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Visiting the barracks of the 4th division wasn't something Miyuki would do often until as of recently. Once the dust had settled after Aizen's betrayal and everything slowly starter returning to how it used to be, the lieutenant of the 7th division had found herself visiting it more often than she used to before, mainly because of Hinamori. Though the two have never been particularly close, there was somehow an unspoken guilt in her heart. Momo too was a victim of Aizen but her fate was... much worse. For now as far as Miyuki knew, Momo stayed unconscious while other shinigamis would tend to her wounds, slowly recovering. Entering the room Momo was resting in, Miyuki's irises found themselves drawn to a shinigami male, curiosity gleaming in their depths.

❝ How is she doing? ❞

As often the case, the taller man didn't look up from the perplexing case before him. Most people outside the immediate people he worked with and the head captain, never realized he was blind with the way he moved about. He ran his fingers over the raised bumps on the paper that detailed the injuries and afflictions to the smaller soul before him. It troubled him that it seemed her once bright, peach colored reiatsu was stained with the deep royal purple of the former captain's shikai. This may not have been diagnosed by his superiors, but he also had an ability that most didn't.

The sound of another in the room slightly startled him as he looked over at the golden aura of the 7th division's lieutenant, something that always gave him difficulty looking at due to the resonance with almost all other reishi around her. He gave her a soft bow, with a very gentle and warm smile.

"Kurobane-fukutaichou, welcome. Apologies for not saying anything when you came in." He said as he stood back up, still with eyes perpetually closed. He tried to keep composure, though it was difficult when he was caught off guard by visitors. "Momo-fukutaichou will physically recover in time. As for any emotional or mental damage from the battles and betrayal, those won't be able to be found until she's strong enough to stay out of sedation. I promise that we are giving the best care we possibly can, but one of the few things we don't want to do is rush treatment. Especially since it's unsure how she will react once she's awake."

He looked back toward the tiny soul and tried to keep everything as vague for her privacy as he could. He moved out of the way as he offered the woman a chair. "Would you like to sit Kurobane-fukutaichou? I was actually getting the updated report together for Unohana-taichou.

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He chuckled at the smaller hue of pink, watching the fluctuations in her reiatsu as she cycled through her thoughts. Though he had affection for her, he always kept it guarded and buried. He felt like a woman of her station would never have the time to deal with a lower ranked cripple like him, but his question posed multiple outcomes. He looked out towards some of the bustling walk ways of the seireitei, contemplating her question.

"I believe that there's no such thing as a true happy ending. But more along the lines of we get what we work towards." He smiled as he took out his pipe, tapping the ash and dust out with the side of his shoulder. He knew how many people looked down on his use of a pipe, but he used it to keep his temperament in check.

He placed the pouch of tobacco in his hand as he used it to skillfully fill his pipe. He turned away from Momo to give her space from the vice incase she didn't like the smoke. He took his fingers and struck an arc between them, lighting the tobacco. He took in some smoke as he thought to pose a question for her.

"What would be your happy ending?" He said as he breathe the large plume of smoke out and away from her.

╰・ BREATH BETWEEN HOPE & FEAR ♡ . / open.⁀⋆.ᡣ𐭩 ִ ˚ ↬ character selection : momo hinamori ⋆.˚ sender: @roaringxthunder ; "Do we ever get happy endings?" The giant said as he sat beside the much smaller lieutenant, constantly adjusting his haori to keep it on what little shoulder remained after the invasion.

                                                                 ❛       happy endings?      ❜      was all she could say from her tone that posthaste to the accident with aizen & toshiro. even if it's been awhile ago but hinamori still feel it , remember it all what happened during the winter war & before. it was something she could never forget , every pain , every tear , every wound — was more like an nightmare that was coursing itself through her veins when she worked so hard to get over those days. with him asking her that just brought those painful memories back. but this moment she pushing herself to erase it all. although , does she believe there's an happy ending to all that?

she used to believe there was , but now she wasn't sure. war after war, death's , injuries , betrayals. it was hard for the fifth lieutenant to believe there truly is one. tranquility was hard to come by. but her chocolate hues would just stay as sharp, not even flinching as she didn't have much of answer to give to keitaro. though she needed to give some kind of answer so she decided to stand, taking a few steps & hold her hands behind her back.

