#!shinji

[hiyorisarugaki]

grabs her mochi faisu and starts planting smooches

"Geeeez... about time ya got home!" She's huffing and turning bright red as she drops her phone. He's already swept her into his arms and although she's squawking at first, she's resigned to his smooches. He's already started mussing up her hair and she wraps her arms around him.

"Bet ya missed me." She's trying to say she missed him.

@hirako5hinji

[raggedyespada]

*tosses the kid a small bag of chocolates that someone had given him earlier*

At first, Nel was extremely happy to receive the bag of chocolates, all colourfully wrapped and looking terribly inviting– however she had some reason to believe that nothing in life was for free. Especially not in Hueco Mundo full of big, bad arrancars that would always want to eat you.

She squinted up at the man with his hollow and shinigami mixed signature.

“He smells bad, don’tchaknow!” Dondochakka whispered very loudly, pretending to be sneaky as his big eyes loomed obviously at Shinji.

Pesche agreed with this notion. He didn’t want to deal with reiatsu of this nature. “The front side smells like hollow and the backside smells like a Shinigami- he is clearly…”

And the sand siblings came to this infallible conclusion:‌

“A‌ BAD‌ PERSON!”

They pointed dramatically at Shinji, nodding and whispering some more. Despite being a bad person, they certainly didn’t look to be in any hurry to dash away from him.

Nel squinted at him as Dondochakka and Pesche started measuring and sizing him up from his hair, armspans to even his white cloak.

Arrancar? Shinigami?‌ Arrancar?‌Shinigami?

Eventually, the decision weighed in on their pet, who coiled notoriously around Shinji and started drooling all over him.

“Oooooh, if Bawabawa is lickin’ ya that means ya ain’t so bad!! We can have all the sweets!!” Nel clutched the bag in her hand, unable to hide the drool rolling down her face. “Nel Tu is thanking youuu!!”

[hiyorisarugaki]

He turns up outside the door of her apartment exactly on the dot at their agreed-upon meeting time. He has actually arrived earlier but waited at the corner of the block, staring intently at the clock hands on his watch until they finally moved, painstakingly, to rest over the numbers that he has been anticipating all week. He is so eager to see her again.

He is impeccably groomed; neat appearance, wearing her favorite cologne and dressed in pressed slacks, a dress shirt and leather loafers, well-tailored and fitted to his whipcord lean figure. Smart casual for a simple coffee date. A bouquet of bright sunflowers is cradled in the crook of his arms, the large yellow faces freshly cut, misted and cheerily upturned - her favorite. Hanging from his fingers, a paper bag filled with a traditional box of her favorite senbei and okaki, made that very morning from one of the best confectionary artisan shops in Seireitei. He's had to join the long queue just to get his hands on the best selections, but he thinks it is worth the trouble nevertheless; she must have missed having them by now.

He is fully equipped for a date, but still there is a tinge of anticipation and nervousness. The latter is atypical, but he cannot help feeling that way. Just as he cannot stop wondering how she is, how she will react to seeing him now, when the last image he has of her is her in tears, broken and defeated. Thoughts of that day inevitably send a flood of sadness flowing through him, this quiet grief because hurting her has always hurt him, too, and that has never been his intent. Still, that very slight hesitation is drowned out by the crashing yearning that clamors in his soul, just craving to see her again.

He presses the doorbell once, waits for her to answer. When the door finally opens, his gaze is soft upon her. That familiar, beloved face, her feline eyes glowing with surging sentiment not too different from his own, her energy caressing his...

Her name sits in his mouth like it is the most precious thing.

" Hello, Hiyori. "

How have you been? I missed you. I love you.

After that phone call where he agreed to be her date, she has been eagerly waiting for the day to arrive. She had spent her entire therapy session just delighted about the change in her relationship. How excited she was- and… how nervous. She was extremely nervous that she would mess this up.

The last time she had seen him at the doorstep of this apartment, she had been in tears. She had invited him in for coffee, but he had just placed her bag inside the threshold and decided that he should leave. She knew that the reason for that was because he was afraid of the cycle being repeated over and over again. Her inflicting him pain, him calling her out, her apologising and him forgiving her.

This time though, she was not going to ask for his forgiveness until she could promise that she had changed. That this time, there was genuine reassurance from her side that she wouldn’t… wouldn’t draw blood every time she embraced him.

Her fingers paused as she brushed down her hair. Some… less than savoury thoughts had started to creep into her mind and she tried to chase them away. Yes. It was daunting to see Shinji again after so long, but it wasn’t like she could disappoint him in a cafe, right? It was a public place, nice, calm music and a good selection of desserts.

She took a few deep breaths. This will go well.

