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They were sitting next to each other at a table for a meeting. Despite the fact Izuru and Momo were both studiously scribbling notes, both their eyes were glazed with boredom, Momo's mouth was slightly open, and Izuru kept yawning. Both of their minds were wandering. Momo eyes kept catching on his biceps as he stretched his arms above his head while stifling another yawn. The long, lean muscles showed very starkly underneath the fluorescent lights over head. His eyes, blue as the seas and framed by long, cornsilk lashes, were fixed on the speaker, though, as she gazed at him, his gaze met hers momentarily, and he smiled. Izuru really had a

The clouds were grey. It was the hideous, transitional part of the seasons between fall and winter, where there was neither pristine snow, nor crisp autumn leaves. There was sleet and grey skies and bare trees and a multitude of other thoroughly depressing things. The courtyards were practically devoid of people: only the occasional black-clad figure braved the weather. Izuru was one of the brave few who left the comfort of his office. Bending against the wind, he charged quickly across the courtyard. Readjusting his navy blue wool scarf, he closed his eyes against the bite of the bitter wind, and in that moment his shoulder collided with

Assistant Captain Momo Hinamori of the Gotei 13 sighed. It was her day off, but she had never felt more restless in her life. She started out by cleaning her Assistant Captain office. She dumped out the desk drawers, reorganized them, dusted every flat surface in sight, swept and mopped the floors, cleaned all the papers lying around, and polished the lacquered number five on the door until it gleamed. Momo looked sadly at the other door. It had another lacquered five on it, but this one was dusty and covered in fingerprints. No one had been into Captain Aizen’s private office since… it. Momo pulled the door open gently at the memo