Four Times Hiyori Said No to Becoming a Lieutenant (and the 1.5 Time She Almost Didn't)
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, as much as I wish I did. If it were mine, Hiyori Lieutenant would be a reality, and she probably would be one of those Shinigami getting pulverized by the Quincy.
Heads up: This story stands on its own, portraying the Vizards in the human world and Soul Society. Oh, and be prepared for me to ask the same question a million times: Hiyori is here to be pushed into coming back to Soul Society. We don't have a specific timeline; consider it to be after the Thousand-Year Blood War and before Breath of Hell.
And just a quick note: Brace yourselves for Hiyori's colorful language!
No Taylor inspiration for once.
1 - Bribery
Hiyori sat at the corner table of the cozy Soul Society café, her legs crossed, and a scowl etched permanently onto her face. Across from her, Rose sat with a distant, melancholic expression as he sipped his tea, a faint trail of steam rising from the porcelain cup.
The conversation had taken an unexpected turn, as it often did when Hiyori was involved. She pushed a spoonful of dessert into her mouth, her jaw working angrily as she chewed. The topic at hand was her repeated rejection of offers to become a Lieutenant, a proposition that had been thrown her way more times than she cared to remember.
With a huff, she glanced at Rose, her fiery eyes burning with irritation. "You already have a Lieutenant, you idiot!" she barked, her voice tinged with an exasperated edge. Her words oozed with sarcasm, a potent weapon in her verbal arsenal. The once-delectable dessert lay forgotten, a casualty of her frustration.
"Besides, isn't your lieutenant the guy that got one-shotted by a Quincy?" Hiyori's words dripped with sarcasm, her dessert now forgotten, as she continued to speak. "Don't you have any sympathy for the guy?"
Rose's response was far from confrontational. His expression remained tender, a stark contrast to Hiyori's simmering anger. He began to speak softly, his voice carrying the weight of years spent in battle and reflection as he pushed the dessert closer to her.
"Hiyori, young Izuru, it's fine. Well… it's complicated when it comes to him," Rose began, his voice softening. "Right now, he is part-timing at the academy along with his normal Lieutenant tasks, so a little help from a former and experienced Lieutenant would be great." His expression turned melancholic as he added, "And sadly, we all got one-shotted by the Quincies. I, in fact, was one-shotted multiple times."
Hiyori couldn't help but roll her eyes, her impatience with Rose's serene demeanor evident. She snapped back, her voice sharp and unyielding, "That's because you're an idiot. What kind of person explains their Bankai to an enemy? You even gave him examples. Of course, you were going to get one-shotted. I am sure, as I am right now, that Hage Shinji and Kensei did the same. The three of you are this close to printing a book on how to get defeated in three easy steps."
Rose sighed, a wistful smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Hiyori, you know me well. My tendency to narrate my every move was always a flaw, but it's also part of who I am."
"Flaw?" Hiyori scoffed, her anger undiminished. "It's not just a flaw; it's a bloody disaster waiting to happen. You practically hand-wrapped your defeat and handed it to the enemy."
Rose leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on the ceiling as if lost in thought. "Perhaps," he mused, "but it's also a reflection of my belief in the power of music and the stories we tell. Even in battle, I wanted to convey something beautiful."
Hiyori's scowl deepened, but she couldn't help but feel a grudging respect for Rose's unwavering commitment to his ideals, even if it made him an easy target for the future invaders, non that she was actually going to voice it.
The wavy blonde, his eyes crinkling with a warm smile, generously offered to pay the bill. As he graciously settled the tab, he skillfully maneuvered his phone to send a discreet text message to Shinji, ensuring that his companion remained oblivious to his actions.
Rose Ōto Captain # (4:50 p.m.): No luck, she said no.
Hirako, Shinji (4:50 p.m.): It was a long shot, well. Thx for trying 😁
Rose Ōto Captain # (4:51 p.m.): No worries. But I think you are not going to be able to pull this one, Shinji.
Hirako, Shinji (4:51 p.m.): We will see….
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2 - Blackmail
In the cozy environment of the warehouse, Hiyori stood face to face with Lisa, a pair of photo albums scattered across the table. Hiyori's fiery temper was on full display, but Lisa, with her no-nonsense and dry personality, appeared unfazed.
