I Became the Cute One in the Troubleshooter Squad

I preferred plain, traditional pizzas over the ones overloaded with extravagant toppings.

Combination, pepperoni, classic cheese—simple but fundamentally solid choices.

After all, pizza at its core was a three-part harmony of dough, tomato sauce, and cheese.

Piling on unnecessary, overpriced toppings only distracted from its essence.

‘Well... I wouldn’t refuse an expensive pizza if someone else paid for it.’

Of course, that didn’t mean I hated fancy pizzas.

I just had a personal preference, but even pricey ones had their own unique appeal.

Steak, chicken, seafood—even pineapple—

As long as it wasn’t something horrifying like chocolate, I wasn’t picky.

I mean, it’s not like I was the type to stubbornly refuse food just because it wasn’t my absolute favorite.

But—

Despite munching on my beloved combination pizza, I wasn’t enjoying it at all.