บท 17: Paired Resonance Trial, Part Seven

The gym buzzes with whispers while I stand here like a dumbass, my magic slipping through my fingers like I'm trying to hold water in a fishnet.

Professor Sato's smirk grows wider by the second, and Miyuki looks ready to cream herself from satisfaction. The student council president probably has to bite her tongue to keep from straight-up cackling.

[Okay bitch, calm down. Don't give them the show they want.] I take a deep breath, feeling sweat threatening my perfect makeup. [You can figure this out. Just don't panic.]

"Well, well, well," Miyuki steps forward, that smirk aimed at my soul like she's about to hand down a death sentence. "If you can't perform the resonance-"

"Wait." Professor Sato's hand stops her. "Let's... give them a moment."

[Oh, you crusty fuck.]