When morning comes, I rise from the bed and wait for you to wake up.

When you do, I greet you with a casual "Did you sleep well?" and we head to the bathroom together.

With monstrous hands that have sharp claws and brute strength not meant for humans, I can do nothing but destroy.

Because I would die without your kindness, I swallow my embarrassment and entrust my body to your hands.

After leaving the bathroom, I dry my hair—unnecessarily long when I transform into a woman, unnecessarily tough and impossible to cut when I transform into a monster.

You always tell me it's fine, that you enjoy brushing my hair, but I can only feel pathetic for being unable to do anything myself.

After my hair is dry, we eat breakfast together.

While you prepare the morning meal, I just stand behind you, staring blankly.

I eat like a child, stabbing each side dish one by one with a fork.

With hands as large as my head, I can't use chopsticks.

After finishing breakfast, I see you off as you leave for the Hero Association.

I'm still frustrated that I can't tie your necktie properly, but I can only watch.

With these hands, it's impossible to do something like tying a necktie.

As you stand at the front door.

"Have a good day."

"I'll be back."

Today again, I crouch quietly by the front door, waiting only for your return.

Since I can't do anything alone, I just wait for you, quietly closing my eyes in front of the door.

I am a monster.

A man who has become a monster in the form of a little girl.

...A monster with a Hero as a childhood friend, living off the kindness of others.

As a monster, today again I wait for you, the Hero.