The dateables would almost be just as bad as the others- if not worse.
Diavolo didn’t automatically start fiening over you, it started with curiosity. He’d ask questions then wonder about how your body works differently. And that small curiosity grew dangerously, he started to wonder how you’d be naked for him. If your anatomy could handle a demon, or just someone as big as him in general. He asked more personal questions with no shame, he asked about what type of toys humans use, ask if humans have sex for fun or for reproduction purposes since your technically an animal. He’d get so interested in fact, that the only thing stopping him from having you strip and show him everything is Barbatos telling him to settle down and give you a break. Diavolo would give you a new uniform that was shorts and tighter on you just to see your body better, and yes, do expect him to undo and tie your tie while saying its wrong- it’s not, he just needs the excuse to have you so close. And the tie slightly acts as a collar he could tug you closer with, and that thought alone has him staying in his office a little longer than usual.
Though Barbatos isn’t much better. He wonders about you, but know all about your anatomy. After he accidentally seen you in the shower while using his power he knew all your angles. It wasn’t intentional, he had planned on seeing how your day would go just incase since you were still new and uncertain, and instead saw you wet and naked in the shower. Every other time was on purpose, sometimes he only does it a few hours before midnight to see if you’ll touch yourself. And if you do he’ll make an excuse to call you just to hear your shaky uncertain voice. Even better if he can still hear the soft buzz. If he can hear more than a buzz, if theres a distant squelch he’d have to hang up before he had to force himself to not teleport you to his room and have his way with you. He’s called you so many times just to hear you shake it’s almost more times than Mammon calls you.
Simeon felt ashamed, for once in a life time. He felt ashamed of an interest he had. At first he thought he just liked you, that your company just brought him joy. Then he started to wonder how you’d feel under his fingers, how soft your skin would be. He tried to push it away, tried to keep himself pure from such dirty thoughts , but he couldn’t help it. Instead of acting on those thoughts, he did little things to have the excuse to touch you. Whether it be a massage, fixing your uniform, putting lotion on your hands for you, he did that to keep his thoughts at bay. And while it worked for alittle bit, he started to have dreams about those parts. About how soft your hands would feel against him, how your shoulders would flex would he gave you pleasure, how your groans would sound, how easily your uniform would get off in the heat of the moment. He had to avoid you for a few days after those dreams.
Solomon is human like you, he knows all about anatomy, and uses his knowledge to try and predict how you look underneath your clothes. Yes he could easily find out, afterall your room has no lock, all he’d need to do is show up at the perfect time. But instead he likes the fun of the game, of imaging all the ways you could look. Sometimes he urges you to be his apprentice and ‘accidently’ gives potions that are either complete aphrodisiacs or change your sex. Which would be odd, but he loves seeing how you’d look in every form. If you get incredibly hot with the aphrodisiacs he’d tell you its okay to strip while he finds a potion to cure it. There is no potion, your only way is to cum until you feel sated- which would be hours- or have someone else help you, and that someone would be him. Don’t worry, he likes it better when you like in a panic, but every time you end up calling him all flushed and whiny asking how to get rid of the heat and that voice you have always gives him the hardest boner of his life. He does help you, but not after making you beg. Mainly to hear your voice, but also so you don’t think this was his plan all along.
[made with @levisotakugf in mind. Got this out sooner due to your comment]
You threaten to kill him at least once a day. He laughs because you absolutely cannot.
And somehow??? He becomes your first friend in the squad.
You’re minding your business eating lunch like a normal emotionally unstable squad member when you glance across the courtyard and—
There he is.
Byakuya.
Walking beside a girl. A VERY pretty girl.
Elegant. Graceful. Polished. Noble-looking.
She even matches his whole aesthetic—soft colors, perfect hair, quiet demeanor.
Your stomach falls into your shoes. Your brain immediately starts spiraling:
“Oh my god they look good together.”
“WAIT—WHAT IF HE’S WITH HER—”
“NO PLEASE I’M GONNA DIE—”
You freeze mid-bite, food halfway to your mouth, eyes glazed like a traumatized anime cat.
Renji Sees. AND HE BEGINS HIS VILLAIN ARC.
He slides up next to you, looks from you to them, back to you—
And grins like the devil.
“Oooooh. OHHHHHH. Damn. Captain’s walking with someone PRETTY today.”
You: dead inside.
Renji, fanning the flames:
“They look real good together, huh? Wow. She’s got the noble vibe. Maybe he likes that.”
You inhale. Bad move.
You choke on your own saliva and rage.
“Renji—shut up—”
He doesn’t. Of course he doesn’t.
“You losing him before you even GOT him is crazy. Couldn’t be me.”
You see RED.
YOU TACKLE RENJI. MID. LUNCH.
Not a warning. Not a countdown. No threats. Just pure feral cat energy.
Renji blinks, confused for half a second— And you LAUNCH yourself across the table.
You tackle him so hard the entire squad gasps like the start of a reality show fight. You’re on top of him, straddling him, fists swinging, enraged little gremlin noises coming out of you.
Renji: “WAIT—WAIT—WAIT— OW—STOP—
HEY—DAMN YOU’RE STRONG—”
You: “DON’T TALK ABOUT HIM LIKE THAT—
I WILL END YOU—”
People stop eating.
Tables are abandoned.
Someone starts chanting.
Someone else starts recording with a Hell Butterfly like it’s TikTok.
This is the best entertainment Squad 6 has had in years. Your legs are squeezing Renji like a vice. Your hair is everywhere. You look absolutely feral.
Two guys try to pull you off him— YOU BITE ONE.
Someone screams: “SHE’S RABID—”
And Then… Silence. Because Byakuya arrives.
Captain Suite. Haori. Grace. Disappointment. The crowd parts like Moses parting the sea.
He looks down at the scene:
• Renji flat on his back
• You straddling him like WWE
• A small ring of terrified onlookers
• A table flipped
• A dumpling stuck in Renji’s hair
Byakuya inhales slowly through his nose. The world stops breathing.
“…Explain.”
His voice is calm. Too calm. The dangerous kind of calm.
You freeze on top of Renji like a cat caught knocking over a vase.
Renji—your so-called friend, your bully, your partner in chaos—IMMEDIATELY throws you under the bus.
“Captain—SHE—ATTACKED ME— JUST FULL SENT IT— I’M A VICTIM HERE—”
You slap him across the chest.
Byakuya looks at the two of you like he’s debating using Senbonzakura on both of you
You scramble off Renji, fixing your uniform, hair, pride, EVERYTHING.
You bow so fast your forehead almost hits the floor.
“C-captain I— I wasn’t—I mean he— He said things—
And I— He— IT WAS HIS FAULT—”
Byakuya raises one perfect eyebrow. “Abarai.”
Renji sits up, bruised, betrayed, offended.
“Sir?”
“What did you say to provoke her?”
Renji chokes.
THE CROWD GASPS. YOU NEARLY ASCEND.
Renji: “CAPTAIN?! WHY DO YOU ASSUME I—”
Byakuya: “Because you speak before thinking. Frequently.”
Whole squad: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH
You: internally screaming, kicking your feet, about to die happy.
He looks at you longer than he usually does.
And it’s not the irritated “why is she here again” look.
It’s… assessing. Curious. Slightly disappointed but also faintly amused?
“Restrain yourself. Violence within the squad is unacceptable.”
You nod so fast your neck pops.
Then—
Then—
You swear you see it:
The tiniest twitch at the corner of his mouth. Almost a smile. Almost.
He turns, walks away, hair trailing like silk. You drop to your knees. Renji groans on the ground.
The squad screams like they just witnessed the season finale.
The girl he was walking with? Yeah.
It was Rukia Kuchiki.
HIS LITTLE SISTER. Not his lover. Not his fiancée.
Not some noble princess he was secretly courting.
Just his literal adoptive baby sister who he is aggressively protective of and would DEFINITELY murder someone over if they hurt her.
And there you were… Punching Renji like he stole your man.
After lunch chaos, you’re still mortified, fixing your uniform, avoiding eye contact, trying to erase your existence from Soul Society.
Then you hear a soft voice behind you: “Um… excuse me? Are you alright?”
You turn around and see her.
Pretty. Kind eyes. Small smile. Zero menace. Zero competition. Not even on the same romantic frequency as Byakuya.
You freeze like a busted cartoon character.
You: “…are you… the girl…”
She blinks.
“Oh! If you mean earlier, I’m Rukia. I’m Captain Kuchiki’s younger sister.”
You internally collapse into dust.
She’s looking at you like: “Why did this random Squad 6 member look like she was about to cry blood when she saw me walking with Nii-sama??”
