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Kusaka and Toushiro
Kusaka, from the film Bleach: The DiamondDust Rebellion
Waking
He woke in the night to the sound of tapping at his door, light and quick. He sat up, rubbing his eyes but not unduly surprised by the intrusion, and slid out into the cold night air. Entirely as he expected, by the time he got to the door there was no one there, just the faint echo of footsteps.
He rolled his eyes into the darkness: he did this every night.
He pulled his Academy uniform on, because it was the closest thing to hand, and padded down the corridor towards the training halls. There was something to say for being predictable: at least he didn't have to wander around for hours if he wanted to find his friend.
"Hitsugaya, it's too late to be doing this."
Toushiro only grinned, a mischevious glint in his eyes that Kusaka had never seen when it was anyone other than the two of them. He sighed, knowing that there was no way to discourage him now. Drawing his zanpakuto, he reflected that he had accepted that this was going to happen as soon as the knocking on his door and woken him.
They fought for hours, neither besting the other, until they slumped to the floor, covered in sweat and breathing heavily. They did this more often than they cared to admit, and on most occasions neither of them would admit who had grabbed victory. Neither intended to, but both fell asleep on the floor, eyes drifting shut as they sat propped up next to each other against the wall. The fine pink tendrils of dawn were creeping across the sky: it had been a night well spent.
Unfortunately, when a teacher walked in the next morning, they were both given detention for being out of their rooms during the night, and for sneaking into the training facilities and fighting without supervision.
Toushiro grinned at him from across the detention hall, and Kusaka sighed as a ball of paper landed on his desk, directed by a flush of spiritual pressure.
"Tonight?"
He glanced at the teacher, who was involved in paperwork, and nodded across the room. He hated the detention, but it had been totally worth the trouble.
It always was.