I am genuinely so excited to be getting this fic out into the world. This is the first ever fic that I started serious writing on, and hopefully you dear readers find reading this story to be as fun as it was for me to write it.

And now, without further ado— Please enjoy!

Fire.

Everything feels slow. There's heat and there is smoke and there is a deafening ringing in my ears stopping me from hearing anything at all. My breathing is slow and laboured, my body feels too weak to even properly take in air. I try to get up (why am I on the ground?) but immediately stumble, falling face first into the dirt.

Yep, definitely weak.

I try again and slowly but surely manage to stand, but not without difficulty. My movements are shaky and uncoordinated and while the ringing in my ears slowly subsides, a splitting headache strikes me. Ignoring the pain as best as I can, I look around to check my surroundings for a clue as to where I am.

But all there is to be seen is a never-ending burning hill behind me, as I stand at the cliff-edge overlooking an endless raging ocean of blackness. The flames behind me seem to do on forever and only the small patch of dead grass covered ground where I stand seems to be spared, the blaze barely stopping a couple of meters away from where I stood.

... But why is the fire blue?

Smoke and ash sting my eyes and enter my lungs, causing me to sputter and cough. I try to move, but my legs are slow to act. The feeling of being disconnected from my body increases and my headache only grows ever stronger. It's like each breath I take is both my own and a stranger's. Each step I take is not of my own violation, but the will of someone else's. Every other thought I think being eaten away and replaced my two that are not my own.

It's like someone other than me is using my body to breathe.

To see.

To listen.

To speak.

To walk.

To move.

To think.

To live.

Is this really my body? Or am I the intruder here?

Where am I? What am I doing here? What am I? Who am I? Who am I? Who?Who?Who?Who?Who?Who?Who?Who?WHo?whO? whOOO? wHO? wwwwwHoooo? WwWwHHHHoooO—

"Face the consequences of your actions Pretender."

Immediately clarity returned to my mind as my body stiffened from shock, not from the sudden gravely voice, but from the fact that the voice was coming from me.

"You were the one who chose this fate Pretender", my voice continued, as my lips moved without my input."You knowingly planted the seed, thus no matter how twisted its branches or how poisonous the fruit it bears, it is your responsibility to take care the growing tree and ensure that it flourishes."

The weight of the words being spoken by my lips manifests similar to a physical burden and fell atop the body that was currently not my own. The literal weight of expectations of the entity brought me to my knees, his monstrous aura not just crushing the entirety of my body, but also my soul.

Even the relief of screaming out from the excruciating pain was taken from me, for how do I scream with a mouth that was no longer mine?

I felt my stomach churn and twist as bile rose up to my throat. But I could tell this was no ordinary case of nausea. The way it burned my insides while crawling up to my mouth, slowly and deliberately to cause the maximum amount of pain possible. So it did not surprise me in the least that what exited my mouth was not vomit, but something much much more vile. Black, viscous and acidic, the Miasma exited from not just my mouth but also my nose and ears. By now you would think the acid would have destroyed my nerves cells and allow me some temporary relief from the pain.

But no such mercy was granted to me.

For when has the monster under the bed ever listened to the cries of the child above?

The Miasma continued pouring out of me in torrents, joining together in one continuous stream slowly but surely taking shape. This roiling viscous fluid then coiled around me, twisting and turning before it's now vaguely serpentine-shaped head finally looked me in the eyes.

Eyes of brilliant azure blue, burning with a rage brighter than any of the flames around me. Eyes that were both beautiful and terrifying, like the boundless depths of space. Eternal and endless in size, hiding both beauty and horror beyond human comprehension, it is a miracle I am still (somewhat) sane gazing into those horrifyingly wonderful eyes. But I refuse to close my eyes or avert my gaze no matter how much my instincts scream at me to do just that. Instead I mustered all my resolve and spite and glared back.

Why?

Because the worst choice you can make while staring into the Abyss is to blink.

We stared into each other's eyes for what felt like both seconds and hours simultaneously. Until finally the black serpent's right widened slightly, or rather, stretched upwards, very reminiscent to a human raising their eyebrow. I would have found the sight amusing, if not for unimaginable amounts of pain this creature was causing me at this moment.

"Congratulations are in order I suppose, Pretender, your willpower has grown much stronger since we last met face to face." This time the voice came from the snake head instead of my own. Constantly vomiting out acid tends to keep your mouth too busy to form words, I suppose.

"I remember when my mere breath would have once melted your mind. And now you are capable of listening to this old reptile speak on and on. I am almost impressed. But make no mistake, a strong psyche cannot protect you from my wrath should I be left... wanting."

To put emphasis on his words, I felt the coils tighten around my body, burning my skin and crushing my bones. Still I balled my fists and pushed through the pain, refusing to blink and show weakness, even as tears of pain escaped from the edges of my eyes. All I have left right now is my fucking pride, and I sure as hell am not going to let this oversized earthworm crush that too.

"This is not cruelty I impart, mortal one, but a fair warning. Heed my words and remember them well. For if you cannot satiate my hunger human, your fate will be much, much more agonizing than what you are going through right now.

Now wake up Pretender. You have a Dragon to feed."

And with those parting words the monster opened his jaws wide, showing rows upon rows of jagged obsidian teeth, and bites my head off.

I woke up with a strangled cry on my lips, springing up into a sitting position fast enough to almost give myself whiplash. Gasping for air, my hands unconsciously went to my neck to check for injuries. None were there of course, its not the first time I've had such a dream and I know no matter what I go through in my nightmare, my real body will be fine. But there is no fighting or preparing myself for the tantrum the Dragon in my head throws my way whenever he gets a little hangry.

My thoughts were interrupted as I felt a part of my chest warm up, and looking down told me that one of the lockets I was wearing was slightly glowing. It was a beautifully carved stone, with orangish-red edges and an amber coloured center. It was just slightly bigger than my thumb and around an thick, tied around my neck with a simple twine cord. And as I watched the glow became stronger, I sensed a feeling of strong concern emanating from it.

In spite of what I just went through, a small smile came to my lips. My heavy breathing slowly subsided, and a quick glance at the alarm clock bedside my bed told me it was 5:15 in the morning. School officially starts at 8:30 and I had woken up way before the time I had set my alarm to go off. My smile grew wider when I realized I had enough time for a short visit.

Grasping the charm in my hand, I take a second to bask in its familiar warmth and soak in the comfort it provides. Then taking a deep breath and focusing my mana to flow into the stone, as I speak the sacred words in the language I had spent months learning.

