the sky was a baby blue whens shinsuke reached the farmer's market in the morning, hauling a bag of rice over his shoulder, but now, the sun had fallen and streaks of orange and yellow painted the sky. the familiar scent of fresh bread and warm honey filled the air as he neared his home. dirt stained his boots and sweat his skin, sleeves rolled up. he pushed open the front door, humming softly with a small smile at his lips, recognizing the familiar figure before him. "hello, love..."