My Magic Powers Think I'm Too Squishy

Hiirarin was born on a night when the rainy season was about to end. On the night of the awakening technique, she sneaked out and made hand shadows in the corridor, folding her hands to make the shape of wings. The shadow moved, and a pair of wings grew from her back. She flew up, crashed into the canopy of the tree, and got stuck on a branch. She couldn't get down after shaking for a long time. The days at Tokyo High School passed quickly. Before she could remember every smiling face, fate took a twist. That year, the teacher became ill. Fuyu Hiiragi, an ordinary member of the Hiiragi family, her teacher who had taught her for ten years, suddenly fell into a deep sleep. Lying quietly on the bed, breathing steadily and looking peaceful, it was like having a long, long dream. Doctors couldn't find the cause. Even six eyes can't see the reason. "Maybe it's because of my age." Someone said. "Her cataracts have always been serious, maybe complications." Someone speculated. Hiirarin stood beside the teacher's bed, looking at her gray hair scattered on the pillow, and her eyes that had long been unable to see clearly were tightly closed. "Teacher," she said softly, "when will you wake up?" No one answered. "Your teacher," he suddenly said, "has he been sleeping?" Hiirin was stunned. "How do you know?" Gojo Satoru knelt down and looked at her level. There was something she couldn't understand in those six eyes - not sadness, not anger, but a deeper, older emotion, like a person who already knew the answer, but didn't know how to say it. "That's not a disease," he said. "... What?" "Your teacher. She's not sick." Gojo Satoru's voice was very soft. "She was cursed. Now her body is occupied." Hiirarin stood there. She heard every word. But she felt she didn't understand. "Impossible." Hiiragi said. Gojo Satoru said nothing. "You can't even tell with six eyes." Her voice began to tremble, "If her body is occupied, you-" Hiirarin's whole body was shaking with anger. In the past few months, she sat beside the teacher's bed every day and held the teacher's hand, thinking that she was just sick. "Gojo-kun." Her voice was calm. Not as calm as her. "Yeah." "Where is that man?" Gojo Satoru looked at her. Look into her eyes. "Let's go," he said, "I'll take you there." He took a few steps, stopped again, and looked back at her. "Rin." "Huh?" "Are you still in such bad health?" "... You take care of me." He smiled softly. Hiirarin doesn't know anything. She didn't know that Gojo Satoru had been walking alone for a long time. Not knowing he was waiting for her to show up. I didn't know that he would go to the Hiiragi family's old house on the outskirts of Kyoto to sit for a while every summer. She only knows one thing - The teacher is not sick. It was stolen. And what she has to do is bring the teacher back. Even if the teacher's eyes have long been unable to see clearly. Even after the teacher woke up, he could only see blurry light and shadow. She wants to take the teacher home. Let her sit on the porch and tell her—— "Teacher, look, it's spring again." Purpose: good health