Άφησέ με να απολαύσω τη ζεστασιά της εστίας σου.

"Let me bask in the warmth of your Hearth."

Having spoken the spell, or rather the password, the stone started glowing bright enough to turn the back of my palm a muted red. It starts pulsating too, slowly at first, but gradually becoming faster and warmer, but never uncomfortably so. When its pulsing matched my heart beat, her presence grew stronger and seemingly enveloped me in a warm embrace. The kind of hug a mother gives to their child to comfort them after a nightmare and assure them that the monster under their bed is just a figment of their imagination.

And although I know the second part to be a lie, I also know that the warmth and love I feel from her is very real.

So I smile and I close my eyes, giving in to the embrace. My shoulders relax and my restless mind finally starts calming down. And when I open my eyes again, I am no longer in my house. Instead I am now sitting on a picnic blanket atop a small grassy hill, across from a girl tending to a hearth with a stick. The artificial sun was shining bright in the sparkling blue sky, and for a few moments I simply took in the fresh air and calm atmosphere. Then I turn to the only other person present in this world and find her already gently smiling back at me.

If I had to describe the girl in front of me in one word, I would choose to call her a paradox.

Her looks were that of a youthful girl, barely in her teens. But her eyes were wise and kind, and along with her inviting smile, she gave out the aura of a loving mother. She was wearing a plain brown dress, a chiton to be more precise, and had a similarly coloured shawl covering her mousy hair. Her irises where the colour of flames - a hypnotising mixture of red, orange and yellow. Divine power emanated from them, but not of the destructive variety as one would expect from fire.

Instead, her eyes were warm and cosy, a gentle flame providing warmth and comfort on a cold winter day. Those same eyes that were now crinkled slightly in the corner as she broke into a full grin at the sight of me.

Then she patted her thighs twice and looked at me expectantly.

I focused a deadpan stare at that and raise an eyebrow. The girls expression changes from her motherly smile to a look of utter betrayal, dramatic gasp included, before settling on one that fit her current body much more.

A pout.

Yes, a literal goddess was pouting at me with her arms crossed because I refused her lap pillow.

When did my life get so god-damn weird?

I can probably contemplate on that million dollar question for hours, but the little lady had yet to let up her glare. So with a chuckle and a shake of my head I move forward and lay down my head on her folded thighs. Looking up from my new position I have a clear view of her face, which was now lit up with a bright smile. It almost made me feel bad about my teasing. Key word being almost.

It's not my fault that she had such an adorable pouting face!

She then uses her free hand to run her fingers through my hair and massage my scalp gently, as she continues to tend to the hearth with her other hand. I close my eyes and let out a sigh, feeling the last of my tension leaving my body. A comfortable silence surrounded us, and we bask in the comfort we brought to one another for the next few minutes.

But a few minutes was all I could afford to waste for now. And if this continued there was no chance of me not fall asleep, not while I had my head resting on the heavenly soft pillows that were this goddesses' divine thighs.

But even before I can move an inch, her hand that was previously running through my hair was now resting firmly on my forehead, trapping me in place. And although she is in the form of a child, I know her divine strength is unchanged. No matter how much I try to get up from my position, there is no way I can move her hand, especially while I am still in her domain.

I let out a huff and open my eyes, and am greeted by a cheeky smile and mischievous eyes.

"I will fall asleep again." I state, keeping it short and sweet. Or rather, short and sour, as my tone of voice and accompanying glare made it clear that I did not want that outcome to occur.

"That is what I am hoping for." the goddess admits freely, completely ignoring the look I am sending her way. But then the smile on her face slowly morphs into a concerned frown and her eyes now show sadness instead of mirth.

"Our bond works both ways Ryuji," She continues, her tone now completely serious.

"Just as I can project my emotions, intent to you through my charm, your feelings and thoughts also reach me just as clearly, if not more. And I could feel that your last nightmare has affected you a lot more than you are willing to show."

"Yeah...," I finally admit with a sigh. I was deliberately trying to ignore that topic and was hoping she wouldn't bring it up, but looks like today Lady Luck is not on my side. Again.

I would have tried pretending otherwise to not make her worry, but I knew the effort would be futile. The little lady knows me too well and it would hurt her feeling if I were to lie to her face. And frankly, I don't want to lie to her either. After all she had done for me, the last thing I wanted to do was to hide things from her.

"But He-"

"No buts!" the goddess interrupts me with a chiding tone, quite like a mother scolding their child. "You will keep your head on my lap and catch up on some much needed rest. I don't even remember when I last saw your face without those eyebags. It would be very remiss of me to let you go to your first day of school half-asleep. Your morning training can wait for a day when you get a full eight hours of sleep."

I want to protest, specially at the last bit about no training, but I close my mouth at the stern look she was sending my way. Yep, she was in Mother-Hen mode. There is no scope for arguing or changing her mind when she gets like this. Her fire coloured eyes almost seemed to crackle and spit out embers at me, as if daring me to poke at the flames.

And me, having a healthy and working self-preservation instinct, chose to give up any and all forms of resistance and let a girl who is barely half my size bully me into taking a nap.

"But I do feel better now!", I all but whined, trying one last time to change her mind. I would never be caught dead like this in the real world, but I knew that showing my vulnerabilities here was okay. There would be no judgement or ridicule, only warm understanding and acceptance. Her presence automatically calms you and makes you feel like lowering your guard. Quite a terrifying power in the hands of literally anyone else, but I trust this goddess. She is of such gentle nature that she would sooner put out the fire of her hearth than even think of using my insecurities against me.

Her eyes mellow out quite a bit, but do not completely loose their edge. She doesn't say anything. She doesn't need to. She knows my words to be true, she can literally feel my emotions through our bond. She instead starts massaging my forehead with her soft fingers, and I felt myself relax even more than I thought was physically possible.

For the umpteenth time I thanked the fates and Rossweisse for letting me meet probably one of the, if not the, kindest goddess to grace our world.

"That may be so, but you are still far from fine. And I refuse to let you go to your first day of school sleep deprived." Her voice remained strong, but I could feel the edge of sadness they held. She didn't say it out loud, but our bond let me feel the sadness and regret that was hidden in her words.

"You do not deserve this suffering, my Champion."

"What kind of a first impression are you going to make, if you end up passing out while giving a speech? Even thinking about the second-hand embarrassment I would feel if that happened is making me cringe!"