She has NO idea you were spiraling.
And she very gently adds: “We were only discussing patrol expansions. He wasn’t… ah… with me.” You swear you hear angels singing.
You’re still vibrating with embarrassment.
Rukia is just being polite.
And Renji limps in, bandaged, bruised, dramatic as hell: “OH HEY. LOOK WHO IT IS. THE DEMON WHO ATTACKED ME.”
You throw a rock at him.
He dodges and goes: “Anyway, Rukia—guess who thought you were dating the captain?”
YOU LUNGE AT HIM AGAIN. Rukia’s eyes widen SO HARD.
“D-date?! ME?! With Nii-sama??”
Renji nods proudly. You want to MELT INTO THE EARTH.
She turns to you, cheeks pink, a little smile forming like she’s connecting every dot at once.
“Ah…I see.”
YOU DIE INSIDE.
She gives you the gentlest, most sisterly little grin:
“Nii-sama’s standards are… very particular. But… don’t worry. You’re not disqualified.”
You practically choke on air.
RENJI LOSES HIS MIND: “OH—SO SHE’S APPROVED?? BRO WHAT—”
Rukia absolutely tells him.
And he absolutely responds with: “I see.”
Externally: cold, bored, unreadable.
Internally?
A quiet, slow: “…Hn.”
Because now he knows:
• you weren’t fighting out of insubordination
• you weren’t being unprofessional
• you weren’t being chaotic for chaos’ sake
You were jealous.
Of someone he cares deeply about. And that?
That hits him in a place he keeps locked up and frostbitten. He notices you twice as much after that.
The entire barracks is quiet as a funeral when Byakuya calls: “Abarai. With me.”
Renji walks like he’s heading to the gallows. And everyone hears through the sliding doors: Byakuya’s calm, disappointed voice.
Not yelling, not angry…
Worse.
Quiet. Controlled. Lethal.
The whole squad is frozen like: “F in the chat for Renji.”
The door opens.
Renji steps out.
Eyes dazed.
Pride shattered.
Soul slightly cracked.
He looks at you with that “save yourself” look and mutters: “Good luck. You’re next.”
And he leaves like a man who saw God and got humbled.
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“(Your Name). Come in.” Your stomach DROPS.
You swear the air changes when he says it.
It’s cold, soft, commanding—enough to make your knees jelly.
You walk into his office like a child being summoned by the principal and your crush and death itself.
The door slides shut behind you with a terrifyingly final thnk.
Byakuya sits behind his desk, hands folded neatly, head slightly tilted downward.
No emotion. No warmth. Just pure noble frost.
You bow so fast you almost knock your head on the floor.
“Captain Kuchiki, sir— I deeply apologize for—”
He raises a hand.
Silence.
Instant.
Your mouth clamps shut.
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“Explain your conduct.”
He doesn’t look angry.
He looks… disappointed. Calm. Curious.
The kind of tone that makes your whole soul want to crawl away and hide behind a tree.
You start rambling, tripping over your own tongue:
“I–I wasn’t trying to start anything, sir— Renji said something— I reacted— I don’t usually attack people— I mean I do sometimes I mean NO I DON’T— He provoked me— Not that that’s an excuse— I wasn’t thinking— I—”
You’re spiraling.
You’re sweating.
You sound deranged.
Byakuya finally speaks:“You are a member of my squad. I expect discipline.”
Your heart cracks.
Then he adds, much softer: “Not impulsive violence.”
Your heart BREAKS.
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BUT THEN… HE STANDS. Slowly. Gracefully.
He walks around the desk, approaching you.
You freeze like prey spotting a predator.
He stops just in front of you—close enough that you smell his perfume (clean, soft, expensive as hell)—and tilts his head just slightly.
“You were… jealous?”
You nearly combust into flames. You stutter so hard your soul leaves your body.
“J-jealous!? No— I mean— yes— I MEAN—RUKIA— I DIDN’T KNOW SHE WAS YOUR SISTER—”
His eyes lower—barely—and he murmurs: “I see.” You’re about to pass out.
He doesn’t move away.
He watches your face, the way your hands fidget, the way your breathing stutters, the way his proximity demolishes your entire brain.
His eyes soften. Just a little.
Just enough that you see a flicker of something human. “Control your emotions. They rule you too easily.”
You nod frantically. “Y-yes sir.”
“However…” Your heart stops.
“You showed loyalty.
And… passion.
These are not flaws.”
EXCUSE ME??? HELLO?????
You blink at him like an owl. He looks away, as if annoyed at himself for saying too much.
⸻
The Moment That Ends You
He steps past you toward the door, opens it, and says quietly: “Do not fight within the squad again.”
Then—
AS YOU’RE BOWING—
You feel it.
A soft tap on your shoulder. A barely-there brush of fingers. You look up.
Byakuya is already walking away, haori trailing, but he says: “You may go. And… compose yourself.”
You’re done. Finished. Ruined. Deceased.
The squad watches you exit like: “OH SHE GOT THE SPECIAL TREATMENT???”
Renji, holding an ice pack, squints at you: “….bro. BRO. He wasn’t even that mad at you, was he?!”
You just shake your head, stunned.
Renji: “NAH. NAHHHHH. He likes you. He LIKES you. I’m calling it.”
And you just stand there, heart pounding like a drumline, realizing—
He wasn’t cold.
He wasn’t angry.
He was paying attention.
—————
Ever since your “incident,” Renji has become insufferable.
He spots you in the hallway, arms full of paperwork, minding your business—
“Soooooo…
you gonna fight me again today?
Or do I gotta show you the captain with another girl first?”
You stop.
Slowly turn your head.
Death in your eyes.
“Renji.”
He grins.
“Yes, my lovely violent gremlin?”
You hiss through your teeth:
“I will feed you to a hollow.”
Someone gasps.
Someone else whispers, “AGAIN???”
Renji cackles like you’re the funniest thing he’s ever seen.
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HE KEEPS GOING BECAUSE HE WANTS TO DIE
You try walking away.
But no—
This overgrown red-haired menace trails behind you like a commentary track:
“Damn, you’re mad again?
What happened THIS time?
Did the captain look at you for half a second and you forgot how to breathe?”
You spin around.
“Say ONE more thing and I SWEAR—
I will break your face—
You will need a NEW face—
I will re-arrange every bone—
Don’t test me.”
Renji puts his hands up in surrender: “Oooh scary— but also kinda cute— the captain’s gonna LOVE—”
You lunge.
He RUNS.
The squad watches like they bought front-row tickets.
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BYAKUYA WALKS IN ON THIS… AGAIN
You’ve got Renji halfway cornered against the barracks wall, fists up, eyes wild.
Renji is yelling: “SHE’S UNHINGED, CAPTAIN— I FEAR FOR MY LIFE—”
You yell back: “YOU STARTED IT—LET ME HIT HIM— JUST ONCE— I NEED THIS—”
The room falls into silence like someone hit a mute button.
Because Byakuya has appeared.
Standing there.
Holding documents.
Looking BEAUTIFULLY disappointed.
He glances between the two of you.
Renji: breathing heavily, messy hair, panicked.
You: feral, murder-ready, absolutely not helping your case.
Byakuya exhales through his nose—
VERY softly, but enough to make Renji flinch.
“Abarai.”
Renji stands at attention SO FAST he hits his head on the wall.
“S-sir!”
“Stop provoking her.”
The entire squad loses their minds internally.
You blink. RENJI BLINKS.
Renji whispers: “Bro… BRO???”
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THEN HE TURNS TO YOU
Not angry. Not even annoyed. Just that unreadable noble calm.
“And you. Violence should not be your first response.”
You nod.
“Yes sir.”
Then—with ZERO warning—he adds: “However… considering Abarai’s behavior… I understand.”
RENJI’S JAW DROPS.
The squad collectively GASP-WHEEZES. You go stock-still like a stunned rabbit.
Byakuya gives you the gentlest side glance—
barely there, but enough to make your knees wobble.
“Return to your duties.”
He walks away like he didn’t just pick a side.
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Renji After Byakuya Leaves
He stares at you in horror.
“……Did—did the captain just… DEFEND YOU??”
You shrug, smug as hell: “Maybe he likes me more than you.”
Renji clutches his chest.
“YOU’RE HIS FAVORITE??
THAT’S NOT FAIR—
YOU’RE A MENACE—
I HATE THIS—”
You grin.
“Say something else and I’ll feed you to TWO hollows.”
Renji groans into his hands.
When you spar with Renji, there’s NO holding back.
The instructors just wanted a light drill.
You show up cracking your knuckles like:
“Warm-up? Nah. Let’s see whose ancestors we meet today.”
