A short story from 2007.
During that period, I wrote short stories like crazy.
But I know that the writing style is immature, and I still can't change it even now.
But I really wrote it seriously.
This short story is a bit anticlimactic, sorry.
Please be patient~
P. S. Why did I like writing adult urban stories so much back then?
Maybe in my heart I really want to become an adult, but when I do become an adult, it doesn't happen that way.
Conception: