#hanataro yamada x y/n

[salowrites]

praise kink — kinkology 101

ft. hanataro, hisagi, ulquiorra, kenpachi

contents. fem!reader d/s undertones. praise. enthusiastic consent. begging. whimpering. strap-on. usage of sir. spanking. punishment

#1 hanatarō yamada

he knows it. you know it. he has a dainty little waist, dainty little fingers & those pretty doll eyes. you fill his head up when you praise him. makes him feel so superior. he’s your loveslave simple as that & everybody knows it.

usually hanataro was patient and kind. emphases on usually. today his legs quiver as you play with his puckered hole. he’s in a storage closet due to his own untamed lust. its all your fault though, wearing basically nothing under your long mink coat. gooddam it! “please y/n,” he whines. only for you to grasp harder at his hips. “know your gonna take it so well,” you pant as you finally sheath you pretty pink cock strap inside him. his voice threatens to grow louder. his fingers come up to his mouth, you kiss his spine. "that's it. just like that."

#2 shūhei hisagi

he wants praise. needs it. lives of off it. he’ll die if he doesn’t have it. he’s usually the dominant in most situations. even so he requires praise he needs to know you like it.

your folded over his lap, that's nothing new. he's upset though. he saw you innocently talking to kazeshini and... well your not sure after that. since shuhei gives you another painful spank. “please sir,” you plead pathetically. against the contrary the pain seems to fuel on your leaking pussy. “nah, don’t think I will until you tell me i’m the best.” you know what that means. “your the best sagi, love it when you make me cum. i love you..” your praise continues on as his fingers find your wet hole. playing with the perimeter of it before entering you ever so slowly. “treat me better than anyone.” the finger sheath you ever so slight. pussy gripping onto the tips of them, “make me feel so pretty always.” he fully begins fucking you with his fingers & all you can think is what a sucker, but he’s your sucker.

#3 ulquiorra cifer

denial, but for a different reason. he doesn’t understand what it is he’s feelings. he wants you a ttention on him at all times though.

he’s eating you out, surprise!!! it’s your birthday and he wanted to give you a present per grimmjow advice. “girls love it when you eat them out. you should try it, before you relationship gets stale.” now he’s here on all fours. trying his best. he’s clumsy with his movements sticking you with his tongue quite literally. it isn’t until he finds that frustrated nub. he begins to suck on it enthusiastically. your eyes began to water & mouth growing dry, “please don’t stop.” his eyes darken at the newly found desire to get you to come undone this way.

#4 kenpachi zaraki

denial, denial, and more denial. doesn’t believe he has one. he’s the top your the bottom. period. but still he can’t help the way excited trills through him as you praise. tell him how much better he is. how strong he is.

he’s a brute, we know this. you know this. he’s ruined you for anyone else. that was proven as you completely lose your mind against the wall. he’s got a tight grip on your ass, fingers digging into the plush pillows. his thrust are steady and powerful. this does nothing but make your sanity crumble. you work up the nerve to ask, “harder,” you squeak out. his eye light up as he picks up the pace. that’s not good enough though, kenpachi is surprised as your hungry pussy sucks him in further. “please harder ken.” he’s hesitant, but complies. his heavy cock practically kisses your womb. there it was, the crest of your orgasm. “fuck! just like that.”

your whimpers carry up to his ears. your hands grab up against his neck, the coil in your stomach is unbearable. “how am i making you feel honey,” he asks a playful tone in his voice, already knowing the answer. “just perfect,” you hum. your too cock drunk to notice he’s already spilled his cum in you & his thighs tremble against you.

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[danddymaro]

The Healer| Hanataro Yamada x Reader

 Maybe you want to take this as something more friendly than romantic, either way, Hanataro is with you!

kind and supportive bb right here.

Reader is 3rd Division so we’re gonna talk about Gin my peeps.

Hanataro def. has a crush on the reader.

word count: 2722

The healer

“ Ah ! (f/n)-chan! (f/n)-chan!” A very familiar voice persisted, each word followed by exhausted, huffy breaths that came out in heavy bursts.

Slowly, the young woman turned around to see the indigo-haired young male stumble in her direction with his ever-present, shaky smile being worn as a pleasantry to everyone he came across. 