If she thinks well of herself, she can almost manifest these events. She has to will this to happen. That this date will leave him liking her. That his heart will be flipping madly at the thought of wanting to be with her again. That she has put in all this work for them. Not just for him, but herself, too.

Hiyori realises that if she only tries to do things for Shinji, she never tends to get far. It is why she understands his confusion. If she has loved him, why has he not felt it after all this time? Her heart squeezes painfully inside her chest.

It’s because, all this time, she’s been relying on him to love the loneliness out of her. He met her every step of the way, but she could not seem to stop hurting him with her words. She knew he disliked the name calling, but it still slipped out. She was… just pushing him away all this time. Trying to make herself believe she would always be the one who was left behind and abandoned.

But over the past few months, she had put work into reaching out to her lonely, younger self. Her little bratty, scrappy self that had been wounded too young and not really healed right. Not emotionally, anyway. But she was determined to pour more love into herself. And hopefully… things could work out between her other relationships, too.

I hope he wants to see me. I really hurt him.

She does not know for how long she sits with herself; fair hair falling across her shoulders and staring at the black kitty pin sliding into one side of her bangs. She wants to wow him for the date and has been consciously making an effort to look nicer. Lace-up ankle boots, a pretty red dress that stopped above the knee and her usual red jacket with her name stitched on it. She does look nice, she thinks. But looking nice wasn’t the end goal.

Being nice was.

She can sense his reiatsu long before he arrives and is slightly amused that he has not rang the doorbell yet. Hiyori does a final check of her appearance before running towards the door to open it.

She’s floored.

He looks like he has walked out of a movie poster. Dressed with clothes that fit him perfectly from his swimmer’s shoulders to his narrow waist. Her breath hitches in her throat when she catches sight of the bouquet of sunflowers. The occasions he brings her flowers are rare, but it never fails to move her. The brightness of the blooms lifts her spirit and some of that dread she had felt before… ebbs away.

Shinji would not turn up like this, with flowers and snacks… if he does not want this to work. She swallows the lump rising in her throat. Even after all that has happened between them, he still wants to make things work.

“Hey… Shinji…”

She manages a small, awkward smile. It is hard to know how to talk to him again after so long. Is she even the same, rambunctious girl she had been? Right now… she’s standing by her doorstep and unable to do or think anything beyond the fact that she loves him. She has always loved him. She cannot imagine a world where she would exist and not love Hirako Shinji.

But to express all that will take time. And a lot of effort.

Well, it was a good thing that time was on her side this time and not against it. She steps closer and can inhale his scent again after so long. If she had been less nervous, she would have pulled him into her arms and whisked him away with her. But right now, she knows it is important to make him feel safe with her, as opposed to ravishing him.

“Ya look nice.”

Once he handed the flowers, she went back inside to place them in a jar of water, but the snacks she accepted for their date. They could share them.

“Let’s go get some coffee. It’s been a long time.” Too long.

@hirako5hinji

[hiyorisarugaki]

"Name one fantasy that ya want me 'ta fulfil, hiyoko." B))

"I want us 'ta seriously go 'ta a theme park. And not those lil' country fairs. A proper theme park. Ya keep sayin' yer gonna take me then yer dumb work keeps croppin' up. It's been my dream 'ta take my rightful place as go-kart queen and make ya buy me ice-creams as the winner. Also want some cute plushies like boyfriends get for their girlfriends. And we wear matching couple shirts or sommat disgustingly cute. Also we'll hold hands and end the night back at our home and we can soak our feet in a tub and I'll get ya 'ta wash my hair with some fancy soap. It'll be nice."

[hiyorisarugaki]

Presents to her a bouquet of fried chicken drumsticks when she comes home, topless. 😘

It has been such a long day (of doing absolutely the bare minimum of work in the world of the living) and she trudges back home, ready to soak her feet in the onsen and get ready to greet her husband when he returns. But, today he's beaten her to reaching home first.

She's immediately lured by the smell of chicken drumsticks and hurriedly takes her slippers off at the threshold to skip across the house to find her prize. It doesn't take her long, Shinji's rangy form is sauntering out to greet her -complete with the bouquet of delicious, fried meat and her mouth is watering. But not just because of the bouquet of drumsticks he's holding...

He's only dressed in his hakama trousers at the current moment, hung lower than she expected and finding that the cut of his pelvic bones is so much easier to make out when he's standing...

Hiyori has to take several seconds to admire him (her gaze keeps drifting to his arms and then the chicken bouquet... But daaaaamn...). She immediately tackles him with an array of kisses across his cheeks, her arms around his neck and flashing a fanged grin at him.

"Am I fuckin' dreamin'???! Oi oi!! What's the special occasion? Yer lookin' good enough 'ta eat..." She strokes his chest. "Did ya miss me that much?"

