ZANPAKUTO + HOTSPRING

(where the world is quiet, the memories are loud, and love still lingers in the dark.)

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

“You said time would heal it, but it’s been months and I still can’t breathe without you.”

“Your side of the bed’s cold again — I stopped pretending you’d come back.”

“I thought deleting your number would help. It didn’t.”

“Every love song sounds like a eulogy now.”

“I keep running into pieces of you in places I thought I’d forgotten.”

“You were supposed to stay. Why does everyone I love always leave?”

“The worst part isn’t losing you — it’s learning to live like I never had you.”

“You still haunt this place, even though you were never a ghost.”

𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒, 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐒

“It’s 3AM again, and I’m still talking to the ceiling like it can answer me.”

“You ever miss someone so much it makes you sick?”

“Sleep doesn’t come easy when every dream ends with your name.”

“I’ve been counting the hours since you left — I stopped at a thousand.”

“There’s a bottle on the counter and your voice in my head. Guess it’s just another night.”

“If I stay awake, I don’t have to dream about you.”

“You promised me forever, and I can’t even get five hours of peace.”

“I forgot what silence sounded like before you left.”

𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄

“Sometimes I still reach for you before I remember you’re gone.”

“You should’ve seen how beautiful the sunrise was. You used to love that.”

“Do you think of me, or did I disappear the moment I walked away?”

“I can’t tell if I miss you, or the person I was when you loved me.”

“We were supposed to grow old together. Now I just feel old.”

“I found the letter you never sent. It hurts more now than it would have then.”

“You’re the echo that won’t fade.”

“Every time I close my eyes, I see the moment you stopped loving me.”

𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄, 𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐄, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒

“Another night, another cup of coffee that tastes like regret.”

“The city feels different at night — lonelier, somehow.”

“If you’re going to break my heart, at least stay long enough to see it happen.”

“You can’t fix me with late-night words and morning apologies.”

“I keep rewriting the last thing I should’ve said to you.”

“It’s funny — I still set two mugs out of habit.”

“Every conversation feels half-finished without you.”

“The streetlight outside keeps flickering — like it’s trying to remind me I’m not alone.”

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊

“I didn’t stop loving you. I just stopped believing it mattered.”

“I thought I could hate you. Turns out, I can only miss you.”

“I keep your message unread so I can pretend you still care.”

“Every time I try to move on, I find your ghost waiting for me.”

“I wish I could forget the way you said my name.”

“You broke my heart gently — like you thought it would hurt less that way.”

“It’s easier to forgive you than to stop loving you.”

“Do you ever lie awake wondering if we could’ve saved it?”

𝐈𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊

“If you’re listening, I’m still here — same room, same pain.”

“The night’s too quiet. It knows what I’ve lost.”

“Some part of me still hopes you’ll knock on the door.”

“Maybe I was the problem all along.”

“The stars don’t shine the same since you left.”

“I told myself I was over you, but the dark doesn’t believe me.”

“You were the calm before every storm I’ve had since.”

“Even the moon looks tired of watching me grieve.”

for gentle muses, cozy threads, wholesome chaos, and quiet affection

☕ — “i made you something warm. sit with me?”

🧸 — “you can hold my hand… if you want.”

🌸 — “you look tired. come here.”

🤍 — “your smile is my favourite thing.”

🛏️ — “you fell asleep on me again. it’s fine. stay.”

💞 — “i saved you the last piece.”

🍰 — “you deserve something sweet.”

🎀 — “you look cute today. dangerously cute.”

🤲 — “may i touch your face?”

🌷 — “you brought me flowers… why?”

🫂 — “you hugged me like you needed it.”

🌙 — “stay until the moon rises. or longer.”

💐 — “you kept this? all this time?”

☁️ — “you’re soft. i like soft.”

