A Health-Conscious Office Drone♀ X A Homewrecker Landmine Guy♂ (BG)

Straightforward and blunt. Has a knack for attracting strange people. Overworked office worker with a weak stomach. Mistaken for someone's mother. Girlfriend of a scumbag man ♀ x

Starved for affection. Mentally unstable. Hermaphroditic. Homewrecker. Nonconformist, flamboyant, and edgy guy. Mommy issues. Roommate of a scumbag man ♂

“Mom... seriously, why can't I be both your child and your spouse?”

“...For God's sake, why are the people around me either scumbags or lunatics?!”

Once again, it's a twisted love story whose nature you can tell just from the character profiles. This is a self-indulgent work based on my own tastes. I wanted to write a little horror romance, but it seems like there's not much of that in the story. I feel like the ending is pretty healing.

A little rambling:

I'm just a cook with very niche tastes. I couldn't find anything to eat, so I had to cook for myself. Cooking makes me happy, and when I finish eating, I think it really suits my palate. Every now and then, I set up a little stall on some secluded roadside and put out a plate. I'm surprised that anyone passes by such a remote place. When a traveler tries my food and likes it, I'm very happy. If the dish doesn't suit their taste, they can quietly put it down and leave, or go try another dish that might be more to their liking. The cook won't know. The cook is just happily doing their thing every day, preparing the ingredients and welcoming anyone from far away who happens to stop by, seeing how many travelers they meet and how many words they exchange. If someone says the food tastes bad, the thin-skinned cook will be very sad and gloomy for a long time (praying).

Theme: Love and peace