Bleach AU: All Those Days
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bravecows foul foul dare. I now dub this the Desksex AU. Although no desksex has actually yet occurred in this continuity. Nor is there any in this piece. But the spirit, it is there. Also Hisana not in a schoolgirl outfit, surprisingly.
Needless to say, Hisana came home late that day.
It was a strange thing, not coming home in a school uniform on Mondays anymore. Her clothes instead were the most neat, tidy thing she could find in her wardrobe: also the most expensive looking, which mostly just meant one of the survivors of an unfortunate moth attack a few weeks ago. She balanced a bag full of a hastily bought dinner at her hip, where it hobbled her stride, delaying her all the more. The sky was showing the signs of evening in the yellow glow behind the clouds—- but besides that the pavement showed signs of the first patterings of rain and, fumbling for her keys in front of the steps of her apartment complex, Hisana thought: oh. oh dear, just missed that.
Which was when it began to pour, of course.
It was a man in a business suit came to her rescue, holding a newspaper over his head. “Ah, excuse me,” he said, in a clear, bashful voice. “Would you like some--?”
Hisana, feeling the water settle into her hair, hid the smile behind the top of her groceries. “…one would,” she said carefully, “Find it most helpful, if a good sir would be kind enough to tell his thoroughly soaked neighbor if he has seen her sister today?”
“Oh,” said the man in the business suit, taking the newspaper out of his eyes, “Oh! no—I just--”
Hisana let him insist on taking her the bag-- never mind the way it rumpled the front of his work clothes, which had been considerably neater looking than hers. “Mr. Inoue has been working late again.”
“….yes,” said Inoue Sora, as though he’d scratch the back of his head had he the free hand to do it. He blinked and began with a confused: “….and you too…?” …then seemed to decide it wasn’t his place to pry and started up the steps with her.
She offered a very simple answer: “Hisana has a new job.”
“A good one?”
“Perhaps,” said Hisana, “One hopes so. She has just started, and her employer is stern but most kind. She is rather clumsy and inexperienced, to be given the chance…yes, she thinks it is a good one.”
Sora laughed: “I’m glad! But school…”
“It would be most appreciated, were it made certain Rukia woke up early tomorrow. To get there on time."
…the man’s eyes softened in understanding. “Ah.”
They reached the top of the steps, and Hisana raised an arm to recieve her things. Sora looked back at her, and then at the bag, and then back again, and pointedly raised his eyebrows.
“I don’t know if I should give this back to you,” he said, lips quirking. “It’s heavy. I think my arms are going to fall off.”
“Then apologies to your arms, for not mentioning. It is a meal for four.”
“For…”
“Mr. Inoue’s sister has liked pickles lately, has she not?”
“…and whipped cream,” said her neighbor with a laugh, “I…thank you. I’ll make sure to knock on your door tomorrow, before I head out.”
“Most, most appreciated,” said Hisana, with a quiet duck of her head.
bravecows foul foul dare. I now dub this the Desksex AU. Although no desksex has actually yet occurred in this continuity. Nor is there any in this piece. But the spirit, it is there. Also Hisana not in a schoolgirl outfit, surprisingly.Needless to say, Hisana came home late that day.
It was a strange thing, not coming home in a school uniform on Mondays anymore. Her clothes instead were the most neat, tidy thing she could find in her wardrobe: also the most expensive looking, which mostly just meant one of the survivors of an unfortunate moth attack a few weeks ago. She balanced a bag full of a hastily bought dinner at her hip, where it hobbled her stride, delaying her all the more. The sky was showing the signs of evening in the yellow glow behind the clouds—- but besides that the pavement showed signs of the first patterings of rain and, fumbling for her keys in front of the steps of her apartment complex, Hisana thought: oh. oh dear, just missed that.
Which was when it began to pour, of course.
It was a man in a business suit came to her rescue, holding a newspaper over his head. “Ah, excuse me,” he said, in a clear, bashful voice. “Would you like some--?”
Hisana, feeling the water settle into her hair, hid the smile behind the top of her groceries. “…one would,” she said carefully, “Find it most helpful, if a good sir would be kind enough to tell his thoroughly soaked neighbor if he has seen her sister today?”
“Oh,” said the man in the business suit, taking the newspaper out of his eyes, “Oh! no—I just--”
Hisana let him insist on taking her the bag-- never mind the way it rumpled the front of his work clothes, which had been considerably neater looking than hers. “Mr. Inoue has been working late again.”
“….yes,” said Inoue Sora, as though he’d scratch the back of his head had he the free hand to do it. He blinked and began with a confused: “….and you too…?” …then seemed to decide it wasn’t his place to pry and started up the steps with her.
She offered a very simple answer: “Hisana has a new job.”
“A good one?”
“Perhaps,” said Hisana, “One hopes so. She has just started, and her employer is stern but most kind. She is rather clumsy and inexperienced, to be given the chance…yes, she thinks it is a good one.”
Sora laughed: “I’m glad! But school…”
“It would be most appreciated, were it made certain Rukia woke up early tomorrow. To get there on time."
…the man’s eyes softened in understanding. “Ah.”
They reached the top of the steps, and Hisana raised an arm to recieve her things. Sora looked back at her, and then at the bag, and then back again, and pointedly raised his eyebrows.
“I don’t know if I should give this back to you,” he said, lips quirking. “It’s heavy. I think my arms are going to fall off.”
“Then apologies to your arms, for not mentioning. It is a meal for four.”
“For…”
“Mr. Inoue’s sister has liked pickles lately, has she not?”
“…and whipped cream,” said her neighbor with a laugh, “I…thank you. I’ll make sure to knock on your door tomorrow, before I head out.”
“Most, most appreciated,” said Hisana, with a quiet duck of her head.