Fourteen years have passed since I was born into this era. Looking back, I haven't really done anything particularly impressive. During the day I attend school, at night I hunt cursed spirits around the house, and in my free time I train. I've also refined the veil through practice, making it far more effective than before.
For some reason, there don't seem to be any jujutsu sorcerers in this era. While I occasionally sense people with cursed energy, so far I haven't encountered anyone besides myself who possesses an actual technique. It feels like people here receive "Quirks" instead of techniques. Although, some who have Quirks might still possess techniques. After all, I do.
Well, the details aren't clear to me.
My own Quirk? It's useless, so I don't use it. Apparently, anything I touch starts spinning wildly. Just try touching the ground with it — it causes absolute chaos. The recoil is brutal too. It basically requires Reverse Cursed Technique to handle safely. I don't need a Quirk like this.
So, officially, my Quirk is listed as "Blood Control." It's apparently the same as some hero somewhere. If the chance arises, I'd like to spar with them.
Only my parents and Himiko know about my technique. Mother's Quirk is "Spiritual Ability," which lets her see and interact with spiritual entities. She can see cursed spirits too. However, around the time I turned four, she stopped being able to see them.
That's because I went around exorcising every last cursed spirit near our house. They were all small fry and boring. Most of them I could purge with simple cursed energy manipulation.
The cursed spirits in this era have no backbone whatsoever.
That's enough about me, my family, and cursed spirits. The real problem is Himiko.
Ten years have passed since we met. She has grown into a fine woman. Her figure is excellent, her personality is lovely, and she has blossomed into a true beauty.
…However, her smile and her obsession with blood are beyond saving. If I didn't have Reverse Cursed Technique, I don't know how many times I would have died from blood loss by now. Stop stabbing me with a kitchen knife just because it surprises you. She never stops. "Tattered, beaten-up Madoka-chan is so cool! So cute!!" — she says things like that with a straight face. If it weren't me, I would already be dead.
There are other problems too.
This girl has no friends. During every break at school she comes to my classroom to play, and after school she always goes home with me, so she doesn't participate in any clubs. It was the same back in elementary school.
Make some friends already!
I, at least, have a friend. Tokoyami. When I first saw his Quirk, I got my hopes up thinking there was another jujutsu sorcerer besides me!! I still haven't forgiven Dark Shadow for that. Or you, Tokoyami. You toyed with my pure heart. Also, it's about time you stopped with that weird dramatic way of speaking. Because of that strange tone, you're getting badmouthed behind your back nonstop. We're in different classes this year — are you going to be okay?
Also, Himiko has officially become my fiancée. This girl… she did an insane amount of behind-the-scenes maneuvering. My parents had already fallen completely without me noticing. Himiko's parents, the Toga couple, are completely indifferent to their daughter. Thanks to that, ever since the day she became my fiancée, Himiko has been practically living at our house. She's almost always here. She sleeps over seven days a week. She gets along extremely well with both my father and mother.
She only goes back to her actual home across the street occasionally to get parental consent for school events and such. And to pay for the food she eats here. Even though they're indifferent to their daughter, the couple apparently feels guilty about freeloading their child off another family.
Well, both Mother and Father are kind-hearted people, and they genuinely treat Himiko like their own daughter. Because of that, the Toga couple has essentially given up on their child for real. Furthermore, when they once happened to see Himiko drinking my blood, they said some truly gut-wrenching things.
…So I ended up seriously picking a fight with them. That was probably a mistake.
I just can't tolerate parents who don't cherish their children. No… perhaps it means Himiko has become that important to me. She's like a granddaughter I've gained — adorable, except for her smile and her tastes.
"Nfufu~ Madoka-chan, Madoka-chan~"
"What, what? You're being all clingy and sweet again today."
While I was studying in my room, Himiko — still in her school uniform — came up behind me and hugged me tightly. The distance was far too close. Lately her skinship has been getting more and more intense. It's been like this ever since she turned thirteen. Hey… a daughter shouldn't be this clingy with someone before marriage. Or does it not count because we're both girls? But still, in my previous life I was a man, you know??
Hey, Himiko? I have entrance exams next year, you know? You're taking yours this year, aren't you? Summer is almost here — why are you so relaxed? I'm anxious about the future because I don't understand English at all.
"Ehehe~… When I'm like this, I feel calm."
"I see. But you're disturbing my studies, so let go."
"You're wrong there~ It's 'i' not 'l'."
"What?"
"Shall I teach you English again?"
"…Please. I don't understand any of it. What is this language? It's making my head spin."
English is incomprehensible. I understand nothing. I've had Himiko teach me many times, but it just doesn't click. My brain refuses to accept it. By the way, Himiko is quite good at English. There was a period when she studied almost nothing but English, so I once asked why she was studying it so much.
She answered with that cursed-spirit smile of hers: "So I can teach Madoka-chan." Listen, Himiko. Is getting a Grade 2 Eiken certificate just for that really normal?
…Is the power of love truly that great?
If love could let me defeat Sukuna, I wouldn't have spent these fourteen years training at all??
Ah, I want to fight a real opponent. Is there no one with any backbone?
"Madoka-chan, you're so old-fashioned~ It can't be helped if you don't understand."
...What did you just say?
"Did you just make fun of me? Did you just call me stupid?
Hm? You wanna go?? If it's a fight of strength, I won't lose, you know??"
"Sure, go ahead~"
"Alright, line up right there, Himiko! Today I'm really going to teach you a— mmph!?"
Nngh… Hey, stop biting my ear. Don't wrap your hands around my chest! Don't stroke my stomach!! That's sexual harassment!!
W-Wait! Wait, we're not supposed to do those kinds of things until after we're married…!
"Madoka-chan, you're so weak~"
That girl smiled wickedly. Whose fault do you think this is?!
"You…!! I told you no sexual harassment!!"
"It's not sexual harassment. It's an act of love."
"Nngh, hey, stop…! Himiko…!"
Studying was no longer an option. Whenever she starts touching my body like this, this female form of mine immediately gets in the mood. Is the female body really this weak to pleasure? No, no, this is bad.
And you've been getting way too carried away lately!!
What? It's my fault for not rejecting you? I do reject you, damn it!!!