Gin sat in front of the mirror, nervous as anything, as Rangiku sorted out his hair. He was saat at her vanity wearing a brand new and very stiff formal yukata of the dark blue variety, and hoping he scrubbed up okay. He did want to impress Aizen after all.
"Do you think I look okay?" Gin asked, for what was probably the hundredth time as Rangiku sighed.
"Yes, Gin, you look perfect." she told him, for what was probably the thousandth time. "You're going to take his breath away. Or you will, as soon as your hair gets sorted."
Gin sighed softly. "I hope so."
"You will," Rangiku said firmly. "Don't you worry. Now stand up and twirl for me, I need to make sure I haven't missed anything."
Gin stood up and did as he was told, waiting as she nodded her approval.
"Perfect," she told him. "If he doesn't think you're beautiful then he's legally blind."
Gin tried to smile. "If ya say so."
"Why yes, I do say so," she retorted, just as the doorbell rang to announce his date's arrival. "Ohhh, he's here, he's here!" she squealed in excitement, simply unable to contain herself. "Quick! Give your hair one last comb through while I go and let him in."
Gin watched her bound off and shook his head, but did as instructed with the comb she'd thrust at him. Hoping that he's look the part and that Sousuke would like what he saw.
. . .
When Gin finally summoned enough courage to head downstairs, Aizen and Ran were already waiting for him. Their discussion silencing when he walked into the living room. Making him feel a little bit self-conscious. Gin's face flushing when their eyes fell upon him, feeling Sousuke's appraising gaze very keenly.
"H-hi," he greeted them. Watching the smile playing across Sousuke's face.
"Hello" the older man greeted him. It was only then that Gin noticed the man had a bunch of red tulips in hand. "You look lovely."
Gin's face flushed even hotter, and he wondered how the man could be so goddamn smooth while he was such a bumbling mess.
"Th-thanks," Gin managed, a smile tugging at his lips too. "Are those fer me?" he asked, hoping to distract from his red face by gesturing to the red tulips.
"Indeed they are," Sousuke smiled warmly. "Fresh from my garden, too."
Gin's cheeks flushed even pinker at that – if that was even physically possible – as he took the flowers that were offered to him. "Oh, thankyou," he sighed. "No-one's ever gotten me flowers 'fore."
Sousuke smiled softly. "Well then, I'm glad to be the first," he said gently. "Now, why don;t you go put those n a vase and then we'll head over to the restaurant?"
Gin couldn't help but look into the man's face and smile. Simply unable to believe his luck. "Tha' sounds like a plan," he answered.