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"You should give him a chance."
Even after twenty-nine years of (Name) following him around, Toshinori still has to work very, very hard to not jump high enough to launch his desk into the ceiling. Again. It had been embarrassing enough the first time around.
Clutching at his chest, he waits for his racing heartbeat to calm down and tries to ignore (Name)'s snickering at his reaction from where she is seated on one of the sofas in his office, looking like she has been lounging there for a while already.
"Sorry, could you repeat that for me?" Toshinori manages to choke out, glaring at his guardian.
(Name) hums, examining her perfectly manicured nails. "That man who has been hounding you about hiring him as your sidekick," she says, barely sparing him a pointed glance. "Sasaki Mirai. You should give him a chance."
Interest piqued, he spins his desk chair to better face her direction, abandoning the unfinished report on his computer screen. "You think so?" The underlying question was obviously along the lines of "Is that what's meant to be?"
"I do," she answers. "He'll make a great match for you. I don't mean to imply that you're dumb because I do know better, but that guy? He's crazy smart. You'll do well with him around to support you."
It's in her wording, Toshinori realizes. Anyone else might say "You would do well" or "He would make a great match", but (Name) is telling him these things will surely come to pass. Another one of those meant-to-be things that Toshinori doesn't fully understand.
But his spectral guardian has actually deigned to show herself when it isn't his birthday or his life isn't being threatened, so he already knows this is important somehow. He still doesn't see (Name) around other than that. She's like a distant cousin or something along those lines at this point.
Wryly, he asks, "You won't tell me even if I ask, will you?"
Scoffing, she rises to her feet. "Of course not, Toshi," she states, her voice light and lilting as she walks toward the large floor-to-ceiling windows of his office. "What kind of mysterious spirit would I be if I gave you straight answers to things beyond your human comprehension?"