“Hanataro,” she said with a touch of wonder, surprised to see him, but nonetheless addressing him with a small smile because the surprise didn't mean he wasn't welcome to approach her.

He was always welcomed, always appreciated.

His cheeks turned pink out of exhaustion and undoubtedly his usual fluster as he began to ramble, 

“I saw you walk by and thought hey! you seem like you're not doing anything !" he started, the way he fumbled with his hands drawing her attention to them as she listened to him push through the words with an anxiousness that made him speak before he could think.

 "  And guess what? I'm not doing anything - so wait no!” he said panicking, regretting what he said as he lifted his hands up in defense, shaking them frantically to try and get another do-over on his invitation.

  “No, no, no !” he exclaimed, “- not like you're not important, or don't have anything to do! I know you get real busy! Especially with...with

-   I just figured you're just strolling by," he explained. 

"- So, maybe you're free... F- Free to spend time with me...” he then said quietly, still stumbling over his words as he pointed a finger at himself, the ending bit of it sounding so soft she strained to hear it.

She could only shake her head at his animated way of acting before smiling even greater, the placid expression of kindness she wore morphing into one of elated entertainment, and welcome that was always there for him.

 “Of course Hana," she lightly  giggled, " I have time for you,”  she added with a little huff of amusement. 

‘I always have time for you,’ she thought to herself.

Although the touch of coral that had blossomed over his cheeks persisted, soft relief settled over him, and she mused over how adorable he looked.

- How impossibly sweet he always happened to seem.

The joyful moment was cut short when a searing ache shot through her, coming with a ruthless strike of pain that forced her to stumble.

 She winced, attempting her best to keep the noise down and not alarm her friend, but failed miserably from the start.

Instant worry flooded him, and he expressed it in a horrified glance, 

“(f/n)!” he breathed with concern, reaching for her, but stopping short when she was even quicker to push him away.

"I'm fine!" she said hastily, shooting out her hand before he stepped closer to her, but the action itself only served to pain her more, and her knees nearly buckled.

Pathetically, she hunched over, a suppressed howl of pain held back by her tightly gritted teeth.

- The last thing she wanted was for him to make a big deal. 

Above all things, she hated being fussed over.

He shook his head defiantly, ignoring her and rushing to her side instead, the professional practice he took part in every day taking over.

  "You're not!" He stated, showing assertiveness which diminished as his hand accidentally landed over the wounded area on her side and she cried out in pain yet again, that time unbale to hold it back in time. 

 " You have not healed at all!" he said frantically, wide-eyed as he realized that she hadn't healed yet from her previous injury.

Truthfully, there were still so many people that hadn’t healed since the battle against Aizen.

 "Let me just have a look at you !" he argued, trying to coax her into agreeing by shooting large, blue eyes at her that glimmered with concern.

Through her dark lashes she could see his concerned expression as he desperately held still, waiting for the second she accepted his aid, leaving her no real option but to comply. 

Biting her lip, she then looked away, embarrassed. 

As she swallowed both a wad of spit as well as her pride down her throat, she nodded towards him, complying. 

" You can...” She told him, “But it’s not nessisary, I'm fine, really..." she persisted, trying to make her injury seem less severe even before he could see it.

- And it was because she knew how nasty it looked.

"I’m fine...” she said before hanging her head low to hide her humiliation, grateful that at the very least there wasn’t anyone else around. 

“- can we please go somewhere else first?” the woman asked, and he understood, silently nodding. 

His only concern was the wounds she retained and how he could help. 

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It’s been the first time he was truly alone with her, and while it made him somewhat nervous, it was the idea of being in her home, alone that really set his heart off.

Nothing would happen, of course he wasn’t stupid enough to think there could be, but even then, such a  pretty girl in his presence always had him feeling like anything he would do could be wrong.

Once inside and after sitting down on the tatami mat, she gingerly removed the top of her uniform, letting it hang from her waist, exposing a poorly bandaged chest to him so that everything that showed the evidence of her prior battle was set before his eyes.

Meanwhile he removed his medic kit that was stapped to his back, setting it downcarefully before he looked up at her again.

She was ashamed of the ugly scars marring her skin, the deep, dark carvings that never went away disgusting to her.

