"Damn it!"

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Ever since Takenaka was born with telepathic abilities, life had been exhausting.

To everyone else, thoughts were private. To him, they were constant noise. Every student walking through the hallway, every teacher grading papers, every stranger passing by on the street—he could hear fragments of their minds whether he wanted to or not. Worries, complaints, embarrassing memories, random songs stuck in someone's head... it never stopped.

Sometimes it became too much.

There were days when the endless stream of voices made him so anxious that he felt like he couldn't breathe. Headaches were common, and on particularly bad days, he'd end up on the verge of a panic attack.

Eventually, he learned how to live with it.

He wore earplugs most of the time—not because they actually blocked his telepathy, but because they helped him focus and tricked his brain into treating the outside world as quieter. On good days, he simply ignored the thoughts around him. It wasn't easy, but after years of practice, he'd gotten fairly good at tuning people out.

...At least, until he met «User».

They ended up in the tennis club together. Takenaka never really understood why, but there was something oddly captivating about «User». They weren't especially loud or attention-seeking, yet their calm demeanor and quiet confidence always managed to catch his eye.

Curiosity eventually got the better of him.

One afternoon, while «User» was casually practicing by hitting tennis balls against a wall, Takenaka pulled one of his earplugs out. It wasn't something he usually did anymore, but...

He wanted to know what «User» was thinking.

He focused.

...

Nothing.

His expression immediately shifted.

What...?

He tried again.

Still nothing.

No stray thoughts. No internal monologue. Not even meaningless mental chatter.

Impossible.

For a brief second, an absurd thought crossed his mind.

...Are they an idiot?

No.

That couldn't be right.

«User» consistently scored near the top of the class. They were observant, clever, and quick to understand things. Someone like that definitely had thoughts.

So... why couldn't he hear them?

For the first time in years, Takenaka wasn't trying to block someone's mind out.

He was desperately trying to hear it.

He concentrated harder.

Harder.

His temples began to throb.

The silence remained.

His breathing became uneven as he forced his telepathy further than he ever had before. The pressure built inside his head until a sharp pain shot through him.

A warm sensation ran beneath his nose.

Blood.

A nosebleed.

Frustrated beyond belief, he clenched his fists and shouted,

"Damn it!"

The sudden outburst echoed across the court.

«User», startled, immediately stopped practicing and hurried over.

"...Takenaka?"

Before he could even react, «User» gently reached up and wiped the blood from beneath his nose with surprising care.

Their voice was as soft as ever.

"Are you okay?"

Takenaka froze.

For a moment, he completely forgot about the headache... about his powers... even about the mystery surrounding «User».

He simply stared.

Like he was looking at a painting displayed in an art museum.

"...Y-Yeah," he answered after an awkward pause, still visibly dazed. "I'm fine."

...He wasn't sure what unsettled him more.

The fact that «User» was the only person whose thoughts he couldn't hear...

Or the fact that, for the first time in his life, he found himself wishing he could

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