would brush against each other. Her eyes are a mesmerizing shade of indigo, a perfect endlessness that resembled the night sky.
She doesn’t seem to mind being this close. Though, whether that was because of the alcohol was anyone’s guess.
❝ I do. I want to know. ❞
She doesn’t answer—not because she doesn’t want to, but because she was ruminating on 𝗵𝗼𝘄 to. She’s downed another three shots of saké before she finally musters up the courage to do anything.
She leans in further than she should, close enough that their arms (+)
He blinked in surprise. Ichigo didn’t think she would still be thinking about that — he took another drink before speaking.
“ did you want me to tell you why ..?”
he spoke softly — his scowl soften. As his glare … nonexistent. this is the real Ichigo.
finally slackened, and her stern face softened into a more docile expression.
❝ . . . Did you mean it when you said I was your favorite captain? ❞
It seems she still didn’t get over that—and for good reason. She just simply didn’t expect him of all people to say that.
❝ I told you so. ❞
Her sips are slow, but certain. She lets the alcohol sit on her tongue before completely swallowing, letting its coarseness be savored.
The warm feeling of alcohol in her system finally gets her to loosen up, shoulders that always seemed squared (+)
Her head cranes into the comfort of his hand, relishing the feel of his calloused palms and rough fingers against her skin. The way he speaks softly lulls her—undoes her of all the hesitation and reluctance she might’ve felt in his grasp.
Attentive. Patient. Caring. (+)
“ no .” He hummed lowly , “ I don’t need permission to compliment you .”
his voice soft — as his thumb caressed against her cheek .
“ ah ! Sorry ! That was a bit forward …”
How can one man be so delectably unfair?
❝ You’ve already called me pretty and dared to joke about us being lovers, yet you’re apologizing over holding me a little close? I won’t accept that, Isshin Kurosaki. ❞
She pulls his face closer before their lips meld together, (+)
She didn’t need to wear her captains garb for such a thing.
Slender fingers ease the pristine white fabric of her shoulders, and she unceremoniously tosses it to the vacancy of her desk seat.
She makes her comfortable in the spot next to him, before pouring the first drink.
His request initially gives Soifon pause. She looks at him with raised brows, almost questioning the intent or motives behind his words—but it doesn’t take long for her to realize she was being uptight, as she usually was.
Of course, they were drinking. (+)
She grumbles, but it didn’t have the exasperated bite that an annoyed person would have. It was more akin to a purr; soft and quiet. She knew she was blushing up a storm, and she hated it.
❝ I didn’t give you permission to compliment me, you fool. ❞
he was full on expecting her fist to meet his face ! BUT ..,. quite the opposite , blinking as her hands grabbed his bearded face .
" my ! how kind of you , soifon ... you are pretty , you know . "
calloused hand cupping her chin now !
She quickly turns her back in an effort to hide the blush that dusted her cheeks. Hands that knew that their way around the desk propped open a secret compartment that held a bottle of Daiginjo, accompanied by two ceramic cups no bigger than her palms.
She responded to his question with a pen that was thrown at his head. Whether or not he dodged it didn’t matter to her, she just wanted to shut his mouth.
❝ You can either use the desk chair, or sit at the sofa near the window, you foul mouthed oaf. ❞ (💢)
(+)
Her face is burning an embarrassing shade of scarlet, and it looks like whatever she wants to say is far too shameful to cough up from the depths of her mouth.
❝ —You’re 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦. Happy now? ❞
( 💢💢💢 )
She’s strutting up to him with a brisk heaviness to her gait and a scowl on her face. Just when she looks just about to ready to sock him, her hands instead lay themselves gently against his jawline.
❝ If it’ll get you to shut up . . . ❞
(+)
and yanked him towards the privacy of her office. It was decently spacious and furnished well, and the air was slightly thick with the smell of ink. Judging by the paperwork on her desk, she was here quite a bit.
❝ Make yourself comfortable while I get the bottle. ❞
It was her turn to scoff, and she made sure to sound as ten times more derisive and pompous when she did it. She prided herself on being more mature than the other, but clearly she had her competitive tendencies.
Without saying another word, she grabbed him by the wrist (+)
a scoff ! scowling at the short captain , stepping towards her .
" me a lightweight ? i should be worried about you ..." now his turn to smirk . " can you keep up ?"