#muse!hisagi

That was it. He was going to do it. Quit being pathetic and talk to her. Muguruma-taichou's words kept drumming over and over again in his mind's ears and he was determined to prove he wasn't stalling. Even though he frequently was prone to his nerves creating a certain, obvious hesitency m; anxiety getting the better of him. But he had a good idea and a solid plan ready this time.

And there she was.

“Poems. Always a sign of pretentious inner turmoil.“ @ Hisagi, from the Buffy starter prompts!

It's that beautiful, melodious, familiar voice that stirs and rattles his nerves in a way he still can't explain. It's not unwanted, far from it yet even knowing that does nothing to keep his mind and body from initially freezing up for a moment or two but he does recover and he willfully pushes past all of that. Taking a gulp and lifting his gaze to find her. The irony, he could conquer most fears during any battle but she could undo him with the simplest of gentle sighs.

"Uh—"

Come on don't draw a blank, not now.

"Matsumoto-san! I-is that really how you feel?" Shit, that came out badly, she might find it belittling and he'd never want her to see him that way "I mean," he shakes it off and clears his throat, "Plenty of people enjoy poetry and the writing arts from a humble place, it can't always be ego-based, right? Is it pretentiousness? Or, well, I mean, not to argue or anything, because I'm not but isn't it sometimes just self-expression for the sake of self-expression or even self-reflection?"

"oy mister 69, wanna go for a drink?"

"Renji, you calling it a day already?"

Renji'd caught the dark haired soul reaper at a good time, he wasn't in the office and most of his work for the day had already been completed. He'd been outdoors assisting with some training exercises, nothing he felt badly walking away from, they'd already been winding down from the strenuous stuff.

"Muguruma-taicho."

He hadn't meant to be so bold or to hesitate after calling for the man's attention, for that matter, it probably just made it seem worse. And yet, he was still waiting. More or less hoping the guy's reaction was going to be a mild one.

But this was Kensei Muguruma. The gruffest man around this side of the eleventh division.

He honestly didn't want to bother him but there was a nagging question Shuhei couldn't keep from rattling around in his brain, probably since the time Kensei had made his return. It wasn't related to training or work though and the opportunity for idle chatter rarely seemed to come up.

Oh well, while we're at it, why not send another one, right? How Ran feels about Shuuhei (may change later with progress, ofc 🤭): 💖 and 💞 hehe~

💖: Finds them aesthetically attractive.

💞: Feels attracted to them, but can’t work out if it’s platonic, sexual, or romantic attraction they’re feeling.

for Shuuhei; ❛ do you get lost on your own? ❜

He pulls away from his current task at hand, introspective. Carefully searching his thoughts in order to best retrieve words that will sounds organized and considerate, as Hinamori is someone who's time he values just as equally as his own. In his duality, he's a man between intensity and intellect, constantly attempting to balance and navigate through his own inner world and outer actions.

❛ where will you go when it’s over? ❜ ( shuhei )

Sitting there, having recently been treated and bandaged, he shifted his body's weight to stand. The soreness quick to remind him of just how badly he'd lost. The last battle had been severely more than he'd bargained for.