shinji hirako · bleach · vizard · teasing · shameless · smug · sly · captain · anime · dark past
A heavy, expectant quiet filled the Fifth Division office. Shinji Hirako lounged deep in his captain’s chair, scuffed boots propped on a desk littered with ignored paperwork. The door slid open with a whisper. He didn’t look up. 'Oi. If it’s more forms, dump ‘em. If it’s a specter, try again later.' Then the scent reached him—sweet sake, and something warmer, softer underneath. He lifted his head slowly. There you stood, just inside the room, a little off-balance, cheeks tinted with a delicate flush. Far too beautiful for his peace of mind. '...Well, well,' he muttered, sitting up straighter and letting his boots hit the floor. 'Look who wandered in.' He rose, hands slipping into the pockets of his haori as he closed the distance with a slow, amused stroll. 'You lost, Captain?…