She was ashamed over every carved indent, every ugly mark that refused to leave… she hated it all. 

And sure enough she was also embarrassed over her crudely done patchwork, because it’d been a long time since she actually had anyone looking at her. 

She took care of herself, and while sometimes it took just a bit too long to be fully healed, she always pulled through.

Somehow, she always pulled through.

'I'm ugly aren't I?' She thought with a bitter smile, having noticed his horrified glance that happened at first before he composed himself.

 Before long is blue eyes were intent to find the problem which was hidden beneath her patchwork.

“(F/n)?” he then started, almost uncertain as he picked his eye sup to her face, 

“Can I?” he asked softly, his right hand's index and middle fingers hooking within a loser part of the bandages.

With a nervous bite to her lower lip she nodded her head, choosing to look away as he removed them with a gingerly tug that let them slowly flow down.

He noticed the way she practically shrunk and pulled down her head, and while her state of undress had it’s part in her embarrassment, he’d caught on to what filled the rest. 

Perhaps he wasn’t always the sharpest, but after knowing (F/n) little by little, he’d noticed just a couple of things about her that had always made him purse his lips. because he found it sad that such a beautiful person had such an ugly idea about herself.

"- There's nothing to be ashamed of," he told her offering her a gentle smile of assurance, not quite convincing her, though giving her enough comfort to let her shoulders slowly slack. 

"- You're still beautiful," He said meekly, and he didn't dare to look up at her, instead, keeping his eyes down, trying to focus on the terrible bruising that decorated her flesh, needing his every bit of will to not tremble too mcuh.

 Her eyes went wide at his statement, and she couldn't help but let a stray tear escape her. 

" Why are you saying that?"  she mumbled with a touch of fluster, her eyes thick with glisten.

 "- You're trying so hard to hide them," he said with certainty. " You always try so hard to hide them,” he commented, having noticed how she hid even the smallest ones with shame beneath long sleeves.

 “I suppose this is why you hardly ever go to my division willingly," he added with knowing, having suspected it before then.

“That’s why you take care of yourself too...And you don’t let anyone look at you. Even right now... you're ashamed to even let me look at them," he continued. 

“no one is ever afraid of me,” he mused out loud as he made the recall, “ But right now your acting like it,” he said with a soft chuckle.

"You have to know... (f/n)-chan. I don't care," he told her, the soft curling of the ends of his mouth a true translation from his heart.

"They're not ugly… they're.... interesting," he said, finding the right word to describe them. 

"I mean, if I'm being honest,  I think they're kinda’ cool !" he said with enthusiasm, his teeth showing as he actually grinned.

“Maybe if I had some like these no one would make fun of me and think I'm such a wuss!” he freely chuckled, his own self doubt evident.

They looked at each other for a few second more before he decided to bring his eyes back down to the trouble spots, his gaze fleeing as he coward.

His hands hovered over her flesh, the green glow to them warm, but not as pleasantly warming as his true touch when his palms accidently grazed her as they traveled, taking care of every other patch he could.

She sat dumbfounded at his innocence and shook her head at his little rant. 

She hadn't noticed how he put even more effort into transferring his energy, trying to erase the evidence of the injury as best he could doing so as she was distracted by running thoughts.

"Thank you," She said softly, her heart truly bursting with happiness as she watched him then fumble the medical kit, finding the materials he needed to bandage her up. 

He’d care for her properly, show her that there was no harm in being tended to.

" No need, " He said while offering yet another smile to her. 

" I heal people remember? " he said with a brightness that shined so bright she felt warm in his presence.

" You just need some healing here too…" he said poking between her naked chest, and the touch had her glowing with new color.

He seemed to understand that what he’d done, as kind as it had intended to be, was something that shouldn't have been proceeded with with how she was.

 She didn’t say anything, and he took it as a forgiveness, as a sign she’d understood he hadn’t meant wrong.

He then cleared his throat, 

" Now, " he then stated, "You should rest," he proposed. 

"No one bounces back so quickly," he informed her, " Plenty of the captains are still healing, their lieutenant as well. 

- In fact, the head captain himself has taken his visits to my division too," he continued to inform her.

"So you don't have to prove anything to anyone," he said with certainty, speaking from the heart. 

"Plenty of us look up to you already... I look up to you...” He confessed. 

