I woke up and somehow it was the apocalypse...
But as long as I have somewhere to eat, sleep, and daydream, I guess it's fine...
And with such a strong, commanding leader looking out for me, I don't have to worry about getting killed. That's great!
But... Leader, can you let me sleep alone? And could you stop taking my clothes off while I'm daydreaming?! I'm mad!! Even a cute airhead has a temper!!
The imposing leader: Hmm?
…All right... You can take off my clothes, but don't you dare take off my pants!!!
This is the story of a cute airhead who loves sleeping and daydreaming. He wakes up one day to find the apocalypse has turned his whole worldview upside down. Thanks to his ridiculous luck, he survives, finds a large group of survivors, and then gets completely wrapped around the finger of their sly, imposing leader. In the end, he offers up his little chrysanthemum and leads a pretend-thrilling life in the apocalypse, protected by the leader's kingly aura! (Phew, it's so satisfying to write without punctuation!)
I fill in this story whenever I feel like it. As the saying goes: if you dig a hole and don't fill it in, you'll be cursed for a hundred years! (Whack!!)
Ahem, all right... I'll... try my best to fill it in!! QAQ!! ·
