Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

Next visitor. A man in a black suit. A funeral? Or maybe someone from a sales field. The person took a seat at the counter after saying something to the clerk quickly. I feel like my eyes are big, shiny and full. Shorter mowed hair looks good and handsome. If I were you, there would be such a thing as Calci Rust.

Oh, the ramen came to him. Blacksuit Aesthetics began eating in instalments. Say, hey! Me, you're through! Absolutely sure.

I want ramen. I want to grab it in an instalment. I want to rinse the noodles. I want to swallow soup. Why isn't that hope fulfilled? Is this a kind of blasphemy to God? I wonder if the method of breaking through the current state of nothingness is impossible to extract from the brain marrow.