(A slow-paced story, not a wish-fulfillment power fantasy)
A butterfly cannot cross the sea, so it settles on the neck of someone on the shore.
Carefree on the outside, pure-hearted within × well-behaved on the outside, fiercely rebellious within
Tattoo shop owner × senior-year high school teacher
Six-year age gap, younger man, simmering romantic tension.
They first met in a dimly lit tattoo shop.
She got six piercings in one go, and he watched her endure the pain without a sound.
When they later became inflamed, he said, “If you can’t get them to heal, take them out and let the holes close up.”
She thought he was such a cocky pain, with a handsome face and the temperament of a dog.
Later, she saw him outside a convenience store, dragging a suitcase.
“Nowhere to go?”
“I like camping.”
“Can you cook?”
“Yeah.”
“Then come home with me.”
And so, thanks to a plate of sweet-and-sour ribs, he stopped wandering.
[One look from you, and I’ll behave.]
In the purest year of his life, he had even picked out names for their future children.
[People need to believe in beautiful things.]
