Challenge 353 Vibe: [BLEACH] - Chic
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anythingdrabbleTitle: Chic
Fandom: Bleach
Characters/Pairing: Retsu Unohana, Kenpachi Zaraki, Tenjiro Kirinji; Kenpachi Zaraki/Retsu Unohana
Rating: PG
Word Count: 300
Notes: Human AU, crossposted todrabble_zone
Summary:
Unohana ponders a classic fashion style.
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Chin cupped in both hands and ankles crossed under the table, Unohana’s eyes turn starry at the sight of Zaraki Kenpachi’s imposing frame walking into the bar, clad in black leather jacket, jeans, boots, and a white shirt. A timeless look and for a reason; from what she’s come to know of the man, he’s got an unspoken fondness for the classics. Probably for practicality, but she also knows he indulges in his own particular vanities –a statement made by the silver chain necklace with a horned skull pendant sitting against his chest.
“What.” He grunts as a greeting when he catches her gawking.
She smiles politely in return, saving face. “I like your jacket.”
He grins, his face softening a smidge but juts his chin at her anyway. “Yeah, I can tell.”
She glances down at her own, similar outfit and beams at him again. “We could be twins.”
He laughs, hand under his hair, cupping his nape. She flustered him.
“You alone?”
“I’m waiting for someone.”
“Right.”
With good humor he clasps her shoulder before walking to the table at the back to meet his companions who salute him loudly and gleefully, bottles in the air.
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Tenjiro stares her down with the same intensity as she does him.
“Well, this is embarrassing.” He sighs, hands on his hips.
She tuts, arms crossing over her chest, even looking a little hurt. “I can’t believe you’re doing this to me in public.”
His eye twitches. “Oh, shove it, Retsu!”
She pushes her hands into her pockets and huffs to the ceiling while he pops the collar of his leather jacket and puts his weight on his left leg. “Well, ya know what happens now.”
“Of course.” And then she smiles insolently. “I’ll wait for you, teacher. Go home and change.”
Fandom: Bleach
Characters/Pairing: Retsu Unohana, Kenpachi Zaraki, Tenjiro Kirinji; Kenpachi Zaraki/Retsu Unohana
Rating: PG
Word Count: 300
Notes: Human AU, crossposted to
drabble_zone Summary:
Unohana ponders a classic fashion style.
-
Chin cupped in both hands and ankles crossed under the table, Unohana’s eyes turn starry at the sight of Zaraki Kenpachi’s imposing frame walking into the bar, clad in black leather jacket, jeans, boots, and a white shirt. A timeless look and for a reason; from what she’s come to know of the man, he’s got an unspoken fondness for the classics. Probably for practicality, but she also knows he indulges in his own particular vanities –a statement made by the silver chain necklace with a horned skull pendant sitting against his chest.
“What.” He grunts as a greeting when he catches her gawking.
She smiles politely in return, saving face. “I like your jacket.”
He grins, his face softening a smidge but juts his chin at her anyway. “Yeah, I can tell.”
She glances down at her own, similar outfit and beams at him again. “We could be twins.”
He laughs, hand under his hair, cupping his nape. She flustered him.
“You alone?”
“I’m waiting for someone.”
“Right.”
With good humor he clasps her shoulder before walking to the table at the back to meet his companions who salute him loudly and gleefully, bottles in the air.
-
Tenjiro stares her down with the same intensity as she does him.
“Well, this is embarrassing.” He sighs, hands on his hips.
She tuts, arms crossing over her chest, even looking a little hurt. “I can’t believe you’re doing this to me in public.”
His eye twitches. “Oh, shove it, Retsu!”
She pushes her hands into her pockets and huffs to the ceiling while he pops the collar of his leather jacket and puts his weight on his left leg. “Well, ya know what happens now.”
“Of course.” And then she smiles insolently. “I’ll wait for you, teacher. Go home and change.”
