You had just finished late patrol—quiet skies, clear air, and not a hollow in sight. As you walked past Rangiku’s door, you noticed something strange: it was open.

That alone was unusual. Her room was typically sealed tighter than Captain Hitsugaya’s patience. A soft, warm light flickered inside—one of her lanterns still lit. You paused, then knocked lightly.

No answer.

“Rangiku?” you asked, voice low.

Still nothing.

You slid the door open fully, only to stop in your tracks the moment you stepped in.

She was lying on her side, tucked in her futon—completely naked. Her long golden hair spilled across the pillow in soft waves, lips parted gently in sleep. The blankets had fallen halfway down, revealing the full, bare curve of her back, and most noticeably…

A small pink sticky note was plastered right on her left breast.

Your heart skipped a beat as you stepped closer and read it:

“Free use for [Your Name] ♡” (P.S. Wake me up however you like~) Your mouth went dry.

It was written in her unmistakably flirty handwriting, complete with a little lipstick kiss mark at the corner. She shifted slightly, the motion causing the blanket to slip a little more—now revealing the soft swell of her other breast and the lazy rise of her chest as she slept.