Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

When I was being bullied and crying, he walked by and sat down beside me and stood still. I can tell now that you were comforting me. Touching the back of the turtle, oh, you feeling better? And I looked up when I said it. And I laugh needlessly when I spill my throat.

That smile envelops my heart and makes me pound like a hot tub. I think warmth influenced people deep down and unconsciously I was laughing nicely. I wish we were friends. If this kid were human, he'd be used to his best friend. When I realize it, the turtle doesn't look like him. Looking far away, a servant is giving the turtle a hood. And me.

A tortoise that makes a good noise and sticks its face in the container. I kind of feel betrayed. Shall I have lunch, too?