𝔇𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥'𝔰 𝔖𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤

            “i don’t need help, it’s just a scratch anyway. it’s not as if i’m going to die from it.” yes, she was relatively fine, but if that bleeding kept up it could turn fatal. simply because of where the wound was. she’d have to stop the bleeding. but surely, she could do so herself.

            “and here i thought that it was just water running down the side of my face.” she may be wounded, but, the blunt sarcasm has not left nor has her glare at the orange hair that insisted on not only telling her she was bleeding, but also had the audacity to clean it up. really, was it so much to ask that no one touch her unless given permission? the boy had better be glad that he was needed or she really would have killed him just then. “kurosaki... hurry it up. i’m not particularly fond of you touching me but i know telling you to stop will only make you persist in doing so.”

            “correct me if i’m wrong, but, i don’t recall giving you permission to touch me.” never mind that she’s bleeding from an almost severed arm. or that he was being nice enough to actually try and stop the bleeding or administering kido to keep her from losing said arm. while she was, slightly, grateful, there were boundaries. and this was grounds for most people being hit twice with her suzumebachi. she was not fond of being touched without permission. but she would let it pass, for now.

             buildings lay in ruin after the battle for the seireitei with the quincies. but they were alive and that was all that mattered. with how many casualties they had suffered, she was grateful for the quiet that filled the area. it allowed time to mourn those that were lost. what she wasn’t expecting, however, was for someone to join her on her walk through the seireitei. and for that someone to be lady yoruichi of all people.