A touch of squishy things burst from abaft the small taicho's body. Said individual was his fukutaicho. "Rangiku"
"Taicho is so Kuwaii!"
Toshiro spun around, angry that Rangiku did it again, squishing him in an annoying hug. "That's ...!"
Child didn't finish saying how discomforting it was, finding his airways chocking for air as Rangiku's squishy touch could not stop touching him. A black out burst through his mind.
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Bleach: Diversity Writing (Fanfic Challenge)
FanfictionThese are my poems, drabbles, ficlets and one-shots that are better off not by themselves. Disclaimer - I don't own Bleach
