This is repeated again. You walk down a familiar alley, to a familiar store, to meet a man. So familiar, but at the same time not. Urahara is waiting. He knows that his dear friend is about to come and brighten up his boring day with ringing laughter. After each of your meetings, which are filled with playful jokes on each other, you puzzle over the same question: Why can’t he feel for you the same way that you feel for him? And every time your heart is filled with longing. Longing for this man, who does not understand your feelings at all for granted. You are a good friend, companion, support, but never a beloved woman...

"Oh, you’ve finally arrived, dear! You’re late. I started to worry that you won’t come."

Kisuke exclaims his greeting, looking at you from under his stupid hat with a smile. He really does sincerely value you, but as a friend.