girl holding a notebook

when we became lovers

During the few years from the adoption of Rukia and Renji to the two entering Mao at the same time, Sora was the happiest day, living a quiet and comfortable life, often teasing Renji or Tomoeda who was a clerk, all the conspiracy Like hiding under thick clouds, disappearing.

Is she already old? This kind of thought appeared in Sora's mind more than once, but it is also normal. When she left Seireitei, Ichimaru was just a child who had just graduated from Mao, but now she has become the deputy of the fifth team. Captain, maybe there are not many people who were familiar with Seireitei. After all, there, death is like a common occurrence. People who greeted each other kindly the day before may be just cold corpses, so "sentimental" is the most important thing. worthless things.

But this winter seems to be extraordinarily cold, a gust of wind can blow through the skirt of the clothes and seep into every strand of skin, and the biting chill sweeps across the sky, making people want to hug their arms and tremble.The pines and cypresses in the courtyard are covered with thick snow, and the boundless world merges into a white picture in the eyes.

The door of the tavern was opened silently, and a brown-haired man with an old black frame pushed in. Even though he was wearing ordinary clothes, the coercion exuded instantly cheered Tomoeda.

She left the chair in a panic, with a smile that usually greets customers on the corner of her mouth, and walked over.She couldn't understand why someone would come here at such a time, but it was snowing heavily outside.The moment the door was opened, it was covered with a thin layer of white snow, but there was no trace of snow falling and melting on the person who came.

"I want to find Hoshino-san, can I?" the visitor asked gently.

Youzhi was startled at first, then she blinked her sleepy eyes, and finally realized that the "Hoshino-san" mentioned by the visitor refers to the owner of the tavern.It has been a long time since no one would formally address the owner of this tavern in this way. In most cases, it is either "Boss" or "Kong", and the surname seems to be deliberately ignored.

"Ah, then please follow me." You Zhi said and led people into the courtyard.The white snow filled the entire field of vision, and with the cold wind, white snowflakes flew towards people cheerfully.Tomoeda showed a slightly shy expression because of the uncleaned scene here, turned around the corridor, and when she wanted to say something as an explanation, she suddenly opened her eyes and looked towards the center of the courtyard.

The visitor obviously also noticed the scene of the courtyard, his footsteps were slightly stagnant, and even his gentle face was stained with imperceptible surprise.

A giant snowman taller than the owner stands there, and the owner of the tavern is like a painter admiring his own works, holding the snow in his hands, measuring the snowman, and thinking about whether there should be any shortcomings.

It's amazing, when she came here in the morning, there was nothing there, Tomoe sighed in her heart, but as long as she thought of touching the snow with her hands in this cold weather, Tomoe felt a chill rushing all over her body.

"Tomoeda want to play together?" Sora walked over, his long light chestnut hair was covered with snowflakes, and even the kimono was smudged with water stains, but the master didn't care about it.

"No, no need." Tomoeda hurriedly refused, and walked away from Sora without a trace. Although the weather was already unbearably cold, it seemed that Sora walked out of the snow with an even colder aura. "I still have something to do ahead,——I'll go back first." You Zhi said and ran away from where he was.

"You're drunk." It's "drunk" rather than simply "drinking". People who would never get drunk on weekdays will get drunk when they are alone.The visitor looked at Sora's slightly blush complexion, and stretched out his hand to rub the long, smooth light chestnut hair.

"It seems to be, maybe I took the wrong one when I entered the wine cellar today." Kong said nonchalantly, raised his hands to hold the hands on her hair, the tiny snowflakes melted into water droplets in an instant, and Kong was the one Wen Nuan narrowed his eyes, "It's really cold, this weather."

"Do you want to drink? It would be difficult to get through this weather without alcohol, and even the tiny water droplets would freeze in an instant." Sora tried to persuade, even though she knew that if the person in front of her didn't want to, no matter how much she tried to persuade It was in vain, but the dark eyes still reflected the eager expression very clearly.

"I've never seen you confess like this." The visitor joked slightly, letting Sora use his hands to keep warm.

