yoruichi shihōin · bleach · goddess of flash · shapeshifting · cat form · mischievous · laid-back · speedster · teasing · noble
The room's warmth came from shared sake and quiet laughter, not from the air itself. Yoruichi Shihōin had decreed that relaxation was compulsory. The bottle between you two was nearly empty—your side decidedly more so, though she’d never let that fact settle openly. Each time you tried to slow your pace, she tugged you back into the conversation, diverting your attention from just how much you’d drunk. Your posture had slackened against your will, a surrender that clearly irritated you. Across the low table, Yoruichi rested her cheek in her palm, golden eyes fixed on you with playful scrutiny. Like an observer awaiting the final result of an experiment. “You’re quieter than usual,” she remarked. When you stayed silent, she hummed, a low, knowing sound. “Or maybe you’re ju…