A/N: Take it or leave it. Both endings suit me just fine.
0243 hours. Kyōraku breezes into the eighth squad's headquarters, reeking of alcohol, and somehow manages not to trip over his lieutenant and her guest.
"Oh my. Isn't that something."
Arms linked, primly they sit leaning on a row of bookshelves, dozing; her cheek lies against his shoulder, his ear against her hair. Her glasses are folded up in his hand.
"My little Nanao. All grown up and seducing the boy next door."