#10thmay2020

..... at least he has a good lieutenant who will help him through it sajfahskjdhfkahsdf

@hirako5hinji​ | AKA Happy Birthday Shinji

The morning of his birthday, she had decided to wake up early. She had kissed his stupid forehead – and promised herself that this day she wouldn’t call him stupid – before padding over to get clean and start prepping for the day ahead. Hiyori had spent many birthdays beside Shinji. A lot of them with the vizard and all their lively cheer often made it a joyous occasion. The motley group had such little to celebrate in their lives, that any birthday or occasion was welcomed with as much pomp and splendour as they could manage in their shabby warehouse.

And this year would be no different. She wanted to make sure that Love, Hachi, Lisa, Mashiro, Kensei and Rose would be able to join them for the occasion – which was still possible even now that everyone had gone their separate ways. There had never been a birthday that any member of their group had spent alone.

Hiyori already spied a few letters and gifts pushed through the door for the fifth division captain and set them to one side on one of the chabudai that were not occupied by paperwork. She sniffed, picking up a rose-scented birthday message and rolled her eyes.

“Fuckin’ mr. popular over here,” she griped, pushing that letter right at the bottom of the pile of well-wishers. But… to see Shinji so… loved again, not just by the vizard, it warmed her cold little heart.

Shinji deserved all the well-wishes he got. He deserved his popularity. Mr. Nice Guy… he made people feel happy. And today was the day to make him happy. To be grateful that he existed at the same time as her.

She kneeled beside the chabudai and scrawled on her own little bunch of post-it notes that Kisuke had sold her. Apparently the Chappy edition was extremely popular, so she had lots of post-it notes with adorable little rabbits decorating the borders.

She started writing her first message, naturally, it started with a happy little message about how she felt. Oi, baldy…

and left it upon the pillow beside his bed. On the reverse side of the post-it, she had wrote: uoy evol I.

And then, came the post-it she stuck to the mirror of the bathroom, so that as soon as he started performing his morning ablutions, he would just be greeted by this message:

On the reverse side of the post-it, she had wrote: uoy evol I.

This mini-series of little post-it notes continued through his house, from the coffee cup she had set out for him, as well as the chabudai where she had settled his presents and a tray of breakfast foods as well as his sekihan. Always, on the reverse side of the note were the words: uoy evol i.

Finally, he was awake and had got partially ready for the day. She sat across from him, a soft smile on her face and pushed his usual birthday rice to him (full of azuki beans in the little bowl) and urged him to finish it all up for the day ahead.

This tradition wasn’t at all different from the usual. Except that it was missing her loud family members. Even so… to have Shinji this early in the day just to herself alone felt like a privilege.

“Have a good day, baldy… and uhh, yer packed for the holiday, right?”

It was a weeklong cruise that she had purchased several months ago and okayed with him in terms of taking time off. Don’t be ridiculous, she wasn’t hoping to steal him away from Soul Society again… ( :

But she would let him enjoy the day ahead. Let him be adored by everyone. 

Even by her, in not so many words as she held his hand and brought his knuckles to her lips.

“Happy birthday, Shinji.”

That’s because he never had Toshiro in his life. #Enjoy C’:

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          He easily caught the present single-handedly before it could hit his face. The gift seemed to be rather clumsily, hastily wrapped, but the thought of his fellow captain making the effort all the same warmed him straight down to the cockles of his heart. Grinning, Shinji curiously shook the package; it felt heavy - could it be a paperweight? 

          Tearing open the present at last, the blond was pleasantly surprised to see the jazz-themed mug. His face lit up with pleasure as he admired his new cup, turning it this way and that beneath the light. He especially liked the saxophone-shaped handle, very sexy.

 “Happy birthday, captain” Aizen said as he placed a gift box full of expensive human hair products, and some human gadgets. that Hiyori suggested he would like, down on shinji’s desk before resting his hands behind his back loosely . //Pendulum verse //.

          He received the package curiously, first glancing between Sousuke and the neatly wrapped item, before slowly undoing the furoshiki and lifting the enameled box cover to reveal a whole assortment of hair care products as well as some amusing living world toys and curios. Shinji poked at the items with fascination. He did enjoy exploring fresh new playthings and trinkets from the human world, and briefly wondered how Aizen had come to learn about his little side hobby...

"Happy birthday, Hirako~" Its a bubble tea. A REAL bubble tea.

          He gazed down bemusedly at the cup filled with the...bubble tea. Literally bubbling. It was as if there was a little creature hidden at the bottom of the ceramic mug, farting prolifically away in order to cause a mass eruption of displaced air. Shinji blinked slowly, not quite sure what to make of this concoction with the many little iridescent bubbles floating every which where. 

Shinji had an obvious love for jazz. Thankfully, today day was meant for gift-giving. Upon the vizard's desk was a customized turntable, one clad in gold emblems matching the hypnotic-circular guard of the Vizard's unique zanpakutō when released in shikai, the plating itself - a deep-amethyst. Upon it, a removable and elegant horn intended to amplify sound. It was a hybrid device; one of origin and newer-age meeting by way of producing divine-level tunes. For Shinji, only the best from the orb.

          Shinji’s eyes immediately lit up with surprise and recognition the moment he saw the impressive item sitting on his desk. Excitement promptly encompassed the blond, and in an instant, he was almost childlike with wonder and joy. Striding over quickly to the record player, he slowly circled the table once, and then twice more, admiring the heavily customized device. What a sleek, stylistic design; the classic burnished gold plated parts, from the tonearm to the control dials and the speed selector - the body casing plated in antique bronze, beautifully setting off the deep purple hue of the platter, so dark it was almost black. 

          He had never seen a gramophone/turntable hybrid made quite like this before, certainly nowhere to be found in the market. Shinji whistled and started tinkering with the parts, deft, curious fingers playing with the speed selector, the pitch control, toying with the adaptor and taking a closer look at the stylus-

          The grinning blond finally lifted his gaze from the music player to Hougyoku. “ This is for me, right? ” he asked, just to confirm. If possible, his grin grew even wider, an impressed whistle escaping him. “ I don’t know where or how ya got this, but color me absolutely delighted. ” He could not wait to test out the acoustics, but something told him that it was going to blow his mind.