[System Notification: Karma Value is dangerously low. Current Status: Public Enemy No. 1.]
Let’s get one thing straight: I am not a high school student. I am the progenitor of all demons, the apex predator of the night, the being who made samurais wet their armor for a thousand years. My name is Muzan Kibutsuji, and I am a god.
Or at least, I was.
Right now? I’m a sickly, anaemic teenager sweating through a polyester uniform, hiding behind UV-protective glasses that cost me three months of allowance. Why? Because if I step into that sunbeam hitting my desk, I won’t just get a sunburn—I’ll turn into a pile of ash.
But the sun isn't the worst part. Oh no. The worst part is the girl sitting two desks over. She has a butterfly clip in her hair and a smile that screams "I enjoy dissecting frogs while they’re still awake."
She doesn’t remember decapitating me in my past life. But my neck remembers. It’s throbbing right now.
[Warning: Heart rate elevated. Maintain cover or face Erasure.]
Welcome to my personal hell. It’s called 11th Grade Chemistry.
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