Bleached Scenarios - Tumblr Posts

It's so great to have another Bleach blog in tumblr! May I have Gin with a clumsy 4th squad nurse s/o? She got amazing healing ability make her valuable but the poor girl is too clumsy for other task no matter how hard she try. She be successfully putting down the stack of papers she delivering on the table but she accidentally hit something causing a train reaction making the other items and the papers she delivered scattered all over the floor. She went sulking to the Corner.😖

This was fun! As a person who can dance, ice skate, and play tennis, but somehow falls down the steps on the regular, I relate to this SO 😆 Enjoy!

Gin x Shy!SO

“Izuru.”

The blonde lieutenant looked up from his paperwork to see his captain fishing a jar of dried persimmons out of his desk. “Yes, Captain?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Hold down the fort while I’m out, would you?” Gin said, mouth fixed in its usual wide grin as he left the office.

He chuckled at Izuru’s protests as he slid the door shut and made his way towards the Fourth Division. He was off to visit his favorite healer, since it had been a while since he had gotten to tease her while she was at work. (Granted, he saw her all the time since she lived nearby, but that wasn’t the point.) She was a dedicated to her work, armed with a vast knowledge of healing kido and the ability to make the best of what she had to make sure the job got done. However, for all her useful healing skill, she seemed to lack a basic sense of coordination, every action she took that was not medical related somehow resulting in disaster. Gin had met her when she slipped in a puddle at the market and hit her head on a pole, bringing down the awning at someone’s shop and getting tangled up in it. That was what made him take a shine to her. So lovely. So gifted. So adorably clumsy. How could he not mess with this little walking disaster? The thought had him chuckling and picking up the pace as he plotted how he could mess with her this time.

The woman in question sat hunched over her desk, her tongue between her teeth in concentration as her eyes scrolled over the papers in front of her. Her eyebrows scrunched together, and she took a packet from the massive stack next to her, looking between it and the one in front of her. When she saw that they matched, she grinned in satisfaction and signed the papers, putting them in the neat pile. She wanted to make sure that everything was perfectly in order before she put her signature on them, a process that had consumed the last three hours. Now all that was left was to deliver them to the lieutenant’s office.

She took a look at the pile beside her and bit her lip, the paperwork seeming to stretch a mile high as she thought about transporting it and all the things that could possibly go wrong from Point A to Point B. A nail in the floorboards could catch her shihakusho and make her trip, sending the papers flying all over the hallway. She could round a corner and bump into someone else and have to pile topple over onto the floor. The tiny lieutenant of the Eleventh division could come barreling through a window and crash through the papers without a care in the world—this had happened quite a few times in the last month alone.

She shook her head of these thoughts, smiling to herself at how silly she was being. After all, Isane’s office wasn’t that far. Surely, she could make it there with no incidents!

Carefully scooching her chair back, she looked down at her feet to make sure her zori were firmly on them and then stood up. She then reached into one of the drawers of her desk and pulled out a long string, setting it on the desk and putting the papers on top of it. After tying it securely to ensure the papers would stay in place, she carefully scooped them up and left her office to make her delivery. The other division members edged out of her way as she passed them, not even getting offended when she didn’t reply. They recognized the tight expression of the clumsy woman determined to not fall.

She shifted the papers to one arm as she lifted a hand to tap on the door in front of her. “Lieutenant Kotetsu?” she called, waiting a moment before tapping again. “Lieutenant? I have Division Eleven’s paperwork.”

Still no answer.

Shrugging, she carefully slid the door open and walked into the office, confirming her suspicions that Isane was out. She crossed the room easily, depositing the stack of papers onto the corner of the desk with a sigh of relief. She’d completed her mission without so much as a hair out of place.

“Hello, dear.”

She shrieked and whirled around when she heard Gin’s voice in her ear, ready to scold him for sneaking up on her again. Unfortunately, her quick action led to her elbow banging into the stack of papers hard enough to send it tumbling down. Another panicked scream left her as she tried to catch it before it fell onto the cup of tea sitting on the desk. This unfortunately didn’t matter since, as she dove for the papers, her knee knocked into the desk and the tea fell over anyway. As she whirled around the desk to try and pick up the cup, she slipped on the short puddle that had started to run over the edge, sending her careening back into a shelf, some books shaking loose and falling to the floor with the force of the blow. The potted plant that she had given the lieutenant as a gift had also shaken to the edge of its shelf, the pot shattering as it hit the floor before she could catch it.

Gin had been chuckling to himself as he watched the chain reaction unfold. All he had wanted to do was scare her a little, hoping to hear that delightful yelp. Everything that had unfolded afterwards was just icing on the cake. By now, his shoulders were shaking violently as he tried to avoid cackling out loud.

The frazzled healer looked at the destruction she had caused in horror, wondering what she would even say to Isane once she got back. She sighed, eyes going to the reason she was in this room in the first place. Well, at least the paperwork—

Just as she was about to look on the positive side of things, the knot that was holding the papers together unraveled and the papers, as though to personally insult her, slowly leaned and scattered over the desk, tea soaking into quite a few and ruining the ink. When she heard the bark of laughter that escaped Gin, she shot him a glare and marched straight to the corner furthest from the carnage and plopped down with a pout. The silver-haired captain followed her, crouching beside her as she put her head in her knees. “Well, dear, I have to say this is a new personal best for you.” He teased, not even bothering to hide the amusement in his voice as he patted her head. “Maybe we should start sending you to the front lines for combat instead of healing. Your raw destructive power is amazing~”

“You are absolutely awful, Ichimaru.” She snipped, not even bothering to look up at him.

He chuckled again, pulling the top off of the jar he had with him, popping one of the orange fruits into his mouth. “Persimmon?” he offered, as though she hadn’t just insulted him.

She was silent for a moment, in awe of how he had the audacity to ask her that when she felt like this.

“Please.” She sighed, holding out her hand.