weary sigh.
A hush fell over the classroom as she walked in.
That uncannily breathtaking gyaru: her long, caramel hair swayed with each confident step, her bespectacled eyes scanning the room with unnerving intensity.
And, she stopped right in front, a jarring splash of sunshine against the backdrop of my usual anonymity. "Mikhail Salazar, I presume?" she chirped, her voice deceptively sweet.
Before I could muster a response, she blurted, "I like you! Please, go out with me!"
"Liberation System alert: Primrose Avery's threat level updated to 51."
Judgment: Butterflies must be disposed of immediately.
Oh, my God, I have never been confessed to before.
Yeah, worth the sigh.
If I may, I have been eyed by all these radioactive teenage spirits seething in jealousy how I've yet attracted someone. As it is, I already have a beautiful sister, and they can't march on because I always cast rain upon them. Else, it's a different dilemma yet without a foundation for you to take seriously. Already an aberrant, Mikhail Salazar grows more powerful as a villain who sucks out all the fun out of everyone's system.
Yeah, worth the sigh, and so I sighed.
If asked whether I'm famous or not for the second time, I'd say, "I'm more than infamous now, I am Jack's son in scorn."
I looked Primrose straight in the eyes.
When you have telekinesis, the urge to scare her can only gather, edged to either manifest or overclock. I know what I wouldn't do─and it's to not show her the truth. If having psychical manifestations isn't commonplace, then it's always going to be obsolete. Moving something with your mind is only a form of masturbation─a surefire path to destroying oneself.
And─the world.
Also, telekinesis is only an example.
In the roulette of abilities she's able to manifest, I don't know yet.
Red admiral butterflies seething out of control: she must be longing to destroy something, or someone.
Primrose Avery could be a vengeful spirit.
And I'm sorry, I'm not about to empathize with something I'd be forced to take responsibility for.
No one was going to quip at the notion: none the composed little sister, nor the imposing assistant who read minds.
"Yesterday, that confession, for something as dumb as being awakened," I recalled, assessing her. I don't care if I'm being critical or not. "And you don't even know if your intel is true."
What intel was there, the conjecture is─I can awaken her talent. She's already aware of the butterflies gushing out of her presence. I have unmistakably weird eyes, being able to see the unseen. Now, I despise whoever took liberty to whisper upon her ears a secret no soul I don't trust has heard of nor discovered.
When you're in a forlorn state of mistrust to your immediate contacts, everything becomes unsettling and the mental preservation reverts back to zero.
No, I wasn't happy with the confession at all.
"Dumb…" Primrose murmured to herself, melancholy hitting her. Albeit briefly: she held her head high, and scoffed. Beaming, she said, "If I don't take my chances, I will only regret it later."
Well, of course, I know the feeling all too well.
Been there, done that.
"Well, suit yourself," I deadpanned.
"You're going to do it?!" Primrose excitedly mused, almost gunning for a sickly cuddle.
And my answer was, "Alright, if you can make me laugh, that is."
Then and there, something began as we pranced through the path.
"Geez, why do you have to keep me on the edge like that, Bug Catcher Mika?" She laughed cutely and whilst that awkward nickname was given to me, I might have cringed a little.
"Actually I prefer being a Youngster but," I, the nonchalant Mikhail Salazar, digressed─and will burst in 3, 2, 1, "Hey, don't just give me a candid role."
"Roger that, Sir Mikhail!" If saluting wasn't ridiculous enough, she raised her left hand instead.
Yes, she's peculiar, and I took the opportunity to talk knowing I'd be taken in this direction. "Drop the sir, it's unneeded…" I protested
"Then, Master Mikhail?" Mm-hmm, I don't suppose being called a Master is bad─and she didn't listen at all. Enough said, she took a naughty turn as she asked, "What would you want first: Coffee, tea, or me?"
"At least show me that personality when you're wearing a maid outfit," I deadpanned.
"Sure!" she replied eagerly. "If it's to fulfill your fantasies, I'd gladly roleplay for you!"
"Hol' up, we only met yesterday," I stammered, flickered of something unexpected. "Do I really deserve this happiness right now?"
"Of course, my Mika!" She crossed her fingers, letting a cutesy effect take over─noting delusions now that I can see hearts spiraling over her.
"Is that so? Then how about reciting this tongue twister─"Now, the manic maniac mused, mentally mangling mammalian mammaries naturally atrophied," say as if you were a cat!"
"Oh, uh, huh?" Primrose sounded confused. "I'm so sorry, Mika, but how does that even work?"
I smiled however, giving her a little smug recital of the twister, as so skilled that anyone who can hear me might have been baffled inside and out, "Meow, the myanic myaniyac mewsed, meowntally myangling myameowlian meowmyaries myaturally meowtrophied!─something like that?"
"Awesome, you are a master of useless talks, Mika!" She giggled, later shifting gears as to internalize her meownification. "Meow, the myanic myaniyac mewsed, meowntally myangling myameowlian meowmyaries myaturally meowtrophied!"
"Smooth…I already hate you," I muttered.
"Fu-fu! I have the best tongue among each and every lady you met!" Primrose declared.
"Well, you didn't have to make it sound weird," I retorted.
"We're a match made in heaven!" Primrose announced brightly.
"You're considering this a comedy?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, and our marriage too!" she quipped, either coincidentally or not, staying true to the character she built.
A beat of silence followed, then a curve must have emanated at the corner of my lips. Admittedly, the absurdity of the situation sunk in to be funny─but a chance wasn't supposed to be inexpensive. Otherwise, I'd don spears and shields satisfying critters fluttering their wings in evenfall.
Nothing bore fruit of the scenario─and Primrose pressed on as I humored her every whimsical subjugation.
Until we reached a decidedly estranged point.
"Hmm, I don't know what you like about Mika." Whose voice, her voice─the girl at the second floor of the senior department.
"Liberation System alert: ally detected."
Thrall: Azalea Ocampo, 18 | Status: Awakened
Junonia orithya
"Azalea is South High School's student council president and has the ability of flight."
Resentful, her eyes squinted─and her flux of bluish white butterflies screamed.