[A Certain Magical Index] The Fragile Beauty in the Protagonist's Home

There was once a boy who would lend a hand whenever someone in front of him was troubled. Even without any remarkable strength to speak of, he would step forward without hesitation.

...Then occasionally he'd run away, cowering in a sorry state.

"Um, um! Please stop chasing me! You've followed me all the way home, so just let me go! It's for your own good, too..."

The commotion in the street drew attention. An old door opened, and a slender, pale hand rested on the railing. A white-haired youth stood there... or perhaps a girl. By any measure, they were a beautiful person with a sickly air about them, soft white hair hanging down. Their blood-red eyes looked down from above, sizing him up.

"Hey," the white-haired person said in a low voice. "Let him go."

Then they pursed their lips and spoke more quietly, grumpily addressing the spiky-haired boy:

"...What kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into this time?"

A Certain Magical Index crossover, an everyday-life and crossover story with a light romantic feel, where the protagonist plays the pig to eat the tiger (what?)

A: By the way, over the past couple of years, I've been amazed by a few authors who can carry an entire fandom on their own. My ambition has been growing! I want to do that too! (laughs) Besides, A Certain Magical Index isn't finished yet, and I still love it, so I can keep writing.

Theme: Do good deeds.