A Survival Guide for the Frail, Beloved Heartthrob

# I Want to Write About a Sickly Little Darling Doted on by Everyone #

[The Weakest-Grade Alpha Mute]

The most prestigious all-Alpha mecha academy in the entire interstellar empire gathers the empire's finest. Competition is fierce, and its students are immensely powerful.

He got in through nepotism, thanks to his father. He's the marshal's son, a useless low-grade Alpha, and a little mute.

His health is frail, so he can't study mecha. All he can do is study useless counseling among a bunch of strong Alphas, and he even lives in the dorm ranked first in the entire year, making the contrast all the more striking.

At first, all the Alphas looked down on him.

The little mute carried a small whiteboard every day. He didn't even know sign language, so this was the only way he could communicate with his classmates.

“Sorry, I got lost.”

“Please take me back.”

“I'm a little hot. Could you help me unzip my uniform?”

At some point, his classmates all began to change.

After class, they fought for the chance to accompany him to counseling practice, buy him meals and drinks, and bring him little snacks. They even wanted to carry him to class on their backs.

The counseling room had reportedly been ignored since it was founded and was on the verge of being shut down. Now, because the little mute was interning there, it was booked solid every day.

One day, the top student came in for counseling, but the little mute suddenly began to present.

A sweet, enticing scent suddenly spread through the room

Blushing, the little mute leaned over the desk and wrote on his whiteboard with a trembling hand:

“Could you buy me an inhibitor, please?”

The top student sat across from him and watched.

He didn't want to buy one.

He wanted to bite him.

[The Blind Little Dragon]

He was the only little dragon born in the dragon clan in a hundred years.

He should have been the clan's hope, but unfortunately, he was born disabled. He couldn't turn into a dragon, and he was a little blind boy.

The Dragon King treasured his youngest son like his own eyes, afraid he might drop him if he held him in his hands, or that he might melt if he kept him in his mouth.

He adopted a black dragon who had the greatest talent for combat in a hundred years and placed the most forbidden curse on him, ordering him to protect his youngest son forever, or have his soul devoured by demons.

The black dragon's gaze toward the little prince was dark and unreadable.

But at some point, that gaze began to change.

War broke out, and the Winged King stormed into the dragon palace and abducted the little prince.

He had planned to torment and abuse him, to give the dead warriors some measure of justice and comfort.

But

The frail, tiny blind boy looked at the intruder with empty pupils and a clear gaze.

His skin was too pale to look like a dragon's, and his horns were small and tender, not yet fully grown. Innocently and harmlessly, he reached out to him.

“Pick me up.”

This little dragon seemed to have no idea what was happening. Perhaps he even thought the intruder was a servant or steward who had come to fetch him.

The Winged King picked him up.

After that, he could never put him down again.

[The Crippled Canary]

Lu Ai, chairman of a wealthy family in City A, brought a canary back from abroad.

They said he was beautiful, but it was a pity that both his legs were disabled and he suffered from intermittent amnesia.

Later, the chairman died unexpectedly, and his son opened the door to his father's villa outside the city.

In the courtyard, a young man dozed in his wheelchair. Fine sunlight fell across his fluttering eyelashes as he opened his eyes, joy filling his gaze.

“Lu Ai, did you come to take me home?”

Lu Feng looked at him.

“...Yes.”

Everyone thought the young master had brought the canary home only to honor his father's last wishes.

Perhaps he just wanted to try something exciting, too.

But on the day of the party, the second-generation heirs of City A secretly opened the back gate of the traditional courtyard house for a bit of fun.

“Lu Ai, did you come to take me home?” The young man seemed to have stepped out of the landscape painting behind him. He looked at them with youthful delight, pure innocence in his eyes.

He was still calling out the name of someone who had died.

They wanted to have this beautiful, fragile canary for themselves, too.

#Tentative premise, the blurb may be revised

#Blurb screenshot saved on 2025-02-19

Theme: Everyone deserves to be loved just as they are.