Those summers in my memory are always very short, and there will never be a chance to come back again.
About him, about the blurry sunshine of youth, about the smile with narrowed eyes, about dreams and fantasies, about white T-shirts, about talking about everything, about wanting to be a better person.
Faint, supreme, lonely, silent, untouchable, his Pluto.
Everyone was busy with graduation, papers, and work, and I started to write novels. Love and imagination go hand in hand, ideal love and correct views, a love letter to yourself.
The title is lightly tongue-in-cheek, and the slightly non-mainstream aspect is intentional. Some of the Mary Sue content in the early stage will be continued in the later stages. The writing style is inconsistent, and occasionally, the humor has completely collapsed.
All in all, that's it.