Renji sighs IMMEDIATELY.
“Why can’t you just FIGHT NORMAL—”
But you’re already swinging.
⸻
The second the match starts, your entire aura changes.
Your eyes narrow.
Your reiatsu spikes.
You grip your wooden sword like you want to break it over his skull.
You charge Renji with ZERO hesitation.
Everyone watching flinches because you don’t fight like a squad trainee—
You fight like you saw a vision of Renji marrying Byakuya and you’re trying to prevent the timeline.
⸻
He’s blocking.
He’s dodging.
He’s sweating.
And between hits he’s yelling:
“WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME—?!”
You swing harder.
“STOP MOCKING MY FEELINGS—”
“I WASN’T—”
“YOU WERE AND NOW YOU SHALL PAY—”
Wood cracks.
Dust flies.
You nearly knock him off his feet.
⸻
People watching are like:
“Is this a… breakup fight?”
“They’re not even dating—”
“WHY DOES SHE HATE HIM LIKE THAT??”
“A Hollow wouldn’t survive this.”
“RENJI definitely won’t.”
Someone else whispers:
“Should we… call the captain—?”
Of course he comes.
Byakuya Kuchiki walks into the training grounds just in time to see you trying to take Renji’s head off his shoulders with a bokken.
Renji, dodging for his life: “CAPTAIN—HELP—SHE’S UNHINGED—”
You: “STAND STILL AND ACCEPT YOUR FATE—”
Byakuya stops.
Watches.
Says NOTHING.
⸻
Byakuya’s Internal Monologue is Just: “…Again?”
He approaches slowly, hands behind his back, expression bored but eyes very fixed on you.
Renji sees him and screams: “CAPTAIN, SHE’S GONNA KILL ME—”
Byakuya, completely unmoved: “She is not.”
You swing.
Renji blocks.
Barely.
Byakuya adds, calmly: “If she wished to, she would have already succeeded.”
THE ENTIRE ROOM GASPS.
RENJI LOSES HIS MIND.
You freeze mid-swing like a glitching NPC.
⸻
You lower your weapon, cheeks hot, breath short, because Byakuya just:
• acknowledged your skill
• defended you
• lowkey implied you COULD kill Renji
• AND sounded almost… impressed?
Renji looks betrayed by the universe.
“CAPTAIN… YOU’RE TAKING HER SIDE AGAIN?? SHE’S TRYING TO MURDER ME—”
Byakuya gives him a single quiet look.
Renji shuts up instantly.
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AND THEN HE TURNS TO YOU.
His gaze softens—barely. Subtle. But enough to make your heart explode.
“Control yourself. You are capable of far more than reckless aggression.”
Translation: “You’re strong. But stop throwing hands like a gremlin.”
You nod violently.
“Y-yes sir.”
He steps past you, his voice low enough only YOU hear:
“Your passion is admirable. But focus it.”
You nearly pass out.
⸻
He gets up off the ground, wheezing.
“I hate this. I hate YOU.
Why does the captain BABYSIT you??
Where is MY praise??”
You twirl your bokken smugly.
“He likes me more.” Renji throws dirt at you.
Days pass and the members are sparring with Byakuya himself, and now it’s your turn.
You Step Onto the Mat Like a Baby Deer
Heart hammering. Mind blank. Hands clammy. Trying to look composed but everyone can see you’re three seconds from fainting.
Byakuya stands opposite you—calm, regal, bored.
Sword lowered.
Posture perfect.
He says: “Begin whenever you are ready.”
Which is insane because you are NOT READY. Your soul is tap dancing.
You Hold Back. Obviously. You swing slow. You hesitate.
You pull your strikes at the last second because HELLO??? That’s BYAKUYA. You’re not about to decapitate your crush.
You’re practically tip-toeing through the fight.
And he notices IMMEDIATELY.
Byakuya blocks a weak strike and says, in the driest tone known to man: “Pathetic.”
OH???
OH EXCUSE ME?????
You freeze.
He continues, voice cool as iced tea: “You fight Renji with far more conviction. Do not insult me with restraint.”
THE WAY YOUR JAW DROPS.
Renji on the sidelines SCREAMING: “YEAH—SHE TRIES TO KILL ME—GO ON, CAPTAIN, LET HER—”
You snap.
You go: “Okay. Rude.”
Byakuya lifts one brow ever so slightly.
You inhale. And then???
You go feral.
You come at him with everything you have. No hesitation. No fear. No crush-induced brain fog.
You SWING.
Fast.
Sharp.
Aggressive.
Your reiatsu flares.
Your strikes whistle through the air.
You actually make Byakuya—BYAKUYA—step back a half-step.
The squad watching goes: “OH? OH SHE’S SERIOUS—”
You’re fighting like he just said your bankai was ugly.
Byakuya’s eyes narrow at you, He parries one hit—
Two—
Three—
But he’s definitely working harder now.
You almost catch him on the shoulder and the entire barracks SCREAMS.
Byakuya straightens, eyes glinting.
“Better.”
You don’t even respond—you’re BUSY TRYING TO WIN.
Your strikes get faster. Footwork sharper. You’re moving completely on instinct.
Byakuya is deflecting cleanly but he’s no longer coasting—
He’s actually engaged.
And every time he blocks you, he murmurs things like:
“Too slow.”
“Left side open.”
“More pressure.”
And you SNARL like you’re fighting for custody.
Then you catch him by surprise.
You feint low—
Pivot— And SLAM your blade forward, stopping an inch from his ribs before he redirects it.
His eyes widen.
Just a fraction.
But YOU SEE IT.
The squad collectively GASPS like it’s a soap opera.
Renji yells: “SHE ALMOST GOT YOU—OH MY GOD—”
You: panting, flushed, feral, adrenaline-drunk.
Byakuya: calm… but now his voice drops a little lower.
“Do not hold back again.” Your heart does a backflip.
The Final Clash You charge him—
He steps forward—
Blades collide with a shockwave of reiatsu—
Dust kicks up—
Everyone shields their eyes— When the air clears???
You’re pinned. Sword at your shoulder. His hand gripping your wrist.
Bodies CLOSE.
Too close.
Your breath catches in your throat. His does not.
He is perfectly steady.
But his voice…It’s softer.
“This… is what you are capable of.”
You melt. Completely. He releases you slowly, almost reluctantly.
His parting words nearly send you into a coma, he turns pausing just once: “Next time, do not make me provoke you into showing effort.”
You stand there staring at him voice on replay in your brain, Renji walks past like: “He basically said fight me like you mean it next time, babe.”
Byakuya’s still in from of you, you see something akin to pity in his eyes. Your eye twitches…
You kick him—hard—right in the chest.
You (snapping): “You do NOT get to tease me!”
He steps back, eyes narrowing a fraction.
You (voice rising, furious): “You and Renji treat my feelings like a game!”
You swing again—your blade slamming into his.
Then again.
And again.
Each strike harder than the last, the impacts cracking through the training hall.
Your reiatsu spikes—wild, shaking, bright.
You look pissed… but also on the edge of crying.
You (breath breaking): “I worked my ass off for you!”
Another strike.
You: “I gave it everything I had—until there was NOTHING left—just so I could be here with you!”
Your grip tightens. Your swing sharpens.
You (choking, angry, hurt): “And you—YOU SMUG NOBLE BASTARD—”
Your blade crashes into his again, sparks flying.
You (voice cracking): “You keep looking at me like you pity me!”
Your eyes shine. Tears tremble on your lashes.
You (shouting): “Well I don’t NEED your pity!”
And then—
You drop your sword and punch him. Square in the face. Hard. His head snaps to the side. Silence.
Your breath freezes in your chest as the fog in your mind suddenly clears. You blink.
Your voice goes tiny, horrified:
You: “Oh my goodness, sir! I’m sorry!”
You stare at Byakuya Kuchiki, horrified at what you’ve done.
Your breath catches.
You (panicked): “Oh my goodness, sir! I’m sorry!”
His eyes are still widened, his cheek faintly bruised where your fist landed.
He opens his mouth to speak—
But you’re already gone.
⸻
You flash-step away
You vanish in a burst of panicked reiatsu.
Not graceful. Not planned.
Just pure emotional flight. You sprint through the barracks, through the hall, down the stairs—
Until you find an old storage room. You look around frantically. Then you see it. A barrel. You don’t think. You climb inside and curl up like a raccoon hiding from rent collectors.
⸻
Inside the barrel. You grip the rim and whisper-sob into the darkness.
