I've never sat in the second-to-last seat by the window, joined a mysterious club because I had no friends, or seen a beautiful girl walking toward me in her underwear on the way home from school. In short, no matter how you look at it, I'm an ordinary person.
On my way home from school, I saw a god.
Oh, that's what he called himself. Let me think back to how it happened that day.
When I got up in the morning, there was no cute little sister to say good morning to me. Since I lived with my parents, there was no cute neighbor to make me breakfast, either. After breakfast, I headed out without bumping into a beautiful girl with toast in her mouth at the corner. There were no surprise tests or new teachers in class, and no mysterious transfer student before school let out. I never chatted with friends about some goddess who had returned from studying abroad. All in all, it was an extremely ordinary day.
Then, as I was walking alone down a narrow lane on my way home, I saw a slime.
Slime is cute0(∩_∩)0