——My life moving forward is full of darkness.

Did the first person who said "The antonym of like is indifference" go to hell? Treating others with "malice" cannot be better than "indifference" - the antonym of like should be hate.

I am well aware of the ugliness of human nature, so I don't have any expectations of others, and I don't have any thoughts about the death of others. Indifference is the virtue that humans should ultimately possess.

However, not everyone understands this truth.

Self-satisfied, talking to oneself, using the suffering of others to satisfy one's own vanity - it seems that people have always been like this.

My stomach hurt from being hit, and my forehead hurt from being burned by cigarettes. I couldn't run away from school, and I didn't want my mother to worry about me. She was already having a hard time.

At least, during lunch break, let me escape from that campus.

There are many rumors about this abandoned place, and even a case that happened a few days ago, but I am extremely grateful that I sneaked in on that usual afternoon and met the person who pulled me out of the abyss.

I didn't know his name at first, but the sudden explosion of the alien shape above my head forced me to look up. When my eyes met his, he seemed to have not expected the presence of someone and hid back in panic.

I shouldn't care about this, it's other people's business. But I couldn't help but wonder, what was that thing just now, who was that person just now?

Maybe people just like to find some sense of existence for themselves. The more miserable people are, the more they want to find some excuses for their incompatibility. I can't help but wonder - will I be different?

I chased into the teaching building that seemed to be able to swallow people.

There seemed to be some kind of screams lingering on the stairs. I felt inexplicably depressed, but also uncontrollably excited.

When I chased him to the classroom door, I saw his appearance clearly.

He looked young, maybe about the same age as me, but the sportswear he was wearing didn't look like the style worn by nearby schools.

What impressed me most were his eyes - they had nothing to do with the so-called "six eyes" that I later learned about, nor had they anything to do with that special, beautiful look.

It was the look in his eyes, the tender, delicate, indescribable look that made me feel that I was being cared for. I even felt my eye sockets tighten after just this one encounter.

Just by looking at him like that, I felt like the wound on my forehead wasn't hurting as much anymore.

At this moment, even though I didn’t want to do it subjectively, I still clearly realized the fact that I hoped someone could care about me. I didn’t really want the “virtue” of everyone being “indifferent” - I just used this as an excuse. I just didn’t want to be bullied.

I'm just a coward and don't dare to really resist.

I mustered up my courage and tried to say something, but when I opened my mouth I could only ask intermittent questions about the thing I had never seen before.

Is that a demon or a ghost?

His eyes sparkled and he answered me seriously that it was a "cursed spirit".

Then he told me that I had talents that other people didn't have.

Could someone like me have talents that others don't have?

I want to believe it, but I dare not believe it. I have watched many bizarre movies and met many characters who would break into certain scenes. It seems that only the protagonist of the story can survive, so what about me?

Am I the protagonist of this story, or just a supporting character whose name I can’t even write?

I didn't know how to ask, and then - and then his stomach growled.

Others had never seen this before, and his ears turned red instantly. He looked a little embarrassed but didn't want to show it.

Really cute.

It's also very real.

I gave him the rice ball I brought with me. I admit that I deliberately wanted to get closer to him and let him know that there is someone like me.

I don't want to be a passer-by forever, I also want to stay in the eyes of others.

When the ceiling suddenly broke and collapsed, I thought I was going to die.

Just like the supporting character in all the movies who intrudes into places where he shouldn't - maybe I'm not even a supporting character.

But nothing happened.

I can no longer remember what the cursed spirit looked like when I first saw him. What remains in my memory is his back as he blocked me.

He protected me.

The cursed spirit in front of him did not explode like the previous one, but just disappeared silently.

I couldn't help but wonder if he was taking my feelings into consideration.

Afterwards, I took the opportunity to invite him to lunch.

My relationship with him is closer now, can we exchange names?

I introduced myself first, then looked at him.

He was a little nervous and anxious, wanting to speak but not speaking. I realized that he seemed like... a child who had just come to this world and didn't know anything.

What is he nervous about? What is he anxious about?

Is it because you care about my reaction?

I had some emotions that I couldn't even explain, and I deliberately showed a sad expression.

His reaction was indeed even stronger.

I am...happy, and I feel pleasure in a despicable way. I am a bad person, I must be a bad person, and I feel genuine pleasure from playing with other people's emotions.

"Misaki." That's how he introduced her.

I know this must not be his real name, maybe he made it up. Maybe he doesn't know his own name, or how to introduce himself, but he doesn't want me to be sad, so he made up this name.

