After 18 months, I decided to start living alone again, and with the determination "I'm gonna try hard to cook for myself!” a girl appeared before me. Her true identity was, believe it or not, a “former doodle”! I named her “Anko,” and we ate butter rice with seaweed late at night, had picnics in my room, and gorged ourselves on oden with lots of ingredients... If only every day could be like this forever.
(Source: Fusosha, translated)
