It came to her by surprise. When one comes home exhausted from work, one doesn't really expect a large box in the middle of one's living room.
She blinked tiredly at the sight, wondering how it got inside when the mailman usually left it outside or took it back to the post office. Against her more cautious thought – which were very little – she started opening it.
When she caught sight of the young boy curled up inside, she promptly screamed. Her outburst awoke him, and he slowly stood up smiling at her with all the innocence of a little boy.
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"Miku-san? What is love?"
She stopped in the middle of cooking the instant curry, glancing over her shoulder at the curious boy. He lay upside down on the couch, head hanging off the edge. "Why do you ask?"
He sat up to stare at her properly. "Because this book goes on about the 'love' between a man and a woman. Do you 'love' me, Miku-san?"
She paused in her work to stare fully at Len; dear sweet Len who has kept her company, the nicest boy she ever met.
She smiled fondly, a blush on her face as she answered.