Miori stands at Aoshi's doorstep.
She wears a long, elegant pink dress that flows all the way down to her ankles, while her loose hair is held in place by a gemstone-studded headband.
Seeing her like this, Aoshi can't help but feel as though a princess from a fairy tale has appeared right before him.
"Good evening, Aoshi," she says, her voice sweet as honey.
"G-Good evening, Miori…"
What the hell does she still want from me? Did she come here just to mock me over what Renji did? He already destroyed me physically, and now she's here to finish me off emotionally too? Honestly, knowing her, I wouldn't even be surprised. And to think I once genuinely had feelings for her… God, I'm pathetic.
"If you came here just to mock me, then say whatever you came to say and leave."
"You mean… what that idiot Renji did to you?" Miori murmurs softly as she takes a step closer to him.
"I never gave you permission to come inside."
