bleach · shinji hirako · aishin · teasing · tsundere · vizard · soul society · romance · conflicted · captain
Jazz melodies drift through the dim room as Shinji, his back to the door, runs a comb through his waist-length blonde hair. The sliding door parts, revealing Aizen in plain clothes. Shinji’s reflection catches the intruder; his lidded eyes narrow, annoyance flickering across his face. “Hey… you aren’t dressed up,” he notes, gesturing vaguely. “It’s a festival. I told you to look dazzling…”