[hiyorisarugaki]

@hirako5hinji

Since she accidentally upset the husband last night she's making passion fruit smoothies, passion fruit cocktails, passion fruit ice cubes in coffees and teas, passion fruit syrup manju and passion fruit fused white chocolate...

Basically one big apology to say how passionately she was in love with him and this wasn't something she rationed. This wasn't something that she was afraid would run out or run away. It seems the harder she clings, the more likely it is that things do slip from her grasp. There is an art to love and romance that she just hasn't mastered. But as Shinji says, it's all about practice. To show, rather than just claim to have these intense feelings. She thinks he will enjoy the break.

After making a whole stack of this flavour, she realises she may have gone overboard (for Hiyori, more is more??) And so, she sighs and bites the bullet and... Heads to the fifth division. Usually she entered that place like a convict and through a window or something to avoid Shinigami, but today... She entered through the barracks. Whilst it was a little embarrassing, carrying her wares like a peddlar, she wasn't stopped. By the end of her walk to the main captain's barracks, her cheeks were a dull red and she was relieved to find Momo and another Shinigami who she asked if they would distribute the majority of her 'wares'. If they found her request off, they did not show it and graciously accepted all her little offerings.

With a passion fruit mocktail in hand, she edged into Shinji's office.

"Hey... 's hot today so I made ya a drink," she added as an explanation for the mocktail in her hand, the water condensing around her hand as the ice melted. Everything was in a glass bottle so it should be perfectly nice to drink.

"Hey Shinji... I know we made up but I'm still sorry for last night." She cut straight through any awkwardness as she placed the bottle on his desk. "Ya wanna take a break with yer best girl?"

[hiyorisarugaki]

" Someone's feelin' unendeared today, I hear- " And he has heard loud and clear - her displeasure is very distinct. Woe be him as the harried husband of a dissatisfied wife, yet as he sidles over to her side, he is smiling. The front of his captain's haori brushes lightly against her back as he closes the remaining distance; long, lanky arms snake slowly around her petite form, tugging her backwards into his perfumed embrace. He enjoys her prickly warmth nestling up against his ribcage, and slouches lower to rub his cheek against hers.

" My bad; m'here now, ready to endear- " A silken drawl, teasing and intimate. Warm lips brushing indulgently over the pinkened shell of her ear. The rich, low whisper of a deeply affectionate tenor, interspersed by a mouth that cannot seem to stop kissing-

" Hiyoko~ " Kiss. " Darlin'~ " Kiss. " Koishii~ " Kiss. " Sweetheart~ " Kiss. " ...Baby. " Kiss. He turns her little round face to meet his own, continues to leisurely smother her with his endearments.

" ...Enough, love? Or more? " Kiss. Kiss, kiss, kiss-

Hiyori is in a huff. As usual. Something or someone has set her off and usually, the perpetrator is the love of her afterlife. She doesn’t really ask for much. She lets him go off to his job and spend late hours burning the midnight oil on missions and reports and other essentials that keep his squad members alive. She’s not asking him for every hour of every day. But she does want some attention. Particularly as the years go on and she’s no longer as urgently needed for shinigami business. It is one of the reasons she’s requested to train and perfect her bankai.

It is unknown if you can even learn bankai once you’re hollowfied. Is your soul too mutilated for you to connect with your zanpakuto? But then again… Hiyori is the queen of doing the impossible. If she can survive being bifurcated- her zanpakuto would answer the call to release its bankai.

She wanted to do it for herself- but more so for her friends. For him. The idiot who is already blowing her mind with his warmth and engulfing her in the perfumed confines of his haori. She inhales deeply before  rearranging her face into one of deep disgruntlement.

“Uhuh… sure yer here. Finally ready ‘ta see the monkey,” she mutters, although the usual bite in her voice recedes as soon as his lips start pressing kisses along the tips of her ear, right down to her jaw and neck. Tiny little kisses that were interspersed with the sweetest of endearments. It was an avalanche of tenderness she’s not been prepared for and grips on his wrists. Especially as he whisper-drawls the words she loves the most. Koishii… his wife… Hiyoko… darlin’… baby…

Shit.

She’s being won over so easily. Her moodiness evaporates slowly, but surely and she’s nuzzling his face in return as she turns in his embrace. She’s returning the kisses this time, laughing at the way he’s eager to continue. Her lips melt against his before she shakes her head, fingers stroking his face now that she can see the grin on his face.

“This is enough for now…” she only wanted his attention, she supposes. If she wasn’t so proud, she’d admit it to him. Instead, she blinks and continues to trace the angles of his face. How fond she is of him. She can admit this much though: “I’m happy 'ta see ya.”