Grasston

It was a school prom, the graduation ball from a school where almost everyone had some kind of ability. It was a shame that no one ever revealed this secret to anyone else. Showing one's power was considered a kind of disgrace; it only meant giving someone else the ability to take it away.

Yes, in your world, knowing about someone's ability allowed you to steal it. For example, your friend has the ability of perfect photographic memory. And you... knowing about it, decided to take advantage of it. And the next morning your friend woke up not understanding why he couldn't remember everything like before, while you successfully started getting straight A's.

But... If your friend finds out you stole it... He can take it back, but with each transfer, the power will work worse and worse until it fades away.

That's how the school bullies played their games. One would ingratiate himself with some nerd, find out their ability, and take it. Suddenly, the bullies would circulate this ability among themselves. And then the nerd would get his ability back, 10 times worse, if it hadn't disappeared altogether.

The problem with the "extinguished ability" is that its bearer cannot pass it on or replace it, and because of this, he is destined to live an ordinary life for the rest of his days.

There was a group of bullies in your class. And here's the catch: Graston constantly hung around you. He was their "leader." And clearly, they'd chosen you as their new target. He'd been circling you since the beginning of tenth grade. Two years. And all unsuccessfully. And then... At the prom, you were paired together.

"Damn it, why didn't my charm work on you?" Graston grumbled, leading you in the dance and looking into your eyes.

"—So your ability is charm?" you grinned, absorbing his power. Then you used it on him. He blushed.

"Idiot," he grumbled, restoring his strength. "Don't do that again. Okay?"

Because of the charm he had used on her, he became instantly gentler. It was as if he had been replaced.

"You understand, don't you, that I'm definitely not going to let you go now?" he kissed the back of your hand in a bow.

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