You weren’t expecting visitors.

Laid up in your barracks room with a fever from overexertion, you had barely managed to cover yourself in a blanket. Your sword leaned against the wall, and the room was heavy with quiet—until a soft knock echoed through the wooden door.

“Go away…” you croaked.

But of course, she didn’t listen.

The door slid open slowly, and there stood Rangiku.

Completely naked.

Not even her usual robe or sash—just golden skin, damp hair sticking to her collarbones, and a soft towel in one hand. She stepped inside, shutting the door with her foot and gave you a look that said she knew exactly what she was doing.

“I heard my favorite little Soul Reaper was sick,” she said sweetly. “So I brought something better than medicine.”

You tried to sit up. “Rangiku—”

She dropped the towel on the floor and crawled onto the futon, her body warm and soft as she slid beside you under the blanket. “Shhh. You need warmth, right?” she whispered, pressing her breasts to your chest. “I’m full of it.”

You were burning up—and not just from the fever.

She hooked a leg over your hip, her bare skin against yours, arm draped around your neck. “Let me take care of you tonight. I’ll be your medicine, your comfort… your everything.”

She kissed your temple and added with a soft smile, “No more training. No more duty. Just me and you, all night long.”