You are to Me

Every shopping district used to have them, the gods of commercial blessings called Blessed Ones. Now, one is coming to my local shopping district. Most are supposed to be old ladies but this one is…a third year middle schooler.

Not only that, she’s got a “butler” accompanying her and they transferred together into my class! It’s custom for Blessed Ones to never touch money so apparently the “butler” is supporting her in her daily life. But still, never touching money? That’s crazy!

What’s the truth behind it all? And why, why does she smile so wildly? I can’t stop thinking about her… Is this love?