Toge Inumaki Is Still Picking Up His Boyfriend’s Arms Today

[Main story complete. More extra stories, please!] [Up next: Dazai's Little Brother Is Trying His Best to Stay Alive!] [Going premium on April 20! Three chapters that day, and a new cover too! Hope you'll support me, everyone! www Anti-piracy ratio: 90%, 48 hours~] A cursed speech user brings home a boy who has lost twelve body parts. He's unconscious, like a puppet specially made for a purpose. "He's practically a weapon built specifically to kill cursed spirits." This is everyone's first impression when they see the boy. Half a month later, after investigating for ages without finding anything and driving a bunch of rotten higher-ups into a rage again, wtw decides to check on the boy entrusted to the cursed speech user. wtw gets his expression ready and flings open the cursed speech user's door, brimming with energy. "Yo! Your favorite teacher is here to visit his student!" His proud disciple? The last descendant of the cursed speech clan? The future of the jujutsu world? He's wearing a head wrap, a pink apron, and leather gloves, kneeling on the floor and dutifully scrubbing the dirt from the fingernails of a prosthetic hand with a little toothbrush. He looks up: "?" Spicy teacher wtw: Sorry to bother you. Could I speak to the owner of this house? For a long time, everyone thought the cursed speech user was cute and well-behaved. That is, until a curse born from human evil was about to touch the boy. The cursed speech user, wild-eyed with madness, yanks down his collar and ignores the blood pouring from his throat as he screams at the cursed spirit: "Don't. Touch. Him!!!!" Humans are creatures drawn to light. They come toward it, then chase after it as it moves. Like a dragon guarding its treasure. The boy, created by human malice, has the purest, most flawless flame of a soul. Main pairing: Cursed speech user: The years I spent finding arms for my boyfriend. Cute on the surface but actually a total maniac cursed speech user X a cold-looking but obedient puppy of a boy A love story about a disabled person (?) This is pure love! (shouting!) . The protagonist has no hands or feet and is missing twelve body parts. He's blind, deaf, and mute, with no sense of pain or taste. His prosthetics can be removed. . He's blind but can see the flames of souls. . My own setting is extensive, and cursed speech can affect the protagonist. . Contains BL romance [Upcoming: The Night Rabbit Is a Literary Great] Blurb: Wengui wakes up one day to find that the world has changed. The most obvious sign is that his favorite wide rice bowl, a meter across, has disappeared, replaced by hideous creatures lurking in every shadowy corner. The Night Rabbit, who's spent his days doing nothing, finally stretches his wicked claws toward those grotesque creatures, only to find that they all taste like cleaning rags! They're impossible to swallow and inedible! He'd call anyone who could eat these things the strongest! Then one day, the Night Rabbit encounters a black-haired little boy in an alley, rolling those bizarre creatures into balls and swallowing them. The Night Rabbit: ... Wanting to test whether these creatures were edible, the Night Rabbit takes the little boy home to observe him. Before long, he has no choice but to start earning a living and raising the kid. Inspired by the family drama of the colorful-haired old god next door, he writes his first manuscript and sends it to a publisher. To his surprise, he becomes an overnight sensation. "A captivating account that seems to transcend humanity." Actually, he really is an alien. "A literary genius, with a talent as brilliant and incomparable as the stars!" Actually, I live among the stars myself. "Beneath the gentle, cheerful prose lie bloody truths and defiant ideas!" Not beneath it... when the old god next door is making a racket, I really do find it pretty entertaining. Wengui: Stop praising me, or I'll start thinking cursed spirits taste good. *On a TV interview with the rising literary star, the host asks, "Mr. Night Rabbit, what inspired you to write?" On the television screen, a young man with long black hair is dressed in sharply contrasting black and white, looking like an elegant nobleman straight out of the Heian capital. He smiles at the question and replies, "The child at home." Scenes to look forward to: Suguru smiles as he pulls the Night Rabbit out of bed. "Sir, please stop sleeping." The Night Rabbit grumbles unwillingly as he's led to the dining table. The young man, already over 1.8 meters tall, comes up behind him and completely envelops him, like a closing cage, keeping him within his territory. "Do you have a present for me today, sir?" Scenes to look forward to: The Night Rabbit holds a book signing under the blazing sun, wilting like a rabbit. Carefully shielding the Night Rabbit completely from the sun, Geto blocks the bandaged, one-eyed man's probing hand with a false smile. "Please mind your personal space, sir." Dazai stares at the man with bangs who's being kept in Night Rabbit-sensei's territory and says sarcastically, "You too, assistant. Mind your personal space~" Night Rabbit: "Can we hurry up and finish...?" Then the guy with absolutely no sense of personal space shows up. Can Infinity block sunlight? The rabbit's research list just got longer. Some jerk with absolutely no sense of personal space grabs the Night Rabbit's hand and presses it to his own chest. "Night Rabbit-sensei, just try it and you'll see!" Notes: 1. The protagonist is a Night Rabbit from Gintama, Kamui's neighbor. He doesn't like fighting, but he can fight. 2. He looks like a nobleman, but he's actually a total airhead. Night Rabbits are all a little rough around the edges, but as long as you don't hit a sore spot, they're really well-behaved. A feel-good story about raising a kid, with a light plot and one-sided crushes. 3. There will be stories within the story. 4. The timelines might get mixed up because this is a crossover, so just enjoy it and don't worry too much about historical accuracy. Theme: Every encounter is a miracle worth cherishing