[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

"Captain Hirako, good morning."

"morning--"

"Good morning, Captain Hirako."

"Yo~ you too."

"Good day, Captain Hirako."

"Are you going to the first team? Morikawa?"

"Ah, ha, yes."

"You're being lazy again, Mako." Yuuki Zangwu, leaning on the wooden porch with his arms folded, looked helplessly at his boss lying on the wooden floor, "Even if To bask in the sun, remember to bring extra blankets out next time, don’t sleep directly on the floor. It’s not good for your health.”

"Oh, Yuuki, you're still so verbose. If you keep on like this, no girl will dare to marry you." The current captain of the Fifth Division lying on the floor lazily propped up half of his body, Fingers brushed away the bright golden color overflowing from under the palm, carefully avoiding the loose long hair, "Well, I'm thirsty, go and make me a pot of tea. Zangwu."

After several years of hard work, Yuki Zangwu, who has become more and more revealing between his brows and exuded a heroic and sharp breath, couldn't help softening the hard lines around his lips, and said with a smile: "You don't plan to take advantage of me to go soak again. Are you going to sneak away during the tea break?"

"Where's the matter!" The blond captain, who was still half propped up in the drunken lady's way, jumped up and sat cross-legged. Slightly messy golden patterns meandered out, "I just suddenly remembered that I promised the principal to give those troubling little ghosts a few lessons on the practical application of ghosts. It's always rude to be late." ^ dish ^

"If you really have this kind of self-consciousness, you won't be stepping on the sound of Captain Yamamoto's crutches and rushing into the first team's team building every time." Without hesitation, he complained about a certain blond captain who has become more and more serious in recent years. Yuuki Zangbu still obediently moved towards the captain's dormitory behind Hirako, "But aren't you a little brat who always hates trouble?"

"Is there? Little Byakuya from Kuchiki's family is very fun." A certain captain didn't care about his extremely shameless use of fun to measure children's weird standards. He stretched exaggeratedly amidst the sound of sliding doors, and then The moment his muscles stretched to the limit, he was caught off guard by a mental attack, and flinched gorgeously.

"How is the candidate for the vice-captain going?" Yuuki Zangwu's voice was calm and quiet, as if every time he conveyed the latest order from the first team to Mako Hirako, he forcibly removed all emotions representing personal opinions and was completely business-like. Official tone.

However, Pingzi forcibly heard the resentment of being caught and raped by his original wife in bed from this calm voice, and replied in a low voice, "As long as I am still the captain of the fifth team." The Fifth Division will not have a vice-captain, unless...you are no longer in the Fifth Division."

"……I see."

Behind him, Yuuki Zabu's voice stopped abruptly with the muffled sound of wooden objects colliding with each other. Hirako Mako stretched her limbs again and fell back into the bright March sunshine.

The flowering period of the drunken tree in the corridor has reached its peak, and the scattered residual fragrance condenses into an ethereal sentence in the sudden flood of drowsiness.

"The flower language of Ma Zuimu is sacrifice, danger, and pure love. It is..."

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The captain of the Fifth Team, Mako Hirako, and the third seat, Yuuki Cangwu, are life-and-death friends who are well-known throughout the Seireitei. The beginning of their friendship can be traced back to the student days when each other was still studying at Mao, and they have experienced 35 years ago as partners. The Battle of the Quincy Division, and the official business together so far, Yuki Zangwu has undoubtedly become Hirako Mako's most effective assistant. No, if you follow Hirako Mako's personality of not caring about ordinary affairs, he should be called the fifth team real Those in power are right.

Heh, one of such seemingly perfect partners started looking for another "collaborator"... the fifth team?Things started to go out of my way, and it became interesting, Captain Hirako.

Little by little, the thin pieces of paper were collected in the palms of the palms, and the bright red color condensed by the red cannon flashed through the fingers.Gray and white ash fell silently from the snow-white cuffs, and on the tall nose bridge of the brown-haired young man with a gentle and harmless smile in the sun, a glare of cold light flashed through the heavy black-rimmed glasses.

half a month ago.

It was the first time that Aizen met Mako Hirako, the captain of the Fifth Division, in a sakura forest full of early cherry blossoms in Maou.That place, Aizen has always believed that only those who truly possess the secret that must be hidden from all eyes can find it.

Therefore, when Aizen, who wanted to avoid those low-level problems that wasted time and energy in vain but had to face each other with a smile, suddenly found that the "private territory" that originally belonged to him had already been visited by an uninvited guest, when he saw From the falling pink petals to the swaying branches, like a golden waterfall pouring down, as the cool February breeze slowly swayed, a strong emotion that was so long ago that it was difficult to distinguish the blurred face instantly dispersed. Entering all the limbs and bones made the bones, muscles and even the blood and skin tremble, and attacked Aizen's defenseless neural circuits.

It's like a person whose memory has disappeared without a trace and who will never be seen forever appears without warning at the corner of a crowded street. The casual silhouette carries the unforgettable past and illusory as if it will be submerged in the crowd of people again in the next moment.

With light footsteps and restrained breath, Aizen unconsciously chose the quietest way to sneak closer to the soul resting on the cherry tree, but met a pair of cold, sharp gray pupils that implied guard.

"Who are you?" Kansai's lazy and slippery accent, with the viscous and hoarseness unique to waking up from a big dream, slowly straightened up from the slender branches that could not bear the weight of a person, the male death god slightly hunched his back, Even the thin and upturned curvature of the lips carried a careless and idle air.It makes people almost want to regard the harshness and sharpness they felt from the previous second's gaze as an illusion that never existed.

"Soyousuke, Aizen Soyousuke." Under the tree, student Mao, with soft curly brown hair and warm light brown pupils, looked up at the man with blond hair in the cherry blossoms flying all over the sky, showing a shallow but gentle smile , so gentle and elegant that he even exuded a clean and pure bookish air, "Maoyang Spiritual Art is far away from a class of four rebirths."

"Ai Ran? The Ai Ran who loves King Ming Ming?" The man speaking in Kansai dialect raised his slender eyebrows with interest, and jumped down from the treetops. Surname."

"Hiss—what time is it now? Soyousuke." The man asked familiarly.

"The lunch break is coming to an end, and the first class in the afternoon is less than 15 minutes away."

"Oh, I'm going to waste my saliva on those five-time idiots who don't know what they're pretending to be in this afternoon. I'm afraid I'll have to postpone it a little bit~~~~" ——

If I didn't break in by accident, I'm afraid it's not adjournment but absenteeism, right?Aizen held on to her slightly slipped glasses and secretly slandered.

"That Soyousuke." The man passing by stopped abruptly as if he suddenly thought of something, turned around and waved.

Aizen naturally took two steps forward, in order to accommodate the other party's height which was already low and hunched over, and his height was further shrunk. It's too close for people who can't even talk about casual acquaintances.

The slender fingers left deep folds on the fabric on the shoulders. Mako Hirako made a slight effort to narrow the already narrow distance to the audible breath of breath blending. Describe the ambiguous atmosphere: "Aizen, Soyousuke? I remember you."