Ms. Gojo thought she was dating an ordinary person's boyfriend.

(Notes before reading:)

1: The timeline is before Hisahito Itadori entered the high school.

(Second supplement: My writing was not good in the early stages and I was often criticized for being a bot. I wrote like a bot for over thirty chapters. If you don't like it, you can just leave without leaving a comment to let me know~)

(Addendum: My dear readers, the author has probably gone mad from reading too much and confused the back-to-school diaries of Japan and our country. He's so focused on the new semester starting on September 1st that he forgot theirs starts in April. He only realized this after writing dozens of chapters, so he probably can't change the timeline now. The timeline is completely messed up. Just treat this as entertainment, and please leave your brains here for me to keep safe (*꒦ິ⌓꒦ີ))

The author enjoys writing romance novels, so although this story focuses on romance, it also includes elements of mutual affection. However, the author is a fan of mutually affectionate stories, so it should be a two-way street.

It's mainly a sweet romance story with not much of a main plot. The unresolved issues might just be resolved by a random act.

Don't worry too much about the original protagonist's abilities. I'm writing fanfiction, so I'll just do whatever makes it fun. Don't expect too much rigor from this story.

2: The character will definitely have OOC (out-of-character) moments because I'm not a fan of JJVV (

If you feel the writing is poor, you can leave by car. If you feel the characters don't match your expectations, you can also leave by car.

This is a free post, so please refrain from insults and only read as needed. (≧Ｗ≦)

3: All other anime worlds that have appeared are considered parallel worlds, so there are differences in plot settings.

4. Don't swear! Less hostility!

The author was devastated by rude comments in her previous book, and after finishing it, she became increasingly angry and regretted not fighting back in time. Therefore, this book features a confrontational personality, with the main theme being "I will fight back against any insult." Please bear with me.

5: Read this peacefully, love and peace!

Tokyo Metropolitan Hospital, Pediatric Outpatient Department.

"The pain will stop when you count to three, one, two—"

"three."

The cotton swab was applied at the same time the needle was pulled out.

The little girl in the pink dress blinked, paused for two seconds, and then pouted.

Kikawa Sumi half-squatted in front of her, magically pulled a strawberry-shaped sticker from the pocket of her white coat, and gently placed it on the back of her hand.

"This is proof of Xiao Qing's courage," he said with a smile, his voice gentle.

Xiaoqing stared at the strawberry on the back of her hand, sniffed, wiped away her tears, and whispered, "Thank you, doctor."

"You're welcome." Sumire Kichikawa stood up, ruffled her hair, and gave the parents a few instructions.

The woman thanked him repeatedly, reached out to take the child's hand, and her sleeve slipped up, revealing a small bruise on her arm that had not yet faded.

Sumi Kichikawa's gaze swept over the bruise.

"Does your mom usually pick you up and drop you off?" he asked casually as he tidied up the equipment.

The woman paused almost imperceptibly, her gaze drifting elsewhere: "...Yes, it's me."

"I see." Sumi Kichikawa didn't ask any further questions, but simply handed the medical record back to her and smiled, "If the child doesn't sleep well at night, or has nightmares, feel free to call me anytime."

"...Okay, thank you, doctor."

The woman led her child away hastily.

As Sumi Kichikawa watched their figures disappear around the corner of the corridor, she lowered her head and made an inconspicuous mark on the patient's medical record.

During her lunch break, Sumi Kichikawa took off her white lab coat and changed into a light gray knitted cardigan.

He walked through the quiet alley behind the hospital, slowing his pace as he passed a row of streetlights, and finally stopped by the third streetlight.

The air rippled slightly, like waves on the surface of water.

The next second, he was standing on a street lined with cherry blossoms.

The sun was shining brightly, and as the wind blew, the pink and white petals fell softly.

This is Tomoeda Town—one of the few worlds he liked during his long career as a "mission worker".

Sumi Kichikawa, a former veteran mission participant. Her job involves providing guidance to protagonists in different worlds who should have awakened but were prevented from doing so by unforeseen circumstances, leading them towards awakening and maintaining the stability of the storyline.

After traversing countless worlds as a mission taker, he finally received approval for his retirement application.

The main system asked him what he wanted to do after retirement. He thought for a moment and said, "I'll find a peaceful world and become an ordinary pediatrician."

Then he came here through a lottery.

An ordinary-looking modern Japanese city.

There are no cataclysmic crises, no world that must be saved, only small "anomalies" that occasionally lurk in the shadows—Sumi Kichikawa thinks this is probably a kind of ecosystem inherent to this world.

For him, dealing with these things was as easy as taking a walk after dinner.

After all, during his mission career, he had seen and used quite a few "unscientific" abilities.

"Brother Qichuan!"

A clear, childlike voice came from behind me.

Wearing a school uniform and carrying a red backpack, Kinomoto Sakura waved and ran over. The backpack zipper wasn't closed properly, and you could vaguely see a bit of yellow showing inside.

