I decided to do my Bleach selfship here where Kyouraku and Jushiro are just admiring the rain with Tala.
There's just something soothing about the rain to the three of them and Tala just having this fondness for watching it bleeds into their husbands who like to admire the rain with them
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hitsuhina week 2021: @hitsuhina-week (belated) gift exchange
rating: k
for: @canariie
author’s note: hello! i’m so sorry this is so late, but i hope you enjoy this domestic fluff piece! i haven’t written hitsuhina in years but i still adore them as much as ever, so i hope this is as in character as possible.
The rays of the bright morning sun kiss his sleeping figure, urging him to return to consciousness. A soft groan escapes his lips as he forces his eyes to open, slightly disoriented by the sudden waking. He blinks a few times, his vision soon clearing as he stares up at the ceiling. It doesn’t take long for him to finally comprehend his surroundings.
He can hear the soft snores of her next to him, alongside the incredible warmth snuggled against his side. His arm feels a little sore after supporting most of her weight, but he doesn’t dare move. Instead, he twists his head only slightly to look down at her, coming face to face with a mop of dark brown tresses.
It appears she’s only shifted closer to him during the night, remaining glued to his side as he feels one of her legs stretched on top of him. He doesn’t really mind though; having Momo wrapped up in his arms is his favourite place to be.
But as he glances at the clock hanging on the wall facing their bed, he knows he cannot stay here much longer. There is far too much paperwork he still has to complete thanks to Matsumoto’s regular indolence, and Ise has sent each division notices about overdue documents needing to be completed.
Toshiro lets out a soft grumble in irritation at the thought.
He really doesn’t want to leave Momo here alone in bed when it’s supposed to be their day off. He knows she’ll understand his reasons for departing so soon, she always does. But for once, he’d like to neglect his duties if it meant he could have a few more minutes with her.
A quick glance at the clock again tells him that his time is up, and there’s no room for further delay. Perhaps if he finished this fast enough, he could return to Momo’s warm arms.
With that thought in mind, Toshiro gathers up the resolve to leave the cocoon of warmth he’d been engulfed in. He glances around for a way to move without waking her, only to find that she’s snuggled even closer into his side.
Toshiro smiles to himself a bit.
Five years ago, he wouldn’t have imagined she’d be such a clingy sleeper. They may have slept in the same room as children while living with their grandma, but that was different. Obaa-san had always opted to sleep in the middle as she let them cuddle against her.
Since then, they’d never shared the same sleeping quarters until Momo had asked to move in with him. That first night had been admittedly quite awkward. Toshiro hadn’t wanted to overstep boundaries by accidentally taking over her side of the bed (he’d been told by obaa-san before that he was a bit of a blanket hog), so he had placed a pillow in between them while Momo was getting ready.
He could remember her reaction to it very clearly, her expression shifting from shock to disappointment, to slight hurt, and he hadn’t known how to remedy it.
“Toshiro-kun?” she’d asked, unmoving from the door as she stared at the set up of their bed.
“Yeah? What’s wrong, Momo?” he asked, a bit hesitant.
She turned to look at him, biting her lip.
“Are we sleeping with that pillow in the middle tonight?”
He scratched the back of his neck, taken aback by her disappointed reaction. He’d thought that she was aware of his blanket problem, or maybe a bit uncomfortable with sharing the bed so soon since they hadn’t for a long while now. But apparently not.
“I thought it would be more convenient for you, but I can remove it.”
She frowned, “Convenient? Why?”
“Are you not uncomfortable with sharing the bed already?”
“I was the one who asked to move in with you, Toshiro-kun. I wouldn’t have asked if I were uncomfortable with sleeping with you,” she explained, the hurt dissipating into understanding.
“Both ways,” she muttered under her breath, so softly that anyone else with untrained hearing wouldn’t have heard. But he had, and the tips of his ears turned red at the thought. They hadn’t reached that stage yet, but he could foresee it happening in the near future.
“I’m sorry for misunderstanding, Momo,” he apologised sincerely, “I should have asked you first.”
She smiled at him, shaking her head as she moved over to the bed. Momo lifted the pillow dividing the bed and placed it above hers, climbing into the bed.
“It’s alright, Toshiro-kun. But now that’s out of the way, I can do this.”
He didn’t know what he’d been expecting but certainly not Momo boldly wrapping her arms around him to cuddle as she tangled their legs together. Toshiro had noticed that since the beginning of their relationship, maybe a little while before that, she’d grown somewhat bolder. It was a refreshing development, seeing the usually so polite and shy Momo grow more confident in herself again.
