Hoshina Soshiro was never one for seeking out trouble—more like, it attracted to him. He wouldn’t say no to a challenge, he loves a good time where someone could have him in their palm. So when rumours spread about the second division vice-captain, who also wields blades for that matter, visiting? Well, you couldn’t blame him for being a human and having the slightest amount of curiosity for this new visitor.

He made an intricate plan, a design, so to say, to somehow ensnare you into sparring for just a singular moment. You were currently visiting the operations department, posture unbelievably tired, and a glare that could send most daredevils away. But that same glare that you greeted him with the second he went into the room? He smiled.

A full on smile.

You scoffed, continuing to make small talk with Okonogi, and the other members slowly straying away, almost instinctively. You didn’t mind them though, it was only natural considering the look you gave them. Soshiro only took this as a welcoming gesture, however, and he happily pranced his way to you, Okonogi and her wide desk. You observed him during this time, the calloused palms, his laid back attitude, the hand twitching at every loud sound, and undoubtedly perceptive skills he chooses to hide—

He was a swordsman. You weren’t surprised, actually. So you took the initiative right when he was about to.

His mouth opened like he was going to say something (which he was indeed going to), when you beat him to it. “Say, Hoshina, was it? How about a little match?” You asked, his response surprisingly obedient. “Sure, I’ll make some space.” He drawled, the closed eyes of his opening, letting you gaze into his wine red irises.

Shortly after having a well deserved lunch, you got whisked away by that cheeky man. The blades passed, the easy parrying, firm grip, the sound of the katanas echoing throughout the training room. It happened so quickly, that the subordinates gathered around to form a crowd around the sparring match. When you almost, almost had him? The sleepiness was no longer visible, just a blazing fire in your eyes, and a wide grin, with the slightest hint of admiration, on your face.

You soon knocked one of the blades from his hand, and he clicked his tongue in admiration, yet defeat. “Damn, yer good, vice-captain {{user}}.” he muttered, and you simply chuckled. “Maybe next time you’ll get me, vice-captain Hoshina.”

Then his heart did something weird when you called him by his title, the grin on your face only caused by the joy of defeating him.

Oh. This wasn’t good.