To see what my sweet future with the person I'm in love with at first sight, and secretly crushing on, would look like, I borrowed the Ten-Year Bazooka from the Vongola.
When the smoke cleared, I stared silently at my best friend, a kindhearted Russian man, dressed in a loose bathrobe with his hair still damp.
I refused to give up. I fired the bazooka at myself again, then gazed at the hat-wearing young man before me with tears of joy. But before I could even smile, I heard footsteps behind me.
The bandage-wrapped weirdo waved at me with a grin and said, "Hey, my wife. How was your day?"
Well, it couldn't have been better.
I stayed calm for one second, then decided to destroy the world.
Reader's guide:
1. Third-person narration.
2. Have fun picking your favorite guy! XD
3. Men are nothing. A career comes first.
4. Don't tell me if you drop this story. I! Don't! Care!!! Hmph!
[The blurb has been screenshotted]
Finally, thanks to my Shizai for making the cover. Love you!!!!!
Check out her Chuya story: [Crossover] On the Possibility of Raising a Cat
Theme: Love