"What I wouldn't give to take away your pain. But alas, I am bound to this world, rendered unable to interfere or help. Only allowed to helplessly watch as you undergo hardship after hardship, trials after trials, gaining naught but only more pain as a reward."

"So you are going to close you eyes, relax your body, and catch up on some much needed slumber. Am I clear?"

"Forgive this useless goddess and her inability to do more to help you, my dearest."

Now that just won't do. Self-depreciation was my thing, and I'm not going to let one of the most wonderful people I've ever met feel so down for something so stupid. I needed to cheer her up. So I followed my heart and did what came to me naturally.

I raised my hand and flicked her on the forehead.

"Oow!" She let out a cute yelp of pain at the surprise attack. Rubbing the now red part of her struck forehead, she pouted at me with an exasperated look on her face. "What was that for!?"

In response I simply exhaled in amusement, before following her advice by closing my eyes and turning to my side, to get into a more comfortable position for a nap. Even as I felt her annoyed gaze on me, she rested her hand on my head and once again started gently stroking my hair.

"That was for thinking stupid thoughts," I continued quietly, in a voice much gentle than I usually use. "You are one of the greatest things to have ever happened to me in this life. For without your love and support, I would have fallen prey to madness a long time ago, probably from the very first batch of nightmares itself."

I found her left hand and let my right one rest gently on-top of hers, my larger calloused fingers easily engulfing her smaller, yet equally calloused, ones. You would expect for such a gentle looking child to have palms as soft as velvet, but as I mentioned earlier, this kind goddess is a woman full of contradictions.

With this gesture I hoped to bring her some assurance of my sincerity, to absolutely make sure she can feel the genuine emotion in my words. I want to share some of my warmth with her, the same way she always does with me whenever I fall too deep into the dark pits of my own mind.

And hopefully I succeeded, considering the fact that I fell her wordlessly move and rest her right hand move away from my forehead, and rest it on top of our intertwined hands.

"You are Hestia, The First Olympian and the Goddess of the Hearth. You are not the strongest of the gods or the wisest of the gods - but you are the kindest of the bunch, and that, in my opinion, is what makes you greater than all of them combined. You are the one who took care of me at my lowest and refused to give up on me when everyone, including myself, had... and for that I shall forever love you and always be by your side.

So never again think that you are not useful, you baka. Or else I'll not hold back the next time.

No one gets to bad-mouth my favourite goddess and get away with it, not even you."

With my eyes closed I can not observe Hestia's reaction to my words. She remains silent for a few tense moments, and in that time my mind spirals into panic, thinking about how I may have finally managed offended the kind deity with my presumptuous (and honestly, super embarrassing) words. An apology forms and rests at the tip of my tongue, but before I can release it I realize it is unnecessary.

For her fingers in both her hands curl and hold onto my hand with a strong, firm and unyielding grip- and I feel my cheeks grow wetter than they were a few moments ago as delicate droplets fall from above. Then came the words that shattered all existing doubts from my mind and created a hundred more.

"Meeting you has been the greatest thing that has happened to me in the past millennium."

I want to disagree. I want to say that she was exaggerating, to deflect from the heavy topic with a joke or quip. I want to argue and say that she is wrong, that I am nothing but a parasite feeding on the little kindness in this cruel world. Someone who can only ever bring despair and misery, a ticking timebomb waiting to explode.

But the sheer conviction in Hestia's voice stops me. The way that she said it, like her words were the absolute and unbreakable truth with no place for compromise.

Her voice, firm and unyielding but also soft and gentle. But ultimately, so filled with pure untainted love. And I don't need to see to know she spoke those words with a million megawatt smile that is still on her lips.

How do I disagree with something that brings my beloved goddess such immense joy?

So I put aside my doubts for now and force myself to smile for Hestia's sake. Except I find that I have nothing to force, as a giant grin is already plastered on my face.

How strange. How long have my lips been that way?

"Thank you."

Neither one of us remembered later on who was the one to have said those words. But at that moment it didn't matter, as before we both fell into the realm of Hypnos soon after. And I have to admit, that was the god-damn best sleep I've had in my entire life.

Sona Sitri's POV:-

"Ohayō class. My name is Hoshino Ryuji and I like reading, sketching, and the act of doing the aforementioned activities in peace and quite. Yes, that is my unsubtle way of telling you to not bother me in my office unless you are in actual need of first aid. You may simply refer to me as Nurse, Ryuji, Senpai, or any combination of the three. You may not call me by my last name or Sensei, as I am only a couple of years older than you lot and not a teacher— and hose titles make me feel way too old. That's all from me, I won't be interrupting your class any longer."

Ending his little speech with a short bow he added the customary Japanese phrase used when meeting or working with someone new, but with a little twist at the end, "Please take care of me, and help me take care of you lot as well by not doing stupid shi-uh, stupid stuff that lands you in my office. Thank you for your time, sensei."

Having said his thanks to the teacher whose class he had interrupted, the newly appointed nurse quickly turned on his heels and walked out the door while deftly ignoring the high pitched squealing and the angry yelling behind him, from the female and male students respectively.

Waiting on either side of the door stood Sona Stri and Tsubaki Shinra, waiting patiently for him to finish. As soon as he closed the door behind him, cutting of the sound of ruckus that seemed to have fallen onto the class, he walked to the opposite wall and slumped onto it and let out a tired sigh.

The Stri heiress raised a delicate eyebrow at the unprofessional display. Catching his eye, she spoke in a tone that did nothing to hide how unimpressed she was.

"Tired already?"

"I may have vastly underestimated the number of classes this school contained. *Sighhh...* Why do I have to individually introduce myself to every class again?"

"Because someone decided to show up late on his first day to work and missed his chance to introduce himself once and for all during the morning assembly."

A sheepish grin settled on the man's face at the thinly veiled annoyance laced in the words. "Yeah, sorry about that... And for making you miss class for my tour," With a final sigh Ryuji straightened himself and approached the pair, ready to follow them to the next class.

"But considering what I heard from Serafall, I'm honestly a little surprised at how chill you are being right now. She had gone on and on about how serious you are about following rules and regulations"

Hearing his words Sona turned to him as they walked and her usually expressionless face showed a rare, small smirk. "The only reason I am being 'chill' as you called it, is because you are a long-time associate of Onee-sama's. I simply took into consideration that some of her... more hopeless habits may have passed onto you— And it looks like my assumption was not incorrect."

