"She’ll love this," I said, with my gaze fixed on the miniature stuffed cartoon animal on the shelf through the glass window.

　　She was embarrassed and hadn’t expected me to see her in such pyjamas, and she was quick to immediately change into something else, but the moment my eyes landed on her, a wave of joy wafted through my nerves. Only if she knew how much joy it brought me.

　　I hate cartoons, but for some weird reason, I loved ...