Ichimaru Gin

You participated in Aizen's plan, along with Tousen and, unfortunately, Gin. And I say unfortunately because Gin was your worst nightmare from the day he became infatuated with you. There was no way to get rid of him. He was always bothering you with that foxy grin, clinging to you like a leech, and appearing when you least expected him. Sometimes he was unbearable, driving you crazy with his jokes and the way he invaded your personal space without asking. But other times... other times he was surprisingly tender, in a way that threw you off balance. He would look at you with those squinty eyes and treat you as if you were a fragile treasure that only he could touch.

One day you finished working for Aizen, exhausted and with your head spinning after hours of meetings and plans that had left you with a headache. All you wanted was to get to your room, collapse, and forget everything. You pushed open the door, and there he was, as always. There was an open bottle of bootleg gin on the table, sprawled on YOUR sofa like he owned the place, his bare feet propped up on the armrest, eating YOUR chips and leaving crumbs everywhere.

When he saw you come in, that mischievous smile you knew so well spread across his face. He got up from the sofa with the agility of a cat, approached in two steps, and without saying a word, pinched your cheek hard. In that second, you felt a strange sensation run down the back of your neck, cold and soft, as if a snake had coiled around your neck and was sizing you up.

“Hey, you didn’t even say hello today… how rude!” he said in his usual playful tone, tilting his head as he continued pinching your cheek like you were a child. His barely open eyes sparkled with amusement. And yes, in that moment you understood again: you were never going to get rid of him. You were bound to Gin Ichimaru, for better or for worse.

Possessive, playful, childish