Not having a comeback to that, Ryuji simply scratched the back of his neck and let out a rueful chuckle. As they approached the main staircase to get to the second floor, the Vice Student Council President also turned to the dark haired man and gave her thoughts on the matter.

"Do not worry about interrupting our class Kangofu-san," Tsubaki remarked, using the japanese word for Nurse to Ryuji. "Kaichou and I do not have any actual need to be attending classes. We have already finished and revised the course work that is to be taught this year, and we are simply attending the classes to keep up appearances and to keep an eye on our other peerage members who do need to attend the classes. The chances of us missing any crucial information by not staying in the classroom is non-existent."

Ryuji's eyes' widened and he his turned to stare at Sona for confirmation. Her still present smirk widened just marginally at his shocked face. He let out an impressed whistle at her non-verbal agreement as they ascended up the grand staircase.

"That is a genuinely impressive feat that you both accomplished, so early in the school year" Ryuji acknowledged, his voice not hiding how impressed he was. But a second later his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he continued. "But isn't it a then big waste of time, to simply spend hours sitting in a classroom where you are not learning anything new?"

Internally Sona preened at her efforts being praised, but externally she kept her expression stoic. Only giving a small nod as a gesture of thanks for the compliment. Next to her, Tsubaki did the same, but she didn't bother to hide the pleased look on her face.

Unlike the Stri heiress, who had been taught by her mother from a young age to suppress and hide her emotions to gain an advantage in the twisted game of politics she was destined to play as an heiress of a Pillar family, her Queen had no qualms in accepting and showing how proud she was at their hard work being recognized.

Once Sona had confronted her about it, and all Tsubaki had to say to her was, "If you are not allowed to show pride at your accomplishments, I as your Queen and your friend, will simply have to show it for you."

That was the first time Sona had cried in the presence of someone who was not a part of her blood related family, and as they had hugged Sona felt their bond grow stronger- the incident had cemented Tsubaki as practically a second sister to her, and she knew then and there that she couldn't have chosen a better partner and Queen for her Peerage.

As Sona basked in her happy memories, Tsubaki answered Ryuji's question in her stead. "We do not simply sit in class and dilly-dally, Kangofu-san. As you said, it would be a massive waste of time. Instead we create an illusion to make it look like our books and copies are of the subjects being taught in the class, while preparing for our upcoming University Entrance Exams, Magical studies and dealing Devil-related paperwork if and when necessary."

Ryuji's eyes widened. "But that would mean you have to cast a separate illusion for each class. After all, the spell that makes your notes look like japanese literature will not make make them look like equations when the maths teacher walks in!"

Sona answered this time, shaking her head slowly. "Indeed. That is what we did for the first few days, before it became increasingly more annoying to cast a new illusion on our desks again and again for each new class.

So Tsubaki and I spent a few days researching and experimenting, before coming up with a long term solution. Instead of enchanting our desks like we were previously doing, we simply put a stronger illusion on the teachers themselves. We took ample inspiration from the Yokai Mystic Arts to tweak our Magic Circles to cast them— Of course, adjusted individually for each teacher depending on which subject they taught."

"So that whenever your teachers looked at you, it looked like you were diligently working on whatever subject they were responsible for teaching," Ryuji nodded, amazed at the ingenuity of the devils he was following.

"Clever thinking, to cast a powerful long-lasting Genjutsu once, instead of constantly casting smaller illusions every day. And a proper Genjutsu is no small feat of magic. How long did it take for you to set up the spell, and how long ago was this?"

Tsubaki brought a finger to her cheek and a contemplative expression crossed her face. "It took around three days of research and studying and then a day and a half of practicing until we got the circle down perfectly, I think. Then we spent another day experimenting to make sure there would be no undesirable side effects from casting the illusion. So approximately six days. And it wasn't cast recently Kangofu-san,"

She thought for a few seconds before turning to Ryuji and answering. "It was towards the end of our 1st year I believe, about two months prior the final examinations."

"Impeccable memory as always, Tsubaki." Sona praised her Queen as they finally reached the top of the staircase. Tsubaki simply smiled and lowered her head slightly, accepting the compliment with grace. It wasn't until they had walked a few feet did they realize the sound of the third pair of footsteps following them could no longer be heard.

They turned simultaneously to see Ryuji simply standing at the top of the stairs, looking at them with a dumbfounded expression on his face. Then he raised his right hand and extended it out in front of him, as if to tell them to wait a second, and shook his head repeatedly as if to clear some kind of confusion. Then he addressed them both with a baffled expression and disbelieving eyes.

"You're telling me, that you two—" he emphasized his point by using his still raised hand to point at the two of them in turn, "managed to create a stable, functioning, highly complex long-term Genjutsu, within a week - at the age of 15!? I don't practice the Mystic Arts myself, but I have enough knowledge about it to know that a human Practitioner twice your current age will find some difficulty with a spell like that— and you claim you managed such a feat in your first year of high-school!?

"Ah." Sona said casually, as if the man in front of her was simply telling her the state of the weather outside the school building. "I suppose we did."

This time Sona did not stop the self-satisfied smile that came to her lips as she basked in amazement and shock that Ryuji's awestruck face was showing. Her personal sin was Pride, after all.

That was one of the reasons why her mother made sure to teach her so thoroughly the art of not not letting her emotions get the best of her mind. Pride in her own abilities was encouraged. But if by any chance it transformed into Arrogance... it would spell disaster.

But she let her mask drop briefly for the moment. She was in her own territory after-all, accompanied by her faithful Queen and with her peerage close enough for her to simply say a word and summon them. As for Kazama Ryuji... well Serafall trusted him, as she had explicitly stated to her before, so Sona supposed she could at least be a little candid with him in turn.

Her Onee-sama may like to act like a klutzy airhead, but Sona knew all too well about the cunning and ruthless brain that lay behind the act. No, "act" was not the correct word to be used here, Sona thought. Calling her magical girl mannerisms an "act" implied that when she was out of the eye of the public she acted differently.

Sona had to repress a shudder as she remembered all the times she had been chased throughout their home, with Serafall carrying that dreadful blue abomination in the form of magical girl costume, trying to convince her to make a cameo in her magical girl show. Magical Girl "Levia-tan" was a permanent part of Serafall's personality, that Sona had resigned herself to accept by now.