"You've definitely made your point, Hiyori," Lisa remarked, her voice calm and composed as she playfully tugged one of the albums out of Hiyori's reach. "We all agree that the Soul Society messed up, no doubt about it. But you know, it's time to make things right from within. My Captain ceremony is tomorrow, and I'd like to officially name you as my Lieutenant."
Hiyori, never one to hold back her emotions, attempted to jump for the album, but Lisa effortlessly kept it just out of her grasp. "I've said it before, and I'll say it again, you idiot," Hiyori retorted, her tone as sharp as ever. "I'm not going back there, and I sure as hell don't want to be your underling."
Lisa's expression remained stoic, and she couldn't help but playfully tease Hiyori with a sly grin. "Well, if you don't agree, I might just have to reveal these precious photos to the Seireitei News Magazine."
The threat hung in the air like a feather, its weight belied by the fact that the photo album Lisa held contained nothing but adorable, cutesy pictures of Hiyori. There were snapshots of her making funny faces, cuddling with cute animals, and even some embarrassing shots of her and Shinji together.
Hiyori's anger gave way to bewilderment as she realized the content of the album. Her cheeks flushed slightly with embarrassment. "You wouldn't dare!" she exclaimed, her rage now laced with a hint of mortification.
Lisa chuckled, her demeanor softening just a bit. "Oh, I would dare, Hiyori. But let's not make this more dramatic than it needs to be. Join me as my Lieutenant, and these adorable photos will remain our little secret."
"Screw you, Lisa! If you want a Lieutenant, steal the one the 8th had, idiot!" Hiyori shot back with a playful eye roll, her anger now transformed into a mock-scolding tone. With that, she turned on her heel and left the common area, her departure accompanied by the sound of Lisa's laughter ringing through the room.
Lisa couldn't help but laugh inwardly at Hiyori's stubbornness. She understood that attempting to sway Hiyori with adorable photos had been a slim chance, but it was worth giving it a shot. As Hiyori disappeared from view, Lisa leaned back in her chair, pulled out her phone and texted a familiar number. As the light on her phone illuminated the warehouse, she couldn't help but shake her head, knowing she had tried to rope Hiyori into becoming her Lieutenant and it hadn't gone as planned.
Magazine Dealer (9:03 a.m.): Shinji, we've got a problem. Hiyori just stormed out of the warehouse, and despite the little leverage I had, she flat out said no.
Shinji Cpt (9:04 a.m.): Damn, she's a stubborn one. What did she say exactly?
Magazine Dealer (9:04 a.m.): Well, she wasn't pleased about me dangling those photos, that's for sure. She basically told me to shove it.
Shinji Cpt (9:06 a.m.): Figures. That's our Hiyori, alright. Always keeping things interesting. Thanks for trying, Lisa. We'll have to regroup and come up with a new plan.
Magazine Dealer (9:04 a.m.): No problem, Shinji. You know I'll always help if I can. Just let me know when you've got something else in mind.
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3 - Manipulation
In the cluttered and slightly chaotic office of the 9th Squad, a conversation was unraveling, veering toward exasperation rather than enthusiasm. Kensei, the squad's captain, sat at his desk, his features etched with annoyance. The topic of discussion? Mashiro's audacious idea to recruit Hiyori as a Lieutenant for their already Lieutenant-rich squad.
Shinji, who had dropped by for a visit, leaned casually against Kensei's desk, a bemused expression on his face. He couldn't help but let a smirk dance on his lips as he commented, "So, are you planning like..." He gestured casually at the side of his hair that was conspicuously longer than the rest, "convert all your squad members to Lieutenants now?"
Kensei's response was swift and irate. "Shut up, Shinji!" he snapped, his voice laced with frustration. "As you can imagine, this was not my idea."
Mashiro, perched on the edge of Kensei's desk with a mischievous glint in her eyes, couldn't resist adding fuel to the fire. "Baka Kensei doesn't really know how to convince women," she declared with a dramatic flourish of her arms, exaggerating her point.
Kensei's patience wore thin rapidly, and he could feel his temper simmering dangerously close to the boiling point. "Baka?" he growled; his annoyance palpable. "Ah?! Maybe I am, for letting you drag me into your idiotic ideas."
From his own desk, Hisagi, the squad's calm and collected Lieutenant, interjected with a placating tone, "Captain, ignore her. You know how she gets."
