#nanaothread

[musicmedicineminder]

From Here @rangikuxmatsumoto​

Nanao doesn’t say a word for now, instead keeps her hand steadily on Rangiku’s shoulder. She knows it’s been rough. The fact this one’s stayed still while the world moves on around her is obvious to Nanao even if it isn’t to her. It’s not just Rangiku either, it’s everyone who was there in one way or another. Nanao moves on without the memories of the war, while everyone lags behind, picking over old wounds. How can she understand, when she was left behind. It’s a heavy feeling, wanting to help, but having no idea how to start. 

She gets a smile for her efforts, and it feels like a start. Even so, the silence starts to linger and prompts Nanao to try and find something to say. It’s tempting to offer platitudes, although she’s smart enough to know that won’t be enough. How can she promise everything will be okay, when so much more is needed. 

“I’m here” she tries, letting out a sigh as she pauses, it feels so generic so insufficient “if you feel ready to talk” 

[allplotsend]

“You act so sure, so unafraid, so…important, as if you can’t be killed just as easily as any other human.” (desk-work-expert/nanao)

Starter Meme [Here] || @desk-work-expert

Tsukishima smiled slightly at the comment, head tilting as if he needed a better angle to view the woman in front of him.

“What good does it do to fear death?” He paused, “You gain nothing from insecurity or from fear, so why should I even bother wasting my time on them? And if that makes me seem important,” he shrugged, “then that’s just an added perk.”

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Zombies versus Humans

@kenpachi-of-zaraki continued from here 

It only took a second for the eerie silence to erupt into chaos. Nanao didn’t see it coming and what’s worse, hardly expected to topple forward into the bulky unyielding frame of her ally. The next second passed in an incomprehensible blur where Nanao could hardly tell up from down or who fired shots. 

The air cleared, although the shouting continued, Nanao realising far too late just where she’d landed. She pulled herself away on reflex, aware of how it looked, her thoughts immediately on what the other’s must think. 

“Sorry” she said, flushed pink “I’ll be more careful”

Another shout echoed across the corridor, catching Nanao’s attention more than perhaps anything else in the last minute or so. If she’d been embarrassed before then this was doing nothing to ease it. 

“I’m no-one” she said, still dusting herself down. She adjusted her glasses  shooting daggers at the bald headed boy with the arrow in his head “and I’m certainly nobody’s side piece”

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From here - @baiika​

The look on Momo’s face renders Nanao speechless, torn between the hurt at being ignored for so long and the guilt for even bringing it up in the first place. It’s been months, and she knows it’s not all Momo’s fault. She never intended for the gap in visits to get this long. It’s been hard to know what to say, let alone how to start things up again when days turned into weeks.

Timidly, she brushes past the apology and holds out a book, as if that can possibly make up for everything. It’s crisp in her hands, the dust jacket still clinging to a cover that depicts the latest volume in a series Nanao knows Momo once followed. She tries for a smile, but it doesn’t quite work, coming out far sadder and awkward than she’d wanted. 

“I bought this for you”

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Continued from here - @mindinmuken

He smirks and Nanao frowns. She doesn’t regret coming to him, despite the teasing. Despite the way it makes her feel. There’s something about how he looks at her that forces her back one hundred years. She’s suddenly younger, less sure than someone of her rank should be. It’s uncanny how he manages to do this to her every time they cross paths and how every timeit ctahces her out. Maybe it’s because he was Lieutenant Yadamaru’s friend first. Maybe it’s how much she’s learnt from him. Either way, there’s always a fear here of losing his respect whether Nanao realises it or not. Regardless, he’s a steady pair of hands; reliable. If anyone can help, then it’ll be him. 

“I do” Her brow stays knitted, eyes watchful, although she does relax a little - reassured by his confidence  “although, I’ll warn you the situation’s a little delicate” 

He’s guessed  the crux of why she’s here, which makes things slightly easier. There’ll be less to explain Although,  it would be unlike her to call on him for  anything else. Perhaps she might have fifty years ago, but she’s more experienced now, despite how he might make her feel. 

“You’re right, it is medical in nature. There’s been an accident, some of our new, unseated recruits...”

She’s searching intently as she trails off, examining his expression and pulling it apart in her head. If there’s any obvious signs of refusal then she’s not seeing them. Although this observation does little to relax her.  She’s out of options. If he turns her down,  then she’s out of options. 

“The others involved would prefer if we didn’t involve the fourth division in this” she adds, anticipating the obvious question and looking over her shoulder as if she’s scared of being overheard. The sooner they move, the better  “hence why I agreed to come to you myself”

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@behindthestrings​

Like for a starter - still accepting 

Nanao doesn’t expect to be disturbed so late into shift. There’s half an hour to go, and her captain took off long ago. In theory, she should be able to wade through these last little bits and get out before anything more lands on her desk. A dusty ray of sun runs across her desk, reminding her how nice it is out there, and how much progress they’ve made. Most of the destruction is gone now, the outside far easier to enjoy. She wants to be away from the office. For once, in many, many months, she wants to relax. 

She’s putting the finishing touches to a few building requisitions when she hears an outer door open and the very sharp clack of heels against the wooden floor. Nanao looks up, expecting to see another lieutenant or maybe a lower seat approaching, her hopes for a peaceful evening outside dwindling with every step. She sighs outwardly, expecting the worst. These last minute requests are never quick fixes or straightforward to deal with.  

It’s not that at all though. 

She recognises the visitor on sight and, it’s the last person she expects. There’s no reason Nanao can think of for this woman to be here. The Royal realm is far more stable than it was when Nanao and the others had left, and the Guard have enough on their plates. She rises from her desk, offers a little bow to the figure in the door, pleased to see her, regardless of reason. 

“Captain?”

[allplotsend]

“Mind if I sit with you? I just lied to someone that I have friends here so I can’t go sit alone” (Desk-work-expert/Nanao)

Tsukishima tucked his bookmarks between well-worn pages and snapped the book shut with one hand. Pleasantly, he smiled at the woman who had interrupted his story.

“You can sit...if you tell me why you lied about having friends here.”

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Shutara sits down beside her on the couch. Using a true hand, she wraps an escaped tendril of Nanao's hair behind her ear.

"Would you like me to make a reservation?" she asks. "I'm afraid I've never actually celebrated this holiday...for a variety of reasons."

She smiles, warmth evident in her face. "I mean...for most of my life it didn't exist...and when it did, well, I was a bit too cautious."

Unprompted starter || Always accepting || @behindthestrings

Nanao blinks at the hand against her temple, still unused to these little acts of care. She considers the question with her usual seriousness. It's only a date, after all even if it's technically the most romantic day of the year.

"We should book, in case there's nothing left when we get there"

The other woman's smile, relaxes her slightly. It's nice to see her excited, Nanao thinks, there's a real novelty to seeing her experience all these little things for the first time. It's why Nanao takes these outings so seriously.

"It's always busy, are you certain you want to go out? There are plenty of ways to celebrate"