Those Years I Spent Bumming Around at Jujutsu High

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I, Amamiya Mian, am a 48-year-old half-vampire. After 30 years of grueling effort, I had finally completed the last step of the revolution and was about to attain the longed-for eternal slumber. Who would have thought that just after I dozed off, I would suddenly be woken up?

Facing four humans who were looking at me with inexplicable, kindly expressions, I felt my scalp prickle and my pupils quake.

Please, stop shoving scripts at me! I'm really not some artificially created half-curse spirit!

[Star Plasma Vessel Arc]

The boy looked up at the Heavenly Restriction Tyrant who had just killed the strongest. His golden eyes were emotionless, like a god's. Suddenly, he smiled and drove his wakizashi into his own left chest, where his heart lay.

Scarlet stained the gold, and the god fell. The giant sword that slew gods split open space and stood guard at the boy's side. Chains that bound gods snapped through every obstacle and encircled him.

"[Chariot], crush him." The legendary mascot grinned, its scarlet slit pupils brimming with murderous intent.

It was a ferocious beast, newly awakened.

[Taisho Arc]

Was it worth it?

The frail man who was asked this smiled gently. Though he could no longer see anything, it was as if he could see the confusion in their hearts. "Of course."

Even if no one knew. Even if it cost them their lives. Even if everyone had to sacrifice themselves for it. They would do anything for humanity, so that no one else would have to mourn a loved one devoured by demons.

Slaying demons was their conviction.

Amamiya Mian in other people's eyes: A poor little thing abducted by rotten higher-ups to be subjected to inhuman experiments.

The real Amamiya Mian: Scrounging for free food and working hard to eat.

At last, I can fulfill my wish of slapping Demon Slayer right in Geto Suguru's face! Take a good look at those monkeys you keep talking about!

Note: Mian comes from a world of the author's own creation and has no connection to the vampires in the manga. The inspiration for Mian's abilities comes from the author's tarot cards.

Pairing: WTW

I'll try to update daily.

Coming soon: [Detective Conan] Did I Push the Bomb Squad Out of the Main Plot Today?

In the spring of his seventeenth year, Hagihara Yuhei learned three things:

First, the world he lived in was a manga.

Second, his older brother Hagihara Kenji would die that winter.

Third, his other older brother, Matsuda Jinpei, would die in the winter three years later.

After finally nipping the danger in the bud, Hagihara Yuhei breathed a sigh of relief and decided to lie flat. But...

[Rage: Wren]

A rare calm filled his scarlet eyes. The boy quietly watched Hagihara Kenji, his white hair, stained with dust and blood, sticking up in disarray.

"Wren." Facing the organization's little monster, Hagihara Kenji ignored the senbon embedded by his feet and stepped forward resolutely. "Come with me, okay?"

[Pride: Asagami Miya]

"It's okay, Jinpei." The doctor in a white coat smiled, his light golden eyes fixed earnestly on his friend. Against the backdrop of blood, he seemed almost inhuman. "Everyone living in this world drifts along the line between light and darkness. The human heart falling into darkness is just a perfectly ordinary natural phenomenon. There's no need to be angry."

[Main Personality: Sloth: Hagihara Yuhei]

In the Seventh Detective Agency, the young man curled up in an oversized armchair, exhaustion lingering in his expression. His half-lidded eyes watched Hagihara Kenji and Matsuda Jinpei. After a long while, he rubbed his brow and managed to rouse himself.

"All right." The young man, who had never given in even to lucrative commissions, sighed. "Since that's what you want..."

Hagihara Yuhei: Please, big brothers, stay away from the main plot!

1. A standard Police Academy Squad fix-it story. Absolutely no angst.

2. No romance. The focus is on family.

3. An unconventional secret identity story.

I know there are already so many fix-it stories on JJ, and many readers may be tired of them. Writing this kind of standard fix-it story may not be the best choice, but I just want to write it.

They deserve it.

Theme: Home is wherever my heart finds peace.