(steel meets skin, laughter turns to breathless stillness)

Training Grounds & Bruised Pride

❛ You’re getting better… but not good enough to beat me. ❜

❛ That swing would’ve taken my head off if you weren’t distracted staring at me. ❜

❛ You call that a punch? Try again. Harder. ❜

❛ Careful—if you keep touching me like that, I’ll forget this is just training. ❜

❛ You’re supposed to disarm me, not pin me down. ❜

❛ If you wanted to get me on the ground, there are easier ways. ❜

❛ Oh, so now you’re blushing? Didn’t expect that from you. ❜

❛ Don’t hold back just because I’m close. Hit me. ❜

❛ You like this too much to call it practice. ❜

❛ You’re bleeding. …and you’re smiling about it? ❜

Clash & Proximity

❛ Stop moving—if you do, I’ll let you go. Maybe. ❜

❛ You’re enjoying this way more than you should. ❜

❛ I could feel your heartbeat when I had you pinned. ❜

❛ You’re supposed to block, not get distracted every time I breathe. ❜

❛ Funny how you only get serious when I get close. ❜

❛ Is this still a fight, or are we pretending it is? ❜

❛ If you wanted to touch me, you could’ve just asked. ❜

❛ That smirk’s going to get you in trouble. ❜

❛ You’re trembling. Adrenaline or something else? ❜

❛ You’ve got a death wish standing that close. Or maybe just a bad idea. ❜

Verbal Sparring & Tension

❛ What’s wrong—afraid I’ll beat you? Or that I won’t stop when I do? ❜

❛ Keep taunting me and I might forget to pull my punches. ❜

❛ You talk too much. Let’s see if I can change that. ❜

❛ Didn’t realize arrogance was one of your fighting styles. ❜

❛ Don’t act so calm—you’re shaking. I can feel it. ❜

❛ You like pushing me, don’t you? ❜

❛ Admit it—you only challenged me so you’d have an excuse to touch me. ❜

❛ I thought you were dangerous. Turns out you’re just distracting. ❜

❛ You keep saying this is training, but you keep looking at my mouth. ❜

❛ Try again. And stop pretending you don’t want to. ❜

Pinned & Breathless

❛ You should really get off me… unless you plan to stay there. ❜

❛ You gonna move, or are you enjoying the view? ❜

❛ You’re heavy. …Don’t you dare move. ❜

❛ Your hand’s still on me. Not that I mind. ❜

❛ Is this where you finally admit you like losing to me? ❜

❛ You can let go now. …anytime. ❜

❛ I said training, not straddling. ❜

❛ If anyone walks in right now, I’m blaming you. ❜

❛ Don’t look at me like that. You’ll make me forget we’re supposed to be fighting. ❜

❛ I thought this was about technique, not temptation. ❜

Aftermath & Smolder

❛ You’ve got blood on your lip. …Here, let me— ❜

❛ You hit harder than you should. I liked it. ❜

❛ I should hate how close that was. But I don’t. ❜

❛ You’re shaking. Here—catch your breath. ❜

❛ For someone who swears they don’t care, you sure looked worried when I fell. ❜

❛ You didn’t have to pull me that close. ❜

❛ I’ve fought a lot of people. None of them ever looked at me like that. ❜

❛ Are we still sparring, or… something else? ❜

❛ Tell me you didn’t feel that too. ❜

❛ Maybe next time, we skip the weapons. ❜

"Don’t look back."

"I missed you."

"It’s too late."

"Please don’t go."

"You promised me."

"Who did this?"

"I forgive you."

"We were gods."

"Leave me alone."

"They found us."

"Trust me, please."

"I need help."

"Run. Don’t stop."

"It wasn’t me."

"I remember everything."

"Burn it all."

"Tell me why."

"You never called."

"It’s just rain."

"You owe me."

"She’s not breathing."

"Is that blood?"

"You were right."

"It ends now."

"We start over."

"Stay with me."

"Nothing feels real."

"I hate this."

"Do it now."

