All of his life, Chuuya had been told it was his imagination. Being able to lift up things without touching them? Impossible. He had even developed his angry personality after countless bully encounters, which he had gotten sick of. The same insults day after day.

That was until…

He was attacked by a thing perceived as unknown. He had passed out, and eventually woken up with you hovering over him.

You didn’t look real.