 ❛             i used to believe there was a happy ending but im not sure.       ❜ she manage to admit as she was keeping herself shielded before she would glance to him , wondering what his theory was on it. does he think the same ? or was it an complete opposite of it ? he did ask the question afterall but she willing to hear his opinion on it.  ❛       do you believe there is one?      ❜      

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"Want to join me for Takoyaki and some Sake? That way we can enjoy each other's company?"

"What a brave thing to do.. Your sacrifice should be rewarded"

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"And married you so that no one else has to deal with it."

"And it's so horrible you keep coming back.."

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"In other words, what I deal with almost every night."

"Trying on mini skirts and throwing my ass back in front of a mirror to see what other people see when I got three redbull vodkas in me"

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He smiled as he looked towards the soft blue reiatsu, listening to the soft chirps and coos of the dove sitting on his shoulder. He loved that Chii tried to be his eyes at times, though there are other positives to having her. He gave a slight bow to the beautiful woman before him.

"You're very welcome, I'm happy to plan things for you." He said with a soft smile as he looked towards the dove. "If you would like, Chi can carry our things. Afterwards, I can make sure that she gives us some privacy." He said as the dove flew up from his shoulder, swooping behind him. The bird didn't appear, but a tiny woman came from the other side. Her tanned skin was contrasted by the white feathers woven into her brown hair. She bowed respectfully towards the much taller woman as she stood back up.

"Hello Kotetsu-sama, I don't believe we've been introduced. I'm Chidori, Master's Zanpaktou. May I take your bag?" She said as she stood back up and offered her hands out.

"Well I guess the secret of how my reports get transcribed is out now." He said with a nervous laugh

Even though an appointment had been made and her caller was expected, Isane was still startled by the knock to the doors of her quarters. She did not generally have visitors unless there was a dire medical situation or one of the other captains and lieutenants had wanted a word off the record. For a moment, she feared there was an accident the healers on duty could not handle. But she quelled her initial anxiety when there were no frantic calls of 'Captain', no urgent rattling of both the engawa doors and the main door leading to the corridor, no Matron letting herself in to fetch her, and no Kiyone barrelling in with a breathless report of what was wrong. Slipping a bookmark into the medical journal she had been reading and shutting it, she self-consciously smoothed down her hair and checked that the bag on the side of the chaise longue had everything she needed in case of the weather turning or an emergency.

"Please give me a moment," she called out, rising from her seat, adjusting the front of the red and white kenjogara Nagoya obi over her discreetly patterned violet komon kimono, and pulling on a light haori for warmth. Hoping that these few seconds were enough for her nerves and flush to settle, she picked up her bag and pottered to the main door. It was slid open with a shy nod of the head as she slipped into her zori. "Thank you for taking the time to plan this, Keitaro-san."

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//I need to do more on here. So like this for a fresh starter.

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Moonlit Walk (Closed rp with @reservedcloud)

He blushed as he felt the different fabric of his more casual kimono, something that very rarely had been worn. He figured that the darker blues of the outfit would help show a semblance of normalcy compared to his normal uniform. The small dove chirped on his shoulder as he looked over.

"I know I shouldn't be this nervous." He spoke with the bird, as if it understood the speech. It was a habit that had garnered some strange looks among the ranks of even his closer subordinates within the Yonbantai. The small spirt gave as playful of a look as a dove could as she chirped back.

"No need for the cheeky sass, just remember to go rest when I tell you to." He said as he set the basket of food on the ground, reaching back up with the same hand to knock. He cursed himself for not making Chidori take her shinigami form to help carry things for him.

"Kotes-, Isane-san....I'm here for the dinner I promised you." He said as he felt a long thought lost warmth creep up to his cheeks. It had been a long time since he'd felt this way about doing any private activity with anyone. He'd have to practice saying her name later, not being used to conversing with her in more than a work capacity.

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"Of course." He calmly states to the much smaller hashira. "I had one of the servants accompany me to pick it out for you. I had heard that your old one was damaged fighting a demon."

He gave her a soft smile as he gently placed his hand on her hair, much like he had done with the Kamado siblings during his interactions with them. For a blind man, he regarded touching people as a fairly intimate or compassionate act. Something he wasn't sure if the love hashira understood about him.

"All I want is to make sure you are taken care of as I'm sure anyone would."

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