But Sona also knew that no matter how silly she might act, Serafall would never even think of deliberately putting her beloved little sister in any form of danger. So the fact that she had gotten Ryuji into Kuoh Academy meant that she was certain that he would in no way try to actively harm her. That did lift a weight off her shoulder, but she was not yet ready to blindly trust the Mage. His addition to the school staff was simply too abrupt, and too many mysteries surrounded his history when Sona tried to look into his background.

Ryuji was here for some particular reason. Weather it was for a personal quest or because he was following some order of Serafall's, or a mixture of both, was yet unclear. But Sona was going to definitely keep an eye on the new Nurse until she found out why exactly he had arrived at the school.

But for now he was already stationed at the school, and staring a job there as well. So as the co-owner of the school and his un-official boss, her currently responsibilities included giving him a tour and making him feel welcome at his new workplace. And Sona was never one to shrink away from her responsibilities.

It also helped that Ryuji had yet to create a bad impression on her. She had been more than ready to fake cordiality in case his personality was not to her liking, but he pleasantly surprised her.

His tardiness aside, for which he had already apologised profusely and genuinely, he had not been a bad conversation partner. He was respectful and curious about the history of the school, and was knowledgeable enough about various branches of magecraft to be able to keep up with her and Tsubaki when the conversation drifted to the topic of magic.

She had deliberately been vague when speaking about her Genjutsu creation. A mage of a lower caliber would have missed the implications and would have simply chalked it up to be an ordinary feat, but Ryuji had immediately caught on how impressive of a feat it was and had and reacted appropriately. So far, she was impressed with what she had seen of Hoshino Ryuji.

All in all, Sona was enjoying this tour more that she had expected.

She also noticed that his presence was simply... calming in nature. It was subtle, but it felt like Ryuji had a warm aura surrounding him, making her feel more comfortable in his presence. Also, a prominent, but not overpowering smell emanated from him. It was the scent of fresh cut grass and baked goods, with a faint smoky undertone with traces of ozone. A weird mix, but not an unpleasant one, Sona noted. If she was less knowledgeable about magic, she might have mistook Ryuji for deliberately using some kind of spell to influence her, and let her guard down.

But she knew better. How to sense various types Charm spells was one of the first things she was taught as part of her heiress training. In comparison to such magic, Ryuji's aura was much too faint to be a proper spell, so she safely concluded that it was simply his Mana Signature.

A Mana Signature is something magic users of all species subconsciously form after reaching a certain power level and achieving adequate mastery of their inner magic. It is formed from a mage's particular elemental affinity, personality and some studies even hypothesised that it was affected by the persons (or creature's) very soul's nature as well.

All magic users have their own distinctive feel to their mana, similar to how all humans have a distinctive fingerprint pattern. Even if two people were blood related and used the same type of magic, they would still not have the exact same mana signature.

After any piece of machinery is constantly used for a long period of time, it's engine will become warm to the touch as it releases excess heat energy into the atmosphere. Mages were similar in a sense— After casting a significant amount of magic, their bodies release excess mana particles out into the atmosphere to cool their body down so as to not "overheat" their insides.

Failure to do so can give rise to a myriad of symptoms, ranging from a minor migraine to a deadly stroke. It one of the reasons mages were warned to not try out magic above their power level. Even if the spell was cast perfectly, their bodies that are unaccustomed to the higher-level magic, would not be able to safely discard the excess mana easily, resulting often in a painful and messy death from being literally cooked inside out.

And that's what she was sensing off Ryuji, the residual mana from some kind of big spell he had cast before coming to school. It was no easy task to analyze a Mana Signature as quickly as Sona had done, but the Stri heiress's reputation of being a generational genius was a title well earned.

The fact that his Mana Signature was so calming was a good indicator of his nature. After all, a person's innate nature affected the way their magic expressed. For example, a malevolent fire user's Mana Signature might feel scorching hot, while a kind and gentle fire user's Mana Signature would instead be pleasantly warm and soothing.

As Sona finished her musings and focused back onto the present, the conversation between her Queen and Ryuji started to come to a close. The Stri heiress couldn't help but beam at Tsubaki.

Her ever reliable Queen, her sister in all but blood— be it in combat, research or keeping someone occupied with conversation while Sona gathered and managed her thoughts. She would be sure to get her some of her favourite manju buns as thanks later on.

"... and so Devils always have had an easier time casting magic, compared to many other races. And amongst Devils, Kaicho is considered a prodigy in the field of magic study. With her help, is not as big of an accomplishment as you are making it out to be, Kangofu-san."

Ryuji deadpanned at them. "Both your claims of humbleness would be a lot more effective without those smug smiles on your faces that tell me that you know exactly how impressive your feat really is."

Sona's smile widened slightly at that and almost let a giggle slip. His occasional quips were also entertaining and he spoke with an almost startling level of honesty. Over the years, growing up surrounded by devils who liked using sweet words to get close to her to benefit themselves by being friends with someone of her status, Sona had gotten really good at identifying deceit.

And she had yet to sense anything but pure honesty from Hoshino Ryuji yet.

He was genuinely sorry for not arriving on time. And not once had his compliments on Tsubaki and Sona's magical prowess had been false, or exaggerated just to flatter them. The Nurse had meant every word he had said.

Sona was used to being approached by people who wanted to curry favor with her by telling her sweet lies. In contrast, Ryuji's honesty was like a breath of fresh air for her. It was a nice change of pace for Sona, and she found herself actually kind of enjoying the mysterious man's company.

With a final sigh Ryuji lowered his hand and started following them again, all the while muttering something about "stupid overpowered devils". Sona stifled another smile. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to spend some more time with this new addition to her school after all. She would also freely admit that it was also a matter of Pride.

When it came to battle, Sona considered herself a strategist and tactician first, and a warrior second. Her Pride took a blow when she exhausted all her sources and still couldn't find any traces about Ryuji's past. Nothing. Where he lived, what school he went to, his parents name, any association with the supernatural world, nothing. Sona didn't even know if Ryuji was even his real name. And nobody has a slate so spotless unless it has been deliberately cleaned.

Even her older sister was not willing to say anything about his past or how they came to be acquainted. All she had to say on the matter was that it was not her story to tell.

And that simply makes her even more curious— After all, the fact that Serafall respected him enough to keep his secrets even when it was her beloved little sister asking spoke volumes to Sona about how much respect she held for him.

And no ordinary human with ordinary circumstances could ever have come into contact with one of the four Satans, even less probable for him to end up striking a friendship with one. No, there was definitely a mystery to be uncovered here— And the fact her Onee-sama was a part of it simple made Sona more invested in solving this enigma.

