Story About Buying My Classmate Once A Week

Shiori-chan is not in the habit of giving names.

Therefore, neither I, a stuffed black cat, nor Crocodile-san, a tissue cover, have a name. But Shiori-chan sleeps with me every night and sometimes kisses me, so even without a name, I am happy and enjoy every day.

I would like to stay with Shiori-chan forever, but I am not without complaints.

Lunches are bit boring because Shiori-chan goes to a place called Daigaku, so I am left alone with Crocodile-san and has to take care of the books on the bookshelf. I want Shiori-chan to come back soon, but even if she comes back soon, it will be even more boring when Sendai-san comes to our room.

Because, when Shiori-chan is with Sendai-san, she doesn’t talk to me anymore.

However, since Sendai-san is the one who brought me to Shiori-chan, I allow her to talk with her and kiss her.

Yes, however,

I wish Shiori-chan would talk to me even if Sendai-san is there.

It would make it less boring, but Shiori-chan won’t do it.

Human beings are difficult.

There are so many things I don’t understand.

I look at Sendai-san from the bookshelf.

Sendai-san, who has longer, slightly browner, and more stylish hair than Shiori-chan, is standing next to Shiori-chan today. Then, happily, she talks to Shiori-chan, who seems to be in a bad mood.

Shiori-chan is always like that.

When she is with Sendai-san, she is a little grumpy and doesn’t talk much. But she have been kissed a lot by Sendai-san and I have been kissed a lot by Sendai-san.

I am not sure if they are good friends or not.

It’s really difficult to be a human being.