Jun 13, 2018
" can you stay still ?!"
teeth grit into a snarl as those tiny, little, baby-hands worked mercilessly to get the tangles from his hair. she wasn’t even using a damn brush! amber hues flash in a simmering anger and renji twists—picking rukia up like a football—setting the tiny shinigami on his lap backwards.
toned arms wrap smoothly around her slender waist as he looms over her. never mind the peculiar situation they were in now with their scandalous positions.
‘ like hell i will, rukia! use a brush next time, or don’t bother with my hair at all! jeez, you’re worse than my mother! ‘