Prompt: Scarf
Rating: K+
It is ugly.
Parts of it are bright red, others purple, and he can already tell that it will only get uglier before it gets better. It doesn't help that the surrounding skin is unmarred, drawing further attention to it. And unfortunately, there is no denying what it is.
He fingers the skin, glaring at her through the mirror.
Her hair is tousled and her clothes in disarray, her lips swollen and face flushed, but the look she sends him is no less than smug. "What's the matter?" she grins. "Want me to do the other side?"
"You're not funny," he retorts. "And this isn't funny."
"Yes it is," she snorts, walking from behind him. She wraps her arms around his middle and rests her chin on his shoulder. Their mirrored selves look back at them. "And you can't get mad. You were totally fine with it five minutes ago."
She's right, of course. But this was before he realized he'd have to head back to Seireitei with an obvious hickey.
"You don't understand," he sighs.
She scoffs, lifts her hair. A reddened splotch is unveiled.. "See? I got one too. We're twinsies."
He is moping, but he can't help it. "Yours isn't nearly as big as mine," he points out. "And you have hair that can cover it. I can't go back looking like this. Matsumoto—I'll never hear the end of it."
She rolls her eyes, unwinds her arms from around him. Walks over to her closet and roots around until she finds what she's looking for. "Here."
He stares at the turquoise fabric dangling from her fingertips incredulously. "It's summer," he deadpans.
"Wear it as a fashion statement, then. Look, it even matches your eyes." She grins, looping it around his neck. "There. Now you don't even see it."
"Really?"
She pulls on the scarf a little, bringing his face down to her height. "Really," she murmurs against his lips.
Vaguely, as his hands follow the curve of her back, he remembers that this is the same activity that caused his predicament in the first place.
But he finds he doesn't care.