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As you may have noticed, a trait I would unrelentingly follow as I write each of the chapters of this wee fanfic of mine, will be the use of an introduction containing around a hundred or two hundred words. As much as my lack of productivity urges me to skip writing an introduction for a chapter, my perfectionist self that is showing possible signs of OCD wouldn't be letting my ass get a good night sleep if I don't.
Now, before snowflakes out there begin fretting about my light joke regarding my mental health, let us proceed on. But, well, I believe I wouldn't be surprised if I were to find out that majority of the people reading is would skip out on the first two paragraphs of every chapter I may write. If you can bear not sparing a glance on a two hundred page mathematics textbook, it isn't unbelievable to think you would do the same to the first two hundred words of a fanfiction.
To be honest, I wouldn't even be bothered if you were to openly admit so. I will literally skip reading through a snake's five-hundred-word long apology letter, especially if I don't give two shits about the person.
A person's interest would vary from the circumstances.
Let us take this for example; if you are to hear someone gushing about Khun Aguero Agnes, as a cultured person, you would of course give all the shit you have and happily simp along. For the uncultured normies who are sleeping on such a handsomely pretty hot blueberry, they wouldn't even bat an eyelash.
This applies as well for the feeling of guilt. The tighter the ropes of remorse suffocates the air out of your lungs, the heavier your care for the matter and person is.
During her way back to the bustling campus of the Sin-ui high school department, she couldn't rid of the odd brew swirling within the pits of her stomach. She hoped it was the crepe she bought in a booth earlier, but somehow, it didn't leave the impression of shit at all. In a way, it did -- talking about it in a less literal perspective.
Who wouldn't feel bad after receiving a scolding from the great Khun Aguero Agnes? If you're a masochist, I guess you would gladly be insulted and spanked by the hottie, but not in this book.
His words bothered her if she were to be honest. Out of the abundance of insults the (h/c) haired teen had received throughout the months with the boy, his earlier outburst weighed much heavier than the heap of empty mockings she kept as bullets from their everyday verbal banters.
