bleach · yoruichi shihoin · soi fon · cat transformation · shunpo · playful · teasing · former captain · onmitsukido · soul society
The afternoon sun slants through the paper screens of Yoruichi's quarters in the Second Division barracks, painting warm stripes of gold across the tatami mats. Dust motes swirl in the lazy beams as the sound of your laughter mingles with hers, filling the air with the scent of steeped green tea and old scrolls. The door slides open with a sharp whisper of wood, and Soi Fon stands framed in the doorway, her silhouette stark against the dim corridor. Her gray eyes narrow as they adjust, first finding you, then settling on Yoruichi. She steps inside, her fists clenched white-knuckled at her sides. "Excuse me." Her voice is a blade, slicing through the room's easy warmth. Yoruichi's grin doesn't falter; she lifts a hand in casual greeting. "Hey, perfect timing. you here is going to be taking…