You (rambling):
“I assaulted my captain—oh my god—
I punched him—
I kicked him—
I’m going to jail—
I can live in a bush, I swear—
I don’t need food—
I’ll just photosynthesize—”
Your breathing is fast, shallow. Your tears fall on your knees. You rock gently, losing your mind.
You: “Stop crying—STOP—
you absolute idiot you HIT him—
I’m going to die—”
You hear footsteps. You freeze.
⸻
Byakuya enters the storage room. The door slides open with a soft shhk.
His spiritual pressure is faint but controlled—clearly lowered so he doesn’t overwhelm you. He stands in the doorway.
Silent. Calm. Deadly composed.
Byakuya (quietly):
“…You are not difficult to find.”
You slap a hand over your mouth.
You whisper:
You: “No I’m not.”
You absolutely are.
⸻
He steps further in His haori brushes the wood as he walks.
You: “People come here to this squad because they look up to you.”
You shake your head hard, tears falling.
You: “Because they want to be you…”
Your breath hiccups. Your fist tightens.
You (whispered, raw): “I just wanted you.”
Byakuya goes perfectly still.
Frozen. Not with fear. Not with disgust. With realization. You cry harder, voice breaking.
You: “I have no idea what I’m doing anymore.”
Your knees wobble.
Your breath collapses.
⸻
Byakuya catches you, He moves faster than you’ve ever seen him —
one hand catching your elbow, the other steadying your waist.
Your forehead drops forward— your vision swims—
your breath stutters in short, broken gasps.
Byakuya (soft, low): “Breathe.”
You try.
Nothing comes in.
You whisper:
You: “I think…”
Your voice is faint.
You: “I think I’m going to pass out…”
Your fingers cling to his haori without meaning to. He does not pull away. He shifts even closer, hand rising to your jaw.
⸻
His forehead meets yours
Gently. Purposefully. Shockingly intimate. Your breath stalls.
His voice drops to a whisper meant for your soul only.
Byakuya:
“Stay with me.”
You tremble. Your noses almost touch. He inhales slowly — guiding you.
His hand at your waist tightens just slightly, anchoring you upright.
Your voice breaks.
You: “…sir…”
He breathes out — a soft, shaken exhale.
Then, quietly:
Byakuya: “Do not call me that. Not right now.”
Your pulse stutters.
You (bare whisper): “What… should I call you…?”
His forehead presses more firmly to yours.
Byakuya: “My name.”
You gasp.
You: “Byakuya…?”
His eyes flutter shut. His breath shivers.
⸻
The admission
He pulls back just enough to look at you. Not above you. Not beyond you. At you.
His voice is barely audible.
Byakuya: “I noticed you long before you believed I did.”
Your breath breaks.
He brushes another tear from your cheek with his thumb.
Byakuya:“Your focus. Your stubbornness. Your devotion.”
Your heart pounds hard enough he can feel it.
Byakuya: “I saw you.”
Your lips part — nothing comes out.
He continues:
Byakuya (soft, truthful): “I did not understand why I could not ignore you.”
Your knees weaken again.
His grip on your waist steadies you.
Byakuya:“And when I tried… it unsettled me.”
You stare up at him, shaking.
You: “Why… didn’t you say anything…?”
His thumb grazes your lower cheek, almost to your mouth.
He answers honestly.
Byakuya: “Because I did not understand my response to you.”
His voice deepens—quiet, vulnerable.
Byakuya: “You changed something in me. Long before today.”
Your breath disappears. Your world tilts.
Your fingers clutch his haori like you might fall without him.
Your breath trembles against his.
Your forehead is still pressed to his, your noses brushing lightly each time you inhale.
Your voice is barely there:
You (whisper): “…Byakuya…”
His eyes lower to half-lidded softness.
Your name leaves his lips in the same tone:
Byakuya (quiet, warm): “…Yes.”
Your chest tightens.
Your fingers curl into his haori.
He watches the movement— watches you—
with an expression you’ve never seen on him before:
Open. Unmasked. Faintly shaken.
His thumb traces the edge of your jaw again. Every touch is delicate—careful—as if you might break.
⸻
He leans in Slow. Measured. Beautifully intentional.
The air between you disappears. His forehead presses a little shift lower— your temples touching, your noses gliding against each other. His breath warms your lips.
His hand on your waist tightens, guiding you closer—
closer— close enough to make your knees buckle. You tilt up instinctively. He tilts down.
Your mouths hover— barely a breath apart.
Byakuya (whisper against your lips): “…May I—”
He doesn’t finish. He doesn’t need to.
You exhale a trembling “yes” without even forming the word. Your lips part— He closes the last inch—
⸻
THE DOOR EXPLODES OPEN
SLAM.
A voice shrieks down the hallway:
Renji Abarai: “CAPTAIN—ARE YOU IN HE— OH— OH HELL NO—WHAT IS THIS?!”
You jump so violently you knee Byakuya’s thigh. He snaps upright—tall, composed, furious in silence.
You stumble back, face burning, breath hitched. Renji stands frozen in the doorway, eyes bulging, hands in the air like he walked into a crime scene.
Renji: “ARE YOU— ARE YOU TWO—WHAT— WHAT IS HAPPENING—?!”
You threaten to kill him at least once a day. He laughs because you absolutely cannot.
And somehow??? He becomes your first friend in the squad.
You’re minding your business eating lunch like a normal emotionally unstable squad member when you glance across the courtyard and—
There he is.
Byakuya.
Walking beside a girl. A VERY pretty girl.
Elegant. Graceful. Polished. Noble-looking.
She even matches his whole aesthetic—soft colors, perfect hair, quiet demeanor.
Your stomach falls into your shoes. Your brain immediately starts spiraling:
“Oh my god they look good together.”
“WAIT—WHAT IF HE’S WITH HER—”
“NO PLEASE I’M GONNA DIE—”
You freeze mid-bite, food halfway to your mouth, eyes glazed like a traumatized anime cat.
Renji Sees. AND HE BEGINS HIS VILLAIN ARC.
He slides up next to you, looks from you to them, back to you—
And grins like the devil.
“Oooooh. OHHHHHH. Damn. Captain’s walking with someone PRETTY today.”
You: dead inside.
Renji, fanning the flames:
“They look real good together, huh? Wow. She’s got the noble vibe. Maybe he likes that.”
You inhale. Bad move.
You choke on your own saliva and rage.
“Renji—shut up—”
He doesn’t. Of course he doesn’t.
“You losing him before you even GOT him is crazy. Couldn’t be me.”
You see RED.
YOU TACKLE RENJI. MID. LUNCH.
Not a warning. Not a countdown. No threats. Just pure feral cat energy.
Renji blinks, confused for half a second— And you LAUNCH yourself across the table.
You tackle him so hard the entire squad gasps like the start of a reality show fight. You’re on top of him, straddling him, fists swinging, enraged little gremlin noises coming out of you.
Renji: “WAIT—WAIT—WAIT— OW—STOP—
HEY—DAMN YOU’RE STRONG—”
You: “DON’T TALK ABOUT HIM LIKE THAT—
I WILL END YOU—”
People stop eating.
Tables are abandoned.
Someone starts chanting.
Someone else starts recording with a Hell Butterfly like it’s TikTok.
This is the best entertainment Squad 6 has had in years. Your legs are squeezing Renji like a vice. Your hair is everywhere. You look absolutely feral.
Two guys try to pull you off him— YOU BITE ONE.
Someone screams: “SHE’S RABID—”
And Then… Silence. Because Byakuya arrives.
Captain Suite. Haori. Grace. Disappointment. The crowd parts like Moses parting the sea.
He looks down at the scene:
• Renji flat on his back
• You straddling him like WWE
• A small ring of terrified onlookers
• A table flipped
• A dumpling stuck in Renji’s hair
Byakuya inhales slowly through his nose. The world stops breathing.
“…Explain.”
His voice is calm. Too calm. The dangerous kind of calm.
You freeze on top of Renji like a cat caught knocking over a vase.
Renji—your so-called friend, your bully, your partner in chaos—IMMEDIATELY throws you under the bus.
“Captain—SHE—ATTACKED ME— JUST FULL SENT IT— I’M A VICTIM HERE—”
You slap him across the chest.
Byakuya looks at the two of you like he’s debating using Senbonzakura on both of you
You scramble off Renji, fixing your uniform, hair, pride, EVERYTHING.
You bow so fast your forehead almost hits the floor.
“C-captain I— I wasn’t—I mean he— He said things—
And I— He— IT WAS HIS FAULT—”
Byakuya raises one perfect eyebrow. “Abarai.”
Renji sits up, bruised, betrayed, offended.
“Sir?”
“What did you say to provoke her?”
Renji chokes.