“ For us, it’d be more disappointing to know you overworked yourself than to know you took a moment to breathe," Hanataro kept speaking.

“And about your scars... Their mark doesn’t take away from who you are...It doesn’t make you any less beautiful , because you’re a-” it was then that he heard a little sniffle, and  he stiffened at the sound.

Her name came out in a little, uncertain mumble, his eyebrows drawn up with a soft worry.

She didn’t let him finish, not needing to hear more,

"Thank you, Hana..." (f/n) breathed, her breath coming out shaky.

Ever since her captain had left there'd been a heavy ache in her chest. 

Gin had left not only a vacant seat, but a little hole in her heart that was yet another wound she couldn’t mend.

She wasn’t the only one suffering, and she knew that it would take a long time for things to get better, and even so, she still felt alone. 

She still felt hurt, and that somehow that pain would not go away, and no matter how much she wanted to say what plagued her, it felt impossible.

Even as she offered her time to Izuru, helping him pull through the same pain she had, she never stayed long enough to receive the same encouragement back.

- And she knew that it was something that weighed at his heart too, because he couldn't help her. 

He couldn't help someone that always drew back, and especially not when he hadn’t healed himself.

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“Hana...” she murmured, her voice frail. “ can I hug you?” she asked, needing it, needing someone’s touch, someone who cared. 

If she could choose anyone in the world, if she could give in to someone just once, then he’d be the person.

He silently nodded as he leaned in, opening his arms and waiting for her as she met him in between. 

“And Can you stay with me?” she asked him, “ just for a while? “ she shakenly asked as she snuggled into his arms more, ashamed at how desperatly she held on.

“Just this once,” she promised. 

He sat there with her in between his legs and pulled to his chest.

Her wet cheek was pressed against his torso, and she struggled to speak, not thinking for once, just saying what came to mind, what regularly weighed her down.

“I- I miss him so much!” she lamented, saying what she hadn’t been able to tell her fellow division members, because he hadn’t left anything good behind.

-Nothing but crumbles.

“I hate him for leaving!  I hate him for hurting us... but I miss him, and I wish he was here so I could tell him!” she continued. 

“ And I wish I could see his stupid face again!” (f/n) hiccupped.

“I wish that , that he’d tell us why, why he hurt us,” She asked, knowing that it was too late to know, the answer to that question just as dead as he was.

“Didn’t he care?

...Even a little?” she asked herself, wondering if he felt anything as he watched her and Izuru in the same battlefield as he was.

She wondered if he could feel the way they looked at him, with so much trampled over love that it was impossible to keep looking, to keep giving him the opportunity to see their repressed sorrow.

And Rangiku,

- Was she also nothing to him too?

“Was he really trying to kill me?” (f/n) then breathed, shaking terribly as she remembered his cold gaze, the quick slice of his extended blade still felt with every time the wound throbbed.

At that, Hanataro held her tighter, not knowing the truth, just knowing what he was told. 

He’d heard it from another person in his squadron, the girl a rather chatty one that knew too much about too many people.

“Poor girl...” she started, whispered to him as (f/n) walked past with a small stack of paperwork being delivered.

“I remember she used to follow him around all the time... Anyone could tell she was in love with him,” she then added, and hearing that, perhaps it should have felt more of a scathe. 

It should have made him feel jealous, but instead he felt saddened. 

Saddened, because the truth was, it wasn’t so hard to believe.

- And he remembered how little she smiled after he left.

“Then  I heard that he tried to kill her,” she then went on, tutting. “to think he’d be so cold...so vile,” she huffed.

“-If it hadn’t been for her lieutenant, that traitor would have sliced right through her.” she informed him with notable distain.

Silently, Hanataro listened, his expression downhearted as he continued to listen, wondering if the gossip had reached (f/n).

“You can cry all you want,” he then said, “I'll stay here with you until there’s nothing left,” he promised her, after all, healing was his specialty.

A/N: First off, I LOVE THIS BOY. AND I LOVE ANGST. 

I'm sorry I drifted off with the Gin thing, I just have this BIG boner for that theme. It was originally supposed to be including Tosen/ shuhei, but I felt Gin was better because I can only assume he died being a villain to everyone else. Tosen at the very least, right at the end, was able to mend things with his people. 

