A/N: Hello, my dearies. Now: This is how it works. I am going to write a drabble every morning on my bus ride. Hence the name. Then, I will post it. You are most definitely allowed to give me prompts- however, I prefer canon pairings. Or at least plausible ones. AKA, not GrimmIchi or something else completely improbable. Please, fangirls, do not attack me for saying that. Feel free to give me two or three words, and a pairing. If I can't think of anything to answer a prompt with, I will do a different one.

Disclaimer: Oh, how I wish I owned Bleach. I would be RICH, and therefore able to buy however many Byakuya plushies I want to. However, I do not have that ability- much to my great chagrin.

Snow, flower, ShuNao

The sakura blossoms bloomed in the spring, once the snow had melted and left a barren landscape. The cherry trees- bare branches whistling in the wind, long cold fingers reaching for the sky- had the arduous task of bringing color to the gray-brown ground. This, too, was his job. After the winter ended, the spring came- and with it, the new year began.

It was one thing Shunsui was very good at- sweeping away the cares of war, and presenting her with the sakura blossoms of spring.

"Nanao-chan!! Nanao-chan!! Come sit on the roof with me! The paperwork can be done later and-"

"No, taichou. This is a report on the newest attack in the World of the Living, and it needs to be given to Yamamoto-soutaichou before three. Today. "

"But Nanao-chan! You need to forget about the silly report, and come have fun! Relax! Paperwork is not essential to your happiness, after all. But, since it is my Nanao-chan, I have to wonder. Is it essential to your very being?"

"Of course not, Taichou. Now-"
"But Nanao-chan is essential to my being. And if Nanao-chan keels over from paperwork, where would that leave me?"

"True, I suppose this division wouldn't last without me for more than five days."

"So, to keep you from dying from paperwork, you will come sit on the roof with your Taichou. Now, Nanao-chan! To wash away the memories of… everything that's happening right now. Please, Ise-san?"

The please –and the seriousness- got her. "Well, I suppose... Just this once- to wash away the memories."

After all, she would have a wonderful view of the sakura trees from the roof. They had always been her favourite…

Likey? No likey?

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