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To The Beautiful You

Summary:

You know, all I want is a nice and safe life. Simple, not complicated at all. I'm content with only just me, my two cats, and my junk foods. The only excitement (dreadful) actions in my life is when I actually have to face my Boss when he's in a bad mood.

But no, because Apparently the Gods hate me and decided that getting me reborn as a fucking Cliché trope in a Marvel Universe will satisfy their hate for me.

 

 

Author's Note : I'm not an English speaker, so bear with me or die.

Chapter 1: What Even Is My Life?

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My day started great.

My cats, Momo and Coco is in their good behavior. My coffee tasted great even though they are a day old. I Actually catch the 6.45 train for the first time in Months.

In hindsight, I should have seen it as a freaking sign. Nothing in my life have ever gone that smooth, or great. If I did, then maybe I should have fucking see the psychopath who rode a bike like a freaking demon chasing an old men who beat up kittens in their past life and ran me over just as I was about to walk the crosswalk, never mind the lights are fucking RED.

The last thought that cross my mind while actually flying across the air were me wondering whether I'll go to Heaven or Hell. With my luck, probably Hell..

Goddamit.