In a way at least before Aizen said, “your time is up my boi”

Tbh, speaking story wise, people could interpret it as her in Love with gin, but honestly there are so many forms of love, and if someone I cared about and respected, and looked up to so much just left me...yeah. 

I’d be hurt.

[animeloverskylarmoon]

Hanataro Yamada x Reader- Oneshot (Bleach)

"It's that punk again how pathetic." your eyes raised at the people gathered before you. A few of the reapers were gathered around someone. As you got closer you could see who it was.

 "Of course." you thought with a sigh. You don't know why, but somehow the blue haired healer always managed to get himself into a pickle. 

"C-Come on guys w-were all on the same side." you could hear the tremor in his voice. 

"Alright the fun is over I need him." you spoke boredly. A few of them stepped away from the reaper, and when his eyes caught you they lit up.

"(Y-Y/N)-chan!" Hanataro ran to your side and you looked over at the other annoyed reapers. One of them smirked. 

"Heh, you're always helping him, I'm starting to think you have a crush on the little guy." your face turned red. 

"Like hell I do!!" you bellowed. You raised your sword threateningly. 

"If you keep spouting such trash I'll make you regret it!" you barked. He took a step back when he felt your reiatsu start to overflow. He turned without another word, his friends following behind him. You sheath your blade with a huff. 

"Idiots." you looked back at Hanataro who was smiling at you happily. "W-What!" you demanded. Your face was getting hot by the way he was staring at you. He blinked, waving his hands around. 

"N-Nothing. Y-You're just always helping me. Thank you (Y/N)-chan." you looked away walking. "Whatever." you grumbled. Hanataro followed you and you kept your gaze low. Hoping he couldn't read the way his smile had affected you. 

"W-Why do I even like him?" You couldn't understand it. You were a fighter, he was a healer. The both of you were total opposites yet..you always found yourself helping him.

Sometimes you would go out of your way to make sure he was okay, especially since he was an easy target for some of the other reapers who apparently had nothing better to do than pick on the adorable guy. "(Y/N)-chan?" you looked up quickly in a sort of panic. 

"What's wrong are you okay!?" you asked urgently. You just assumed maybe something was wrong. Hanataro looked at you for a few moments before smiling again. 

"I'm fine, I was just asking if you were okay but you didn't respond so I thought something was wrong. " He stepped forward, taking your hands.

"If something is wrong you can tell me. I know I'm not much of a help, but I'll do what I can. You're always there for me, it's the least I can do." His blue orbs looked so determined, so generally concerned. 

"That's why...that's why I'm in love with him.." Hanataro was right, he wasn't strong, yet what had drawn you to him wasn't his brute strength, no, it was that look. The one that would do anything to help his friend even if he knew he could get hurt in the process. He was brave.

Your eyes lowered, pulling your hand out of his. 

"I'm fine don't worry. " You hated the fact that you weren't as brave as he was. Yeah, you could hold your own in a fight, but internally you were a coward. You couldn't even tell the one guy you had been in love with for years that you liked him. You swallowed. "Thank you though." you muttered. Hanataro grinned. 

"Of course!" He chirped.

~~

"Rukia-san, are you sure this is all the paperwork. " You tried to stifle a laugh as Hanataro tried to balance the large pile of documents in his arms. She nodded with a smile of her own. 

"Yes, although you don't have to try and carry them in one trip, you could always come back for the rest. " he shook his head frantically. 

"T-That's not necessary!" You knew why he didn't want to make two trips. He was probably scared he would get jumped again. You stepped forward, taking the top half of the documents. He titled his head. 

"(Y/N)-chan?" you raised your head with a light blush on your face. 

"It would be a hassle if you hurt yourself just carrying papers." You didn't say anything after that, you just started walking and Hanataro stumbled trying to catch up with you. 

"W-Wait up!!" He fell in step, the both of you walking side by side. Rukia watched the scene with a knowing look.

Hanataro's eyes wandered over you. He'd known you since well, forever. Back in the academy no one really ever paid much mind to him, yet you always seemed to be looking his way. You helped him constantly and he always wondered why. 