Shinji clicked his tongue in annoyance, shaking his head as if he couldn't believe the absurdity of it all. "It was truly a stupid idea to begin with," he muttered towards his fellow Vizard.
It was a scheme doomed to fail from the start, and Hiyori's inevitable reaction was crystal clear in Kensei's memory. He could almost hear her yelling at him, "You already have a Lieutenant, you idiot! No, actually, you are even more of an idiot than the others, because you already have two!"
Leave it up to Mashiro to come up with a proposal to recruit Hiyori into the 9th Squad, even when they already had two Lieutenants—or so most of the people in the office thought. In reality, Shinji had subtly pulled the strings of the green-haired lieutenant to lead her to that idea.
Shinji-cakes (6:53 a.m.): Hey, Shiro! 🌈🌺🎉
Shinji-cakes (6:53 a.m.): How are ya? 🐧💞💣
Shiro Gotei # (6:53 a.m.): Oh, Shinji! I'm doing GREAAAAAAAAT! 💯💪Did you need anything? Baka Kensei is asleep 😴
Shinji-cakes (6:53 a.m.): I was just feeling a bit bored and started thinking on you guys 😇. And it hit me all the sudden 😮. You know what would add some extra fun 😚 to the 9th?
Shinji-cakes (6:54 a.m.): Having one more extra Lieutenant to help you out, someone you could trust even more than Shun-shun 😵. Plus, that would mean less work for you. Don't you think that's great? 😻😻😻
Shinji-cakes (6:54 a.m.): But who could it be? 🙊 🙉 🙈 Maybe someone that is not too busy right now and is super ready for a job like that?
Shiro Gotei # (6:58 a.m.): Mmmmmmm, well, Love 😎 Hachi 😊 or Hiyori 😈 aren't exactly swamped, right?
Shinji-cakes (6:58 a.m.): Right.
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4 - History
In the dimly lit underground laboratory of the 12th Division, Hiyori stood with her arms folded, her characteristic anger simmering just beneath the surface. Urahara Kisuke, the former captain of the division and her ex-Captain, gazed at her with his trademark enigmatic smile. It had been a familiar scene – Kisuke asking Hiyori to work with him once more, but this time, not in the cozy confines of his shop like he had asked her several years ago, but for several missions spanning Soul Society, Hueco Mundo, and even dealing with the remnants of the Quincies in the world of the living.
His proposal hung in the air like a storm cloud, and Hiyori's response was as predictable as ever. "You've got to be kidding me, you make me come all the way here for this shit," she snapped, her voice sharp enough to cut through steel. "I've got a job at Unagiya's odd jobs shop, and I'm not about to give it up for whatever hair-brained scheme you've cooked up. And what are you doing here? Does the stupid alien know you are around?"
Kisuke, unfazed by Hiyori's fiery retort, maintained his composed demeanor. "Ah, Hiyori-san," he said with that infuriatingly calm tone, "think of it as a chance to relive the good old days. Just like when you were my Lieutenant."
The mention of those "good old days" was the proverbial match to a powder keg. Hiyori's temper flared, and without warning, she delivered a powerful punch to Kisuke's jaw. The impact sent him sprawling, his hat tumbling off, and his enigmatic demeanor momentarily shattered.
Yoruichi, who had been observing the exchange from a nearby console, burst into laughter at the sight of her old friend on the floor. She leaned against a nearby wall, wiping away tears of amusement. "Kisuke, when will you ever learn? Hiyori's never going to change. She's got her principles, and she's sticking to them."
Hiyori, her anger somewhat abated by the satisfaction of having landed a solid punch, folded her arms and glared at Kisuke. "You're a persistent idiot, you know that?" she grumbled.
The girl stormed out of the barracks as quickly as her anger would carry her, leaving Yoruichi and Kisuke behind. The former princess couldn't help but shake her head as she watched her friend dust himself off from the floor where Hiyori's punch had sent him sprawling.
With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Yoruichi tugged Kisuke upright and teased, "Are you going to tell Shinji that your half-baked plan didn't work?"
The lighter blonde grinned wryly, adjusting his hat back into its rightful place. "Well, you know me. I always have a Plan B, and sometimes even a Plan C. But I am not sure we should make more moves when it comes to Hiyori-san."
Shinji Gt5th (8:44 p.m.): Kisuke, you dumb ass, what happened? Did you talk to Hiyori?
Hat & Clogs (9:56 p.m.): Yeah, I did. And it didn't go well. She punched me in the face and said no.
