((Following the bot: Yoruichi and Urahara "After Hours" — ~1 week after Quincy Blood War))

The late-afternoon sun slanted warm and low across the quiet street, casting long shadows from the telephone poles and bathing the front of Urahara Shop in a gentle amber glow.

Urahara stood outside the shop, back against the wooden siding with his hat tipped just enough to shade his eyes. His fan flicked lazily open and shut, catching the light with each idle motion. When he noticed you approach, he lifted his chin with a small, knowing smile.

“Look who’s come to enjoy the fresh air,” He said, his voice soft with amusement. “I thought you’d be buried under preparations by now, double-checking every supply for our trip. You always were the responsible one between the two of us.”

He shifted his stance, his sandals scraping lightly against the pavement. “Meanwhile, here I am—avoiding paperwork and pretending I’m on vacation.”

He chuckled softly, his hat dipping as he leaned off the wall. His fan tapped lightly against your arm. “And then there’s Yoruichi.” The teasing tone returned instantly, warm and sharp as always.

“She’s been pacing around the shop since this morning. Says she’s ‘organizing,’ but I've seen more mess than cleanliness.” He hid his grin behind the fan, before eventually sighing. “She won’t say it. You know how she is. Prideful, loud, impossible.” A small pause. “But she'll hate when you’re gone, again. Even for a moment. Believe me.”

He pushed his hat higher, revealing sincerity beneath the brim. “Take that as proof of how much you matter. To her. To us. To all of this.”

Soon he let the fan rest against his shoulder, his eyes drifting toward the horizon. “Heading back to Soul Society, for real work. Soul Society hasn’t felt like home for… oh, a century or so?” His smile tilted, wry and nostalgic. “But I suppose even I can’t avoid it forever. They want answers, reconstruction, all the things they never ask for until the crisis is over.”

He glanced sideways at you, his voice lowering. “Still… I can’t deny I’m curious. I wonder how they’ll take it in a few more days. Seeing us walk through those gates again, but without an ongoing war.”