Delivery
As I walked toward the front door, I was vaguely pondering.
Have I bought anything recently?
I often use online shopping sites to buy cleaning supplies. Generally, I prefer going to stores in person to check the feel of things before buying, but sometimes the stores don’t have what I need to satisfy my desires, so I have no choice but to rely on online sites.
Lately, though, I haven’t used any online shopping sites since I’ve already bought everything I wanted.
No matter how much I racked my brain, I couldn’t recall doing anything that would result in a delivery.
“Delivery!”
“Thank you.”
I received the package, signed for it, and the delivery guy left.
At the doorstep, after the young man was gone, I checked the sender’s name on the package.
“Ugh.”
I let out a slightly displeased sound.
The sender of this package was…
This is going to be a hassle.
I scratched my head.
How am I going to explain this to Hayashi?
That’s what I was thinking about.
“Who’s it from?”
But my scheming was cut short before it even began, thanks to Hayashi, who had snuck up behind me.
Ignoring the small yelp I let out, Hayashi narrowed her eyes and stared at the cardboard box.
“…Yamamoto Ikue?”
Hayashi muttered, her face still clouded with suspicion.
“…That’s my mom.”
“So, it’s from your parents’ house?”
“Yeah, that’s right.”
“…For now, instead of standing at the door forever, why don’t you open it?”
“Good idea.”
Carrying the cardboard box, we moved to the living room.
I grabbed a utility knife and cut open the tape on the box.
Inside were instant foods and rice.
On top was an envelope.
“Looks like a care package.”
Hayashi said.
“Yeah, it does.”
“Nice parents you’ve got.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“What’s in the envelope?”
“…Looks like a letter.”
I skimmed through the letter.
To sum it up, my mom was worried about me and sent this care package.
“Nice parents, huh?”
“…Yeah, I guess.”
“My family never sent me a single care package. Oh, but is this your first one too?”
“Yeah, it is.”
“…Hey, Yamamoto, you’ve been acting kind of weird since earlier, haven’t you?”
She hit the nail on the head.
My body swayed from the sudden nerves.
“W-What do you mean?”
“Wow, that’s an obvious reaction.”
Hayashi’s gaze turned suspicious.
Feeling uneasy, I averted my eyes from her.
“…Come to think of it, do you even go back to your parents’ house?”
Hayashi said.
“Even for that wedding the other day, you left from this place. Now that I think about it, you haven’t gone back at all, have you?”
“…That’s not true.”
“Then when was the last time you went home?”
“…March this year.”
“That was before you moved to the city! Why are you casually saying something so lame?”
“It’s not a big deal, okay? So what if I haven’t gone back home for a bit?”
“For most people, maybe it’s fine, but didn’t you lecture me about going back to my parents’ house?”
“Your situation and mine are different.”
Hayashi had been a victim of domestic violence, suffering both physically and emotionally, and had been disowned by her parents because of her ex-boyfriend.
That’s why she needed to go back home at least once.
But I haven’t been disowned, and I don’t have any particular reason to go back to my parents’ house.
“…Just make sure to call them later and say thank you.”
“Got it.”
Relieved that Hayashi had backed off for now, I let out a sigh.
We’ve surpassed 100 chapters! Thanks to all your support. Thank you always.
And I skipped a day. That’s like brushing off all your encouragement. I’m always sorry.
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