Shinji Gt5th (9:56 p.m.): She punched you? Haha, that sounds like Hiyori alright.
Hat & Clogs (10:31 p.m.): Shinji, I know you have your plans, but don't you think we should let her stay in Karakura?
Shinji Gt5th (10:32 p.m.): I get it, Kisuke. Thanks for the help.
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.5 - Love
Amidst the ruins of the once-great Seireitei, the cherry blossoms, though fewer in number, still managed to bloom defiantly, casting a soft pink hue over the devastated landscape of one of the standing buildings of the 5th Division. Hiyori found herself begrudgingly getting dressed in a traditional red kimono with snowy white flower patterns. The air was thick with tension and melancholy, but there was also a sense of resilience that lingered, much like the blossoms themselves.
Shinji, already dressed in a formal, light army green kimono, stood nearby, his hands expertly tying the obi around her waist. He wore a look of determination that Hiyori couldn't ignore, despite her annoyance at being dragged into Soul Society business again, not to mention attending a noble wedding.
"I am just going to come out and say it," Shinji began, his voice carrying an unusual gravity, "and I hope A) you are mature enough to listen to what I am saying and B) do not hit me in the face because of it. Are we clear?"
Hiyori shot him a glare that could melt steel, but she begrudgingly nodded. There was something in his tone that caught her attention, a sense that this was more than just another lecture about the importance of her attending these types of ceremonies with him, as his partner—a word that she considered less objectionable than 'boyfriend.'
Shinji continued to tie the obi, his hands deft and steady. "It's not about the ceremony, Hiyori," his voice a soft murmur that seemed to melt away the chaos of their surroundings. His words had a calming effect on her, even as they piqued her curiosity.
She watched as he tied the obi with a sense of finality, as if securing not just the kimono but their relationship as well. The delicate pink petals of the cherry blossoms fluttered outside, casting fleeting shadows across the room.
"Stop beating around the bush," she found herself blurting out, unable to keep her thoughts at bay, "what is it?"
His hands still, Shinji turned to face her. In his eyes, there was a warmth and sincerity that caught her off guard. "It's about how much I care for you, Hiyori," Shinji spoke softly, the sincerity evident in his voice. "And how much I want you to be part of my life."
Hiyori felt her heart skip a beat. His words hung in the air like a promise, like the faint scent of cherry blossoms in full bloom. Panic set in as her mind raced to comprehend the implications of his words. Could it be that Shinji was about to ask her to take their partnership to a deeper level?
She swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. The thought of marriage sent her into a sudden whirlwind of panic. Her mind raced as she struggled to find the right words to respond, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her kimono.
Hiyori, feeling overwhelmed by the unexpected turn of events and the weight of Shinji's words, attempted to interrupt him. She tugged at his arm, trying to pull him towards the door. "Shinji, enough of this serious crap," she grumbled. "We're gonna be late. Let's go, already."
But Shinji, despite his usual playfulness and whimsy, appeared unyielding. He gently but firmly resisted her attempts to move him toward the door, his eyes locked onto hers. "Hiyori," he insisted, his voice unwavering, "this is important. I want to talk about it now.'"
The urgency in his tone made Hiyori pause. Irritation and the looming prospect of hearing a question she didn't want to answer gnawed at her. Unfortunately, there wasn't much she could do about it. With a reluctant sigh, she released his arm and said, "Fine, talk. But make it quick, or I'm leaving without you."
Shinji took a deep breath and gently cradled her face in his hands, his gaze unwavering as he chose his words with care. "Hiyori," he began, speaking her name like a prayer, "I want you to understand how much you mean to me. It goes beyond just being a partner or a friend. I deeply cherish what we share, and I want you to be an integral part of my life in a way that's more profound."
Hiyori's eyes widened in surprise, her earlier panic escalating into a full-blown meltdown within her. Shinji, who had always been playful and unpredictable, was now laying bare his feelings in a way she hadn't anticipated.
"Look," she stammered, pushing his hands away from her cheeks, "I don't think this is the place or the time for this, you idiot. Just shut up, okay? Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, Shinji. You brought me here for a wedding, a wedding between Lieutenants, that's it. Anything you may have on that head of yours can wait, maybe 100 years or more. Let's just go to the wedding, okay?"
