Wind's Calling

The Mandatory Beach Episode

(Y/n) had been dragged with the girls to a swimsuit store, her eyes scanning it boredly. It wasn't like she didn't have a swimsuit already, here in the world of the living, but it was something they wanted to do so they dragged her along with them. No one bothered to say anything to her as she grabbed a random purple swimsuit and walked to the counter. "Oh, you already got one? Let me see," Yoruichi hung on (Y/n)'s shoulder. She pulled the swimsuit from (Y/n) and hummed.
"Please leave me alone," (Y/n) sighed softly.
"You'd look really cute in something a bit more revealing," Yoruichi sang. "Soi Fon, you agree right?" Soi Fon looked up, her face a bit red. (Y/n) wanted to poke fun at her for the crush on the purple haired woman but she bit her tongue as she shook her head behind Yoruichi's back.
"Lady Yoruichi, (Y/n) is a little shy about her scars," Soi Fon said slowly. It was Unohana's voice that sent a chill down (Y/n)'s spine not even a moment later.
"Have a little more confidence, (Y/n)," she hummed. "Shunsui's going to be there." (Y/n)'s face turned a bright red and she looked down. She hadn't even thought of him going in this R&R, thinking it'd just be the girls from the Women's Society. It made her even more nervous when Soi Fon and Yoruichi pulled out one of the most revealing swimsuits (Y/n) had seen. She couldn't even argue as they paid for it.

(Y/n) snapped a chair out, sitting down and watching the waves as the others fussed about. Shunsui wasn't there and the girls had just used him to get her into something else. There had been nothing wrong with what she had picked but the exposed front and back of the (f/c) suit did feel a bit better than the one piece. Jushiro was here as well, the pale, sickly man looking close to passing out. There was a shutter sound and (Y/n) opened an eye to stare at Isane. Jushiro looked over her shoulder at the picture.
"He'll definitely like that one," he chirped at Isane. (Y/n) flashed and grabbed the camera, quickly deleting the picture as Isane fought to get it back.
"We are not giving these to anyone," she cried. There was another shutter and (Y/n) stared at Captain Unohana, her face paling at the seemingly innocent smile.
"Come join the contest or watch, (Y/n). I think you'll have fun," she hummed softly. (Y/n)'s shoulders fell and she handed the camera back to Isane before being led to where everyone was making sand sculptures.

(Y/n) let out a squeal as a tendril wrapped around her waist and chest, her arms pinned to her sides. Whatever the hollow was, it looked like a watermelon and felt like seaweed. She squirmed as its grip tightened, giving another squeal when it slithered about to get a better hold. Orihime, Isane, and Nanao were up there with her. All of them making sounds that started to make (Y/n) turn a deep red.
She read plenty of Lisa's erotica novels, her mind already tainted as she stopped making any noises. She was dropped, landing on her feet after Yoruichi launched herself through the hollow. Her hands went up as Soi Fon stared with a smirk. "That would have been a good picture," Rangiku huffed loudly.
"Rangiku," (Y/n) shouted. More of the watermelon hollows popped up, (Y/n) slouching before flashing back to her chair. "Nope."

Shunsui had gotten pictures.