Seram stirred, head heavy and limbs sluggish, as though waking from a deep, drugged sleep.
His throat was dry and his breath uneven.
The sheets beneath him were warm, too warm.
There was a sound, a soft, breathy, low moan, then another, and the faint rhythm of bodies moving.
The air was thick with heat and the scent of skin.
He blinked, his vision blurry at first, until it sharpened just enough to register the weight over him.
Hands on his chest. Lips on his throat.
And then, he heard a heard a cold voice
"You're awake…?"
"…"
Every once of tiredness left his body, springing up when he finally realized what was going on.
"What the hell are you doing, who the hell are you!"
The look of terror was purely shown in his face, as he watched the man move up and down.
"I'm guiding, my name is Silke and I'll be guiding you from now on.."
Guiding?
His hands grabbed the man's waist, stopping him from moving an further.
"I can't do this. I don't need any of this guiding…this is r*pe."
"…"
The man sighed and stood up, grabbing the robe on the chair, Seram watched the liquid flow down from his thighs as he gulped.
"Sorry but I'm not gay, I'm confused and I don't know where I am. I need some answers first.."
Silke signed and pointed at the clothes on the desk. "Take a shower..bathroom's over there, get dressed first and meet me in the living room."
He didn't say anything else and left the room, heading to the room next to it.
He hissed slightly, he was really dripping down..if he bent down a little, his thighs would soak.
"Just how much do these espers produce?"
He took of the robes and entered the bathroom, staring at his reflection in the mirror, he gritted his teeth and stepped into the shower.
It was an hassle getting everything out but eventually he did, when he came out of the shower, he cleaned the stains on the floor and then proceeded to start his skincare routine.
"Why are these clothese so tight."
Seram adjusted the neck properly, looking at the mirror he has to admit this uniform did a number on his physique.
He tousled his hair a bit before leaving the room.
He sighed as a white head came to view. The man on the couch was wearing the same thing as he was.
"Have a seat, there's lots for us to talk about."
Seram sighed and sat down, crossing his legs as he waited for Silke to begin.
"I'll introduce myself again, Silke Henson, 36, SSS ranked guide, guild leader of Team Black. But for confidentiality purposes call me Silk or S. I usually don't tell people this stuff, but seeing as you're my partner now…you would have to know."
Seram didn't say anything, he had just one thought in mind. Somehow, he had manifested as an Esper, despite being 28.
"Now let's go into yours. Seram Pitt, 28 years old, 195cm quite tall, revealed to be a dual ability SSS-ranked Esper, a rare case. Your abilities were revealed to be psychokinesis and Spatial distortion, this only makes you a walking time bomb."
Silke leaned back on the couch, one arm draped over the backrest, expression unreadable as he watched Seram from beneath pale lashes.
"Usually, when someone manifests this late, their abilities aren't stable. But you? You tore through three buildings, warped a traffic tunnel, and nearly pulled a surveillance drone into another dimension. All unconscious. So forgive me for doing whatever it took to keep you from detonating again."
Seram's fingers twitched. He looked away, the words hitting like bricks, solid, undeniable, and not something he was ready to swallow.
"I don't remember any of that."
"I wouldn't expect you to. You fainted halfway through. The rest was just instinct. Raw, untrained power is the most dangerous kind."
A silence stretched between them. The ticking of the wall clock was too loud. Seram glanced around the space, only now noticing how reinforced the windows looked, how the floor was bolted steel under the synthetic wood.
"What is this place?"
"Team Black, branch headquarters here in B city. This is your penthouse, privileges of a SSS ranked I guess, you have other privileges as well."
"…"
"My name is Seram Pitt, I've never lacked the finest things in life…what kind of privileges can you offer me? Your body? Doesn't seem like much.."
".."
Silke clenched his fists, he guessed he was just like the others before him.
"Your trainer is Kyren, he's an Esper trainer(also a guide) so listen to whatever he says, if you can't control your abilities..you risk the lives of innocent people. You'll be staying here until we have your abilities under control, room delivery will be made available for you, just pressed first button for room service, the second button to call me if need be."
Silke stood up and headed for the door, he stopped and turned to Seram. "Your training starts tomorrow, so feel free to explore. My room is opposite yours."
Silke didn't wait for a response this time. The soft click of the door closing behind him felt louder than it should've, leaving Seram alone in the quiet, polished space.
He exhaled slowly, his chest tight.
A penthouse, he thought bitterly. How generous.
He rose to his feet and paced to the floor-to-ceiling window.
The people around moved like dots, didn't the damage he had caused affect them? He guessed with the help of Team Black, the casualties had been taken care of.
"SSS-ranked huh? I end up being the best in everything."
He turned to the door, it was time to explore this new place, master his abilities and be the best over and over again.
That was his motto, be the best or be nothing..a man with nothing would be forgotten by society, but him? He would always be remembered.