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I am Qingmu Xunyi. After my teacher rescued me from a monster, I enrolled at the Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College and became one of his students.
As a student, I had far too many dazzling classmates. Compared to Maki and Panda, who were both physically strong, Toge Inumaki, who wielded Cursed Speech, and Yuta Okkotsu, who was designated Special Grade upon enrollment, my talent was painfully ordinary.
So I trained day and night, hoping that someday I could help shoulder some of my teacher's burdens and become a student he could be proud of.
Maki often gave me a look that said she didn't know what to make of me, and told me I had far too much of a filter in my teacher's favor.
Even my teacher would sometimes shake his head at me, saying that I relied on him too much and had no mind of my own.
I agreed with everything my teacher said, but I didn't change.
I firmly believed that my teacher was a warm and considerate person, with noble and lofty ideals. He was powerful and perfect, with hardly any flaws. He always shone down on me like the bright, immaculate moon, and even an utterly unremarkable person like me could be illuminated by him. I followed in his footsteps, making it my greatest goal to earn Gojo-sensei's approval.
Then an accident sent me to a whole new world, where I became classmates with my teacher during his high school days.
Being able to witness my teacher's growth is so wonderful... right?
I still remember how my teacher used to carefully hold down my skirt when he carried me. How, on the way to a mission, he'd take a detour to buy me my favorite daifuku and ice cream. He'd give me pretty dresses and handbags, and praise and encourage me whenever I completed a mission...
But the Gojo-sensei of now, no, Gojo-kun?
He deliberately stole the ice cream I'd waited in a long line to buy.
He deliberately ruined my favorite dress.
He deliberately made fun of me and said all kinds of nasty things.
Even when we were forced to stay at an inn during a mission, he made me sleep on the floor.
He even bit my cheek hard...
After repeatedly confirming that this really was my teacher, I started to think my dependence on him might finally be cured, and the filter I had for him might finally shatter.
Theme: Love does not shift easily.
