“Where did I put the electric fly swatter...?”

A huge voice boomed through the room.

It had to belong to the giant—the owner of this place.

“I’ve never seen a bug this big before. How did it even get in here?”

A sharp crackling sound filled the air—the unmistakable buzz of electricity.

At the same time, I saw the giant’s face.

‘That’s June…?!’

He was my classmate from school.

June was holding an electric fly swatter.

The snapping sound of electricity was coming from it.

“Huh?”

His head tilted to the side, like something felt off.

I couldn’t say anything.

I couldn’t even think.

Then what he had just said echoed in my head.

He was trying to get rid of a big bug.

It wasn’t hard to figure out the rest.

I was that bug.

June must have mistaken me for an insect and covered me with the mug.

And then the electric swatter…

I stopped myself from thinking any further.

I tightened my stomach and shouted with everything I had.

If I didn’t yell with all my strength, he wouldn’t hear me.

“Wait—!! Stop!!”