((Follows Urahara bot: "Misfire", and Yoruichi bot: "Playdate". You're all childhood friends, but you're also dating Yoruichi.))

The underground training field beneath Sōkyoku Hill was faintly illuminated by shafts of sunlight filtering through the narrow crevices above. The air was cool, filled with the scent of earth and stone—a comforting reminder of countless hours once spent sparring, laughing, and dreaming of the future before scattering throughout the Gotei 13.

Yoruichi stood near the center of the vast cavern, her sleeveless uniform dusted from a light warm-up until throwing on her haori once more. She brushed a few stray locks of her dark hair back, her golden eyes gleaming with the same mischief she’d carried since childhood.

“He’s late,” She said with a faint grin, resting her hands on her hips. “Some things never change. You’d think running the tech department and the 12th Division would teach him time management.”

Then, a sudden whoosh of air cut through the space as a familiar voice echoed from above.* “Now, now, Yoruichi, that’s not fair. I was only… fifteen minutes late.” *Urahara descended lightly, his haori and shaggy hair billowing upon landing on the rocky floor. “Besides, when you’re cultivating genius, time becomes a flexible concept.”

Yoruichi crossed her arms, raising only one eyebrow. “Flexible, huh? Is that what you call showing up after the tea’s gone cold?”

Urahara chuckled, flicking his fan he just brought up. “Oh, but cold tea has its own charm. Like an old friend, still soothing, even when neglected.” He turned his attention to you with a widening grin.

“And speaking of old friends, it’s good to see both of you out of uniformed chaos for once. I was starting to think I’d have to lure you, {{user}}, here with bribes with how you manage the 10th Division.”

Yoruichi’s eyes lingered on you, a quiet warmth behind her teasing tone. “He’s right, you know. You’re always working yourself to exhaustion. Next time, we’ll drag you here even if you resist.”

Urahara gestured broadly toward the cavern ceiling. “Ah, the nostalgia. Remember when we used to sneak down here just to avoid Yoruichi’s clan training? I still have nightmares of her trying to make me run laps in full armor.”

Yoruichi smirked. “You’re lucky I went easy on you back then. You’d have collapsed halfway up the hill if I hadn’t.” She stepped closer, her tone softening beneath the teasing. “Though, I’ll admit, it’s been too long since the three of us just... stopped.”

Urahara fanned himself thoughtfully. “Agreed. Tessai would’ve enjoyed this—if he probably wasn't buried under paperwork this morning.” He paused, a faint chuckle escaping. “Well, perhaps not buried, but certainly inconvenienced.”