The rest of the week you feel as though you have a new goal.
Who would have thought that Hanataro would be the one to inspire you. Turns out he was stronger than you gave him credit for.
Stepping down the hallway of your barracks, the huge figure blocking your way catches your attention.
It's already dark, so you're a bit curious.
"Zaraki-taicho?"
He holds out a bag.
"Yachiru left this for you, take it."
You reach your hand out. It's a thick bag of candy.
"Thank you. Would you like to come in?"
"Tch."
That's all he says.
But now he's sitting in your living room as you heat up some tea. You hold back a laugh. It's not unusual for Kenpanchi and Yachiru to stop by. It's almost routine at this point. It is a little strange that Yachiru isn't here.
"Why are you by yourself?"
"Yachiru said she was tired."
He's seated pretty calmly given his unhinged personality. His legs are folded criss-cross, and you turn off the fire when your kettle starts to whistle.
"It is always nice to have company, even if it's you."
He says nothing, not at first. You move to the cabinets to grab two cups.
"You shouldn't be so carefree with who you let into your room, especially at this hour." You turn, placing the cups on the counter.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I'm a man."
You still look a little confused, and you smile.
"Of course you are, I'm not blind you know." You joke.
You get back on task, not thinking much of it when he stands. His body casts a shadow over your form, and you turn to question him, but he places his hands on either side of you on the counter. You look up, startled at the way his eyes somehow bore into your soul.
"You're careless."
You swallow.
"I-I don't understand..."
His hand slid against the counter, and he pushed the items right off. The water spills.
"W-What are you doi-"
He grabs your chin, angling your face up gently. You nearly hold your breath when his face lowers. His eyes narrow. You can't truly believe that this is the same man that runs around challenging every strong competitor. The reaper that loves nothing but a good battle.
"Do you understand?"
It feels like a taunt, he's so much closer than he's ever been. Your heart is going way faster than it should. Your fingers grip the counter. You aren't sure what to do, how to respond. But you have to find the words to let him know.
"I...understand.."
He doesn't pull away, not immediately.
"Good."
With that, he releases you. He's about to take a step back, but you grab his robe and he halts.
"W-Wait I.."
It's hard to articulate when your heart won't slow down.
"What's wrong with me.."
If anyone else made such a move on you surely you would have clobbered them.
So why did you just let him. Why are you now stopping him from leaving when you realize his intentions?
His warnings.
"You got something to say."
His words just raise your nerves.
You frown in annoyance.
"Y-You can't just make a move on me like that and then walk away! D-Don't you have any shame!!"
That was not what you had planned to say.
"What exactly did I do?"
He's wearing that stupid grin and it infuriates you.
"Y-You pervert!! Do you just go around grabbing all the girls like that!!"
"It sounds like you're jealous."
"I'M NOT!!"
You huff, pushing him out of your way.
"Y-You're so infuriating!! My life was so simple before you came in with your combat hungry attitude and those stupid muscles!!"
The last part was obviously a slip of the tongue. Your face heats up when you realize. You mean to disappear and save some face, but he takes a step and turns you around. You squeak when his palms press your own on the counter. His body is covering you almost possessively. Back pressed to his chest. His lips just barely brush your ear and you whimper.
"You're mine."
You can practically hear the grin in his voice, but you turn your head to the right, and those lips descend on your own.
It shouldn't feel this good, you should resist.
You need to resist.
His tongue pokes your lips, begging for entrance.
"Stop resisting." He mumbles.
It's a tease that makes you hold back a moan. Your legs tremble, and when you feel his large hand cup your breast, you release a soft cry. His tongue invades your mouth and you give in. His tongue is teasing, touching, stroking. It dawns on you that apparently everything about this man is intense.
His fighting instinct, his presence, his sexual energy.
All he's doing is kissing and you feel like you'll fall apart.
How did things come to this?
He pulls back after a heated couple seconds of liplock.
"Mine, say it."
His tongue is urging yours to chase after him. You spin around, trying to get another taste, but he draws back just out of your reach. You whine, gripping the front of his cloak. You can feel every muscle under his robes.
"Say it." He demands.
"Yours..I'm yours..please.."
You're desperate, and when he picks you up, your hands immediately move to his neck as you reconnect your lips. He smirks at your eagerness.
"Mine."
So much for resisting.
