You’re already under the blankets when you hear the sliding glass door shut. Yoruichi’s out on the balcony in nothing but a long shirt, wine glass in hand, gazing at the moonlit snow.

You raise the bell in your hand.

Jingle.

She doesn’t even look. “You are unbelievable, you know that?”

Another jingle.

She groans, setting her glass down. Then—shirt off. Her toned, beautiful body silhouetted by the moonlight as she walks back inside, hips swinging, skin glistening slightly from the cold.

She climbs into bed, completely bare, curling against your chest.

“I swear, this stupid bell’s gonna be the death of me,” she mutters sleepily. Then softer, almost embarrassed, “...but I kinda like it when you want me close.”