“It was no harm no foul, alright?”
He’s a tough guy to crack, people say.
Can never seem to get him to smile, they whisper.
His back is pressed against the bark of the tree behind him, fingers idling with stray hair that falls before his eyes. A tilt of his head, so he can peek over at Urahara. That signature smile of his barely hidden behind a fan.
Was it childish of him to laugh...Maybe.
It’s why he just settles of a crinkle of his eyes--the mask giving away nothing else. He watches the unfortunate subject of Urahara’s latest interest with the barest hint of amusement. He’d just asked for a little payback for the brat that thought himself too good for his class--using it at an opportunity to snore away.
“No harm, no foul.”
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