THE CROWD GASPS. YOU NEARLY ASCEND.
Renji: “CAPTAIN?! WHY DO YOU ASSUME I—”
Byakuya: “Because you speak before thinking. Frequently.”
Whole squad: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH
You: internally screaming, kicking your feet, about to die happy.
He looks at you longer than he usually does.
And it’s not the irritated “why is she here again” look.
It’s… assessing. Curious. Slightly disappointed but also faintly amused?
“Restrain yourself. Violence within the squad is unacceptable.”
You nod so fast your neck pops.
Then—
Then—
You swear you see it:
The tiniest twitch at the corner of his mouth. Almost a smile. Almost.
He turns, walks away, hair trailing like silk. You drop to your knees. Renji groans on the ground.
The squad screams like they just witnessed the season finale.
The girl he was walking with? Yeah.
It was Rukia Kuchiki.
HIS LITTLE SISTER. Not his lover. Not his fiancée.
Not some noble princess he was secretly courting.
Just his literal adoptive baby sister who he is aggressively protective of and would DEFINITELY murder someone over if they hurt her.
And there you were… Punching Renji like he stole your man.
After lunch chaos, you’re still mortified, fixing your uniform, avoiding eye contact, trying to erase your existence from Soul Society.
Then you hear a soft voice behind you: “Um… excuse me? Are you alright?”
You turn around and see her.
Pretty. Kind eyes. Small smile. Zero menace. Zero competition. Not even on the same romantic frequency as Byakuya.
You freeze like a busted cartoon character.
You: “…are you… the girl…”
She blinks.
“Oh! If you mean earlier, I’m Rukia. I’m Captain Kuchiki’s younger sister.”
You internally collapse into dust.
She’s looking at you like: “Why did this random Squad 6 member look like she was about to cry blood when she saw me walking with Nii-sama??”
She has NO idea you were spiraling.
And she very gently adds: “We were only discussing patrol expansions. He wasn’t… ah… with me.” You swear you hear angels singing.
You’re still vibrating with embarrassment.
Rukia is just being polite.
And Renji limps in, bandaged, bruised, dramatic as hell: “OH HEY. LOOK WHO IT IS. THE DEMON WHO ATTACKED ME.”
You throw a rock at him.
He dodges and goes: “Anyway, Rukia—guess who thought you were dating the captain?”
YOU LUNGE AT HIM AGAIN. Rukia’s eyes widen SO HARD.
“D-date?! ME?! With Nii-sama??”
Renji nods proudly. You want to MELT INTO THE EARTH.
She turns to you, cheeks pink, a little smile forming like she’s connecting every dot at once.
“Ah…I see.”
YOU DIE INSIDE.
She gives you the gentlest, most sisterly little grin:
“Nii-sama’s standards are… very particular. But… don’t worry. You’re not disqualified.”
You practically choke on air.
RENJI LOSES HIS MIND: “OH—SO SHE’S APPROVED?? BRO WHAT—”
Rukia absolutely tells him.
And he absolutely responds with: “I see.”
Externally: cold, bored, unreadable.
Internally?
A quiet, slow: “…Hn.”
Because now he knows:
• you weren’t fighting out of insubordination
• you weren’t being unprofessional
• you weren’t being chaotic for chaos’ sake
You were jealous.
Of someone he cares deeply about. And that?
That hits him in a place he keeps locked up and frostbitten. He notices you twice as much after that.
The entire barracks is quiet as a funeral when Byakuya calls: “Abarai. With me.”
Renji walks like he’s heading to the gallows. And everyone hears through the sliding doors: Byakuya’s calm, disappointed voice.
Not yelling, not angry…
Worse.
Quiet. Controlled. Lethal.
The whole squad is frozen like: “F in the chat for Renji.”
The door opens.
Renji steps out.
Eyes dazed.
Pride shattered.
Soul slightly cracked.
He looks at you with that “save yourself” look and mutters: “Good luck. You’re next.”
And he leaves like a man who saw God and got humbled.
⸻
“(Your Name). Come in.” Your stomach DROPS.
You swear the air changes when he says it.
It’s cold, soft, commanding—enough to make your knees jelly.
You walk into his office like a child being summoned by the principal and your crush and death itself.
The door slides shut behind you with a terrifyingly final thnk.
Byakuya sits behind his desk, hands folded neatly, head slightly tilted downward.
No emotion. No warmth. Just pure noble frost.
You bow so fast you almost knock your head on the floor.
“Captain Kuchiki, sir— I deeply apologize for—”
He raises a hand.
Silence.
Instant.
Your mouth clamps shut.
⸻
“Explain your conduct.”
He doesn’t look angry.
He looks… disappointed. Calm. Curious.
The kind of tone that makes your whole soul want to crawl away and hide behind a tree.
You start rambling, tripping over your own tongue:
“I–I wasn’t trying to start anything, sir— Renji said something— I reacted— I don’t usually attack people— I mean I do sometimes I mean NO I DON’T— He provoked me— Not that that’s an excuse— I wasn’t thinking— I—”
You’re spiraling.
You’re sweating.
You sound deranged.
Byakuya finally speaks:“You are a member of my squad. I expect discipline.”
Your heart cracks.
Then he adds, much softer: “Not impulsive violence.”
Your heart BREAKS.
⸻
BUT THEN… HE STANDS. Slowly. Gracefully.
He walks around the desk, approaching you.
You freeze like prey spotting a predator.
He stops just in front of you—close enough that you smell his perfume (clean, soft, expensive as hell)—and tilts his head just slightly.
“You were… jealous?”
You nearly combust into flames. You stutter so hard your soul leaves your body.
“J-jealous!? No— I mean— yes— I MEAN—RUKIA— I DIDN’T KNOW SHE WAS YOUR SISTER—”
His eyes lower—barely—and he murmurs: “I see.” You’re about to pass out.
He doesn’t move away.
He watches your face, the way your hands fidget, the way your breathing stutters, the way his proximity demolishes your entire brain.
His eyes soften. Just a little.
Just enough that you see a flicker of something human. “Control your emotions. They rule you too easily.”
You nod frantically. “Y-yes sir.”
“However…” Your heart stops.
“You showed loyalty.
And… passion.
These are not flaws.”
EXCUSE ME??? HELLO?????
You blink at him like an owl. He looks away, as if annoyed at himself for saying too much.
⸻
The Moment That Ends You
He steps past you toward the door, opens it, and says quietly: “Do not fight within the squad again.”
Then—
AS YOU’RE BOWING—
You feel it.
A soft tap on your shoulder. A barely-there brush of fingers. You look up.
Byakuya is already walking away, haori trailing, but he says: “You may go. And… compose yourself.”
You’re done. Finished. Ruined. Deceased.
The squad watches you exit like: “OH SHE GOT THE SPECIAL TREATMENT???”
Renji, holding an ice pack, squints at you: “….bro. BRO. He wasn’t even that mad at you, was he?!”
You just shake your head, stunned.
Renji: “NAH. NAHHHHH. He likes you. He LIKES you. I’m calling it.”
And you just stand there, heart pounding like a drumline, realizing—
He wasn’t cold.
He wasn’t angry.
He was paying attention.
—————
Ever since your “incident,” Renji has become insufferable.
He spots you in the hallway, arms full of paperwork, minding your business—
“Soooooo…
you gonna fight me again today?
Or do I gotta show you the captain with another girl first?”
You stop.
Slowly turn your head.
Death in your eyes.
“Renji.”
He grins.
“Yes, my lovely violent gremlin?”
You hiss through your teeth:
“I will feed you to a hollow.”
Someone gasps.
Someone else whispers, “AGAIN???”
Renji cackles like you’re the funniest thing he’s ever seen.
⸻
HE KEEPS GOING BECAUSE HE WANTS TO DIE
You try walking away.
But no—
This overgrown red-haired menace trails behind you like a commentary track:
“Damn, you’re mad again?
What happened THIS time?
Did the captain look at you for half a second and you forgot how to breathe?”
You spin around.
“Say ONE more thing and I SWEAR—
I will break your face—
You will need a NEW face—
I will re-arrange every bone—
Don’t test me.”
Renji puts his hands up in surrender: “Oooh scary— but also kinda cute— the captain’s gonna LOVE—”
You lunge.
He RUNS.
The squad watches like they bought front-row tickets.
⸻
BYAKUYA WALKS IN ON THIS… AGAIN
You’ve got Renji halfway cornered against the barracks wall, fists up, eyes wild.
Renji is yelling: “SHE’S UNHINGED, CAPTAIN— I FEAR FOR MY LIFE—”
You yell back: “YOU STARTED IT—LET ME HIT HIM— JUST ONCE— I NEED THIS—”
The room falls into silence like someone hit a mute button.