But Shinji shook his head, a resolute determination in his eyes, as he insisted on continuing what he had started. "No, Hiyori," he said firmly, "it's important that you know how I feel. I want you to be my partner in every sense of the word, to share everything with me. Will you?"
"What?!" Hiyori exclaimed, her voice fraught with disbelief, and beads of sweat forming on her forehead. "What is that supposed to mean?"
Shinji's grip on her waist tightened as he leaned in closer, his eyes locked onto hers with unwavering determination. "I am simply asking you, Sarugaki Hiyori," he said in a low, serious tone, "to be my Lieutenant."
Hiyori felt like the world had suddenly shifted beneath her feet. For a moment, she couldn't believe her ears. She blinked in disbelief, her heart pounding loudly in her chest. "What?" she repeated, her voice a mixture of shock and uncertainty.
Shinji maintained his gaze, his tone now a bit lighter but still earnest. "I know what you think about the Shinigamis, the Seretei and all the bureaucracy. We're not going to discuss it again," he began, his voice filled with understanding, "but it's been long enough. I want you here, with me all the time. I don't want visits or calls or texts from you anymore. And since I'm pretty sure you'd either laugh or, worse, hit any other Captain asking you this, I'm asking you myself."
He gently placed a finger on her lips to prevent her from interrupting. "And before you yell that I'm an idiot because I already have a Lieutenant," he began, a soft smile tugging at his lips, "well, yes, I already have one—a really good one, if I may add, who could make your time settling as part of the 5th a great experience. And yes, I am an idiot," he admitted with a chuckle, "but I'm an idiot who is finding it harder every single day to live without you."
Her lips quivered, as her thoughts became a mix of fury, sadness, and happiness all fused into one. Fury that it wasn't the question she had anticipated, sadness that he would feel so lost without her—a feeling she had experienced all day, every day whenever he was not around—and happiness at the way he looked at her.
In that poignant moment, the idea of attending the wedding ceremony began to lose its significance. How could she say no to him now? It seemed impossible to refuse him when he had bared his feelings so openly and honestly.
"Shinji… I," Hiyori began, her voice tinged with uncertainty, her heart still racing from the emotional rollercoaster she had just been on.
"Nope," he interrupted, his face nestled in the crook of her neck, his breath warm against her skin. His arms held her securely, as if afraid she might slip away. "I don't want an answer right now," he murmured, his voice filled with tenderness, "because I know you, and you're probably going to give me some sad excuse on why you can't."
Their surroundings seemed to fade away, and it was just the two of them in that intimate moment. Hiyori could feel the steady rhythm of Shinji's heartbeat against her chest, matching the erratic pace of her own.
"Think about it," he continued, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine, "and once you have an answer, tell me. And if that answer is no..." He paused, his lips gently grazing her skin, "...I'm going to keep asking you, even if it takes me 100 years."
She chuckled softly, her fingers caressing the hair at the back of his head. "So basically, your strategy is to wear me down?"
He turned to face her, their eyes locking in a moment of shared understanding. His gaze held a mischievous glint, but also a depth of affection that left her breathless. "Hey," he said, his voice tender, "it worked last time."
Baby Munchkin (6:12 p.m.): Where the fuck are you? Do you plan on leaving me alone in this shrine forever?
Baby Munchkin (6:12 p.m.): Baldy
Baby Munchkin (6:13 p.m.): Baldy
Baby Munchkin (6:14 p.m.): Baldy
Baby Munchkin (6:15 p.m.): Baldy
Baby Munchkin (6:16 p.m.): Baldy
Baldy Idiot HumanPhone (6:17 p.m.): Can you relax for a second! I had to take care of something. Don't complain! I left Momo with you.
Baby Munchkin (6:17 p.m.): I don't care about Marshmallow Momo, you brought me here! Take me home!
Baldy Idiot HumanPhone (6:18 p.m.): You should! She is about to be your desk buddy.
Baby Munchkin (6:18 p.m.): I hate you, asshole.
Baldy Idiot HumanPhone (6:18 p.m.): No, you don't.
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1 - Wistfulness
Hiyori held the Lieutenant badge delicately between her fingers, her touch almost reverent. It was a simple yet meaningful emblem made of hard wood, adorned with an intricate Lily design, and attached to it was a red ribbon meant to be worn around her arm. It should have felt light, an insignia of honor and responsibility, but instead, it seemed to weigh heavily in her grasp.
