"Here we go Muguruma-san" Yuzu sits across from the man on the couch setting the Medical Kit beside her, she held her hand out expectant. The Vizard set his left arm on her hand, its bleeding deeply

"I told you to calm me Kensei, kid" he stated gruffly, she gives a small smile at that

"Right Kensei" the 13 year old treated his arm as the 17 year old strawberry tries to sneak away, his right hand is bleeding "Ichigo, sit down" the teen cursed he was already at the Foyer

"Dammit" he muttered sitting back down on the couch across from the one the duo were at

"How did this happen, if I may know?" silence…

"Wrong place at the wrong time" Kensei sees her eyes narrow slightly, she didn't believe them.

"Hm" is all she says, Kensei is surprised at how soft and gentle her hands are, his forearm is soon bandaged

"Thanks"

"No problem" she smiles giving a cool pack for his injured eyebrow. A few minutes go by she's tending her brother's hand now the teen is sulking for obvious reasons when:

"That hurts!" he yelled, the silver haired Vizard feels satisfaction at seeing the teen in pain

"Oh? How silly of me, Onii-chan" she pulls at the bandage of his injured hand unnecessarily tight

"Itaaaaaaaaaaaaai!" he snorts as the teen slams his left uninjured hand on the couch repeatedly,

"Allow me" she's standing on front of him now, looking at the eyebrow with critical eyes

"How bad is it?" Kensei questioned seeing her eyes narrow

"Not bad…yet" she applies ointment on his brown and a small piece of bandage over it, before her eyes zeroed on his purple lip

"I'll be in my room" Ichigo grumbles as he flexes his bandaged hand

"M'kay" Kensei forgot how much it stung disinfecting facial wounds

"Tsk" he wouldn't blame her, it was his own fault for letting Ichigo punch his face…narrowing his eyes he'd pay the brat back just the same not only spraining his hand, he then noticed her embarrassment at the closeness

"You should let Hisagi-san know you're okay" she broke the awkward silence

"Brat's more like my mother than my Lieutenant" he muttered darkly, she stares then giggles at this

"He looks up to you, since you saved his life and vanished soon after…it's his fear that it'll happen again" oh right he saved Hisagi Shuuhei when he was just a little brat over a century ago.

"That's why huh? Didn't ask to get experimented on" she's taking care of his lip now, he pretends to not notice the pink hue dusting her cheeks just as he has the past 11 months,

"Done" she puts away the Medical Supplies "I'll change your bandages in a few hours" he gives a nod.

"Thank goodness Taichou...you're injured! What happened? Are you okay, are you dizzy?" yep, his Lieutenant was his mother. Maybe he should call him 'Kaa-san' instead of 'Hisagi or Hisagi-Fuktaichou'

"I'm fine." The Dinner and Breakfast are delicious, its Saturday when he returns to the Kurosaki Household after patrolling the Town "what are you doing?"

"Reading…?" Yuzu knows he's annoyed at this. Her mind starts to wonder how it got to this, she isn't clumsy by nature no but, this took a whole new level of clumsy she was going down the stairs when she missed a step before she could fall down a strong arm catches her taking them both down the stairs,

"You okay?"

"H…Hai, I think so" she's still unaware of their position pushing herself up "ah sorry!" his arm stops her from complete getting off him and she's left to straddle his legs

"Don't move" his hand moved to her temple she freezes, hoping to not be blushing at the moment she could already hear Yoruichi's laughter and Urahara's teasing words which makes it all worse. Flinching she had hit her temple on the flight down the stairway with a quick Kido he takes care of the injury

"Ah…thank you" its self-conscious to her, Karin was away on a week-long Soccer Camp, Ichigo was in Soul Society with Rukia and Isshin had just left for a 4-day Clinic Committee leaving her alone…with a man.

"You running a fever or something?" his hand is on her forehead, making her even redder. He perfectly knows that it isn't a fever, but she doesn't need to know that

"I…Ie" she tries to move again but, his arm is still stopping her "could you let go…?" he tilts his head playing it innocently, he watches her stand before she could make it 2 feet away she's collapsing again

"Clumsy aren't you?"

"N…Not normally" she squeaks, she's back to straddling his lap now they're on the couch, they're too close she wants to move away but, her body wasn't cooperating a blush is working its way to her cheeks again and not ever her finger responds to her, it's embarrassing but, she's grateful for wearing past the knee pants and not a skirt today,

"Don't go getting yourself killed every 10 seconds" he stated

"It's not like that" her eyes meet his own, and she could have sworn there was a flash of amusement in them, 'too close' her eyes unconsciously wander to his lips and she shakes her head 'stop it', only a single person knew of her feelings for this man: herself the quick heartbeat, butterflies, warm body, sweaty palms and clumsiness.

She moves to sit on the corner of the couch her knees safely tucked under her chin, when her arm is pulled lightly "don't move" he's close again, this time his lips are hovering above her own "you don't want this, then tell me to stop" her voice was gone and she was staring into his eyes

"…" she can't form the words, his lips are claiming her won the next second her First Kiss. The minutes go by and she's lying on her back on the couch, the kiss is too intense now he's looming over her, her legs at his sides "Haah" she tries catching her breath when he's ravishing her mouth again.