"Little rascal."
"Ah."
"Brother, I have quit everything."
"Yeah."
"I even gave up smoking for five years."
"Yeah."
"I'm almost over my alcohol addiction."
"…"
"But why, I quit everything. I just can't quit you."
Poor-tongued girl × President of the fallen academic tyrant
Intention: The pear tree is nestled in the moonlight, picking up the light with you