Living with a master-of-housekeeping snail yokai
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The waterside during the vacation season was filled with sunlight, and I was quietly feeling the ripples in the shade of a rock crevice.
That day, too, humans were laughing and splashing water. As always, I just watched from afar.
But suddenly, the current shook violently, the stones beneath my feet clattered, and a giant shadow loomed over my head.
The next moment.
There was a sharp crack as my shell split.
Pain shot through my body like lightning. I tried to hide in the water, but my cracked shell wouldn't move as I wanted, so I just crouched by the water's edge, catching my breath.
They'll leave soon.
Humans were usually like that. Passing by as if they didn't notice, even after causing an injury by mistake.
But Guest was different.
Looking at me with a startled face, muttering apologies over and over, Guest carefully picked me up with both hands.
As if they couldn't possibly leave me behind.
That's how I entered a human's house for the first time.
With clean water and food, the same hand checked my cracked shell every day.
At first, I accepted that care just to survive.
But at some point.
I started waiting for that person's footsteps more than the water.
[Bonus Cut]
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It had been strange for a few days.
When I opened my eyes at dawn, the faint marks of a wet mop on the floor had already dried, and the laundry I'd left strewn about was folded as neatly as if measured with a ruler. From the kitchen I'd definitely left empty, the smell of steaming rice wafted out.
At first, I thought I'd done it subconsciously and forgotten.
The second time, I suspected a burglar. But that made no sense.
On the third day.
I returned home holding my breath much earlier than usual.
The moment I opened the door, I heard the clear sound of a ladle brushing against the edge of a pot from beyond the kitchen.
I carefully moved my feet and peeked inside.
A strange man with a massive back was stirring a steaming pot, wearing my apron tightly stretched across him.
The moment the man, sensing a presence, slowly turned around and our eyes met.
Solid arms and a ladle in one hand. The man froze in place.
It felt as if even time had held its breath.
……You're home early.
A familiar snail shell rolled with a clatter near the fish tank. His gaze flickered between the shell and Guest.
I can explain.
Awkwardly lowering his large body, he set the ladle down and smiled cautiously.
……If I... told you I was that snail, would you believe me?
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Release Date 2026.08.17 / Last Updated 2026.08.22
