Seraphim is a Bystander

The Name and a Little problem

 
 
It’s been about three months since the child was born. That wrinkly, awkward-looking baby has now grown to be adorably angelic—babbling energetically with sounds like “Ah~” or “Oo~” and occasionally crying at full volume.

 
 
“Da~! Ah~!”

 
 
By the way, the name given to the baby after birth is Aoi. I hadn’t really checked before, but the parents’ family name is Futaba, so the full name becomes Futaba Aoi.

 
 
“Auu~”

“Oh, you’re full of energy, Aoi~!”
 
 

As for the name’s origin:
The kanji 葵 (Aoi) was chosen with hopes that the child would grow up to be “pure-hearted” and “a great person like a historical figure.”
And when combined with Futaba (双葉), it forms Futaba Aoi (双葉葵)—the same name as the Futaba Aoi flower, whose meaning in flower language is “tender affection.”
 
 

Right after birth, the parents had explained all this to Aoi. It’s a name that feels both gentle and dignified—very fitting.
 
 
Incidentally, the Futaba Aoi flower, in my past world, was used in Shinto rituals and served as the inspiration for the Tokugawa clan's crest, the famous "Aoi no Gomon."

 
 
“Kyah kyah!”

“There there~!”
 
 

Also, it turns out Aoi is a boy.
Since I had only seen him in his fetal stage, I hadn’t really thought about it much.
 
 

…And recently, there’s one thing that’s been bothering me.
 
 

“FWAAAAAAHHH!!”
“Oh oh, are you hungry? Let’s go to Mommy together~”
 

 
Yes, this.
 

 
Apparently, Aoi’s five senses are directly linked to mine, so everything he sees, hears, or feels—including hunger—comes flooding into me. While I can process unlimited amounts of information and already monitor Aoi with my own mental screens, the physiological sensations like hunger are hitting me hard. It’s been roughly 5 billion years since I’ve felt anything like this… I want to cry with him, honestly.
 

 
Fortunately, both of his parents are on parental leave and take care of Aoi together. Since one of them is always around, Aoi is never left crying alone, and I’m incredibly grateful for that.
 

 
But even more troublesome than the five senses is the emotional linkage. As a baby, Aoi’s emotions are raw and direct—and they get transmitted to me exactly as they are.
 

 
“WAAAHHHHHHH!!”
“Oh dear, what’s wrong Aoi-kun? Hungry again?”

 
 
Right now, he’s being breastfed by his beautiful mother, and the feeling of safety is overwhelming. I feel like I could fall asleep too.

 
 
For the past 5 billion years, I’d been operating purely on labor-fueled rage directed at that damned god—but ever since I started living like this, time has felt so much slower, in a good way.

 
 
My heart, nearly stripped of its humanity by the black hole of labor that was Heaven, has been slowly regaining warmth.

 
 
Now, thanks to the emotional link, I’ve started to feel genuine affection not just toward Aoi, but also toward his parents. My feelings toward Aoi are like that of a big sister doting on her first younger brother.

 
 
…Huh? Big sister?
Crap—I've been a celestial being for so long that I’ve kind of lost track of my gender identity.

 
 
Well, since I’ll be ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) sharing this body with Aoi and getting used to living in a male body again, I’m sure things will gradually normalize. My spiritual form still naturally takes the shape of a celestial being, but maybe someday I’ll return to the form I had in my old life as Minato Kushiki.

 
 
After all, it’s been 5 billion years since that crappy god dumped this angel body on me, and I never even got a proper chance to complain. No wonder it’s become second nature to me.

 
 
Alright, I’ll do my best to get used to being in a male body again.
Let’s treat this like rehabilitation—I’ll work through it together with Aoi.

 
...However, Seras doesn’t know:
The Creator God has hidden the angel body inside her current spiritual form.
No matter how hard she tries, she won’t be able to change her appearance.