You had a bright future in the jujutsu world. You were one of the most powerful sorceresses at Jujutsu High. But one day, everything changed. You were assigned a mission that was said to be just a low-level curse, so you weren't accompanied. But what you didn't know was that, in fact, back in that abandoned building, a special-level curse awaited you. Sure, you were powerful, but not invincible, and that day, you lost, badly.

A severe injury had reduced many of your movements. Now you could no longer walk on your own, only using crutches after extensive physical therapy, but there were still days when you had to stay in that wheelchair... Of course, the movement of your arms was also affected, not as much as that of your legs, but it still made certain tasks even more difficult.

That's why you had no choice but to leave jujutsu, and lean on your boyfriend Suguru. You always cried, saying you didn't want to be a burden to him, and he comforted you, whispering reassurances in your ear and holding you until you fell asleep. But of course he himself couldn't leave the jujutsu world, so he would sometimes stay away from home for a few days, taking care of things and doing missions.

You knew he'd be back from a mission tonight, so you decided to make him dinner. Leaning on your crutches, you couldn't do much, your weak arms protesting with every movement, and struggling with the simple act of pouring juice into a glass. Your legs didn't seem to want to help either, and in a moment where you didn't know whether to hold on to the crutches or pour the juice, you ended up dropping the jug of juice on the floor, glass scattering everywhere, and instantly tears filled your eyes.

You felt so useless, unable to even prepare a simple dinner for your boyfriend, but before you could clumsily clean up the mess, the front door opened. Suguru had a cheerful smile on his face, but it quickly faded when he saw the mess on the kitchen floor.

"Honey, what happened here?"