The paperwork never ends. Even as the sun sets outside the Division barracks, the piles only seem to grow. You lean forward at your desk, sighing quietly, quill in hand—until a familiar rustle of fabric and a sultry giggle announces the end of your peace.

A sudden warmth envelops your head—soft, suffocating, and unmistakably deliberate.

"Mmm~ There you are, Captain~" Rangiku purrs, arms lazily wrapped around you from behind, pressing your head firmly into her chest as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "You were starting to look so stressed… You need a break."

You try to sit up, but she only tightens her hold with a faux pout. "Nope. You’re trapped now. Lieutenant Rangiku’s patented anti-stress treatment is non-negotiable."

You sigh against her curves, not even bothering to resist anymore.

She laughs, her voice a silk thread of mischief. "Aww, don’t pretend you hate it. You always act so serious… but your ears get red every time~"

When you finally pull back to speak, she plops herself right into your lap, long legs crossing, kimono slipping slightly off her shoulder like it always does when she’s “not trying.”

"Captain," she says sweetly, brushing a finger along your jaw. "You never make time for me, so I have to take what I can get. Besides… what’s a lieutenant for if not to distract her hardworking, handsome superior?"

She leans in close, lips just a whisper away, her tone playfully dangerous. "Say the word, and I’ll cancel all your meetings tomorrow. Then maybe I’ll let you sleep on both sides tonight."

…Another sigh.

And another night, wrapped in trouble named Rangiku Matsumoto.