As she gazed at the emblem, her breathing quickened. It was not just a badge; it was a choice that would shape her future and the course of her life. The weight of the decision hung in the air, and Hiyori couldn't help but feel its gravity pressing down on her.
Her mind involuntarily drifted back in time, more than a 100 years ago, to a moment when she had held another Lieutenant's badge in her hand. The memory was vivid, and as she stared at her current badge, the recollection of that fateful day rushed back.
It had been a time when Hiyori was still a young and fiery Shinigami, brimming with energy and ambition. The Seireitei had been different then, and the Gotei 13 had been under different leadership, or maybe she had only been blind by her naiveness.
Hikifune Kirio, the captain of the Twelfth Division at the time, had approached her one day with an offer that had left her both stunned and honored.
Hikifune, known for her culinary skills as well as her prowess in combat, had been impressed by Hiyori's strength and tenacity on the battlefield. She had seen something in the young Shinigami, a potential that went beyond her explosive temper and sharp tongue. It had been a sunny day, much like this one, when Hikifune had found her training in the courtyard, and their conversation had changed the course of her life.
"You are strong-willed and driven," Hikifune said with a smile. "I'd like to offer you the Lieutenant position - if you accept it."
Hiyori could feel the tears coming to her eyes, unable to believe those words were being offered to her. Her former captain saw potential in her that she often doubted in herself. With all the love and respect she held for Hikifune, Hiyori accepted without hesitation.
The former Twelfth Division captain extended the Lieutenant badge to her with a kind and encouraging gesture. As the emblem settled into Hiyori's hand, she felt the weight of its significance, realizing that it symbolized more than just a rank—it was an invitation to a journey of growth and learning. She had accepted the offer back then with a heady mix of excitement and trepidation, her youthful enthusiasm unclouded by the complexities of the future.
Looking back, she couldn't help but acknowledge her own naivety. The promise of that time had eventually given way to a series of challenges and hardships she hadn't foreseen. Her Captain's sudden departure and the curse she had become a victim of had marked a dark chapter in her life.
Now, more than a century later, that memory of her time as Hikifune's Lieutenant felt like a distant grain of sand in the vast ocean of her life. It had been a steppingstone, a part of her journey that had shaped her into the Shinigami she was today.
A heavy sigh brought her back to the present, and Hiyori glanced around her empty bedroom. The space, once filled with mementos and personal belongings, now stood barren, the furniture standing like silent sentinels in the stillness. Closing the door behind her, she couldn't help but feel that the room reflected the uncertainty that now loomed in her own life—a stark canvas waiting to be filled with the colors of a new chapter.
Captain Baldy Idiot (11:09 a.m.): Where are you, baby?
Lieutenant S.H. (12:23 p.m.): IDIOT! You promised, erase that right now!
Captain Baldy Idiot (12:24 p.m.):
Lieutenant S.H. (12:24 p.m.): Add as many as you want. No messing around on this phone.
Captain Baldy Idiot (12:27 p.m.):
Captain Baldy Idiot (12:27 p.m.): Where are you?
Lieutenant S.H. (12:27 p.m.): Still at the 1st with mini-Lisa and white mustache doing paperwork.
Lieutenant S.H. (12:27 p.m.): Come and get me and bring me food; I'm starving.
Captain Baldy Idiot (12:29 p.m.): I'll be right there, baby.
Lieutenant S.H. (12:29 p.m.): Hurry up, dumbass.
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AN:
This story began as a conversation in my head between Hiyori and Rose. She was screaming at him to stop explaining his Bankai and actually fight, and with time, it evolved into Shinji's master plan to take her to Soul Society.
I wanted to keep her decision more ambiguous because, after all, in canon, she does not return. But the text messages were so delicious to write that my shippy heart won.
I had to read Rukia and Renji's wedding novel to be sure Shinji might be invited to the ceremony (all captains were), and the party is actually at a bar, with only close friends attending (Momo is there).
This is the first fic I've written in one sitting. I guess you can be fast when you're procrastinating your day job, your main stories, and actively avoiding the JJK fandom.
the text messages reflect the contact names that each person has saved for the other in their respective phones, on the last one Hiyori saved her contact info on Shinji's phone, he is planning on changing it.
I think that's all. The second chapter of "Fearless" is ready, so I'll probably be posting it tomorrow.
As always, thank you for reading!