So she takes uncovering his mysterious past as a personal challenge. She vows to gain his trust and find out exactly what and who this Nurse actually is.

"You have managed to peak my interest Kazama Ryuji. I promise you, I will not stop until I uncover your secrets and your connection to my sister. I swear it on my Pride as the Stri Heiress. Hoshino Ryuji... who exactly are you?"

"I could tell you were simply jesting earlier, but you are genuinely tired now aren't you?" Sona asked, slightly concerned at the supposedly 'super-duper awesome mage warrior!' as her sister once described- was so winded up by simply walking around the school and giving introductions.

After finally finishing his rounds and introducing himself in every classroom, Ryuji had seated himself at a bench next to one of the school vending machines and was drinking an iced coffee.

He offered to buy a drink for them, but they both declined. Tsubaki did not like cold drinks and Sona had been taught from a young age to never accept food or drinks from someone whom she did not explicitly trust. And because she knew none of the drinks in the machine could hold up against her Queen's hand-made tea that she would brew in a few minutes when the break started.

"The fatigue is more mental in nature than physical," Ryuji said after taking a big sip. "Constantly repeating the same words over and over and over again in front of crowds simply gets tiring after a while. My social battery is pretty much empty, thank Go- uh, thank Satan that there are no more classes for me to go to!"

"Nice save. And really? I thought you would be more appreciative of the various cheers you got from the girls fawning all over you?" Sona half-teased and half-accused the seated man. As a fellow student of the prestigious, and till the last year, all-girls school she could kind of understand the excited reactions her schoolmates gave. Teenage hormones mixed with a relative lack of male staff, made the arrival of the new relatively young and handsome, male nurse quite a spectacle at the school.

On the other hand, if she was to hear another comment on his "mysterious, brooding eyes" or his "alluring facial scar" and "sexy stubble"- She might just summon a bucket of water and dunk her head into it out of sheer embarrassment.

Outwardly she appeared calm, but internally she was cringing from humiliation at the way the supposedly prestigious and elite students of her honoured school immediately resorted to almost cat-calling at the sight of someone of the opposite sex.

What kind of impression had they made on Ryuji, who had come here on none other that Serafall's recommendation!? What if he reported back to her and told her Onee-sama about Sona's failure as the Student Council President!? She would surely find just it simply amusing and tease her about it, but she would never hear the end of it if her mother got wind of it!

Sensing her Kaichou's distress, Tsubaki gently lay her hand on Sona's arm, offering silent support. It calmed down Sona enough for her to realize that maybe she was overreacting a tad bit. Atleast it looked like Ryuji hadn't taken offence of any kind and had found the whole thing simply amusing, judging by the brief chuckle he let out in response yo her words. But Sona vowed to go and have a little talk later, about discipline and decorum with the girls being especially vocal. Nobody almost embarrasses Sona Stri and gets away with it.

"It was flattering the first few times before it delved into the annoying territory. Too many cooks spoil the broth, as they say. And whatever joy I got from the admiration of the ladies was dampened by the sheer hatred I felt coming my way from some of the guys. I'm pretty sure I actually heard some of them planning my demise in one of the 2nd year classes!"

"Ah, that would be Motohama and Matsuda," Sona didn't bother hiding the disgust in her voice as she recognized which students Ryuji was talking about. It was like simply speaking their names left a bitter taste in her mouth. Tubaki's expression similarly wrinkled in distaste at her Kaichou's words.

"They, including Hyoudo who is absent today, form the infamous 'Perverted Trio' of our school. They are a blight on our otherwise picture perfect academy, and if any one of those lecherous deviants ever tries to skip classes by hiding in the nurse's office, please inform me immediately. It will be my pleasure to make sure to discipline them sufficiently, so as to they may never even think of skipping lessons again."

Ryuji nodded slowly while looking at both Student Council Members. Sensing their sudden change in mood at the current topic, he decided to not ask any more questions related to the perverts. Instead he chose to ask a question that was bugging him for a while now.

"Frankly I'm a bit surprised at how well my introduction was received by the majority. I was not trying particularly hard to be friendly or anything, rather I trying to lean into the whole 'cold and strict' archetype so that I don't gather too much attention. But..." Ryuji scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "The excitement of the girls went undeterred. Why?"

At his words Tsubaki covered her mouth with her fingers and giggled lightly and Sona smirked sardonically. "You don't spend much time hanging around teenage girls do you, Nurse-san? Until recently this was an all-girls school, with the faculty consisting of mostly females- with the few male staff here being in their forties at the youngest, with wrinkles, receding hairlines, and out of shape bodies.

Now in comes this younger, visibly fit, relatively handsome and sharply dressed new male nurse. It is hardly surprising that you would appeal to many of the girls here, in their height of puberty with their hormones running rampant. Your aloofness would do barely anything to dampen their enthusiasm, they probably have already pegged you as a brooding mystery to solve. Nothing except downright insults and verbal abuse could break their spirits, and even then I'm sure you would still find some coming back for more."

By the end of her explanation, Ryuji had finished his drink, and was now sitting with his back hunched and his head in his hands, looking like epitome of despair. Through his palms came a muffled groan followed by another question.

"So your telling me that me asking them to leave me alone is probably going to end up having the opposite effect and cause them to try and get even closer to me?"

There was a brief pause where Sona and Tsubaki caught each other's eyes. And with perfect synchronization they both broke into identical mischievous grins.

""Yes."" Came the answer, uttered simultaneously by the two dark-haired woman, who barely managed to keep their laughter in check as they watched the forlorn man hunch down even further at their affirmation and let out a longer groan.

"Wait," Suddenly Ryuji raised his head and stared at Sona with a raised eyebrow. "Did you just call me handsome?"

Sona suppressed her left eye from twitching. Of all the things Ryuji could have focused on, of course he would focus on that. Time to set him straight. "I simply made an observation," Sona stated impassively. "And when I say relatively handsome, I meant when you are compared to your fellow humans. Compared to most devils or some other supernatural races, well..."

Sona didn't need to finish her sentence, Ryuji had enough tact to get what she was implying and simply gave a good natured chuckle at her words. She was glad that he did not feel offended, because that was not her goal at all. She was simply stating genuine facts. Devils were vain and prideful creatures by principle, and with literal mana coursing through their bodies, they made sure to use that magic to keep themselves healthy and look the best they can at all times.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that literally any Devil could make a living in the mortal world by working as some kind of a model. Hell, Sona even knew some of her fellow Young Devils who chose such professions to make some extra cash for their peerage or other reasons.