This confidence included taking a lot of initiative in their relationship, much to his surprise. He was usually the more direct one of the two, but Momo had switched their positions and swept him off his feet. He wasn’t complaining though.
Toshiro would never admit it out loud, but Matsumoto had been right. If Momo hadn’t made the first move, he wouldn’t have made one to begin with. He hadn’t wanted to burden her with his feelings, not since she was still recovering from Aizen’s betrayal. All he’d wanted was to ensure she was safe and happy, even if it wasn’t with him.
Yet as luck would have it, she’d found both with him.
And he would spend his long years of living ensuring that she always would.
When he woke up the next morning, he’d found Momo still snuggled in his arms, as though she hadn’t moved the entire night. It was then that he began to realise that he’d been an idiot for thinking she would be uncomfortable. All this time, she’d wanted the same thing as he: to fall asleep and wake up in each other’s arms.
It’s unfortunate that this morning however, Momo would be subjected to an empty bed as he’s forced to attend to work duties early on. That is, if he’s even able to wriggle out of her hold.
One of her arms spread across his chest has tightened around him, leaving him unable to slide out without prying her hands off him. Instead, he decides to work on freeing his legs first. Perhaps that will cause her to roll over just a little.
With much effort, Toshiro begins his escape. Fortunately for him, Momo isn’t applying as much pressure with her leg as she had been, allowing him to slide one of his legs away. He awkwardly tries to slide his other leg away, his right foot already brushing the edges of the wooden floor.
He’s only managed to free both his legs from under her when the hand across his chest grips onto his shirt, giving him pause. Toshiro looks down to see her tugging him back, the leg sprawled over him moving beneath the sheets to find his freed legs. Her eyes are still closed but she seems intent on keeping him in bed.
“Where are you going, Shiro-chan?” he hears her sleepily ask, her voice croaky from hours of misuse. She grips tighter on his shirt, trying to pull him closer to her.
“I have to finish off some paperwork, Momo,” he tells her gently, although without resisting her effort to pull him back. After all, how can he resist her?
Momo still doesn’t open her eyes, instead shaking her head. She shifts closer to him, burying her face in the crook of his neck. The scent of peaches wafts strongly against his nose, a scent he’s strongly acquainted with home.
The more she acts like this, the more his resolve to step out of bed dwindles.
“Rangiku-san can do it,” she mumbles, her warm breath fanning against his neck.
He hums softly, bending his head down to press a soft kiss against the top of her head.
“It’s because of her that I have to do it myself.”
Momo buries her face against him even more, shaking her head. She swiftly locks her legs around him, catching him off guard with her iron grip. It’s not often that he experiences her being so possessive, but he quite enjoys the experience.
“Stay with me, Shiro-chan,” she says, squeezing his side.
“Momo, I-”
“Please?”
He can just imagine the pout she’s sporting without even seeing her face, and immediately his resolve disappears. It’s not as though he’d been putting up much of a fight anyway. Ise and the paperwork can wait, there are more important matters for him to attend to.
With that in mind, he surrenders completely to Momo’s warmth.
Toshiro pushes himself back into the bed, shifting to get comfortable again. He turns a little on his side, allowing himself to scoop her into his arms as he holds her tight against him. Now that he’s much taller, Momo feels so petite in his arms.
Momo squeezes him as he rests his chin on top of her, sighing. He closes his eyes.
Matsumoto can take care of the work just as she should’ve. This is where he’s supposed to be.
His whole body relaxes. Toshiro’s breath simultaneously evens out with Momo’s and the pair soon surrender to the welcome embrace of a morning slumber.
//
As though it’s déjà vu, the sun's rays shine brightly against her eyelids. It pulls her from the depths of her peaceful sleep, forcing her back into reality. With great effort, she flicks an eye open, wincing at the bright light before she opens the other. She blinks furiously, trying to readjust to her surroundings.
Her body feels awfully heavy, both from hours of oversleeping and the strong arm wrapped tightly around her waist. Momo looks down to see Toshiro’s arm clutching her waist, and she smiles to herself.
Normally neither are too touchy in public, but once they’re alone and away from prying eyes, she can become particularly clingy. But she’s not the only one. Over the years they’ve spent together as lovers, she’s come to learn that her Toshiro really enjoys placing her arm around her waist.
He’s also especially fond of spooning her in bed, with him as the big spoon as he keeps her enveloped in his arms. They hadn’t exactly spooned last night, but she can just tell that neither had separated from each other’s side despite the sheer size of their bed.
