Super short story, drunken work, first person, ooc, cautious
I rescued a purple-haired girl, and since then I have been obsessed with her brother - the strong yet gentle Charlotte Katakuri who always hides half of her face under a scarf.
In a world full of crises, he is my refuge and my obsession. I despicably tried to bind him with kindness, and greedily tried to monopolize all his eyes.
But he seems to only pursue the strongest power. He is already strong enough. Why doesn't he want to look at me more?
What frightened me even more was that the fruit seemed to really turn me into two people, and I began to feel jealous of myself.
Why should she get Katakuri?
Intention: Face yourself bravely
