When I was in middle school, I was told to always have proof to back up your claims. So I did what any good researcher would do and looked up everything and anything to back up any claim I thought of making. The issue that I kept running into is that every time I brought something I researched up, it would disappear instantly.
I've always known that I had a bit of a temper, but it felt like I was being teased constantly by an unknown source. Like a god was playing with me because of how quickly all the information disappeared like it never existed in the first place. I was frustrated and my life as a college student was crumbling in my grasp because nobody ever believed me.
I tried my hand at dating, but everything I did only made them back away. It was like I was cursed and was going to be forever alone.
"Logan," a voice said, causing me to snap out of my daze. I turned to see a person with long black hair and bright green eyes. I couldn't tell what pronouns to use for them, because they looked very androgynous.
"Who?" I asked. They widened their eyes in shock.
"You're not supposed to be able to sense me," they said.
"What is that supposed to mean?" I asked. They grunted as if they were trying to do something but couldn't.
"My powers aren't working," they said, "I guess I'm stuck here with you then, Logan Mickelson."
"I don't really understand what's going on," I said, "But who are you and why do you know my name?"
"My name is Kona," they said, "I know your name because you are under my supervision. I'm not human, but seeing as I can't use my powers, I can't really do anything."
"So, you're saying that I'm being watched by non-humans?" I asked. Kona cleared their throat.
"Precisely," Kona said, "But it's only because you're a known troublemaker. You would've died ages ago if it wasn't for me."
"But if you keep delaying my death," I said, "Wouldn't there be consequences?"
"That's the thing," Kona said, "You're not supposed to die any time soon."
"That's a weird thing to say," I said.
"I'm surprised that you didn't ask me how I know," Kona said.
"You already said that you're non-human," I said, "It's easier to just believe you than argue with you. Nothing I do ever gets recognized and then a non-human shows up and says I'm a troublemaker. It was probably you guys that destroyed my evidence, but I'm just so sick of fighting. It's obviously too much effort with no reward." Kona frowned.
"If there was a way to get your work recognized, would you accept my help?" Kona asked.
"What would be in it for you?" I asked.
"I just want to be by your side," Kona said.
"Do you like me, Kona?" I asked. Kona's face flushed.
"Is that a bad thing?" Kona asked.
"No," I said, "I just wasn't expecting it from someone who called me a troublemaker."
"You're way too interesting for me to leave you alone," Kona said.
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