Love.
What a strange, beautiful, annoying thing.
A builder and destroyer of relationships, a creator and destroyers of nations, the driving force for some of the most vile and outrageous actions humanity has ever known.
That same damn thing—Love—had taken over Renji Kenshiro. And he didn't know what to do about it.
Maybe the best move was to deny it. It's not like he could be completely certain; it's not like the emotion displayed itself in front of him on a screen and announced it was love.
He didn't know for sure what it could be. Maybe it was just the good old infatuation, that was it. That could be it.
Phew. Renji wasn't in love with Mrs Hoshizawa, he was just infatuated. Right? He was just… just… just…
'Damn. She's too beautiful.'
He froze. 'Fuck. I might actually be in love for real.'
It looked like it.
Standing there, his mind was a storm that drowned out everything else. Seeing Mrs Hoshizawa there, leaning against the frame with that bright, welcoming smile.
