She was a sweet girl he first saw her. There had been a mass casualty caused by hollows. While others were running away, she was running towards the danger to get the injured out from the streets. The woman was beautiful, short hair up in a ponytail and strands falling against her face as she pulls the injured behind a car and into safety. She had her head on a swivel as she checked for a pulse and started chest compressions. He watched her for a second longer before going back to killing hollows, per Ikkaku's complaints.

As he finished cleaning up the mess, he went back to watching the girl as she worked on loading people into ambulances. She was precise and organized giving orders to the EMTs as they showed up. She was in street clothes, but you could tell that she was a great healer with the care and love that she gave her patients as they were loaded up.

The second time he spotted her, it was dark out and she was walking home from what he thinks was work. Her blue and purple scrubs made her stand out against the street lights and little shops that were starting to close down. He was walking down the street by himself in his gigai, staying with Urahara was a problem from time to time for him. All the yelling and calling him a mooch was getting on his nerves.

She was looking down at her phone before she sighed and put it in her pocket to continue on her walk. She carried herself with pride and confidence, her head up and shoulders back. She spotted Renji and formed a small smile at him as she passed. She was amazingly cute, with the way her eyes crinkled with she smiled at him and the bounce in her step as she left him in confusion and amazement.

The third time he saw her, he was at a club in the Human World on his day off with some of his friends. Ikkaku wanted to get shit faced in the human world and not worry about work the next day, and Yumichika was reluctant but came along to keep him in line. Rangiku came along as well, and she was caught flirting with the boys at the bar, getting free drinks from them all.

Renji sighed and sipped his sake at the bar and ignored how ridiculous his friends were being. He felt a hand on his shoulder and he looked over to see the girl. He blue eyes shining in the yellow bar lights, her makeup was complimentary her lips, oh God her lips, slightly glossy and plump.

She waved down the bartender and smiled when she was noticed. "Can I get a whiskey on the rocks, please?" She was polite and her voice was like velvet. He was still focused on her lips as she pulled out cash to pay the bartender for her drink. She thanked him, and left to go back to her friends.

Renji's gaze followed her as she swayed in her tight jeans and cute sheer blouse, she still carried herself with confidence and pride like she did the last time he saw her and it was still amazing to him. He couldn't help but stare at her and he could tell he was starting to feel warm from the alcohol that he was drinking.

She sat down with her friend, or maybe her coworkers who cares, he wanted to talk to her. But he was too scared to do it. He usually gets rejected whenever he tried back in the Seireitei, and it hurt his ego.

"Dude you're staring at her hard." Ikkaku slurred as he downed his shots, "Just go talk to her, maybe you would get laid." Renji sputters at him before he grumbles at him.

"What do I even do, let alone say?" Ikkaku looked at him and raised a brow.

"You go up, and you ask her to dance. The music is great to grind up on girl." Renji groaned at him and finished off his sake.

"Fine, but is this fails, you're paying for my drinks." Ikkaku waved him off and ordered another round of shots for himself. He hesitated on leaving his seat. He didn't even know how to dance and it's been way too long since he did anything like this, what was he supposed to do!?

Ikkaku pushed him out of his chair and smirked, "If you don't go and try I will." Renji grumbled loudly so Ikkaku could hear him before slightly stomping away awkwardly.

He walked weaved himself through the crowds of people and towards the dance floor, trying his best not to touch too many people and get stuck in a large groups. He looked around to the tables that she was at before until he caught her dancing on the wood floor with some of her friends, laughing and a little wobbly.

Maybe he should have drank more alcohol.

He continued to weave his way into the crowd and when he was a few feet away from her, he started to retreat. God, he was pathetic, couldn't even dance with a–

Someone caught his hand and pulled him closer to them, or more like clumsily yanked him towards them. Soft and small hand squeezed his as he turned to see what grabbed his hand.

"You can't just come over and not be expected to dance!" she pulled on him once more, leading him to the middle of the dance floor. He smiled awkwardly, and she laughed a little, "If we need to, we can get you more alcohol." She yanked him hard close to her body and he stood still just looking at her. Her eyes were on him and, god those pretty blue eyes had a little bit of hazel in them. They felt so warm and inviting just like she was. Fuck it, he thought and leaned down to place a small kiss on her lips.

She hummed and started to grind and sway on him slowly till his picked up on the hint. He completely let go of his thoughts and went with the flow. His hands quickly found her hips as hers tugged on his hair and gripped his shirt.

This went on for hours as his worries and thoughts melted away because of her. His hand glided over her warm skin as his head started to spin a little from either euphoria or the little alcohol he had but who knows all he was thinking about was the woman that was so close to him. All he could focus on was her...

He never actually got her name…

That thought broke his focus as he opened his eyes to look at her. Her lips were slightly parted and he could slight hear her humming to the song that was playing. She was sweating a little bit, but what did he expect, they were in the middle of a large crowd.

