My name is Fuyushima Natsu, nicknamed the Great Diviner. I'm a second-year student at Tokyo Jujutsu High.
I have the classic mature beauty look, but the soul of a total goofball.
My jujutsu skills are nothing special, but my ambitions are sky-high.
I'm going to win over my classmate, the Special Grade, Yuta Okkotsu.
As for why, I have to mention my cursed technique: divination.
As a staunch Marxist of the twenty-first century, I run a stall at Jujutsu High. My services include, but aren't limited to, fortune-telling, bone reading, face reading, and so on.
One day, with nothing better to do, I told my own fortune. When I saw the result, I nearly fell off my chair.
Good heavens, a terrible omen! Bloodshed awaits me, and the way to avert it is...
I must stay by the side of a fire-element man, unlucky in love, with... a big one and great stamina, for forty-nine days straight. Only then can I break the curse.
Me: ? I'm a goofball, but I have some dignity. Could you take another look at that last part?
But for the sake of my life, I gritted my teeth and went through countless hardships to identify three fire-element men around me...
First candidate: Satoru Gojo
My unreliable teacher. Let's leave the last requirement aside for now, but unlucky in love...?
You can't be serious. He doesn't even have that problem.
Second candidate: Sukuna (don't ask how I figured that out).
Even if all three requirements are unknown for that guy, for the sake of my life, I'm happy to remain ignorant forever.
The last candidate: Yuta Okkotsu
Fire element: check.
Unlucky in love: check, check.
His... size...
Well, I pushed up my nonexistent glasses and decided I ought to investigate.
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Yuta Okkotsu has been troubled lately.
It's a little embarrassing to admit, but he thinks someone might be lusting after him. That's right, lusting.
Whenever he goes to the bathroom, he feels a burning gaze on him.
The pants he'd hung out to dry on the dorm balcony have vanished.
His medical report has been dug up.
One thing after another. Yuta is scared. Yuta is getting goosebumps.
When he asked his classmates for help, all he got were strange looks that said, "You're really that full of yourself?" Yuta had no way to explain.
To protect his chastity, Yuta decided to take action.
But the other person's skills were just too good. Even honest Yuta couldn't find the slightest clue.
Until one day...
His classmate Fuyushima-chan, who had an absolutely stunningly cold face and could make anyone's heart race as long as she didn't open her mouth, leaned against the bathhouse door, twirled the towel in her hand, and gave him a wink.
"Hey, Okkotsu-kun, want me to scrub your back?~"
That day, Yuta remembered the fear of being at the mercy of a pervert.
Theme: Every step is the best arrangement fate could make.
