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FEATURING: SHUNSUI KYORAKU // @twoswordsonecaptain

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We fit together just right, don’t we? 

Jūshirō can’t help the thought that crosses his mind as he and his friend share this warm, strong embrace. There are few people upon whom Jūshirō allows himself to lean - physically, yes, but in other ways, too - and his heart swells with affection when he remembers why Shunsui is one of them. For a brief moment, he allows himself to rest here, upon his own feet but in his friend’s arms. When he pulls away, his smile is soft and bright. “I consider it my duty,” Jūshirō answers cheerily, “to make certain that tonight is even better.” He reaches forward and takes one of Shunsui’s calloused hands in one of his own. “Happy birthday, my dear friend. To many, many happy returns just like this one.” 

He keeps his gaze fixed on Shunsui while he inspects the box of cupcakes, only faltering when he sees that the frosting has all but melted and started bleeding into the thin cardboard that the box is made of. “...they were supposed to be flowers,”  Jūshirō tells his friend, a sheepish grin crossing his face. “If nothing else, I’m sure they’ll still taste they way they’re supposed to...? I think I got the balance right. They’re a touch bitter for my own liking, which means they should appeal to you... I hope...?” 

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Nanao freezes, watching the captain as if the question might rise up and bite her. This is still hard to get used to, even though they're well past first date jitters. She wishes he wouldn't do this in the office too. It runs the risk of them getting found out. She's not ready for that yet.

Taking a second to compose herself and glancing towards the door, Nanao finally looks at her captain and asks.

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There has been a lot of alcohol. They're both laughing. The jokes are dumb, and they keep getting stupider.

"Yeah...."

She's slurring her speech, so the sounds run together like poorly dyed cloth that bleeds in the rain. In fact it makes her laugh more. She sounds ridiculous--but so does he. He may stand chest, head, and shoulders above her, but she has oken. Her very bones make her blood and cause her metabolism to turn over quickly, somewhat like a purification system, that unfortunately makes getting to the sloppy drunk level hard.

But...clearly, Shutara's no quitter. And neither is Shunsui, given the sheer number of bottles lined up empty at the end of the table. They're both here. And why not. It's been a hard war.

Her lips attempt to connect with his and it's awkward. Her practiced poise is lost. Hands that are usually precise scrabble against his shihakusho--and in grazing the threads, she remembers the day it was made. Grabbing the fabric and hoisting herself up, she's straining to reach his lips. For all her effort, she just ends up smearing rouge of her lips over his stubble covered skin...before finally messily sliding up to reach his mouth.

Her own lack of grace makes her laugh again against his lips. But she got there eventually. He doesn't care either way about her image--and that's her favorite thing about him.

Now she's more deliberate, focusing as best as she can through her drunken haze--she kisses again, and she sticks the landing this time. She's nothing if not persistent, and he knows that truth well too.

And now...she laughs some more.

To Shunsui there is nothing worse than being sick.  Even if Szayel insists it’s just a cold it still feels like he is on his deathbed.  Especially when he coughs, his chest rattles and every part of his body *aches*.  Nothing seems to make it go away either and he is trapped here in bed with nothing to do but sleep.  Which under normal circumstances might be enjoyable, but not because he is forced to do so.  

However, the one blessing is that Szayel is here with him and taking care of him.  He needs Szayel far more than rest, or medicine.  He’s sure he’s most likely loudly reminded his husband of this fact more than once in the past few hours.  But he can’t help it, he’s never done well without him, even he is just a short distance away.  

Shunsui leans up towards Szayel’s touch, sighing as he forces himself to sit up in the bed.  He’ll have to in order to have his food.  “Someone should have come up with a cure after all of these years,” he mumbles under his breath.  But he lets Szayel set the tray down.  

Szayel’s cooking is always appetizing, and he’s grateful to have such a loving husband to take care of him.  He can’t smell much, but that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t want the soup.  “I’m sure it’s delicious as always.”  He smiles over to Szayel.  “Hmm, perhaps you’re right and I should trust your advice.”  He’s more than willing to let his love take care of him.  

He coos over his husband who is always overly dramatic.  He wouldn’t have him any other way.  Checking his fever, he reaches for a cloth and wipes away the sweat from its breaking.  

“I know.  The problem is just that it’s a collection of different diseases with the same symptoms.  You’d cure one...and then the 10,000 other ones would still be waiting to pounce.”  He works to get him into a better position for sitting up.  “My poor, poor, dear.  So miserable, even if you do get some time off of working.”

The tray is set up and he even tucks in a cloth napkin to make sure that nothing gets on him.  

“Shall I feed you?” he asks.  “Just because you’re sick doesn’t mean that you should live a lifestyle devoid of romance.”

He spoons up a bit of the soup and begins to bring it to his mouth.

“Did the 12th division ever get back to you on whether or not they could make even stronger sake?”

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Shunsui had ended up in the Land of the Living on a mission, so once the main objective was out of the way it had only made sense that he met up with an old friend. Urahara had been kind enough to offer him a place to stay in the shop while he traveled and Shunsui appreciated the gesture.

Shunsui does enjoy leisurely walks as a way to relax, but he tends to prefer when the rain is not quite so heavy. However, the shopkeeper seems to have an umbrella that is keeping the rain off of him so maybe they can share. “We could venture out for a walk, if you’d be willing to share the umbrella.”

Kisuke’s smile is already pleasant, but there seems to be a genuine brightening of it at the agreeable response. There’s something about being in the presence of the older captain that brings out his boyish good humor—like recognizing like, perhaps.

He shifts, holding the canopy a bit higher and off-center in a jaunty and accommodating manner. “For you, Kyōraku-san? There’s always room under my umbrella. After all, it’s only appropriate to return consideration in kind—“