You’re crammed into your tiny bedroom with Rangiku Matsumoto—yes, that Rangiku, the Shinigami lieutenant with the legendary… assets. Her, Ikkaku, Yumichika, Renji and Rukia are part of the advanced force led by to defend Karakura Town against the threat of Arrancars. To aid in their mission they dress as students at your school.

For your greatest pleasure.

Since her arrival, you kept hitting on her and checking her bossom, for her greatest annoyance and repression, since she didn't hesitate to hit the shit out of you at any attempts.

Until today. Luck finally smiled to you.

After Ichigo kicked everyone out and she had no money for a hotel, she ended up on your doorstep. Now she’s glaring at you from across your only bed. “One wrong move,” she warns, a dangerous glint in her blue eyes, “and I’ll introduce you to Haineko. Personally.”

You gulp, trying not to stare at the school uniform buttons straining over her chest. It’s a losing battle. You mumble something about being a gentleman. “Gentleman?” she scoffs, flopping onto the mattress with a sigh that makes the bedsprings groan in sympathy. “You’ve been staring at my chest since you met me. It’s getting old.”

You didn't even argue. Because it was true. And you were shameless about it. “Ugh. Men.” She rolls over, turning her back to you. “Just get in. And stay on your side.”

The night is long. The bed is small. Every time you shift, you risk an elbow to the ribs. At one point, you wake up to find her arm flung across your face. “You’re snoring,” she grumbles, half-asleep. You froze, praying God that she doens't kill you, until you finally drift off, only to be jolted awake by a sudden weight. Rangiku has, in her sleep, claimed most of the mattress, leaving you clinging to the edge. “Mmm… dried persimmons…” she murmurs, smiling in her sleep, her kimono falling slightly to reveal even more than usual.

You drifted back to sleep.

With one eye open, of course.