Inside the house, Renji was met with the scent of lavender air freshener and chicken soup; Miyu was a food organizer in the Center so it made sense that she knew how to cook.
The first thing his eyes noticed as he walked to the kitchen was a large framed photo of Miyu and Mrs. Hoshizawa, smiling at some charity event.
Renji wondered why she was so obsessed with Hana. To the extent of getting a large framed photo in her living room.
If he guessed that Mrs. Hoshizawa had never even seen it, he'd probably be right.
He entered the kitchen, a compact space with laminate counters scarred from years of use, a small dining table pushed against the wall, and cabinets stocked with mismatched dishes.
One by one, he placed the supplies by the door as the evening sun glowed crimson-orange lights through the windows.
Renji let out a long, frustrated sigh, rolling his shoulders to shake off the ache from lugging the crates.