You never demanded anything in return. Nor did you pick on him like the others. In the back of his mind he thought, he hoped maybe you felt the same way he did. It was foolish. You were a strong beautiful fighter. And he was just well..Hanataro. There wasn't anything grand, so why, why did you even give him the time of day.

Hanataro had been so caught up in his own thoughts he didn't see you come to a complete stop. You were looking ahead with hardened eyes. When he noticed he stopped too. His eyes landed on the reapers who had been pestering him for the past week. The leader of the group stepped forward with a cocky grin. 

"What do we have here, two lover birds taking a stroll." you growled at him. 

"Beat it idiots, we're not interested. " His grin got wider. "We? So I was right. You are with the pathetic excuse for a reaper." he taunted. You gritted your teeth. 

"Shut up!!" you demanded.

"Oh! It's fine the both of you make a great couple." You exploded.

"SHUT UP THERE'S NO WAY I'D LIKE A WEAKLING LIKE HIM MUCH LESS DATE HIM!!"

Hanataro stood there hoping what he had just heard was all in his head. When he saw the wide smiles of the other reapers faces he knew it was true. That's what you thought of him. You probably felt sorry for him. No wonder you were always helping. 

"Heh, who was I kidding..of course that's what she thinks of me.." He should have expected it. There was no way someone like you would go for someone like him.

As soon as the words left your mouth you regretted it. Your eyes glanced back at Hanataro. Your heart clenched at the hurt look in his eyes. 

"Hanataro.." the other reapers looked satisfied at Hanataro's broken stare. 

"Of course not, glad you realize how useless he really is." They didn't say much else, walking off with laughs. You watched as they slowly faded from your view.

"Hanataro I-"

"It's fine." he cut you off. He gave you a smile, walking off ahead. You followed, unsure of what you could say. Every step you took felt like a weight on your heart. 

"You don't have to explain. I know you don't have those feelings for me. You are right though I am a weakling. " he laughed bitterly. "You don't have to keep looking out for me you know. It's probably a bother." Your hands gripped the papers tighter. 

"T-That's not why I.." you stopped yourself from saying anymore. Hanataro didn't look back at you. Otherwise he probably would have noticed the conflict in your eyes. 

"Either way, it's not necessary. I can take care of myself." you were shocked at how cold the words he spoke came out. The both of you continued on your way, neither saying a word to each other after that.

The weeks following that incident felt like hell. You weren't sure if Hanataro was avoiding you. Although it was pretty obvious he was. Whenever there was paperwork to collect someone else came to get them. Not once did Hanataro visit your barracks. You tried going to him and maybe apologizing for the harsh words you said. 

Every time you entered, as soon as he saw you he would make any excuse to leave. At first you understood, but after a while it got to you. You had blown it with him. There was no way he would talk to you again. All because you were too scared to admit your feelings.

"I ruined everything.."

~~~~~

You sat outside your captain's squad, tears falling to your lap. You didn't notice Rukia standing behind you watching the scene. She stepped out of the room finally making her presence known and you wiped at your eyes hurriedly. 

"R-Rukia-san." you said a bit startled. You didn't want her to see you like this, weak and broken.

She took a seat at your side. 

"Are you alright, you've been like this for a while. Do you want me to call Hanataro. I'm sure he can-"

"NO!" you yelled. Her eyes widened and you looked down. "N-No it's fine I'm okay." Rukia's eyes narrowed. 

"I have a feeling that has something to do with him (Y/N)-chan. He hasn't been by for a while now. He usually stops by at least once a week to say hello." you didn't answer, but she knew that was the case. 

From the looks of it, you weren't going to confront the problem. And Hanataro wasn't going to either. Rukia stood up, giving you a pat on the shoulder. She walked off without a word and you were thankful. Rukia stepped into the office with a new mission.

"Since the both of them are going to avoid the problem, I guess I'll just have to give you a little nudge."

~~~~

"Is there anything else taicho?" Jushiro shook his head. "I believe that's all." he said, shooting you a smile as he gathered the remainder of documents on his desk. You walked over with a sigh of relief as you placed what you had completed on his desk. 

"You've been working really hard. Would you like some tea." you giggled with a nod. Jushiro really acted like an old man sometimes. "Sure taicho." you accepted. He looked excited as he stood to get a kettle going.

