Prologue: The Language of Flowers is Eternal Happiness
“I’m Komori Tsubasa, nothing much to speak of, sixteen years old.”
While I don’t have anything I could particularly call a “strong point,” I’ve recently become aware of two distinct flaws.
The first is that [I am not liked by children].
Since I myself technically fall into the category of a child (a dependent) in the broader sense, let’s rephrase that to make it clearer: [Little brats don’t like me]. If I were a side dish at dinner, I’d be oden. If I were to appear on … Read the rest