"They're watching us."

"Make it stop."

"It's not yours."

"I was waiting."

"He’s behind you."

"They’re all gone."

"Time is up."

"Bring them back."

"It’s our turn."

"This is wrong."

"Don’t let go."

"We are cursed."

"No one knows."

"You're not real."

"Don’t say it."

"I saw everything."

"Nothing ever changes."

"Call it off."

"What are you?"

"I found it."

' they have all grown soft. '

' i have a guest. '

' would you not agree? '

' perhaps we can stave off the inevitable for a little while. '

' oh, we've already met. '

' i appreciate your patronage. '

' that was enjoyable i have to say. '

' how predictable. '

' welcome back. '

' do give them my regards. '

' is this preferrable? '

' i hope to make your journeys to this place less difficult. '

' this was the only way. '

' it seems this was in the fates' design. '

' i had suspected you would choose the same. '

' well then, why not? '

' i give you power. '

' you have outsmarted it. '

' so shall it be. '

' i recommend taking a brief detour. '

' let us see if i can hasten or stall this. '

' you are close to death. '

' be careful with me. '

' return to me. '

' heed my call. '

' you have provided me amusement. '

' you have returned. '

' a fine display. '

' i see no reason not to make it so. '

' you are close to such a setback now. '

' you are expected here. '

' ah, at last. '

' i could hasten your demise, if you so wish. '

' i almost did not notice you. '

' please make the most out of your remaining life. '

' that was not what i had in mind. '

' the future is uncertain to all, save for the fates.

' i suppose this was unavoidable. '

' my mark be with you. '

Accidental Intimacy (Clumsy but charged moments)

1- Both reach for the same object, hands brushing — neither moves away. 2- “Hold still—” (fixing their tie, adjusting their collar, brushing hair from their face). 3- One falls asleep on the other’s shoulder during a long ride. 4- “Oops—sorry!” (catches them when they stumble, bodies pressed together). 5- Forced to share a coat/blanket in the cold. 6- One carries the other on their back after an injury. 7- Both squeeze into a small hiding space, breathing heavy. 8- “You’ve got something on your face… let me.” 9- Their lips accidentally brush while leaning in at the same time. 10- Waking up in each other’s arms after an accidental nap.

Playful & Teasing (Flirty but unsure)

With blows that do not connect, swords that nearly miss, this duel has almost turned into a dance. A performance, one meant to entertain, not for what it needs to be.

A battle.

A war.

Quincies and soul reapers must fight for their lives in what will be a massacre, and so, theatrics cannot be allowed here.

“Yes, let’s.”

Right after those words leave Jugram’s mouth, his opponent disappears.

Momentary shock, one second passed.

One second too late.

He can feel a blade skimming his neck, and barely within a second, he ducks, sword chopping of some strands again.

Hm.

It was a moment of being caught off-guard, but one that could’ve been his last.

I see, now.

With speed the human eye cannot process, he raises his sword up, aiming for the Soul Reaper’s legs.

Every second counts.

IT HURTS-

She needs to move.

It hurts-

He needs to move.

IT HURTS-!

HE NEEDS TO MOVE!

She cannot walk, cannot move- the pain in her leg commands her not to, weighs her down with the power it carries, able to push her down like it’s nothing and god it hurts.

But the world refuses to wait for him, and so, he must move as everything else does.

As this war does.

By the edges of her nails, skin of her teeth, she must drag herself forward, no matter what.

It doesn’t matter if her nails crack, if her teeth shatter, he must move.

Move, to get out of here.

Move, to live.

“Gh-”

One by one; drop by drop.

She uses her hands to move, blood leaving her leg at an alarming rate.

He does not care, though; he can’t care.

Every second counts.

And then, there’s a voice.

High-pitched and nasally, trying to push through the night-covered forest of Prathamik’s panic. “Prefect!” It yells, “Prefect, cmon- get up-!”

