My Childhood Friend Is Atobe

My childhood friend, Young Master Atobe

The most dazzling person in the world

Born with a silver spoon in his mouth, from a family rich enough to rival a country, with a diamond-bright appearance. As proud as a peacock yet elegant and graceful, he is always surrounded by flowers and applause wherever he goes, with the natural bearing of an aristocrat born to give orders.

Though he seems narcissistic and arrogant, he has a gentle and generous heart. He never looks down on anyone and is always generous with his help.

He even remembers every servant's birthday by heart.

Such a wonderful young master.

I gently wrote in my diary:

"Sometimes I hate him."

Because he's too perfect.

So perfect that even when he found my diary, he remained utterly unruffled. Instead, he smiled and asked which restaurant I wanted to eat at that evening.

...I told you.

This guy hasn't furrowed his brow over a single problem in his whole life.

But... wait.

"You accepted that first-year's love letter today."

As he tied my shoelaces, he frowned. His usually composed face had taken on an inexplicably intimidating look, as though the sky had fallen.

"Do you like him?"

○ Childhood friends / growing-up-together romance / possessive, doting rich boy who treats his girl like the apple of his eye x delicate, spoiled, impossibly pretty, petty, and adorable girl

○ The heroine has a few flaws, but not many. She has no ill intentions. The synopsis reflects my personal tastes, so please leave if it's not for you.

○ Childhood friends are the best!

Theme: Love lasts forever, and always makes us feel we owe the other person more