Because Byakuya has appeared.
Standing there.
Holding documents.
Looking BEAUTIFULLY disappointed.
He glances between the two of you.
Renji: breathing heavily, messy hair, panicked.
You: feral, murder-ready, absolutely not helping your case.
Byakuya exhales through his nose—
VERY softly, but enough to make Renji flinch.
“Abarai.”
Renji stands at attention SO FAST he hits his head on the wall.
“S-sir!”
“Stop provoking her.”
The entire squad loses their minds internally.
You blink. RENJI BLINKS.
Renji whispers: “Bro… BRO???”
⸻
THEN HE TURNS TO YOU
Not angry. Not even annoyed. Just that unreadable noble calm.
“And you. Violence should not be your first response.”
You nod.
“Yes sir.”
Then—with ZERO warning—he adds: “However… considering Abarai’s behavior… I understand.”
RENJI’S JAW DROPS.
The squad collectively GASP-WHEEZES. You go stock-still like a stunned rabbit.
Byakuya gives you the gentlest side glance—
barely there, but enough to make your knees wobble.
“Return to your duties.”
He walks away like he didn’t just pick a side.
⸻
Renji After Byakuya Leaves
He stares at you in horror.
“……Did—did the captain just… DEFEND YOU??”
You shrug, smug as hell: “Maybe he likes me more than you.”
Renji clutches his chest.
“YOU’RE HIS FAVORITE??
THAT’S NOT FAIR—
YOU’RE A MENACE—
I HATE THIS—”
You grin.
“Say something else and I’ll feed you to TWO hollows.”
Renji groans into his hands.
When you spar with Renji, there’s NO holding back.
The instructors just wanted a light drill.
You show up cracking your knuckles like:
“Warm-up? Nah. Let’s see whose ancestors we meet today.”
Renji sighs IMMEDIATELY.
“Why can’t you just FIGHT NORMAL—”
But you’re already swinging.
⸻
The second the match starts, your entire aura changes.
Your eyes narrow.
Your reiatsu spikes.
You grip your wooden sword like you want to break it over his skull.
You charge Renji with ZERO hesitation.
Everyone watching flinches because you don’t fight like a squad trainee—
You fight like you saw a vision of Renji marrying Byakuya and you’re trying to prevent the timeline.
⸻
He’s blocking.
He’s dodging.
He’s sweating.
And between hits he’s yelling:
“WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME—?!”
You swing harder.
“STOP MOCKING MY FEELINGS—”
“I WASN’T—”
“YOU WERE AND NOW YOU SHALL PAY—”
Wood cracks.
Dust flies.
You nearly knock him off his feet.
⸻
People watching are like:
“Is this a… breakup fight?”
“They’re not even dating—”
“WHY DOES SHE HATE HIM LIKE THAT??”
“A Hollow wouldn’t survive this.”
“RENJI definitely won’t.”
Someone else whispers:
“Should we… call the captain—?”
Of course he comes.
Byakuya Kuchiki walks into the training grounds just in time to see you trying to take Renji’s head off his shoulders with a bokken.
Renji, dodging for his life: “CAPTAIN—HELP—SHE’S UNHINGED—”
You: “STAND STILL AND ACCEPT YOUR FATE—”
Byakuya stops.
Watches.
Says NOTHING.
⸻
Byakuya’s Internal Monologue is Just: “…Again?”
He approaches slowly, hands behind his back, expression bored but eyes very fixed on you.
Renji sees him and screams: “CAPTAIN, SHE’S GONNA KILL ME—”
Byakuya, completely unmoved: “She is not.”
You swing.
Renji blocks.
Barely.
Byakuya adds, calmly: “If she wished to, she would have already succeeded.”
THE ENTIRE ROOM GASPS.
RENJI LOSES HIS MIND.
You freeze mid-swing like a glitching NPC.
⸻
You lower your weapon, cheeks hot, breath short, because Byakuya just:
• acknowledged your skill
• defended you
• lowkey implied you COULD kill Renji
• AND sounded almost… impressed?
Renji looks betrayed by the universe.
“CAPTAIN… YOU’RE TAKING HER SIDE AGAIN?? SHE’S TRYING TO MURDER ME—”
Byakuya gives him a single quiet look.
Renji shuts up instantly.
⸻
AND THEN HE TURNS TO YOU.
His gaze softens—barely. Subtle. But enough to make your heart explode.
“Control yourself. You are capable of far more than reckless aggression.”
Translation: “You’re strong. But stop throwing hands like a gremlin.”
You nod violently.
“Y-yes sir.”
He steps past you, his voice low enough only YOU hear:
“Your passion is admirable. But focus it.”
You nearly pass out.
⸻
He gets up off the ground, wheezing.
“I hate this. I hate YOU.
Why does the captain BABYSIT you??
Where is MY praise??”
You twirl your bokken smugly.
“He likes me more.” Renji throws dirt at you.
Days pass and the members are sparring with Byakuya himself, and now it’s your turn.
You Step Onto the Mat Like a Baby Deer
Heart hammering. Mind blank. Hands clammy. Trying to look composed but everyone can see you’re three seconds from fainting.
Byakuya stands opposite you—calm, regal, bored.
Sword lowered.
Posture perfect.
He says: “Begin whenever you are ready.”
Which is insane because you are NOT READY. Your soul is tap dancing.
You Hold Back. Obviously. You swing slow. You hesitate.
You pull your strikes at the last second because HELLO??? That’s BYAKUYA. You’re not about to decapitate your crush.
You’re practically tip-toeing through the fight.
And he notices IMMEDIATELY.
Byakuya blocks a weak strike and says, in the driest tone known to man: “Pathetic.”
OH???
OH EXCUSE ME?????
You freeze.
He continues, voice cool as iced tea: “You fight Renji with far more conviction. Do not insult me with restraint.”
THE WAY YOUR JAW DROPS.
Renji on the sidelines SCREAMING: “YEAH—SHE TRIES TO KILL ME—GO ON, CAPTAIN, LET HER—”
You snap.
You go: “Okay. Rude.”
Byakuya lifts one brow ever so slightly.
You inhale. And then???
You go feral.
You come at him with everything you have. No hesitation. No fear. No crush-induced brain fog.
You SWING.
Fast.
Sharp.
Aggressive.
Your reiatsu flares.
Your strikes whistle through the air.
You actually make Byakuya—BYAKUYA—step back a half-step.
The squad watching goes: “OH? OH SHE’S SERIOUS—”
You’re fighting like he just said your bankai was ugly.
Byakuya’s eyes narrow at you, He parries one hit—
Two—
Three—
But he’s definitely working harder now.
You almost catch him on the shoulder and the entire barracks SCREAMS.
Byakuya straightens, eyes glinting.
“Better.”
You don’t even respond—you’re BUSY TRYING TO WIN.
Your strikes get faster. Footwork sharper. You’re moving completely on instinct.
Byakuya is deflecting cleanly but he’s no longer coasting—
He’s actually engaged.
And every time he blocks you, he murmurs things like:
“Too slow.”
“Left side open.”
“More pressure.”
And you SNARL like you’re fighting for custody.
Then you catch him by surprise.
You feint low—
Pivot— And SLAM your blade forward, stopping an inch from his ribs before he redirects it.
His eyes widen.
Just a fraction.
But YOU SEE IT.
The squad collectively GASPS like it’s a soap opera.
Renji yells: “SHE ALMOST GOT YOU—OH MY GOD—”
You: panting, flushed, feral, adrenaline-drunk.
Byakuya: calm… but now his voice drops a little lower.
“Do not hold back again.” Your heart does a backflip.
The Final Clash You charge him—
He steps forward—
Blades collide with a shockwave of reiatsu—
Dust kicks up—
Everyone shields their eyes— When the air clears???
You’re pinned. Sword at your shoulder. His hand gripping your wrist.
Bodies CLOSE.
Too close.
Your breath catches in your throat. His does not.
He is perfectly steady.
But his voice…It’s softer.
“This… is what you are capable of.”
You melt. Completely. He releases you slowly, almost reluctantly.
His parting words nearly send you into a coma, he turns pausing just once: “Next time, do not make me provoke you into showing effort.”
You stand there staring at him voice on replay in your brain, Renji walks past like: “He basically said fight me like you mean it next time, babe.”
Byakuya’s still in from of you, you see something akin to pity in his eyes. Your eye twitches…
You kick him—hard—right in the chest.
You (snapping): “You do NOT get to tease me!”
He steps back, eyes narrowing a fraction.
You (voice rising, furious): “You and Renji treat my feelings like a game!”