There was no shortage of very good looking people in the Underworld. What she didn't mention however, was that she would much rather wear a Magical Girl costume and strike an embarrassing pose than willingly spend any extended amount of time conversing with those pretentious pricks.

She had lost the number of times she's had to entertain a gorgeous lord or lady at a dinner party, and then hear them go on and on about how great of a person they were and how rich and powerful their Clan was for many, many minutes on end. Compared to such narcissistic ramblings, Sona greatly preferred Ryuji's average face, but vastly superior conversation skills and sense of humor.

Not that she was going to tell him those things though. Sona was genuinely enjoying their banter and the fact that Ryuji was knowledgeable enough to keep up with her in magic related subjects. She would hate to ruin that by giving him an ego caused by a careless compliment.

Ryuji then tossed the now empty can into the bin next to the vending machine and stood up with a flourish, his arms spread wide open, as it to say 'look at this!' "But what about me being 'sharply dressed', Sona?" He proclaimed with a toothy grin. "Do you mean to say that you like my style? That even though I don't match your Devil beauty standards, you still like how I look~?"

At that Sona mentally stumbled a bit, not answering immediately and simply looked over Ryuji first. She didn't have an immediate response to this line of questioning for a simple reason. Because, well... Ryuji was right. Sona was being truthful earlier, she really did think that Ryuji was quite well-dressed for his first day of work.

Ryuji was wearing an adequately professional outfit for his post, a black vest with a white dress shirt underneath, tucked into black pants and a tie that he was wearing loosely. The look was completed with a mid-thighs reaching white nurse coat worn over the outfit, with its buttons undone. He had neck length loose black hair parted in the middle, with a few thicker strands framing the front of his face. In terms of accessories he wore a pair of black rectangular glasses, not dissimilar to the ones Tsubaki was currently wearing.

Sona also noticed two necklace strings hanging from his neck, but couldn't make out what was attached at the ends as they tucked in his shirt. But she could feel strong magic coming out from it. Hell, Sona could feel protection magic emanating from all of his clothing. And she could feel that it was not any run of the mill cheap enchantment either, the reinforcement woven into the fabric similar in strength to her own uniform, which was quite impressive if he had done it cast it himself. But she couldn't quite tell what kind of enchantment was used on his black dress shoes or the fingerless gloves he was wearing. All she got when she focused was the faint whiff of ozone.

Normally by now, any other teacher would have already gotten an earful from Sona for having their tie worn loosely and for keeping his collar and top two button open. But the Stri Heiress had chosen to let the dress code violation slide this once as this was Ryuji's first day. And because she was enjoying his company, but she had squashed that thought down as quickly as it had surfaced.

Sona was supposed to be the perfect impartial Student Council President. She didn't play favourites, even when it came to her own Peerage. Her newest addition Saji could have coasted on the coattails of his fellow Student Council members and focused on his devil training, but she had been sure to relentlessly tutor him until he was perfectly capable of taking on the job of Secretary that he had chosen. And while he had verbally complained for a fair bit, but he never slacked off and always worked his hardest— something which has won her respect.

But as the Nurse suddenly rose up, he ended up standing a lot closer to Sona than he was at any other point during the tour. And due to his greater height, she was now face to face with the offending piece of fabric, which had apparently shifted even more due to his sudden movement. So now Sona was getting a close-up shot of a part of Ryuji's toned chest and well-defined collarbone, glistening slightly due to a thin sheen of sweat over it.

Her eyes widening at this unexpected turn of events, Sona's eyes widened and she took in an involuntary breath. Which was apparently not the right move in this situation as she inadvertently took in a lungful of Ryuji's scent.

Supernatural creatures perceived magic in different, for some it was the feeling or hot or cold, some could literally see auras, while others might be better at smelling it. Sona fell in the latter category, since apparently one of her ancestors had been a Nekomata, from whom she has inherited the ability to sense magic through smell better than anybody her other senses.

However, her superior Devil senses, honed even further through rigorous training- acted against her in this instant. Earlier when she was studying him, Sona had taken in small controlled whiffs from farther away, and had managed to easily analyze him and his magic without any kind of side-effects.

But now his musk almost overwhelmed her olfactory senses, sending a tingle throughout her body all the way down to her toes. The musky smell was overpowering and almost made her feel light-headed. Up close, Sona's first-class magic senses were bombarded by a new aura that she hadn't been able to sense before.

And it both terrified and fascinated her.

It was like coming face to face with a sleeping predator of unimaginable strength. Sona couldn't even properly measure how powerful this aura was. It was like looking into a bottomless pit, a grand canyon that went on and on for so long that the ground was engulfed in shadows. The darkness rendering the observer unable to estimate where the drop ended. It was raw, un-tameable power unlike she has ever come into contact with before.

Like a moth drawn to a flame, she couldn't help but want to know more. To get closer to the inferno against her better judgement. Her fear of getting burned drowned by her curiosity, she flooded all her senses with demonic power, reinforcing them to the max to observe the unknown variable in front of her.

And Sona knew then and there, without a doubt, that if she had to face the full might of this slumbering Beast she would not emerge victorious. Actually forget winning, it was questionable whether she would not even even survive the encounter. And that certainty sent a chill up her spine, terrifying her beyond the capacity of rational thoughts.

But what fascinated Sona was that even though she knew the vast danger she was facing, she didn't feel threatened in the least. There was no bloodlust, no killing intent, no malice. It was like the raw power lay dormant, kept in check and restrained. It was like a hibernating bear, if the bear in question was capable of destroying half the city of Kuoh with a single bite. The un-tameable power had been somehow tamed, or as least come as close to being tamed as possible. And as the scent of grassy fields and deserts(not the sandy kind, mind you) returned, Sona realized who exactly it was that had the Beast under his control.

The annoyingly charming and mysterious nurse that was now a part of her school staff.

Till now she had been squarely focused on the new presence she had sensed, but as soon as her focus shifted to Ryuji himself, his already powerful scent seemed to increase in potency. It was like his aura had by now completely surrounded her, as if engulfing her in an intimate embrace.

Belatedly the Stri heiress realized that strengthening her senses on a whim might not have been the best idea after-all.

