Hurry up and wake up ditz.

Yet, I don't know what to call this feeling.

Yet, I don't know what to call this feeling.

Hey, if you wake up, could you hear me out? Listen to the name of this feeling?

My first impression of her was simply that of a dislike.

Annoying, noisy, weak, and most of all, her wish makes me sick.

Come to think about it, maybe it was a common self-loathing of some sort. That I was watching her overlapped with myself unconsciously.

Come to think about it, maybe it was a common self-loathing of some sort. That I was watching her overlapped with myself unconsciously.

It's the reason why I couldn't bear to watch her fall.

To prevent her from making the same mistakes I made, some form of a switch must've turned on inside me.

Since when did this no longer become a mere meddling?

You would've answered me with something, right? With a dumbfounded look on your face, saying "I don't know anything about that". With a calmed expression on your face, saying "You're just meddling into other people's business". With a slightly reddened face, saying "...".

...Seriously, aren't you even worried about me, miss sleepyhead?

*sigh*