*Grins mischievously, slides him a bottle of sake from underneath his haori while none of the other captains are watching*
Shunsui's heart did a little jig, torn between glee and sheer panic. He clutched the bottle under his haori, the glass clinking faintly against his zanpakuto. His mind raced. Hide it. Drink it. Worship it. But the logistics! The room was packed with captains, half of whom had senses sharper than their blades. Captain Unohana's serene smile was practically a lie detector: Shunsui's usual charm would not get him out of this one if he got caught.
Shunsui shot Isshin a look that was half glare, half adoration. He adjusted his haori, trying to look casual while the bottle pressed against his ribs like an overeager lover. Every time he shifted, it clinked.
