He leaned his head down into the crook of her neck and sighed, "I never got your name." that pulled her out of her daze. She laughed.

"Is that important?"

"It can be."

"Mayumi." She tugged on his hair, "What about your name?"

"Renji."

"Well," she pulled back a little so she could look him in the eyes, "It's getting pretty late, how about we get out of here?"

"And go where?"

Mayumi just smiles.

The light shone through the window slats adjacent from the bed, and it hit him perfectly in the eyes. He thought he could ignore it but it ended up waking him up from his deep sleep. He grumbled and tried to turn to his side but it didn't help at all. He flipped to his stomach and still had a hard time getting comfortable again.

Renji finally opened his eyes and looked around.

This wasn't his home.

Where the hell was he?

He sat up fast and looked at his surroundings. A queen sized bed shoved into the corner of the small room and a night stand right next to it. His clothes were folded nicely on top of the dresser that sat across from the closet.

Where was he?

"Are you up yet?" was that –

Mayumi walked into the room, dressed in full scrubs and trying to put her hair up. "Cool, I got called in for an emergency and –"

"Need me to go huh?" she gave a sympathetic smile.

"Sorry, Renji. I made some coffee and there are some leftover pancakes and eggs from my breakfast if you're hungry. You're clothes are on the dresser and I leave in thirty minutes." He hums. She made some food and left enough for him. How sweet.

"So uh…" he wasn't sure what to say. Last night was great, no doubt but really. He wasn't sure if he wanted to keep it at a one night stand or...

He pressed the heel of his palms into his eyes and groaned before throwing the blanket off of him. She was standing by the mirror that hung by the closet door, trying to put away the crazy strands of hair on the side of her face. He couldn't help but stare at her, how graceful she was just trying to tuck a few stray hairs away.

"I hate to be rude, but hurry up or you're gonna make me late." He straightened up and got out of bed. Trying his best to quickly get dressed, "Your shoes are by the door."

"So uh… I see you out on the street –?"

"You'll see me out on the street then. This shouldn't be something that is awkward, people do it all the time." she shrugged. "Nothing wrong being proud of your activities." She looked over to him and gave him a grin. "There's still food with your name on it, go eat before I have to boot you to the street."

She went back to trying to fix her hair as he walked out of the small room and into the living room and kitchen.

Her apartment was sizeable and very homey. The smell of pancakes and fresh coffee still linger in the air. She must make pretty good money with an apartment like this. The living room was extremely neutral. Three large book stands full of books, both medical and young adult fiction with a few language books and some other oddities. A small couch sat across from a TV and a dinky sliding glass door right next to the couch. She definitely tried to make the best out of her little Tokyo apartment.

He shuffled towards the kitchen, seeing everything all laid out perfectly for him. The plate had two pancakes on it, with a side of scrambled eggs and a hot cup of coffee next to it on the counter. A fork called his name as he realized how hungry he was just by the sight of the food.

He started to shovel food down his throat right as Mayumi walked out of the room. Her name tag rattled on her hip; Mayumi Takashi, right under a picture of her.

"So, you're a nurse?"

"I'm a glorified nurse, really." She chuckled, "I'm a nurse practitioner. So like a doctor with better bed side manners."

"A friend of mine is a doctor." Ichigo. It had been a long time since he has seen him. Maybe he should pay him a visit sometime soon.

"It's a great job, I love the people I work with." She rummaged around trying to find her keys as he finished up his food and coffee.

"So, were extremely sober and it kinda feels appropriate to ask if you'd want to do this again." She popped up from behind the counter with a confused face.

"Which part, the sex or just seeing each other?"

"We can do whatever you're comfortable with." God, that sinking feeling in his stomach was coming back. He looked around for a pen and paper. "I can write down my contact info before I leave, and if you really want to talk to me again, you can."

"What happened to the 'I'm the boss' attitude from last night?" she teased and his face turned red. "I'll do you one better. I work at the biggest hospital in Tokyo as an ER nurse. I try to take my breaks on time and I usually take them in the coffee shop on the main floor." She handed him a pen and pad of paper. "Write down your number, and maybe I'll shoot you a text." He gave her a genuine smile. The sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach was starting to go away.

"I'd like that."

It has been such a long time since I wrote anything for fanfiction or just Bleach. Writing this just felt so cringy and I am sorry if it felt like that but first chapters are always the hardest for me. I try my best to find music that inspires me, but I always end up listening to one song on repeat. Next chapter, I might create a list or soundtrack depending for my girl and this story, but let me know what I should do in the long run and if one thing will be easier then another.

I am always open to constructive criticism and and thoughts on literally anything (spelling errors, grammar errors, structure errors, reassurance, ect.). I have a huge plan for this story and my character and I always feel bad for making an OC story but I'll try not to give her too much.

If you've come this far I want to thank you for reading! You don't have to review but it's appreciated or you can private message me as well! I'll try my best to come out with chapters regularly depending on how this takes off.

Thanks again!

-Red