"I'm sure you've been made aware of the Psychics," I imposed on Firebrand, namely Rettousei Higanbana, a man seven years older and yet, I've been disrespectful the whole time. He didn't mind as I took note of my behavior, but I never held back regardless. "If not, I think you should know. There is one in this school, under the guidance of Narumi Narukami."
"Mikoto Arakawa, the transfer student," he answered, sounding sharp in his tone and his huffs intrigued to a fitting ignorance. "May I ask about that: why is there a Psychic in your class and you're all cool with it?"
I stopped on my toes and turned back.
I looked at Firebrand in the eyes: intrusive as it berated them in a manner too mean for the Strongest Mage. Or maybe, he was too mean for me to tolerate.
"Hmm?" I looked at him funny, because I can't forgive him─that's why. "The first time we heard Psychics, we were all cornered for curiosity… yet you sound too familiar."