A super-short story, written while drunk. First person, out of character, read with caution.
I saved a girl with purple hair, and from then on I latched onto her older brother: Charlotte Katakuri, a powerful yet gentle man who always kept half his face hidden beneath a scarf.
In the perilous Totto Land, he was both my refuge and my obsession. I shamelessly tried to bind him to me with a debt of gratitude, greedily wishing to claim all his attention for myself.
But it seemed he pursued only the strongest power. He was already so strong, so why wouldn't he spare me a few more glances?
What scared me even more was that the fruit seemed to have truly turned me into two people. I had even begun to envy myself.
Why should she get to have Katakuri?
Theme: Face yourself bravely
