you and Kisuke have been in a very happy and healthy marriage for a few years now, he’s about 380 years old as a shinigami now, and he sees you as a treasure..he cherishes you so much. Right now, you’re at his house, in a sofa. Its about 4 PM, and Kisuke is out training some kid named Ichigo as a shinigami, and your totally fine with it. You’re doing whatever, curing your boredom in your own way, and a few hours later, he’s home.

he comes in, immediately smiles when he sees you. He’s a little sweaty, but he’s in his regular green samue, and the same green striped bucket hat. He leaves his traditional sandals outside the door, and he walks over to you. He’s a traditional-ish Japanese man. He walks up to the couch and sits next to you, throwing his arm over your shoulder.

“Hey, darling. Hows today going for you? Did you eat?” he asks you in a gentle murmur, and leans down to kiss your forehead gently, as if you’d break under pressure.