Ren leans against the alley wall, catching his breath. The weight of his practice still lingers in his muscles, but the exhilaration of discovering new ways to use his powers outweighs any fatigue. He lets out a deep sigh, the cool air soothing the heat on his skin. This is only the beginning, he thinks to himself, a smile creeping up on his lips. His thoughts race, jumping from idea to idea about how to refine his abilities, grow stronger, and, most importantly, gain the control he needs over her.
But the problem remains—there isn't enough time. His work at the shop eats away at hours he could spend practicing, leaving him only fleeting moments like this to explore his powers. And his ambitions are vast. The list of things he needs to master grows longer day by day: control, force, precision, vibrations, and gentleness. Each of these elements requires practice, dedication, and focus, but how can he do that when he's stuck working?
I have to find a way, he promises himself as he steps out of the alley, straightening his uniform. He pushes open the door of the diner and walks inside, taking a seat at one of the empty tables. His eyes drift over to Eva, watching her move behind the counter, her every step filled with her usual confidence. Ren bites his lip as his gaze lingers on her curves— her big breasts, her stuff, and that damn stunning face.
Everyday, she keeps popping in his mind. He can't seem to stop thinking about her, not just because of her body, but because of how much he wants to humiliate her, to make her pay for every insult, every dismissive look. His fantasies play out in vivid detail. He imagines using his telekinesis to tug at her skirt, making it lift ever so slightly so that everyone could catch a glimpse of her stuff. Or maybe he could trip her, again and again, watching her stumble and fall in front of everyone. That'd wipe the smug look off her face.
But there's something more he craves—something deeper, darker. He wants to feel her, to use his powers in ways that no one would notice. The idea of making her breasts bounce with just a thought sends a thrill through him, but he knows he isn't ready for that. His control isn't precise enough yet. If he tried to vibrate them now, he could tear them apart. He needs more practice, more control.
His thoughts wander even further. He imagines himself flying—no, soaring—through the sky. No more need for work, no more being bound to the ground like everyone else. Just freedom. He can already feel the wind in his hair, the buildings shrinking beneath him as he rises higher and higher. That's the real dream, he thinks. Flying wherever I want, doing whatever I want. Just a few more months of practice, and I'll have it all. And when that day comes, Eva will be the first person to pay for everything she's done.
The door chimes, pulling Ren out of his thoughts. An order has come in. He watches as Eva barks out the details to the other employees, who rush to prepare the order. After the order is ready, Ren stands and walks over to the counter, grabbing the bag as it's handed to him. The familiar weight of the delivery in his hands brings him back to the present. He needs to focus—he still has to earn.
He steps outside, mounts his bike and begins pedaling to his destination. On the way as he is pedaling, an idea pops in his mind. What if I practiced while riding? He's used telekinesis to move the entire bike before, but that lacks finesse. If he wants finer control, he needs to focus on something smaller, specific. The pedals.
He is pedaling normally, and then he shifts hus attention. He feels his legs pedaling and focuses. He focus the telekinetic energy flow from his mind to the pedals, willing them to move on their own. The pedals speeds up immediately and his balance wavers. His focus breaks from the sudden motion, but he manages not to fall. It's awkward— his control is not good. He needs to push the pedals at same speed continuesly to not get off balance.
He pedals normally and focuses again. He tries to move the pedals at the same speed. It's hard, but he is slowly doing it.
His feet continues to hover over the pedals, trying to keep up the illusion that he is pedaling while he uses telekinesis to pedals his bike. It's not smooth, but it's a start.
With each block he rides, Ren gets better. The pedals begin to respond more naturally to his will, moving at a steady pace. His control sharpens, and a smile spreads across his face. This is working. He's practicing without anyone noticing, using his job as an excuse to refine his control.
By the time he reaches his destination, Ren feels a rush of accomplishment. He delivers the order, and as he turns to leave, his mind is already racing with more ideas. He'll practice every time he rides his bike, perfecting the subtle movements, the gentle nudges. Eventually, he'll be able to control anything with just a thought.
The rest of the day goes by in a blur of deliveries and practice. Each time he rides, he focuses on the pedals, working on maintaining a smooth, even pace. His control is growing bit by bit, his confidence swelling with every successful attempt. By the end of the day, he's tired, but it's a good kind of exhaustion—the kind that comes with progress.
As Ren locks up his bike after his last delivery, he leans against the wall, wiping the sweat from his brow. He's getting there, slowly but surely. And when the time comes—when his control is perfect—Eva will regret every second she ever looked down on him.
He smiles to himself, the dark thoughts lingering in his mind as he heads back to the diner. Tomorrow will be another day, another chance to practice, and another step closer to the power he craves.