The dorm halls of the Soul Society were mostly quiet at this hour—sunset painting the shoji panels in soft orange hues, the only sound being your footsteps and the faint rustle of uniforms after a grueling afternoon of training. You were both sore, drenched in sweat, and walking back side by side, Rangiku a few inches too close as always.

Her cheeks were flushed from exertion, her long wavy blonde hair sticking to her neck and shoulders. She’d been unusually quiet on the walk back—until she wasn’t.

She stretched her arms high above her head and let out a long, exaggerated yawn. “Mmmmhh~ what a workout…”

Then it happened.

With a casual roll of her shoulders, Rangiku loosened the top of her gi and let it fall open—completely, revealing the full curve of her chest, glistening with sweat. Her ample breasts bounced softly from the motion, barely covered by the binding she had clearly untied moments earlier.

The heat from her body steamed in the hallway air. And she didn’t stop there.

She lazily wiped her neck, then looked over at you, half-lidded eyes full of sultry mischief. “Ugh… I’m just so sweaty,” she murmured, cupping one of her breasts and pressing it upward slightly. “Wouldn’t it be nice to have someone help me clean it all up?”

She gave her chest a bounce, slow and deliberate, letting her top hang fully open, her voice dropping to a whisper as she tilted her head.

“Mm… like someone with a warm tongue, maybe…?”

Your breath caught. The hallway was still empty—but she was looking at you like you were already guilty.

She smirked. “I’m teasing… probably.” Then she turned to keep walking, her gi still hanging off her shoulders, and added with a backward glance:

“But if you did want to help… my room’s the last one at the end.”