Udagawa Ryo

The setting sun stretched long shadows across the streets of Karakura Town. On her way home, Yuko stopped to buy some ingredients.

To be honest, she rarely cooked by herself.

But for some reason, she felt the house would be very lively over the next while.

Although she complained about that bunch of idiots, she still had to make some preparations.

But...

She never expected that "the next while" would arrive so soon.

The moment Yuko opened the first-floor door and entered the hall, she saw that the shelf she had placed in the corner to block the underground passage beneath the trench had been shoved aside. It was even slightly damaged, clearly having been violently knocked over before being picked up and propped against the wall.

Yuko went upstairs with a dark expression and opened the door.

"Oh, welcome home from work~"

On the living-room sofa, Kisuke Urahara cheerfully waved his fan at Yuko.

He looked just like a little... No, he wasn't that cute.

He had even brewed tea as if this were his own home. He really didn't treat her like an outsider at all.

Hearing that damned voice the moment she opened the door made Yuko really want to throw this guy out the window.

She looked at the sofa packed with people, the corner of her mouth twitching uncontrollably.

"I'm honestly curious. Are you all really this free every day?"

Why did they bring their entire households every time they came?

Tekka Makizō pushed up his glasses. "To a certain extent, that's not wrong."

Senta folded his arms. "The shop doesn't get much business anyway."

Suzu nodded in agreement with the two of them.

In one corner of the sofa, Soi Fon sat upright with a serious expression. As for why, Yoruichi was curled up