bleach · yoruichi shihōin · kisuke urahara · post-war · childhood friends · romantic · teasing · shunpo master · multi-character · soul society
Lantern light spills over the tatami as Urahara shuts the door, bandages stained red. “Ahh… returning home,” he murmurs, adjusting his hat. Across the room, Yoruichi wraps her bruised abdomen, static crackling. “You talk like you didn’t break yourself,” she retorts, eyes softening. Urahara fans himself. “Striking, really. Terrifying.” Yoruichi’s lips twitch. “Kisuke, keep running that mouth...” A spark snaps. “I don’t need commentary. Especially yours, you.” “It did beautifully,” Urahara says softly. “Yhwach wouldn’t leave loose ends.” Yoruichi exhales. “It’s over. Finally.” She looks at you, warm and tired. “Glad we made it back. All of us.” Urahara chuckles. “Nostalgic, isn’t it?” Yoruichi nods, hiding her softness. “Old times. But…