Grim.

It’s Grim.

“Gri-” barely a syllable of his name leaves their lips before Prathamik’s coughing intensely, ribs rattling with each rasp.

Fuck- I can’t speak-

She needs to, she needs to, she has to, she has to-

Before it’s too late.

Tenjiro was known to be the fastest soul reaper alive -- none and barely any could and ever were able to keep up with him , at best the second fastest man would be Oetsu . his speed were something beyond human comprehension . but Tenjiro was no show-off . he does not announce his title that has been given to him with pride , he knows to show it to the poor eyes that .. well , frankly can't even see through him . this was now becoming something of a show on those human's TV . this fight must needs to end fast -- that kid was placed upon under his care . he cannot let him get loose .. Oetsu's rambling and complaints were like a man-child . he does not want to hear that right now -- however , he would have let the kid go if it wasn't that .. it was impossible to get down there without any injuries , and especially without the guard of another squad zero .

and yet . here the blonde one was . right below him .

as his sword was missed thorough and gone to cut off only a few strands of hair , he saw lights reflecting off the strand . he saw the attack from below . within seconds he lets go off the blade to move higher up on the sheath before he raises up just as Jugram did , jumping up to avoid any further attacks from him and swinging his blade to the back . aiming to attack down low right onto him . he could handle a few injuries , it was fine . he could use his hotspring water to mend the injuries and pain later -

but now was not the time to be healing , this was a battle .

" TOO SLOW ! "

CLASH *

WHY COULDN'T HAVE THAT KID JUST STAYED ?! HE KNEW KIDS MAKE STUPID DECISION - BUT THIS WAS FAR BEYOND STUPIDITY !

taking care of kids doesn't seemed so hard until you have to take care of one yourself , he supposed - but this fight has to now end . or else that kid will die a more painful death -- is either he's gonna die from falling from great height , or he'll die by the enemy's hands . for now , Tenjiro hopes the blood loss is gonna make the kid loses it a little and .. most likely will make them faint . that would be the best possible outcome at the moment --

it sounds cruel , yes . but it's the only thing Tenjiro is betting on and hoping to happen . it's the only way for him to really get in touch and contact with the kid to properly heal him . he needs to be quick , however .

if the kid loses too much blood , he'll die . he needs to lose just the great right amount of blood to pass out from it -- but if he let the kid loses blood continuously it will end in death -

If this were anyone else, Isshin would've sent him across the room with one of his special kicks, throwing salt water into his eyes and calling him an 'evil spirit' for having such a diobolical opinion.

However, this is not just 'anyone else', so Isshin cannot do as such; when there's the clapping of Oetsu's hands onto Isshin's face, he doesn't react- only blinking to the sudden gesture, as well as the slight stinging coming from the action.

"'Shitty doo-doo'?" He echoes, "Now that's just insulting. Calling the best flavor in the entire world 'shitty' doo-doo is something only the most depraved person in the world could say! Vanilla is simply the better flavor, and you've gotta accept that!" His voice starts to raise, equalling the passion he feels for this (rather silly) topic at hand. "Who cares if vanilla is the original flavor? I don't have to like the original, nobody has to. Like- y'know some remixes? They're better than the original, the same goes for ice cream flavors. Why do I gotta like some bland, boring, basic flavor that's got nothing to it, when chocolate's got everything you ever need?!"

