Scared Fuyu
“Yeah, they’re not here anymore,” I muttered to myself when I returned inside the house and went straight to Miwa-nee’s room.
The bed where they were just sleeping earlier was already tidied up. There’s still Miwa-nee’s lingering scent though. Well, even as a pervert, I wouldn’t suddenly lean down and sniff all of it. I still have her taste in my mouth, after all.
I sat down at the side of the bed and scanned the whole room. There’s nothing much to see but it certainly was different now that this wouldn’t be occupied by the mother and son for a month at most.
Obviously, the closet was still filled with their clothes – or half-filled with them. They would return. My mother only took some of Minoru’s clothes and Miwa-nee just filled enough for her to change into in the following days.