Momo’s gaze shifts from his arm to look right at his face, her smile growing fonder. His peaceful look is something she’s only privy to, especially when he’s known to always glare or look somewhat grumpy to his subordinates. But during sleep is when he finds true peace, allowing himself to be fully vulnerable under her watchful eye.
She knows that she could probably stare at his face all day if she could, but he’s particularly sensitive to her gazes. Sometimes she’ll just be staring at him from afar, and suddenly his eyes will snap to hers with a brow raised.
Though interestingly enough, he hasn’t seemed to notice her staring yet. Surely he should be awake by now?
“Are you enjoying yourself, Momo?”
His husky voice, ridden with hours of sleep, startles her that she almost jumps in surprise. He hasn’t opened his eyes yet, but she can see the faintest curl of the sides of his lips.
She pouts, lightly pushing his shoulder. “How long have you been awake?”
He opens a turquoise eye to look at her.
“Long enough.”
Momo reaches forward to gently caress the side of his face, watching as he nuzzles his cheek against her palm.
“I did though.”
“Hmm?”
“I enjoyed looking at your sleeping face, Shiro-chan,” she admits, her gaze never leaving him.
He raises a brow, cheeks beginning to flush a little pink.
“You did?”
Momo nods, smiling at him. “You’re very relaxed and peaceful when you sleep.” She lightly traces the dip between his eyebrows. “There are also no wrinkles,” she teases.
“I don’t have wrinkles.”
She raises a brow, her eyes twinkling in mischief. “Are you sure you don’t? You do tend to frown a lot.”
“You can blame Matsumoto for that.”
At the mention of Rangiku’s name, Momo’s eyes widen. She can vaguely recall having woken up earlier this morning actually, but she remembers Rangiku’s name being spoken clearly.
She tears her gaze away to look at their wall clock, a soft gasp escaping her lips.
Toshiro moves slightly to sit up, looking at her. “What’s wrong, Momo?”
She looks at him, her eyes still wide. Oh no. It’s already two o’clock, far later than either of them have ever slept before. Not to mention that she’d seen the notice Ise had given his division on Friday about the overdue paperwork that needed to be completed and submitted by three o’clock on Sunday.
It was highly unlikely that Rangiku had done it herself, leaving Toshiro in charge of the matter. But he had been here with her this whole time, sleeping.
Momo bites her lower lip in guilt.
“It’s already two…”
He raises a brow, nodding slowly. “It is.”
“Toshiro-kun, don’t you remember? You had those stacks of paperwork you needed to submit by three today. I’m not too sure Nanao-san will be too happy about the delay.”
Toshiro doesn’t reply immediately, opting to gaze at her silently for a few moments. It slightly bothers her, the way his expression doesn’t change as he stares, and how he hasn’t said anything yet. Is she the only one who sees the issue here?
Then suddenly, he shakes his head as he lets out a soft chuckle.
Momo blinks, confused.
“Toshiro-kun?”
“Did you really think I didn’t remember?”
She frowns. “I know you wouldn’t, but I don’t understand why you’re still here then if that’s the case.”
He reaches out to lightly ruffle her already messy morning hair, catching her off guard. Why is he acting so nonchalant about this?
“That’s because of you.”
“Me?”
He nods. “Yes, you.”
Momo scrunches her nose, pointing to herself. “I don’t understand how I could be the reason when I’ve been asleep this whole time.”
“No, you woke up earlier when I did.”
“I did?”
Toshiro nods, “I tried to get up to do that paperwork but then someone refused to let me go.”
She blinks at the revelation, frowning.
“I don’t remember that.”
“I don’t expect you to.”
He shrugs, sitting up more to rest his back against the headrest.
“But you did pull me back to bed and told me to stay with you. You also said that Matsumoto would do the paperwork.”
Ah, that must be why she remembers Rangiku’s name. She’d uttered it out loud earlier this morning, as a protest against Toshiro leaving her side according to him.
The truth makes her blush in slight embarrassment. She knows she can be clingy, but never to this extent. Momo only hopes that he hadn’t minded it. It’s her fault now that Toshiro couldn’t do his work.
But before she can look down and allow herself to take all the blame, Toshiro’s hand comes to gently tilt her chin up to look at him. She blinks, staring into his eyes in confusion, but his eyes are warm.
He rubs her cheek with his thumb. “Don’t blame yourself, Momo.”