"Sakura," Sumi Kikawa greeted her with a smile, "School's out?"

"Yes! Tomoyo said that Kikawa-nii is coming today, and she asked me to give this to you!" Sakura carefully took out a tin box tied with a light purple ribbon from her schoolbag, her eyes sparkling as she handed it over.

"These are cookies that Tomoyo and I baked together! She said thank you for listening to her talk so much about the filming concept last time."

"Please thank Tomoyo for me." Sumi Kikawa took the tin box, and could smell the sweet aroma of butter wafting through the seams.

"I helped too! I stirred the batter!" A muffled voice, barely audible, came from inside the backpack.

"Kero!" Sakura hurriedly covered her schoolbag, nervously looking around to make sure no one was watching before letting out a sigh of relief. She whispered to Sumi Kikawa, "It's been muttering about Kikufuku since this morning..."

Kikawa Sumi chuckled, turned aside to block the view of the roadside, and quickly took a small paper bag from her pocket and stuffed it into the gap of her backpack: "Here, strawberry flavor. But there's only one left, I'll bring more next time."

The sound of rustling as the bag was unpacked came from inside, followed by a satisfied sigh muffled by the fabric.

"Kero-chan, really..." Sakura sighed helplessly, then suddenly remembered something and took out her keys from the side pocket of her backpack. "By the way, Kikawa-nii-san, the Clow Cards seem a bit... quiet lately? I'm a little worried that there might be something wrong with their magic."

"It's probably because of the changing seasons," Sumi Kichikawa thought for a moment. "May I take a look? I won't touch it, just look."

"Um!"

The two of them went into Sakura's house together.

After sitting down on the living room carpet, Sakura took out an exquisite cherry blossom patterned card box containing a dozen Clow Cards, which had now been replaced with Sakura Cards.

Kikawa Sumi didn't take it, but simply sat opposite him, her gaze gently fixed on the card box.

The Clow Cards were different from the filthy and twisted fluctuations he occasionally sensed in the shadows of the retirement world; they possessed only a gentle, clear rhythm belonging to "magic."

He could vaguely "sense" the state of the cards in the box.

Like a group of kittens dozing in the sun after a good meal, they are a little too peaceful, but there's nothing wrong with that.

"It's nothing serious," he smiled, extending his hand and hovering it about ten centimeters above the card box without touching it. "It's probably just that the weather is too nice, and everyone's getting sleepy."

As he spoke, he lightly traced a few lines in the air with his finger.

There was no light or sound, but Sakura could feel that the overly stagnant tranquility in the card box had become light and steady, as if a gentle breeze had blown through it.

These are some little tricks that Qichuan accumulated from his various abilities during his long career as a mission taker. They're not very lethal, but they can be quite useful occasionally.

"Wow... what did Brother Qichuan do?"

"Just a little trick." Sumire Kichikawa withdrew her hand.

"Kizuka-san." A gentle voice came from behind.

Wearing a school uniform and with her hair in a side braid, Daidouji Tomoyo walked in carrying a tea tray, her face bearing her usual expression of a slight smile.

She placed the black tea and cute little snacks on the coffee table, and then gracefully knelt down next to Sakura.

"Have you been working hard lately?" Tomoyo looked at him, her usually clear eyes showing a hint of concern. "Your dark circles are quite noticeable."

"It's alright, I only worked a few night shifts." Sumire Kichikawa picked up her teacup, the warmth of the black tea passing through the porcelain cup to her palm.

He did not explain the "anomalies" that only he could see, floating in the shadows of the city.

After all, he was just a doctor brother who visited occasionally and was somewhat mysterious.

"You should take a break." Tomoyo rested her chin on her hand, then suddenly remembered something, her eyes lighting up. She turned and took out her portable camera from her small bag.

"By the way, I filmed some amazing footage last week. The biggest cherry blossom tree in the park, the trails of falling petals—it's so beautiful in slow motion! Would you like to see it, Mr. Kikawa?"

Sumi Kichikawa nodded gently: "It's my honor."

Tomoyo handed over the screen and clicked to start playing the video.

In the scene, cherry blossoms flutter down at a very slow speed, and the rotation and fall of each petal are clearly visible. Paired with a gentle piano piece carefully selected by Tomoyo, it is truly breathtakingly beautiful.

Sumire Kichikawa watched quietly.

For a few seconds, he forgot the smell of hospital disinfectant, and forgot those filthy emotional fragments hidden in the shadows that needed to be purified.

I simply watched the petals fall and listened to the faint sound of a piano.

"It's beautiful," he said.

Tomoyo smiled contentedly, clasping her hands together: "I'm so glad that you feel relaxed."

When Sumi Kikawa left Tomoeda Town, he had a box of handmade cookies in his pocket, as well as a small bag of "lucky candies" that Sakura had given him, with stars and moons printed on the wrapping paper.