You swing again—your blade slamming into his.
Then again.
And again.
Each strike harder than the last, the impacts cracking through the training hall.
Your reiatsu spikes—wild, shaking, bright.
You look pissed… but also on the edge of crying.
You (breath breaking): “I worked my ass off for you!”
Another strike.
You: “I gave it everything I had—until there was NOTHING left—just so I could be here with you!”
Your grip tightens. Your swing sharpens.
You (choking, angry, hurt): “And you—YOU SMUG NOBLE BASTARD—”
Your blade crashes into his again, sparks flying.
You (voice cracking): “You keep looking at me like you pity me!”
Your eyes shine. Tears tremble on your lashes.
You (shouting): “Well I don’t NEED your pity!”
And then—
You drop your sword and punch him. Square in the face. Hard. His head snaps to the side. Silence.
Your breath freezes in your chest as the fog in your mind suddenly clears. You blink.
Your voice goes tiny, horrified:
You: “Oh my goodness, sir! I’m sorry!”
You stare at Byakuya Kuchiki, horrified at what you’ve done.
Your breath catches.
You (panicked): “Oh my goodness, sir! I’m sorry!”
His eyes are still widened, his cheek faintly bruised where your fist landed.
He opens his mouth to speak—
But you’re already gone.
⸻
You flash-step away
You vanish in a burst of panicked reiatsu.
Not graceful. Not planned.
Just pure emotional flight. You sprint through the barracks, through the hall, down the stairs—
Until you find an old storage room. You look around frantically. Then you see it. A barrel. You don’t think. You climb inside and curl up like a raccoon hiding from rent collectors.
⸻
Inside the barrel. You grip the rim and whisper-sob into the darkness.
You (rambling):
“I assaulted my captain—oh my god—
I punched him—
I kicked him—
I’m going to jail—
I can live in a bush, I swear—
I don’t need food—
I’ll just photosynthesize—”
Your breathing is fast, shallow. Your tears fall on your knees. You rock gently, losing your mind.
You: “Stop crying—STOP—
you absolute idiot you HIT him—
I’m going to die—”
You hear footsteps. You freeze.
⸻
Byakuya enters the storage room. The door slides open with a soft shhk.
His spiritual pressure is faint but controlled—clearly lowered so he doesn’t overwhelm you. He stands in the doorway.
Silent. Calm. Deadly composed.
Byakuya (quietly):
“…You are not difficult to find.”
You slap a hand over your mouth.
You whisper:
You: “No I’m not.”
You absolutely are.
⸻
He steps further in His haori brushes the wood as he walks.
You: “People come here to this squad because they look up to you.”
You shake your head hard, tears falling.
You: “Because they want to be you…”
Your breath hiccups. Your fist tightens.
You (whispered, raw): “I just wanted you.”
Byakuya goes perfectly still.
Frozen. Not with fear. Not with disgust. With realization. You cry harder, voice breaking.
You: “I have no idea what I’m doing anymore.”
Your knees wobble.
Your breath collapses.
⸻
Byakuya catches you, He moves faster than you’ve ever seen him —
one hand catching your elbow, the other steadying your waist.
Your forehead drops forward— your vision swims—
your breath stutters in short, broken gasps.
Byakuya (soft, low): “Breathe.”
You try.
Nothing comes in.
You whisper:
You: “I think…”
Your voice is faint.
You: “I think I’m going to pass out…”
Your fingers cling to his haori without meaning to. He does not pull away. He shifts even closer, hand rising to your jaw.
⸻
His forehead meets yours
Gently. Purposefully. Shockingly intimate. Your breath stalls.
His voice drops to a whisper meant for your soul only.
Byakuya:
“Stay with me.”
You tremble. Your noses almost touch. He inhales slowly — guiding you.
His hand at your waist tightens just slightly, anchoring you upright.
Your voice breaks.
You: “…sir…”
He breathes out — a soft, shaken exhale.
Then, quietly:
Byakuya: “Do not call me that. Not right now.”
Your pulse stutters.
You (bare whisper): “What… should I call you…?”
His forehead presses more firmly to yours.
Byakuya: “My name.”
You gasp.
You: “Byakuya…?”
His eyes flutter shut. His breath shivers.
⸻
The admission
He pulls back just enough to look at you. Not above you. Not beyond you. At you.
His voice is barely audible.
Byakuya: “I noticed you long before you believed I did.”
Your breath breaks.
He brushes another tear from your cheek with his thumb.
Byakuya:“Your focus. Your stubbornness. Your devotion.”
Your heart pounds hard enough he can feel it.
Byakuya: “I saw you.”
Your lips part — nothing comes out.
He continues:
Byakuya (soft, truthful): “I did not understand why I could not ignore you.”
Your knees weaken again.
His grip on your waist steadies you.
Byakuya:“And when I tried… it unsettled me.”
You stare up at him, shaking.
You: “Why… didn’t you say anything…?”
His thumb grazes your lower cheek, almost to your mouth.
He answers honestly.
Byakuya: “Because I did not understand my response to you.”
His voice deepens—quiet, vulnerable.
Byakuya: “You changed something in me. Long before today.”
Your breath disappears. Your world tilts.
Your fingers clutch his haori like you might fall without him.
Your breath trembles against his.
Your forehead is still pressed to his, your noses brushing lightly each time you inhale.
Your voice is barely there:
You (whisper): “…Byakuya…”
His eyes lower to half-lidded softness.
Your name leaves his lips in the same tone:
Byakuya (quiet, warm): “…Yes.”
Your chest tightens.
Your fingers curl into his haori.
He watches the movement— watches you—
with an expression you’ve never seen on him before:
Open. Unmasked. Faintly shaken.
His thumb traces the edge of your jaw again. Every touch is delicate—careful—as if you might break.
⸻
He leans in Slow. Measured. Beautifully intentional.
The air between you disappears. His forehead presses a little shift lower— your temples touching, your noses gliding against each other. His breath warms your lips.
His hand on your waist tightens, guiding you closer—
closer— close enough to make your knees buckle. You tilt up instinctively. He tilts down.
Your mouths hover— barely a breath apart.
Byakuya (whisper against your lips): “…May I—”
He doesn’t finish. He doesn’t need to.
You exhale a trembling “yes” without even forming the word. Your lips part— He closes the last inch—
⸻
THE DOOR EXPLODES OPEN
SLAM.
A voice shrieks down the hallway:
Renji Abarai: “CAPTAIN—ARE YOU IN HE— OH— OH HELL NO—WHAT IS THIS?!”
You jump so violently you knee Byakuya’s thigh. He snaps upright—tall, composed, furious in silence.
You stumble back, face burning, breath hitched. Renji stands frozen in the doorway, eyes bulging, hands in the air like he walked into a crime scene.
Renji: “ARE YOU— ARE YOU TWO—WHAT— WHAT IS HAPPENING—?!”
The whole squad did not expect a young woman to walk in,sure they weren’t expecting anyone new—but what stopped them was that,the woman asked for ghost,and not with just that name,she asked for Simon. And the rest was comical.
“Did I hear that right ey’?” Johnny murmured to Kyle as he nudged his shoulder,mirroring his shocked face
“I think we did..”
“Lieutenant having a missus?”
“No way,you’re imaginin-“
“Si!” Your excited tone interrupting their gossip time while you walked over to Simon,who was now already guiding you away to his office.
“What yer brought me birdie?” Simon questioned as he opened his office door,standing aside to let you in first and closing the door after.
“You forgot your lunch at home,and i was on the way to get some toys for nessa—so i figured i would give this to you myself” You explained and giggled when he pulled you into his lap.
“Missed m’wife,too much.”
“You saw me not even 4 hours ago—“
“Don’t care.”
“Wife?!who’s nessa?” Outside whisper yelled Soap as he nudged towards the locked door closer.
“Probably their dog,you twat” Kyle interjected with a scowl and continued listening.
Suddenly the door opened as they stumbled into the room,only to be met with Simon’s unbothered but facepalmed expression.
“What are yer idiots doing down ‘ere?”
“We—“
“You hid your wife from us?!” They both exclaimed as they stood up,now peeking inside Simon’s office.
“I didn’t hide anything,noone ever asked.”
“I should get going sweetie”you walked to the door with a smile,giving the others a little wave and a nod—“or nessa’s going to have a fit,’s almost her bed time”
“I’ll see you both at home,yeah?” He murmured and caressed your back with his hand.
“We’ll bake you something hm?”you replied with a glint in your eye as you two started walking.
Simon’s expression softened and nodded behind his balaclava,moving aside to walk with you again,but not before giving the guys a little look,and based on their bewildered expressions,that made his day.