HOWEVER * here comes exception .. perhaps the only sort of melody and music that he'll NEVER EVER LIKE ! the sounds of OTHER'S VOICES DISAGREEING WITH HIM . and right now , the voice that was coming out of Isshin's mouth and throat , spilling out shit like the color of the flavor of the ice cream he so loves very dearly ! they're arguing about this like their lives depends on it -- Oetsu loves a good debate too alongside music .. but it seems more like he's just outright solely arguing without any purpose because he thinks he's the only rightest one -

Isshin's voice right now sounds like a nail to a blackboard ! like someone scratching their nail against the whiteboard making the most eerie annoying sound -- it should be quite universally agreed upon that everyone * HATES that sort of noises ! it was not AT ALL stimulating to the brain of his and others ! you must be quite a sociopathic person or some form of psychopath to love those noises ! MMH-MMH !

his hands came back to himself faster than ever - coming to covering his own ears , turning his face away like a manchild not listening to a single thing that was being said to him .. he's acting like Isshin is a fly making buzzing noises around his ears . and to double down --

" LALALA CAN'T HEAR YOU , YO ! "

Masaharu’s no kid.

Despite looking older than they are, he is twenty-three years old, much past the age of adulthood and in the stage where somebody should be taking care of themselves without any help from other people.

It’s what he’s been doing for ten years, ever since he inherited the title of the Kasugai Crow Caretaker. He knows how to think for himself, take care of himself, as well as defend himself.

"'In your way'?" Masaharu echoes, clenching his Wakizaki a bit tighter. Blood coats the weapon- demon blood, the liquid also painting their body. It dyes on their skin, their kimono, their bandages- seeping through the cloth, staining their injured eye, the organ irritated by the liquid touching it. He can smell it, the sickening stench of iron; he can practically taste it, with how much it invades his nose.

I'll need a thorough shower after this.

"We're surrounded. I can't get out of your way unless I decide to walk right into one of their mouths and get eaten."

Is this guy a Slayer?

Probably not. He's not wearing anything close to the uniform.

That makes the situation more complicated, then.

God dammit. If he's not a slayer, then he doesn't know how to kill the demons; if he wants to go hack and slash at them, the demons will know he's not a threat, and then they'll kill him. Masaharu's not in the mood to see a dead body today.

"Just-" They click their tongue. "-stay here, alright? These guys can't be killed through ordinary means, so whatever you wanna do isn't going to help. I'm currently waiting on Tsuki to find something of mine, and once I get that, we'll be home safe."

He's glad he decided to bring that crow on his excursion. With sharp eyes, the bird'll be able to locate his wisteria pouch in no time.

Hopefully, this guy'll do exactly as Masaharu says, and not make his life more difficult than it needs to be.

Hopefully.

as far as he's aware , usually humans like him don't resort to using katana for fighting , even though that is one of the best weaponwith its sharpness being known everywhere across the globe -- but in order to use it properly , you need skills and patience and the right amount of time and focus . he'll applaud him for that , but what he's not gonna applaud him for is that he's refusing to get out of his way ! even worse , what is this guy ? an old head or something ? [ you're one to talk , Tenjiro .. ]

stabbing his yumomi | 湯もみ into the ground with harsh manner .. should he let this human takes care of these dangerous fuckers ? ugh .. but he worries too much over other people's well beings [ that's one of his flaw ] . despite his such rude attitude , he was no one for such rudeness .

well , he could do as support unit behind him too .. pretty sure he can still create a wave of healing hotspring water around here . its healing properties should be well fitting enough for a fighter like him . he'd love to fight but they're in quite a clash .. if he ended up slashing or smacking him away - this entire situation could go fully bad and he'll definitely get it from Manako Osho . he's not looking forward to that today just like how he isn't looking forward to seeing another dead body .

" for a guy that looked like a murderer you sure are a protector .. reminds me of Komainu | 狛犬 . I'll let you do your own thing , I'm not meant to interfere in these lonely miserable lives of people . I still got a home to go back to , and I'm not looking forward to * THAT OLD MAN to yell at me like there's no tomorrow "

pulling out his yumomi out once more to swing it , placing it upon his shoulder like he was some sort of .. gangster ? yakuza ? somewhere around that .

" now get to work ! I ain't got all day for this crap .. just tell me if you need any support ! you better know how to ask for help , 'cuz I ain't lookin' forward to see no damn dead disfigured body in front of me today , kid ! "

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