This is a name because I exist.

He was really gentle and I felt a sense of satisfaction from the inside out.

When I was stopped by someone, I was a little panicked. Would they bully Misaki like they bullied me?

No, I can't let this happen!

But Misaki was really powerful, and these people were completely powerless to fight back under him.

I found that these people in school are completely in a different world from me.

Misaki had trouble speaking, but he forced them to apologize to me. It seemed like he had been protecting me since we met.

"Can I do that?" I asked - can I protect you one day like you protected me?

He nodded vigorously.

I knew he didn't understand what I meant, but that was enough.

I can do it, I definitely can do it!

Then came that, he moved into my house, and I shared my favorite movies and food with him like any other friend.

He taught me spells and took me to practice my abilities, just like all teachers and students.

My technique comes from my heart and my emotions. The transparent jellyfish represents my indifference, and the cold tones tell of my coldness.

I don't have that many people I care about, but Misaki will always occupy the most special place in my heart.

Others can't understand his words, his expressions, his eyes, but I can. Maybe even Misaki herself doesn't know how easy it is to understand him.

I didn't really want to join the academy, and I believed that Misaki could teach me what I could learn from other people. But when I got in Mr. Ijichi's car, I knew that he must know these people and wanted to join, or wanted me to join.

Misaki was just being cautious about my thoughts.

I don't want to put him in a difficult position. He has already accommodated so many things and emotions for me, and I also want to do something for him.

He is very strong, so strong that he doesn't need my protection. So, I always want to find something else to supplement him.

Life in technical high school is actually very good. The classmates are all very friendly. Yuji, Kugizaki, and Fushiguro all have different personalities, but they are all very good people. I also have people who can truly be called "classmates" and "friends."

Misaki was happy to see me happy.

After the sisters' battle, I found out. Misaki's life experience might be more complicated than I thought. There was family conspiracy, persecution from high-level officials, and perhaps many things I didn't know and couldn't understand.

But those are not important. Misaki taught me: Don’t dwell on the past, look forward to the future.

No matter what his past was like, Misaki will always be Misaki.

Fate is a wonderful thing. It brings people together and separates them.

He was plotted against, plotted against by the cursed spirit.

Why did I trust others and end up becoming a tool for them to control Misaki?

It doesn't matter what happens to me. I have such a despicable wish for a life that does not belong to me. It doesn't matter if I die here.

Principal Night Moth said that there is no such thing as a sorcerer's death without regrets.

But at least at this moment, I feel that I will never regret it even if I die.

That man, the one who claimed to be Gojo-sensei's best friend, actually dug out Misaki's eyes with his hands - how dare he!

My whole body was in pain, and I tried my best to mobilize the magic power in my body - let me move, move!

Save him, his face is covered with blood and there is blood on the ground.

Red, painful——

But he was happy.

why!

Why do you treat him like this!

Then, he dug out his other eye and used Kusuzaki's nail to break the hold that Jigokumon had on Gojo-sensei.

Teacher Gojo took action.

Misaki should be fine now. My cursed power started to work. I wanted to help Misaki, to relieve his pain, both physically and emotionally.

I have never had such a burning desire.

My cursed power responded to me. This is my only shikigami jellyfish that is not transparent.

Let's call it "熾", I've never felt this way before.

But fate seemed to be playing a joke on me, and I watched Misaki's body collapse.

It wasn't injuries, it wasn't bleeding, it was a kind of destruction that couldn't be described in words.

It's like the weakness starts from one side of the body and then gradually disappears.

This is so fantastical, I must be dreaming, right?

"熾" caught the fallen Misaki, but the reversal technique it carried was useless.

I am still useless.

This was probably the first time I cried in front of Misaki.

Even though he may not be able to see what I look like anymore.

Without saying anything, I could sense that he was not in pain, but rather felt relieved and happy.

It was as if the blood on his face was not flowing from the wound, but just the blood that was cut out. It was like a person who had been detained for a long time was suddenly given the feeling of freedom.

He is leaving.

I was very aware of this fact and there was nothing I could do to change it.

It cannot be changed.

——Misaki also hoped so.

"I'm just going back. Even if I'm not by your side, I will always be watching over you."

He really didn't belong here, so he wanted to go back.

I should be happy for him.

He will always be watching me and I will always remember him.

I finally became a passer-by, but this time, I didn't seem to feel so bad.

Because I have been the protagonist in his life, and now——

Don't dwell on the past.

Don’t read——

Never forget the thought——

My life is dark ahead, but it will be bright afterward.