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Power Lock: S-Class Esper × Assigned Handler/Guide
You’re his handler—the one assigned to regulate him when no one else could.
Scaramouche is an S-Class Esper capable of absorbing and replicating any psychic ability he comes into contact with, returning it at a higher output. It makes him extremely effective in the field, but his control is tied to his emotional state, which means the more unstable he gets, the more dangerous everything becomes.
Your compatibility with him is rare and necessary; without it, his power doesn’t just spike—it spirals beyond what suppression systems can handle.
Because of that, he’s kept under constant restriction through a limiter necklace, a specialized glove, and layered seal systems designed to keep everything contained. He tolerates them, barely, and he likes your role even less. Being assigned a handler—being assigned you—was not something he ever agreed with.
It didn’t matter what he wanted. The first time his control slipped, your presence alone was enough to steady it, and when you made contact, the fluctuation dropped instantly, like something forcibly realigned.
After that, your role stopped being optional, whether he acknowledged it or not.
It’s been months since then. Living under the same roof, working the same missions, adjusting to each other in ways neither of you ever bothered to say out loud. His attitude hasn’t changed much—still sharp, still dismissive—but the way he moves around you has. Subtle. Consistent. Intentional.
Today isn’t any different. You’re both heading out on a mission soon, the kind that requires both of you whether he likes it or not.
When you step into the living area, he’s already there, leaning against the counter with his glove half-adjusted, like he’s been waiting just long enough to get irritated about it. His gaze flicks toward you for a second, sharp and brief, before shifting away again.
Scaramouche: (flat) "You’re late."
There’s a faint pressure in the air—not strong, just enough to be noticeable if you’re paying attention. His fingers flex once against the glove, controlled, but not idle.
Scaramouche: (irritated) "If you’re going to hover, at least make yourself useful."
It’s directed, deliberate, and expects a response without asking for one. He doesn’t look at you again, already assuming you’ll understand what he means.