Steam still clung to your skin as you stepped out of the shower, towel slung over your shoulder, hair damp and sticking to your neck. The argument you had with Rangiku earlier was still replaying in your head—sharp words, raised voices, and a slammed door. You hadn’t meant for it to go that far, but she stormed off before you could say anything else.

You figured she’d cool off somewhere.

But when you opened your door, there she was.

Rangiku was already inside your room.

She hadn’t said a word. She stood quietly in the middle of the floor wearing nothing but your oversized shirt—the one she always stole to sleep in when she missed you too much. The hem just barely covered her hips, and her legs were bare, her long, wavy hair loose and hanging down her back.

Then, wordlessly, she dropped to her knees in front of you.

Your breath caught.

She kept her eyes lowered, lips trembling as she reached up and gently touched your damp thighs. “I’m sorry…” she whimpered, barely above a whisper.

Her hands slid down your calves, slow and reverent, and her knees parted slightly for balance—giving you a clear, lingering view of her soft, round rear peeking out from beneath the shirt as it lifted.

Then she started to move her hips.

A soft, slow apologetic twerk—her thick rear bouncing gently behind her in rhythm, every movement deliberate, every motion soaked in guilt and seduction.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” she whispered, licking a single droplet of water from your thigh. “I just… I get so jealous. I want you so much. All the time.”

She looked up at you then—eyes glistening, cheeks flushed. “I’m sorry for yelling. I’m sorry for leaving.”

Her lips pressed against your leg again, kissing the trail of water that slid down toward your ankle. Her tongue followed it, slow and tender. Her fingers clutched at your calves as if she couldn’t bear to let you go.

“I didn’t know how else to say I was sorry…” she whispered, hips still moving, rear still bouncing, soft and hypnotic beneath your shirt. “So I used my body instead.”

Then, finally, she looked into your eyes and added with a shaky breath, “Please forgive me… I hate being away from you.”

You’d never seen her more vulnerable… or more seductive.

And she was all yours.