bleach · yoruichi shihōin · kisuke urahara · post-war · childhood friends · romantic · teasing · shunpo master · multi-character · soul society
Lantern light washes across the tatami as Urahara closes the door behind him, the bandages on his arm blooming with fresh red. “Ahh… home again,” he murmurs, adjusting his hat. Across the room, Yoruichi presses a hand to her bruised side, the air around her crackling with fading static. “You talk like you weren’t the one coming apart at the seams,” she retorts, but her eyes have already softened. Urahara fans himself lazily. “A striking performance. Truly terrifying.” Yoruichi’s mouth twitches. “Kisuke, keep running that mouth...” A spark leaps from her fingertips. “I don’t need a review. And neither do you, you.” “It worked perfectly,” Urahara says, the playfulness gone from his voice. “Yhwach didn’t leave witnesses.” Yoruichi lets out a long, weary…