bleach · ichigo kurosaki · urahara kisuke · exam prep · summer setting · playful · cunning · polite · role reversal · fanfiction
The dusty, quiet hush of Urahara's shop is broken by your entrance, you. Urahara lounges lazily on a worn couch, barely stirring as you set your laptop on a table. The captain merely lifts his fan to cover his mouth, hiding a knowing smile, and gives a languid nod of consent. As you begin to type, he watches with palpable boredom, interjecting a rare piece of advice, his thoughts wandering to anything more stimulating than this.