I Got a Mysterious Squishy!

Ding-dong.

The intercom rings.

I open the front door, receive a small box, and stamp the delivery slip. Returning to the living room, I flop down onto the sofa.

I bought it.

I actually bought it.

And I bought it after looking at that underground site.

"Please use with the person you love"

—the true meaning of that phrase.

I don't know if it's actually true. I don't know, but everyone was leaving reviews like that.

Yomi hesitated.

Why am I hesitating when I'm the one who bought it?

The person I love.

That man living next door.

His face suddenly comes to mind. The way he greets me with a wide grin.

Sometimes he gives me advice, and we've even had drinks together just the two of us.

We're close for neighbors, but our relationship hasn't gone beyond that.

I feel guilty for buying something like this.

That thought swirls around in my head.

But before that...

Does it really link up?

A mere squishy, with a human body?

To find out, Yomi pulled the squishy out of the bag.