My Utterly Ordinary Self

When she was seven, her dad finally died the way he'd always dreamed of: in a woman's bed. Her mother, whom she'd never met, sent her from England to their old home in Japan and dumped her in the care of her own elderly mother. When Qili grabbed her and demanded to know what she was going to do, insisting that she was her mother, all she got in reply was a cold, "I don't have time to look after you. If you don't like it, dig up your dad and have him take care of you." She didn't try to stop her. Only after she'd gone, she muttered quietly in the direction she had left: "When you die, I'll bury you with him." She held on to that dream, and no matter how poor she was, life seemed wonderful. Even when her friend spent 200,000 on a shirt and she was so broke she had to wear potato sacks, she didn't think there was anything wrong with it. "Hey, what kind of nonsense are you making up now? When were you ever so poor you had to wear potato sacks?" Gojo Satoru snatched her notebook and shouted after reading it. Geto Suguru widened his eyes, looking both shocked and speechless. "Don't you always scam us out of money to buy clothes?" "Poor things. You two are so uncultured you don't even understand artistic embellishment." Qili shook her head with a sigh and strolled past them, utterly unruffled. "...I'm definitely beating you up today. Don't think you can get out of it by acting pitiful again!" At the shout behind her, the figure that had just been strolling by so calmly silently broke into a run. [Qili has no heart, and I haven't decided on the male lead. I'll make it up as I go.] Theme: A rich inner life