Something clenched in his gut as he watched her.
Urahara shooed a wandering firefly with his fan, open to stir the late summer air from his face. From his place on the roof of the shop he observed his long-time friend, violet hair strung up away from her neck in a messy bun, the light cotton kimono suiting her figure nicely. She was more feline in her human form than not, he thought, as her hands batted at the fireflies surrounding her playfully. He watched her long fingers curl through the air and skim lightly over grass, the careful way they folded in her lap.
Urahara sighed, knowing it would not be him those hands would touch that night.
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I've officially decided to end this collection at 30 chapters - though that doesn't mean I'll stop writing ByaYoru, or Bleach fics.