Okay maybe he should have just told them he had a wife and a kid,but this moment right here?was priceless to him,besides—she was his lucky charm,tucked away just for him,in their own world.
Good evening to you. I thought about writing you many times but never had the courage to do so 😅 I saw a TikTok Trend some time ago and thought about the Reaction from our beloved task Force 141. How would they react when you "accidentally" sent them the message "He just left our house, you can come now. He'll be gone for some time". Basically pranking them by implying something shady. You can ignore this if it's weird of course. Thank you for your time and amazing writing 🙏😊
I'm so glad you finally got the courage to send in a request because I had so much fun with this one! Many many thanks because I pretty much cackled and giggled the whole time I wrote this. I'm not exaggerating. I adored this prompt. It not only gave me room for a little humor, but it also gave me the opportunity to be a little naughty!
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Task Force 141 x Female Reader
Content & Warnings (per the warnings MDNI): established relationship, pranks & shenanigans, suggestive themes, mild sexual content, dirty talk, dirty thoughts, swearing, possessive behavior
Word Count: 1.5k
ao3 // main masterlist // imagines & what if series
John Price
Five minutes.
Five. Minutes.
Five minutes and you're already causing problems.
John isn't surprised. Not in the least. Sometimes, you enjoy being on your worst behavior just because it stirs him into a frenzy.
John is sitting at a stoplight, staring down at his phone screen. A car honks but he ignores it.
He's gone. Come over.
There isn't anyone else. John knows this explicitly. Not because he completely trusts you—which he does—but because he knows your exact location at all times. He knows what you search on your phone and what things you look at on the internet. And because he knows that, he knows you're just trying to take the piss.
Locking his phone screen, John turns on his blinker. A few turns later and he's back home, marching through the door. He's not mad. Far from it. You just need a good lesson—a good spanking. Over his knee with a bare ass. That way he can watch it bounce, watch as you wiggle and squirm, hear you whimper, and watch as your arousal grows with each strike.
Then, and only then, will he keep you under him. Which is what you want anyway.
John walks silently and with purpose, approaching you as you casually lounge on the couch.
"You're home early."
John ignores the jab. "You're on one today, cabbage."
"Whatever do you mean?"
John holds up his phone. "Think I'm going to believe this?"
Your eyes widen but John can see the bluff. "I meant to send that to—"
"To me," interrupts John. “You meant to send it to me.”
"To a friend,” you correct, but John notices the smile you attempt to hide. “I meant to send it to a friend.”
No. You wanted John to come home—to be a bit neurotic, even a little possessive.
"Fine," growls John. "I'll bite."
He places one hand on the top of the back cushion while the other rests above your head. He leans in, lowering his voice.
"Who do you belong to?"
"You."
"Show me you mean it."
You tuck your knees in, drawing back your top and removing your lounge pants. When they're gone, you spread wide, revealing your glistening pussy. Your arousal is clear, and John cannot wait to sink inside.
"That's my good girl."
John "Soap" MacTavish
You sent the texts not long after Johnny left for work.
He’s gone. Won’t be home for hours. Come over.
At first, you believed that Johnny would get those texts and immediately turn around, to head home and bust down the door. He did no such thing. He didn’t even respond. Not a peep from him. You spent the rest of the day in limbo, unsure if Johnny received the texts at all.
So, when he does come home, you expect him to say something.
“Hey you,” he murmurs, going in for a kiss.
“How was work?” you ask.
“Good,” he replies, heading down the hall to the bedroom. “Had a briefing. We’ll be heading out for a mission next week.”
“Do you know when exactly?” you ask.
“Tuesday!” he calls back.
Nothing. This man is completely glossing over the fact that you sent those texts to him. When he reappears in nothing but a pair of sweatpants, you nearly swoon at his bare chest and stomach.
“What did you get up to today?” he asks, sauntering over to grasp your hips and pull you close.
“Nothing much,” you reply, and Johnny hums in reply, placing a kiss on your forehead.
“You know,” he says after a beat, fishing out his phone from his pocket. “You did send me a few odd texts earlier.” He taps away at the screen at turns it around to show you.
The texts you sent are right there, glowing brightly.
“Oh, those—”
“I checked the cameras.”
“Cameras?” you choke. “What cameras?”
Johnny grins and then he’s tapping away at his phone again. When he shifts the screen around, you see yourself and him in real time. You turn to the corner of the room from where the feed is coming from.
“I never saw anyone come over. But I did see this.”
Tapping again, he changes to an earlier time during the day. It’s a feed of the bedroom, and you’re masturbating. Johnny ups the volume and you hear yourself moan.
“There’s this, too,” he says, switching to the night before when he had you on all fours, ass in the air.
“Johnny!”
He tightens his hand on your hip, keeping you close. Lowering his voice, Johnny grins. “Try again, love.”
Simon "Ghost" Riley
You watch from the window as Simon’s car pulls out of the drive. You wait until he turns the corner before unlocking your phone and selecting his name.
He’s just left. Come over.
With a wicked grin, you hit send, knowing that the texts will reach Simon any second. Leaning against the window, you wait, and then smile wider as Simon’s car sharply turns the corner and speeds down the street back to the house.
He’s hardly parked the car before he’s exiting the vehicle, storming toward the house, malicious intent clear with every step. With a triumphant giggle, you rush to the bedroom and flop onto the bed, pretending that you’re up to nothing at all.
You hear the front door slam, then Simon’s thunderous footsteps followed by doors opening and closing. Sprawling out across the bed, you tap away at your phone, acting like you're not bothered at all.
When he appears in the doorway, you deliberately ignore him for five long seconds before you casually turn your head and smile.
"You're home early," you observe.
Simon looms in the doorway. "What the bloody hell was that text about?"
"What text?" you shrug, all innocence.
Simon, deadpan, replies "He's just left. Come over."
"Oh. That was for a friend."
"Which friend?"
"A friend."
Simon slowly walks up to the side of the bed. "You're fucking with me."
"Don't know what you're on about, Simon."
The murderous demeanor you saw earlier melts away, leaving behind a mischievous glint that you know all too well. With a viper-like quickness, Simon grasps your ankle and yanks you to the end of the bed.
"Simon!" you shriek, but he's already flipping you over onto your stomach.
He plants both knees on either side of you, keeping you trapped beneath him, his large hands coming down on your wrists to pin them above your head.
"Was last night not enough?" he asks, voice a gruff whisper. "Or do you need another lesson?"
You lift your head as Simon transfers both wrists beneath one hand. He has his phone, tapping away at the screen.
'What are you doing?"
"Telling Price I'm not coming in."
"But you're scheduled."
Simon locks the phone and then tosses it to the side. "He'll understand." Pressing his lips to the shell of your ear, his voice drops to a breathy whisper. "I have a woman to breed."
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
It's cruel, perhaps. Even mean. But getting Kyle worked up is so goddamn sweet.
He’s protective, sometimes even a bit possessive, and nothing is hotter to you than watching him stake his claim.
Which is why you sent those texts in the first place—a way to make his heartrate spike.
He just left. He'll be gone for hours.
Kyle bursts through the bedroom door, his chest heaving as if he just ran several miles.
“Where are they?” he asks, voice a growl.
Kyle heads for the bathroom. Throwing open the door, he storms inside, but finding nothing, retreats back into the bedroom.
"Where's who?" you ask in mock innocence as Kyle opens the closet, pushing aside clothes as if he’ll find someone hiding there.
Kyle exits the closet, hands on his hips. “I saw the texts.”
“What texts?” You casually retrieve your phone, already knowing what you’ll find there. Opening up the messaging app, you click on Kyle’s name, and laugh.
“Sorry,” you giggle. “I meant to send that to a friend.”
Kyle’s eyes shut, and the sigh he makes is so loud you laugh harder. Clutching his own phone in his hand, Kyle shakes it in his fist.
“You’re having a laugh,” he says.
"No," you giggle. "Just a mistake."
That thin line becomes a smirk. Kyle tosses his phone onto the bed and you immediately know you’re done for.
“I know you, love. Think you’re clever, yeah?”
He saunters forward, and you push up onto your hands, sliding back along the bed.
“Kyle,” you warn.
“Tricking me just to get me home. For what? Think I’m going to bend you over the nearest surface and fuck you?”
Yes. That’s exactly what I think.
You scoot away, sinking into the pile of pillows at the head of the bed. Kyle matches your movements until he’s nearly horizontal over you.
“You’re right,” he continues. “I will.” His gaze roams over your body and then returns to your face. “But first, I’m going to train you into never making a silly mistake like that ever again.”
