She wasn’t wrong.
Then, one night, she didn’t.
“Your turn to bring coffee. 7 AM. The ugly convenience store on 4th. Don’t be late.” tsugou no yoi exfriend
They had broken the friendship six months ago—not with a fight, but with a quiet, mutual exhaustion. Too many late-night arguments about nothing. Too much history that had curdled into obligation. So they’d agreed, over lukewarm ramen at 2 AM, to stop being friends. She wasn’t wrong
Mari shrugged, scrolling through her phone. “It’s accurate. You’re not my friend anymore, but you’re still useful. You show up when I need a moving box carried, and disappear when I’m having an emotional breakdown in a convenience store parking lot.” Too many late-night arguments about nothing
“You can’t just say that,” he wheezed. “It sounds like a convenience store bento.”