Characters: Nanao, Shunsui, Unohana
Summary: Nanao would like some privacy when in the hospital, and Shunsui can't take a hint. Action must be taken.
Pairings: Shunsui x Nanao
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Timeline: Any time you want.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
"Kyouraku-taicho, I asked you to leave."
Shunsui shows absolutely no sign of doing that, and Nanao clenches the white linen sheets of her hospital bed, gritting her teeth.
"Oh, no, Nanao-chan, I am staying right here! There's no way I'm leaving this hospital until you get better!"
Really, Nanao has to be honest with herself: his concern she finds sweet, but cloying. Not to mention downright aggravating. Nanao has always had strong opinions about being smothered. Shunsui knows this, and tries to turn those opinions on their head. It ends badly. Always.
Now, Shunsui is claiming to be Cassandra. He just knew Nanao was going to get hurt if she went on that mission, and now he's telling it to everyone he finds, and absolutely refuses to give Nanao some space in her faintly claustrophobic hospital room. In the space of just sixteen hours, the hovering has gone from a hindrance to absolutely intolerable.
Action must be taken.
Ignoring the screams of her aching ribs, Nanao pushes back her bed sheets and clambers out of bed.
She feels uncomfortable. Her hospital gown only reaches her knees, her hair is loose (necessary, Unohana-taicho and Kotetsu-fukutaicho both assure her, but it still embarrasses Nanao to have her hair down in public) and hanging halfway down her back, and Nanao can't find her glasses, so she has to squint angrily at her captain.
She blames Shunsui for this, all the way.
Nanao crosses the room. Shunsui stares at her and starts to say something about how she shouldn't be out of bed.
The final nail in the coffin.
Eyes narrowed both out of irritation and a need to see properly, Nanao stands on tiptoe, her feet pressing hard against the cold linoleum floor, puts her hand behind Shunsui's neck and kisses him.
While Shunsui is still locked in a catatonic state, Nanao pushes him out of the room and locks the door behind her.
A breath of fresh air ensues.
As Nanao walks back to her bed, she smiles. Shunsui's gotten into the store of plum wine in the cellar of the Eighth division again. It tastes a bit more pleasant than she expected.
An hour later…
The soft musical sound of a key in the lock reaches Nanao's ears, and Unohana-taicho is stepping into the room, tucking what looks to be a master key into a pocket in her haori.
A soft, maternal, and, uncharacteristic for Unohana-taicho, faintly mischievous smile meets Nanao as the senior captain presses the door shut behind her. "Am I to understand," she murmurs as way of greeting, "that Kyouraku-taicho's concerned attentions became a little taxing for your tried patience, Ise-fukutaicho?"
"Very taxing," Nanao asserts emphatically, a thin-lipped smile crossing her face.
Unohana-taicho takes the clipboard off of the foot of the bed. "Kyouraku-taicho," she tells Nanao absently, "seems to be in something of a stupor. If you don't mind, would you tell me exactly what you did to put him in that state?"
Nanao can't resist a roll of the eyes. "Something I'll regret later."
But she's still smiling.