Sona's gaze shifted upwards, lingering for a few moments on his lips, before finally stopping at his dark eyes. And when she found him looking back at her just as intently, Sona didn't bother suppressing the shiver that ran through her body.

Violet eyes stared back into black ones.

Ryuji was almost a whole head taller than Sona, so she had to tilt her head back to look into his eyes. And with the almost hungry gaze that Ryuji had fixed on Sona, she felt like prey. Standing still when faced with the towering predator in front of her, waiting for his next move. And when Sona observed Ryuji lightly lick his lips, another tingle coursed through her body, this time stopping in her lower abdomen and getting hotter with every passing second. As they continued looking into each other's eyes, the sudden urge to rub her thighs intensified in the young Stri Heiress.

The indecent thought both shamed and excited Sona in equal measures, as she unconsciously copied the beast in front of her and licked her lips and went one step further and bit her bottom one, not breaking eye contact for a single moment. Sona felt her body move, her mind in a pleasant haze as she inches closer to him as she parts her lips and—

"Ahem."

A low cough came from behind her, breaking Sona out of her trance. Turning around quickly, she saw Tsubaki looking at her with a worried face. "Kaichou, are you feeling okay?" Tsubaki asked, concerned about the strange behaviour her King was showing.

Almost jumping away from Ryuji (when did she get so close to him!?), Sona took a deep breath and focused her mind. Nodding briefly at her Vice-president to assuage her concerns, Sona turned her head swiftly to face and properly addressed the Mage in front of her.

"What in Lucifer's balls was that!?"

Out of the corner of her eyes she saw Tsubaki's eyes widen in shock at seeing her always composed Kaichou curse, but she ignored it. Sona was too shook to maintain proper decorum.

Ryuji didn't answer. He continued staring at were Sona was previously standing with wide eyes, as if in a trance. It took a second "Well!?" from the Stri heiress for his eyes to snap back into focus. Ryuji then blinked twice and release a tired sigh before turning to face the still glaring Devil and her very confused friend.

"... So did you feel it?"

"Did I feel..? A Leviathan-damned blind and deaf human with no magic sensing capabilities could have sensed that power if the conditions were! Now stop stalling, Hoshino Ryuji, and answer my question! What is that power inside you!?"

"Sona, calm down. You're not acting like yourself!" Tsubaki said while grabbing hold of her King's hands. It was testament of how much Sona's emotional breakdown worried her that Tsubaki dropped the title she was supposed to use in public settings, and instead addressed her simply as a concerned friend. "Take deep breaths Sona, you're insulting Hoshino-san."

Ryuji waved away her concerns with a hand, his face still fixed on Sona's with a concerned look. "No offence taken Tsubaki-san, and please don't refer to me by by last name. Sona has good reason to act like this. *Sigh* This wasn't how I was hoping to bring up this particular topic, you're too talented for your own good. I was hoping for the Gremory heiress to be present as well for my explanation."

"Rias?" The comforting touch of her Queen seemed to be doing the trick, Sona's breathing had started to calm down. And the mention of her best friend seemed to focus her mind even more. "Unfortunately that will not be possible. Rias informed me early this morning that she has a Peerage related emergency on hand at the moment, so she will not be showinh up to the academy today."

Taking a final deep breath, Sona's gaze hardened at the visibly nervous Magus in front of her. "And now that I know what kind of darkness is residing in your soul, I have no intention of letting you go anywhere near her without a proper explanation of what it was that I sensed.

So quit stalling. And start explaining. Now."

The nurse winced at her clearly threatening tone. Sona felt slightly guilty, as he had been nothing but courteous so far, but she didn't let up her glare. She couldn't. Not when her whole school and Peerage and the whole city of Kouh could potentially at threat from the strange power inside Ryuji. She had to understand what she was dealing with here to ensure their safety.

"Ah, well that's-" Ryuji's hesitant words were interrupted by sudden music coming from his direction. His eyes instantly widened in recognition and he released a huge sigh of relief at the interruption and reached for his collar as he muttered quietly, "Perfect timing, you twin-tailed prankster!"

It took Sona a second to realize that the song that had abruptly stopped her interrogation of the Magus was a ringtone for an incoming call. It took a second more for her mind to register exactly what song was playing, and when it did she felt her jaw slacken and her anger briefly disappear, replaced by absolute shock and astonishment.

"... Is that the season four opening of Miracle Levia-tan?"

"..."

And the silence spoke louder than his words ever could.

Highschool DxD was one of the first anime I ever watched, mainly because I was a young teenager and I had heard of its... lets call it infamous reputation. And while the borderline hentai levels of fanservice was an (admittedly very nice) added bonus, by the time Season 4 rolled around I was genuinely more interested in the plot than the boobs.

I know! It was surprising for me as well.

The DxD verse frankly has some fantastic worldbuilding, that I can't help but think kind of got wasted in the show. The politics between the three Christian Factions, the other Mythologies like the Norse, the Greek, and the Japanese pantheon, and the many interesting Sacred Gears and their users. Also, in my opinion, Issei was really not that great of a protagonist to follow. The amount of Deus Ex Machina bullshit that always managed to save him from fights he should not have won is just... astounding to be honest. It didn't really matter to me on my first watch, but as I was re-watching the show for a refresher on the story and lore, I am genuinely shocked at some of the stuff that the show threw at us just for an extra eyeful of boobs.

It is frankly disturbing how often Issei practically commits sexual assault by deliberately destroying his female opponents clothes with "Dress Break". And his frankly stupidly overpowered Boosts from seeing/touching breasts. And don't even get me started on "Boob-lingual". Holy shit that was so dumb.

And while I like the verse and the characters (yeah, even Issei) as a whole, the story could definitely have been better and the protagonist could have been less of a Mary Sue. And so I decided to take matters into my own hands and this fic came to fruition.

So comment, review, and share your thoughts on this first chapter. And I wonder if you can guess what the Peerage related emergency Rias might be facing right now. There's already a hint in the fic on what I'm referring to over here, lets see if you can correctly guess what plot relevant event is going on in the background right now.

Also, important thing to note here, HESTIA IS NOT A ROMANTIC INTERSEST FOR RYUJI. The love they feel for each other is real and genuine, but its more of a familial love, like a mother and son or an elder sister and her younger brother. Don't worry, even without her our main boy is not gonna be lacking in the waifu department anytime soon.

So stick around for the for the introduction of the twin-tailed top-tier magical girl waifu, and hope to see you in the next chapter! Adios!