“But I-”
He shakes his head before she can fully protest.
“I wasn’t putting up much of a fight either. I didn’t exactly want to spend my Sunday morning doing paperwork Matsumoto should’ve done when I could be staying in bed with you, so I’m glad you asked me to stay.”
Toshiro leans forward to press a soft kiss against her forehead, Momo closing her eyes at the contact. His lips are warm to the touch, far less chapped than anyone would initially expect. They’re soft and supple and feel especially good against her own.
“I don’t think Rangiku-san’s finished it. She probably forgot.”
He cracks a smile as he pulls away, nodding in agreement. “I don’t expect her to have remembered it either. But it doesn’t matter. The paperwork is Matsumoto’s responsibility first and foremost, not mine.”
She scrunches her nose when she realises his train of thought, lightly swatting his shoulder.
“Shiro-chan, that’s rude.”
“But it’s true, isn’t it? It’s been decades but she still hasn’t changed.”
Momo can’t find room to argue when it’s true. As a lieutenant, completion of a majority of the division’s paperwork fell under their job description, not the captain’s. While lots of captains and lieutenants tried to divide the work between them, oftentimes the captain became too distracted with other responsibilities that the burden fell on their vice’s shoulders instead.
Luckily for her, Shinji was pretty good at multitasking. He often tried to lessen the load on Momo by doing as much as he could, which she was grateful for. On the other hand, Rangiku had never been known to enjoy paperwork or administrational duties like she had. Rather, she had a particular tendency to drink large amounts of sake when she could, leaving her unable to complete her duties.
As a result, Toshiro had often been burdened by doing everything himself. Momo tried to pop by and help him a couple of times, but he was stubbornly against her help. He’d argued that she did enough paperwork on her own already, he wasn’t about to let her do some more.
Even still, she could see how much it drained him sometimes. Rangiku had been getting better at doing it over the years, but she still had her habits.
“Mm, I suppose so,” she admits quietly, sitting up next to him to rest her head on his shoulder.
“So a day for sleeping in with you shouldn’t be a problem. Kyoraku won’t mind.”
She nods in agreement. Kyoraku was a lot less strict than Yamamoto had been, while Nanao had become his stricter right hand.
“I think we should do this again.”
“Do what again?”
Momo smiles at him, “Sleep in again. We’ve never woken up this late before.”
Toshiro muses to himself quietly, before letting out a soft hum. They are both quite early birds, though Momo liked to sleep in a little more whenever she had her days off.
“Alright then.”
She grins, wrapping her arms around one of his. “How about we also stay in bed the whole day today?”
“The whole day?”
“You don’t have anything planned today do you?” She raises a brow at him, only to be met by a shake of the head.
“Not that I recall, no.”
“Good,” Momo smiles. “Then yes, we can stay in bed the whole day today. It’s called a Lazy Sunday, Shiro-chan.”
“What about food? Don’t we need to eat?”
“I can ask someone to get us food. Are you hungry right now?”
Toshiro shakes his head, “Not at the moment. But I think you are.”
At that, her stomach begins to let out a low growl, yearning for food to quench its hunger. Momo’s hands immediately fly to cover her stomach in embarrassment, her cheeks burning up.
He only looks at her with a slight smirk, to which she pouts as she swats him away.
“I may be a little hungry.”
“That doesn’t sound like a little.”
She huffs, “Okay maybe not. But I’ll go ask someone to get us food first.”
Before Momo can call out however, he places a hand over hers. She looks at him with a brow raised.
“How about we go get something to eat together, and go back to bed when we’re done?”
Truthfully she doesn’t want to leave the bed at all, but the longer she sits here, the louder her stomach cries. It continues to prod her for food and she doesn’t want to reach the point where her stomach starts to ache from hunger.
Momo sighs in reluctance. “I guess we’ll have to.”
Toshiro eyes her in amusement. “We’ll come straight back here after, Momo. Don’t worry.”
He begins to open the covers, slipping out of the bed in one fluid movement. Toshiro extends a hand out to help her get up, grasping her hand tightly to keep her steady.
“And then we can have our Lazy Sunday?”
He nods, kissing her temple. “And then we can have our Lazy Sunday.”
Momo grins to herself, squeezing his hand tight. Today is looking to be a really good day.
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I went back in time through your Kisuke tag. And I was like What when I discovered that Kubo originally intended for him to be Bleach's main antagonist before he retconned stuff.
I’ve since then heard that this was a fan-based rumour, but still, imagine the possibilities...
