We were promised facial paralysis, but why did we lose control when we met him?
Why doesn't it work for him when he was told about mysophobia?
"I hate your self-styledness!" He said angrily
"I like your facial paralysis." He smiled
"Aren't you that ***? Why don't you be with him? (How dare you!)"
"Haha, I have mysophobia and I have identified you."
"Hmph!"
We have been together since childhood, only caring about each other's specialness. We have been destined to live with you for a lifetime.