"Eating it will bring you good luck!" the little girl said earnestly, then added a little shyly, "Tomoyo said so! She said she took a 'precious picture' of me working hard to make the candy, so a miracle is bound to happen..."

"Thank you, I will cherish it." Sumire gently ruffled Sakura's hair, once again feeling grateful for their encounter.

At 7 p.m., Qichuan returned to the children's hospital.

He first went to the inpatient department for his routine ward rounds.

The door was ajar, and a man's voice came from inside, rather loudly:

"...Crying like this after just one shot, so delicate!"

"Stop talking..." A familiar female voice said cautiously, with a hint of fear.

"Did I say something wrong? I'm the one earning money to support the family, and she's just lying in the hospital every day—"

Kichikawa knocked on the door.

Good evening, Xiao Qing.

He pushed open the door and went in, his face bearing the standard doctor's smile.

The man stood by the bed, reeking of alcohol. When he saw Qichuan enter, his expression visibly stiffened, clearly not expecting anyone to come in at this time.

"Who are you……"

"I'm Xiaoqing's attending physician, Sumi Kichikawa." He nodded. "I'm here for a routine check-up."

The man clicked his tongue, his expression turning grim. He turned and walked out, muttering something under his breath.

"I'm going to have a smoke."

The woman opened her mouth, but said nothing.

Qichuan walked to the bedside. Xiaoqing was huddled under the covers, with only her eyes showing.

"Xiao Qing," he crouched down, his voice very soft, "how are you feeling now?"

Xiao Qing didn't say anything, she just blinked.

Qichuan didn't ask any more questions.

He took her temperature as usual and checked the needle marks on the back of her hand; everything was normal.

Before leaving, he placed a piece of candy next to Xiao Qing's pillow.

"See you tomorrow."

He said.

By the time the woman and Xiao Qing finished the formalities and left the hospital, it was already nine o'clock in the evening.

Qichuan stood downstairs in the inpatient building, watching the three figures disappear into the night.

He turned around and went back to the ward where Xiao Qing had stayed.

The bed wasn't made yet, and the pillow was a little crooked.

Qichuan reached out and gently stroked the top of the bed.

—What is it?

It was very faint and light, like a wisp of smoke.

Kichikawa closed his eyes.

When I opened my eyes again, the surrounding space distorted slightly.

Silently, from the center of his palm, translucent fine lines spread outwards, as if an invisible film had been gently peeled away.

This is one of his abilities, called [Dharmadhatu Observation].

The system has stipulated that retired mission takers should try not to reveal their special status in the settled world. This is not only to avoid breaking the rules of the settled world, but also to protect the mission takers.

Therefore, under normal circumstances, the activation of the ability will be controlled by the person performing the task.

Therefore, once she arrives in this world, without activating her abilities, Sumi Kichikawa generally cannot sense those hidden anomalies.

The hidden power was briefly awakened.

In an instant, the air in the ward became clear in his eyes.

The gray-black mist remaining in the corners of the bed, the cracks in the wall, and the pillow was outlined inch by inch, like some kind of tiny stain fed by a child's fear.

Sumire Kikawa lowered her eyes.

Use the second ability, [Myriad Realms].

The gray fog condensed into a blurry outline the size of a fist in his field of vision.

It hasn't truly taken shape yet, it lacks clear consciousness, it's just the filth that naturally arises from the accumulation of negative emotions.

Above its head floated a line of words:

[Target: Fear of filth and infancy]

[Status: Undetermined]

Threat: Extremely low

[Causes: Stress spillover in adults / Chronic fear in infants]

[Keywords: hiding, trembling, darkness, keep quiet]

[Recommendation: Isolate and disinfect]

Qichuan looked at it.

It is also "watching" Qichuan—even though it has no eyes.

"It's not fully formed yet."

Kikawa sighed softly.

He raised his hand and lightly touched the air with his fingertips.

[Prison Realm: Purification]

The gray mist seemed to be caught by something, drawn into an invisible boundary, and then gradually dispersed.

The grayish-black substance was peeled away, turning into a few tiny specks of light dust, and then disappeared.

The only smell left in the ward was the disinfectant and the orange light coming in from outside the window.

Kikawa Sumire withdrew her hand, looked at the empty hospital bed, and said softly:

"It's not your fault."

At 10 p.m., Sumi Kikawa finished her shift, casually draped her white coat over her arm, and walked toward the 24-hour convenience store on the street corner.

He needs coffee, especially a lot of coffee, to deal with any possible emergencies.

Standing in front of the freezer, he picked up a can of black coffee. As his gaze swept across the dessert section, it stopped on the last limited-edition caramel pudding.

The packaging is exquisite, with the words "Spring Limited Edition" written in gold lettering.

Just as he reached out to pick it up, a drawn-out voice, tinged with a lazy laugh, came from behind him:

"Hey handsome guy in front~ could you give me your pudding, since I'm also just as handsome and it's almost my birthday?"