You. Yes, you.
You must think this is a very boring title for a story. But I assure you, it is the story of the life I have always dreamed of.
Until a week ago, I was a psychic. Thanks to an invention by someone I would rather forget, my abilities were shut off for good. Or so I thought.
It turns out that my abilities are still there, however, they appear to be lying dormant in my subconscious like a bear in hibernation. Unfortunately, they still do manifest on occasion, but such an inconvenience is still infinitely more tolerable than the life I had led before. Now, I can finally live the boring, average life I had always dreamed of. No distractions, no annoyin-
"Pal, who are you talking to?"
Good grief, I still can't get a monologue in without being interrupted.
You see, I would have done this introduction through telepathy, except I no longer have that ability. Now I actually have to talk. What a pain.
That was an acquaintance of mine, Nendou Riki. That guy with the weird chin who is now pressed against my bedroom window and breathing heavily. Yes, I am currently sitting at my desk in my bedroom because I had thought I could do this monologue in peace here. And yes, my bedroom is indeed on the second floor, but I have grown used to receiving unexpected visitors.
"Pal, let's get some ramen! Chibi is here too!"
His face is now squashed against the glass and looks even more disturbing than usual. Good grief, he is going to break my window if he presses any harder. I suppose I should go along to placate him for the day.
The "Chibi" whom he referred to is Kaidou Shun, another acquaintance of mine. Both of them were in my class the previous year. Now, in my third and last year at high school, I thought I would have finally got the respite I'd always dreamed of but God is not so kind. Not like anything would stop them from somehow finding me all the time though.
Good grief, what did I do to have to deal with such clingy acquaintances? Heh, I guess I don't have a choice but to just go along with it all.