Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

As a little fat guy, I'm sure I have a feeling I'm losing my body fat rate to pigs. Thinking about it makes me angry. I want to banish this spinelessness of heart somewhere.

By analogy, this shop has the perfect expression of a light in pitch black. Even if you don't look at it all the time, there are hints of humane signs propagating.

It's not all I can see with my eyes. Something you don't quite understand, something that doesn't make sense. Something that says the value might be asleep.

A slightly moving waitress. That's why you're so skinny, I'm sure. If I work here part-time, I feel like I might faint because of my intense duties.