She really hated that scarf.
Not as much as the noodles he wore in his hair (she could never call then kenseikan) but the scarf was a close second. She hated it most when they walked past each other in the halls, and their eyes met in a silent greeting, because she knew what lay beneath the scrap of cloth from the evening before. Yoruichi also hated it when it was around her wrists, binding her to whatever he happened to fancy at the moment – a bedpost, a spear stuck into the ground, a tree when adventurous.
The only time she ever really liked it was when it was around his eyes, leaving her free to touch and explore of her own free will.