Dongyun Lian has been having the worst luck imaginable lately.
First, a black-haired college student with curly hair, who might be working part-time at a host club, tried to scam her. Then a dark-skinned athlete reading a dirty magazine in public leaped into a slam dunk and nearly smashed her face in. And then a middle schooler wearing nothing but heart-print briefs, with a flaming hedgehog hairstyle, sent her flying onto a scrap collection truck...
That would have been bad enough, but her archenemy was there every single time to laugh at her, never missing a chance to get on her nerves.
Dongyun Lian had just declared that the black-haired college student was the love of her life when he threw himself into someone’s arms and wept over his own true love.
Her archenemy looked down at her with scorn. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Your one true love might accuse you of trying to scam him one day.”
Dongyun Lian lifted the fallen basketball hoop with one hand. The dark-skinned athlete beside her said, “Whoa. You look so delicate, but you’re pretty strong.”
Her archenemy gave a sarcastic laugh. “You must be bored out of your mind, with all that energy to burn every day.”
Dongyun Lian crawled out of the scrap truck, covered in grime, and was about to go after the flaming-haired kid in his briefs.
Her archenemy sat inside a stretched Rolls-Royce, met her gaze, then rolled up the window.
Dongyun Lian: “...”
Her fists clenched.
Fine. She and Atobe Keigo weren’t just going to avoid each other until death. They’d avoid each other even after they were dead.
*
Many years after Dongyun Lian’s death, Atobe Keigo had never even dreamed of her.
One day, Atobe Keigo was taking a walk alone in a rose garden.
The morning breeze was crisp. He picked up an outer robe from the ground, then suddenly froze.
In an endless sea of rosy flowers, a girl raised a hand to brush the hair from her cheek.
Her emerald-green eyes were first filled with confusion. When they met his, some of her wariness slowly faded.
He said nothing. He couldn’t say a word.
He couldn’t bear to let go of this dream he had longed for over so many years.
But the girl raised an eyebrow, her voice clear and her eyes sparkling, just as they had been all those years ago.
“Atobe, how did you get ten years older all at once?”
Reader advisory:
[1] Everything is in service of romance
[2] A wish-fulfillment, sweet, indulgent, melodramatic, brainless, illogical, lightweight story
[3] Entirely fictional. Do not take it as reality. Please read responsibly.
First draft of blurb dated November 22, 2024 (screenshot saved)
[Recently Completed]
Fanfiction:
“I’d Never Fall for You If It Weren’t for the Script” (A lie-flat panda finds the courage to fight for love · Ouran High School Host Club · Detective Conan · Run with the Wind · pairing: Ootori Kyoya)
[Currently Updating]
Fanfiction series:
“I’ll Take Responsibility for the Pretty Boy in Three Sentences” (A cool, aloof heroine with a special devotion · Prince of Tennis · Kuroko’s Basketball · Detective Conan · everyone has a one-sided crush)
Theme: This whole life was but a dream, like Nanke’s dream.
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I Won't Fall for You If I Stick to the Script
Three Sentences, and I'm Responsible for the Pretty Boy
Oh No, I’ve Been Set Up by Tennis
I want to read it. Can you please let me finish it and then lock it?
It's good to watch. I want to watch it. [Joker] is the one at the end of the introduction that makes me a little panicked. It shouldn't be 5555.