The True Feelings of a Tsundere Are Showing

0. Maybe

Lee Si-woo.

A very ordinary name, if ordinary.

A name that appears so often in novels that you might be mistaken for having seen it somewhere.

And a name that is also my name.

Of course, that doesn’t mean I have any complaints.

I can’t be dissatisfied with the name my parents gave me.

Should I just say that I think about it from time to time?

Perhaps, the place where I am standing right now is in the middle of a novel.

Perhaps, the people and landscapes I’m looking at now are just ideas created by someone else.

I thought I would have nothing to say if I asked if I couldn’t cure my middle school two after turning 20.

Even if I think about it, I’m thinking of thinking of young children of that age.

But, even so.

I couldn’t help but think of something similar today.

“Lee Siu! Did you oversleep while playing games again?!”

[Siwoo wakes up late today too… Aren’t you sick somewhere?]

Perhaps this absurd situation happened because I was a character in the novel. Do.

“······Sorry, I’m a little late today.”

“If you’re sorry, move quickly from next time. It’s not even a day or two that I’ve waited like this.”

“····.”

“Okay? Answer me if you know.”

“Yes.”

“Okay, that’s it.”

[You wouldn’t be offended if I said this, right? I’m sorry, Siwoo.]

Otherwise, this typical La Novel-like situation would not only happen to me.

“I’ll be careful next time.”

“Heh, answer well. Keep your promise.”

“Yeah, sorry.”

[Siwoo apologized to me. Actually, I wasn’t particularly angry…]

[What should I say, I’m not angry right now?]

It was difficult to judge whether this was a good thing or not.

At some point, I started to see the inner feelings of my childhood friend.