Requested by Sutala Stormweaver- thank you
Shuuhei x Renji
Physical
Training was hard work, but that was kind of the point. You were supposed to ache afterward, and if you were bleeding or beaten up, it was proof you just needed to train more. No gain without pain, no gain or pain without train. It was supposed to work your body out, and push it to its limits. You were supposed to be out of breath and sweating.
However, Hisagi was damn sure that it wasn't supposed to make your chest gleam with sweat in a way that showed off every single finely sculpted detail.
He sighed.
He hated the fact that routine physical examinations were necessary to monitor the health of the developing Academy students, and he hated even more that, as one of the higher ranking honour students, he had to conduct the physical examinations on the rest.
Damn being good.
Damn it to hell.
They took place in some stupid Academy room, too, which was entirely unnecessary, with a hospital gurney bed and an empty chest of drawers. Fucking stupid, seeing as how anytime someone got injured they got carted off to the shinigami's over at the Fourth. The whole thing was a waste of time. He had to tick things off on a clipboard, and everything.
He watched Renji pull off the last of his coverings, and closed his eyes, for just a moment. This, he was sure, was some kind of cleverly conducted, deviously constructed torture.
Renji grinned at him.
"Like what you see, senpai?"
Hisagi blinked, and Renji took a step forward.
"You wanna do a different kind of workout?"
He felt that gleaming chest press against his just before his mind clouded over, and he lost all concept of rational sense.
He heard laughter, boisterous Rukongai laughter, and closed his eyes.
"God, you fall for it every time, senpai."
The clipboard was forgotten.
The bed was not.