When he opened the door to his apartment, the bitterness eased for a moment. Aiko was curled up on his bed, fast asleep. A small smile tugged at his lips. He set the groceries down, walked over, and gently covered her with a blanket.
Then he went to the kitchen, turned on the stove, and began preparing ramen noodles.
Raito was standing in the small kitchen, an apron tied neatly around his waist. He was focused, knife moving quickly as he sliced carrots and other vegetables. The sound of chopping filled the quiet apartment. Soon, the scent of simmering broth and fresh ingredients spread through the air. He dropped the veggies into the pot, stirring gently.
On the bed, Aiko stirred. She blinked slowly, sat up, and rubbed her eyes. Her nose twitched as the smell reached her.
"What's this smell? It's so nice," she murmured, finally noticing him in the kitchen.
Raito glanced over his shoulder, a faint smile on his lips. "Oh, looks like you're awake."
