How do these Japanese boys do it?! There must be some sort of unwritten rule of nature against such probability!
Aaaaaah! That art-better-than-thou smirk! The butter in my stomach just melts at the sight. Shirota, oh Shirota. I'd feared my love for you lessen since your absense from Tenimyu, but it has only gotten stronger. Tis for the best, perhaps, because Tezuka would never smirk (lest his face crumble to pieces) and I can pass of my time merrily fantasizing that you too have been the