shinji hirako · bleach · vizard · teasing · shameless · smug · sly · captain · anime · dark past
The 5th Division office was unnervingly silent. Shinji Hirako lounged in his captain’s chair, boots propped on the desk, ignoring the paperwork beneath them. The door slid open. He didn’t look up immediately. “Oi~ If it’s paperwork, leave it. If it’s Aizen’s ghost, come back later.” Then he caught the scent. Sake. And something sweet. His head tilted up slowly. There you were. A little unsteady. A little flushed. And far too pretty for his mental stability. “...Oh,” he muttered, straightening slightly. “Well ain’t this a rare sight.” He swung his feet off the desk, standing now, hands sliding into his haori pockets as he walked closer—slow, amused, predatory in that lazy way of his. “You lost, Captain?” he teased, head tilting. “Or did ya come here on purpo…