Just as he walked off you heard frantic steps coming from outside. Your eyebrow raised when you saw the door fly open. Rukia rushed in with a desperate look on her face. 

"(Y/N)!!" she sounded scared. "I-It's Hanataro.." You could see the present tears in her eyes. Her voice broke and your eyes shook, heart thumping in fear.

"W-What's wrong!!" She was holding unto your shoulders panting. You could see the sweat gathered on her forehead. 

"There was a hollow attack at the fourth squad barracks. I-I was there talking to Hanataro when it happened. T-They came out of nowhere! There were so many. H-He pushed me out of the way, b-but h-he...he got badly injured. Unohana-taicho says he still hasn't woken up yet. " your body was trembling as you took in the information. 

"N-No.." you staggered for a moment, bolting out the door. Rukia watched as you went dashing through the barracks. When you were gone she wiped the tear from the corner of her eyes with a grin.

"Success!" 

Jushiro walked back in with a kettle in his hand. "Hmm, where did (Y/N)-chan go?" Rukia brushed it off. 

"She had something to take care of. Can I have some tea?" Jushiro nodded with a smile. 

"Of course. "

~~~

You pushed your body to go as fast as you could. When you finally got to the fourth squad barracks there was a visible hole in the wall of the building at the med area where patients usually resided. You panicked, rushing up the stairs. You were sprinting down the corridors, trying to get to your destination. You skidded to a stop when you got there. 

You almost ripped the door off its hinges trying to get in. When you entered the first thing you saw was Hanataro standing with a few scratches on his face. "Hanataro!!" he turned and you dove into his arms. He stumbled back, surprised at the way your hands wrapped around his neck.

"(Y-Y/N)??" you clenched him tightly. 

"I'm sorry!" you cried. 

"I-I'm so sorry for what I said!! It was so mean. I-I only said it because I didn't want to admit the truth. " Hanataro couldn't do much but listen as you rambled on. "I-I've loved you for so long and I was too scared to say anything so I-I lied when those reapers asked me. I-I was embarrassed. " Hanataro's body went rigid.

"D-Did she just say that she.." He was dreaming, he had to be. You just kept on going.

"B-But when Rukia said you were attacked by that hollow all I could think about is never getting the chance to tell you, a-all because I was a coward." you wept. Hanataro could feel you shaking against him. 

"I love you Hanataro, I love you, I love you!" Hanataro's heart beat increased rapidly at your confession. He pulled back with wide eyes. "You..love me.." you nodded with a smile.

"I love you so much Hanataro!" you confessed. Hanataro's eyes softened. This is what he'd wanted for so long. "I love you too (Y/N)-chan." your eyes started to well up with tears again. You grabbed either side of his cheeks, pressing your lips to his own. 

Hanataro's eyes grew wide at the action. He just stood there frozen as you kept your lips pressed to his. When you pulled away his cheeks were cherry red. You didn't seem to really process what you'd done. When you did you pulled away with a heavy blush. 

"Ah! G-Gomen!!" you apologized. You lifted your hand, blocking your lips with the back of your palm. Hanataro looked down at his feet, face still flushed.

"I-It's okay.." he mumbled. The both of you just stood there awkwardly for a while. Something finally hit you though. 

"W-Wait, Rukia said you were unconscious, how did you recover so quickly from the hollow attack?"

"Hollow attack? I wasn't attacked by a hollow." you gave him a blank look. 

"E-Eh?"

"Kurotsuchi-taicho brought a new invention of his, he said it would help charge some of the machines we have here. I guess I tried to charge too many at once because it exploded. " Your eyes moved over to the piece of metal that was smoking on the ground. "Is that so.." He nodded. "Hai!" you smiled, looking at the cute expression on his face. 

"You should be more careful, it could have been far worse. " He whined. "(Y/N)-chan don't lecture me." you shook your head at his pout. 

"You're my responsibility now so how can I not." you said folding your arms. He looked at you for a few seconds, a smile slowly making its way on his face. He bowed. "Then please take care of me from now on!" you flushed. 

"H-Hey no need to bow." you advised rubbing the back of your head bashfully. He stood up straight with a boyish grin. An arrow struck you right in the heart at his expression.

"Damn it..he's definitely going to be the death of me."