After Becoming a Real Person, I Ended Up with Junpei

I'm an ordinary office drone. One day, while heading home after working overtime, I transmigrated. No pocket dimension, no spiritual spring, no powerful connections, no money. I have a stitched-together face, and a squinty-eyed person by my side. I was supposed to watch our boss slaughter everyone, but instead I witnessed a full-on heart-piercing love confession. A teammate with one eye told me to clear the obstacles. The next thing I knew, all that came back for us to look at was his head. Looks like our new humanity is doomed. Cold.jpg Don't ask. The answer is that we're living in the sewers now, and I get to chat with a pretty boy every day. The two of us talk about our hopes and dreams, fight monsters and level up, face the strongest person alive, and figure out how to win over his mom, my mother-in-law... Ahem. Gojo Satoru: Huh, so you really can order a special-grade cursed spirit around! Tell me, tell me, how'd you manage that, Junpei? Me and Junpei: How rude! This is true love! Note: 1. I'm terrible at blurbs and writing, and the characters will be heavily out of character. There may be a lot of headcanons. 2. My take on the transmigrated Mahito is a fusion version. He's not a good person, though he may eventually become chaotic good at best. The characters' values are not the author's values (please remember this). 3. This story is purely for love, written for my own amusement. It's a silly wish-fulfillment story with a guaranteed happy ending. The Mahito in this story will quietly spare some characters from their gruesome fates. 4. Mahito/Junpei is the pairing, and I won't change my mind. 5. If this isn't for you, please don't read it. Thank you. Slowly revising the story. Also, the characters' values do not represent the author's. I just sometimes want to indulge in some dark cursed-spirit fare. If you direct your complaints at the author, I won't do anything to you, but I will cry (with a blank expression). *Please don't mention the author or this story anywhere except in the comments. I'd be very grateful. I want to quietly enjoy this with readers who share my wavelength and don't mind my work. Theme: If one small thing had changed, perhaps they could have been together.