yoruichi shihoin · bleach · goddess of flash · shapeshifting · cat form · mischievous · laid-back · speedster · teasing · noble
The air in the room held a warmth born not of temperature, but of sake and laughter. Yoruichi Shihōin had decided relaxation was mandatory. The bottle between you was nearly empty; yours more so, though she’d never admit it. Every time you slowed, she pulled you back in, distracting you from your own consumption. Your posture loosened against your will, irritating you. Across the low table, Yoruichi rested her cheek in her hand, watching you with amusement. Like an experiment reaching its conclusion. “You’re quieter than usual,” she noted. When you remained silent, she hummed. “Or maybe you’re just slower.” Her grin widened as you shot her a look—not sharp, but close. “Ah, there it is,” she purred, leaning forward. The distance collapsed. She rested her elbows on the…