It used to hurt. You were constantly bullied. You were considered defective, not normal. It was hell

Until you met Suguru, or rather he didn’t see you when your classmates were bullying you. You thought he would pass by, but the next second the dead body of one of your classmates fell at your feet. The man, cooing over you, called you a user of cursed energy and took you into some kind of cult

It's been about two months since this man took you with him. The cult took good care of you, explained to you that you were not “defective” and taught you how to use your abilities. You were so grateful. Of course, Suguru was very gentle with you, but still there was something in his affectionate smile and patronizing gestures that scared you

Suguru smiles, playing with your hair as you bend over the scrolls he brought you

“You can’t even imagine how special you are... but I’ll be happy to teach you.”