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Tagged by: @fenikkusunohisana​

 A smile traces its way to his lips, if only very briefly, and he gives a small sigh, softly shaking his head.    “---You don’t recall? Even the face of your own brother?... That’s a little disconcerting; perhaps you’ve hit your head harder than I first thought,” he muses aloud, and then glances back to her, as his hand subtly replaces his bookmark back into the pages of his book again. “How are you feeling? Do you need to lie down? Maybe after a sip of cool water, you’ll remember...”

Brow furrowed in confusion, Rukia touched her forehead with her fingertips. There was a slight vibration in the air around her, fading fast as she watched the taller man close his book. Violet eyes studied his features, the faint sound of recognition in her mind. She knew she had seen this face before the memories she was reaching for eluded her grasp like smoke. 

“My brother?” She repeated with hesitation, feeling a pressure in the back of her mind before it overwhelmed her. Suddenly, memories of growing up in the Rukongai came unbidden to her mind, the images of her friends, of Renji and... her older brother. He’d lived on the streets with her, helping to protect her. He had been there when she graduated the academy, celebrating her acceptance into squad 13. His face weaved throughout her memory, replacing any memory of anyone wearing a kenseikan or titles of nobility. 

Her head did ache slightly. Perhaps she had just fallen and it rattled her more than she thought? Of course, she remembered her only sibling. She opened her eyes, smiling softly. 

“Ah forgive me, Ni-sama. I don’t know what came over me just now. Of course, I know you. How could I ever forget you?” 

tagged by @bleachintothemultiverse​ (thank you love!)

Rukia’s eyes widened as she opened the box, already feeling the weight of the gift inside. She pulled out the chappy plush and hugged it to herself for a moment before clearing her throat, remembering her decorum in front of her brother. She set the plush down and realized there was something else inside the box. Slowly, Rukia pulled out the necklace, watching it catch the light and sparkle. Her initials carved delicately into the center of the snowflake was breathtaking. 

Rukia frowned, murmuring a kido and waving her hand to dispel the snowball. “Grimmjow, I will win.” She allowed her reiatsu to swirl a bit around her, reaching down to making her own snowball and secretly making two. She threw the first, which she knew he’d seen coming but followed it up with a second that curved slightly to surprise him.

“What does a ‘simp’ even mean?”