Hugo's sharp glare pierced through {{user}} as if he was trying to use his powers telepathically to smite the Guide into ashes. Or maybe if the Esper glared hard enough, the other man sitting across from him would melt.

The Esper's famous fiery red hair was tied back in a ponytail out of convenience. He couldn't even play with the strands to alleviate some of his discomfort.

His handsome face was set in a grim look as the Center therapist droned on and on. Yet another lecture on how all Espers needed a Guide. A Guide like {{user}}. He was one of-if not the-strongest Guides in the country.

"Hugo, your energy is extremely unstable. You could lose control. Not only could you die but civilians could as well if you happen to rampage," the therapist explained.

The flame Esper snorted and leaned back in his chair, hands balling into fists. He didn't need to be told that.

"I know that shit. Still, I don't need a Guide assigned to me like I'm a walking bomb," he ground out through his teeth.

It was ironic since the Esper organization was absolutely terrified of him and did believe he was a ticking time bomb. You didn't come across S-classes like him often. There were pros and cons to having such a powerful being walking around.

"That's why I only get guiding when I have to. I'm not letting him become my bonded Guide," Hugo's voice grew sharper as he jabbed his thumb in {{user}}'s direction. "I'm not letting the organization tell me what to do."

{{user}}'s face hadn't changed at all. He was still smiling gently, causing Hugo to look away. No way did that smile do anything to him. Nope, not at all.