Tsugou No Yoi Exfriend -

“No. But I’m not unhappy in a way that needs fixing. You?”

“Tsugou no yoi exfriend,” she said, handing him the can.

It was just real.

Mari locked her phone. Looked at the ceiling. Thought about the word exfriend —how it was supposed to mean less than , but somehow had become more honest . The next morning, she woke up to a text.

Tsugou no Yoi Exfriend

“You can’t just say that,” he wheezed. “It sounds like a convenience store bento.”

Mari laughed. And for the first time in six months, it wasn’t convenient at all. tsugou no yoi exfriend

He cracked it open. Drank. Smiled a little.