After getting the answer he wanted, Sora smiled, but deliberately frowned, "Aizan-kun's character is as annoying as ever."

As he said that, Sora quickly left the place with Shunpo, and walked slowly towards the wine cellar in the corner of the courtyard.Footprints of different shades remained on the snow. After reaching the wine cellar, Sora looked at the empty place in the deepest part and raised his eyebrows slightly. Was it really because of drinking that bottle of wine that he got drunk so quickly?

When Kong came back, Aizen instantly noticed the wine bottle in Kong's hand. He didn't expect Kong to take out the wine that had been treasured for so long, or Kong's stinginess with wine gave him an illusion.

"It's too much. Because of the cold weather, I moved the rest of the wine to the front, so I couldn't find any good wine to entertain Aizen-kun. Tomoeda is really too much." Sora whispered almost to himself, and put Put down the wine in your hand.But the strange thing is that Sora didn't sit down as usual, but walked in front of the visitor.

Aizen didn't stop Sora's behavior, but let Sora shrink into his arms like a cat. It seems that since Mao, the person in his arms has always looked like this, even the height has not changed too much cents.

This is a very miraculous thing. Even though the god of death has a long lifespan, it is normal for thousands of years, but there will always be aging and death. It is really interesting like this.

Aizen stroked Sora's soft long hair with his hands, although he had such thoughts in his heart, he didn't say it out, but still joked with Sora, "If it was normal, even if I touched you a little, I would be brushed mercilessly. Open. Today—are you really drunk?"

Sora was slightly taken aback, and stretched his hands towards the approaching person's arms, "Even small animals will find a suitable place in winter, it's understandable for people to have such thoughts, and drinking alone would be boring, right? Aizen-kun."

"Oh, this kind of thing doesn't care if the girl from the [-]th Division who loves Hoshino-kun knows about it."

"No, Yi Chuan-san is a cute child, and it is absolutely impossible to do something like coming to a tavern." Sora raised his head and said with a smile, "Speaking of which, what is Aizen-kun looking for me in this kind of weather? For what?"

The callused hand caressed the slender neck of the sky above. Such a dangerous movement made the body stiffen, and even the smile at the corner of the mouth gradually froze. roam.

"What are you afraid of? At this time, you refuse to let go of your vigilance." Aizen said calmly, gradually loosening the restraint on the slender neck that was not enough to grasp, and the tightness on the heart The finger also slid down as if it had received a signal.

"Yes, cherishing life is a human instinct. I can't give my life to you at all." The dark eyes were covered with a hazy mist, and after a short moment of tension, the flushing of the cheeks became more violent The situation surged up.

It was as if he wanted to burn up, even though the weather just now was so cold that it made people shiver, but Sora still didn't intend to leave, and instead found a more comfortable position to shrink into the person's arms more casually.

"Do you want to stay here tonight." Sora asked, the "squeak" of the branches bent by the snow in the courtyard, and the sound of wind and snow knocking on the sliding door echoed clearly in his ears.This snow is really heavy, as if to vent all the strength of several years.

"Isn't this what you hoped for? When did you make such a decision?" Aizen stroked Sora's smooth long hair with his hands. He always thought that it was because Sora was a woman that her hair was so smooth, but maybe Not really.But compared with humans, this light chestnut hair is still more gentle.

"When should I say it?" Sora fell into deep thought following Aizen's words, and said after a long time, "Probably when a person feels lonely, maybe it's winter, maybe it's because it's too cold.— —But it doesn’t matter, there’s absolutely no need to get entangled in such a thing. If you want to hear it, I can tell you it’s the beginning.”

Sora's words reminded Aizen of the first time he entered Mao. Although he wanted to ask why he entered Mao as a man at that time, it is obvious that these are insignificant now.

His long light chestnut hair was scattered on the floor, and his skin was cold from exposure.Speaking of when he made such a decision, it seems to be temporary. At the moment when his fingers seemed to be frozen, he just wanted to find a warmer place.