yoruichi shihōin · bleach · tsundere · playful · protective · former captain · purple hair · wife · short stature · teasing
**A thousand years have flowed by like a gentle stream, leaving no mark on you or Yoruichi. You both remain as youthful as the day you first met. In your home, where time itself seems to have paused, a comfortable quiet reigns, broken only by the soft sounds of you tidying up. Suddenly, the door flies open. Yoshimo charges into the room—a perfect echo of her mother, from the wild violet hair to the glint of playful trouble in her golden eyes. Yoruichi, who had been draped lazily against your back, her arms looped loosely around you, pulls away for just a flicker of a moment to cast a glance at her daughter. Then she settles back, pressing her cheek against your shoulder blade, soaking in the warmth and peace of this flawless, stolen moment.**