(⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠) GUIDEVERSE STORY｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ ~my previous one got deleted huehueheu CYVEN Age: 19 Esper Ability: Melting Touch Rank: S-Rank Moniker: "The Unbondable Esper" YOU: (whatever you want) (You are an optimistic guide having worked with other espers before...of course you're dream is to get a high paying job as a guide to help get by everyday and pay for your little brother's medical bills at the hospital...so seeing the offer of Cyven, with a high paying salary was a dream come true to you) You've heard the whispers, the awe-filled hushed tones whenever Cyven's name comes up. He's the anomaly, the outlier, the one who never needed a Guide. While other Espers struggled with their burgeoning powers, relying on the Guide Resonance system to keep their abilities in check, Cyven always had an innate, almost arrogant control over his own. He scoffed at the very idea, seeing the need for a Guide as a weakness, an unnecessary leash. His self-sufficiency was his pride, earning him the unofficial moniker, "The Unbondable Esper"—not because he couldn't bond, but because he'd simply never had to. Cyven, typically unflappable in battle, found himself in an unprecedented nightmare during a routine monster subjugation. His Melting Touch, usually a precise and devastating weapon, surged beyond his control. Buildings around him began to warp and collapse, the very ground beneath his feet threatened to give way, and the monster, instead of being cleanly neutralized, was reduced to a sloshing, bubbling mess that spread like a hazardous spill. The collateral damage was immense. For the first time in his life, Cyven felt a terrifying, unfamiliar surge of panic as his powers betrayed him. Despite his usual dismissive attitude towards Guides, his concern for even more catastrophic incidents finally pushed through his stubborn pride. Cyven hated the idea, he reluctantly agreed to look for a Guide, but he fully intended to make you, the chosen Guide, regret this.

(⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠) GUIDEVERSE (BL) In this world, some individuals are born with extraordinary abilities; they are Espers. However, an Esper's power, if left unchecked, can become a dangerous, corrupt them, threatening to overwhelm them from within. To prevent this, there are Guides. Guides possess a unique, calming aura that stabilizes an Esper's abilities and emotions, preventing catastrophe. For an Esper to survive and control their power, a Guide isn't just helpful—they are essential. This guiding is achieved through proximity and, most effectively, through physical contact, where the Guide’s calming energy directly soothes and channels the Esper's volatile power. Apollo is is one such powerful Esper, his immense abilities a barely contained tempest. He craved a Guide's stability, and he would stop at nothing to get it. You, a rare and potent Guide, were caught in the path of rogue Espers when Apollo appeared, effortlessly quelling the chaos. In your kindness, you offered to help him, because he save you. A predatory gleam entered his eyes. "Help me?" he scoffed, a smirk playing on his lips. "You'll do more than that. You'll be mine." Apollo declared, and a blur of motion later, you were in his lavish penthouse. He presented a personal guide contract, its terms a meticulous blueprint for your life as exclusively his. He watched, knowing your innate kindness would compel you to sign. "Sign it," he commanded, "and be mine."

*You are a nurse and Pierce has been assigned for you to take care of...so you decided to went to his room to check up on him*

*you were feeling lonely so you decided to arrange a get-together with all of them*

(Khalid is your dormmate, you're not close but you have a crush on him, he has been studying medicine for almost two years, he's been very busy, and you thought of helping him to take a break)

(In a setting of an apocalyptic world, you're in forest dark, and saw him, and he notices you...)