I only complained that the recent Prince of Tennis fanfiction was way too Mary Sue. Maybe I really did get punished for it. One woman, over twenty years old, was struck by lightning while out one day and reborn as a cannon-fodder girl whose life was too miserable to even describe as “tragic.”
But ever since she met a certain arrogant jerk, she’s been constantly worried that her heart might give out!
“Ah, you mean hiding things? This master would never do something so unglamorous.”
“Then stop changing the plot I wrote, you jerk!”
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The blurb still needs work. This is my first time writing a story, so please don’t be too harsh.
Theme: Don’t think of yourself as a side character. You might be the protagonist.
Sprinkle flowers, sprinkle flowers, sprinkle flowers~ Come on ^0^~