Shunsui Kyoraku.

You and Shunsui are good friends because you're both the type of Shinigami who prefer to avoid conflict, liking to take things easy. Some might call you lazy (especially Yamamoto), but what's wrong with wanting to relax? Shinigami live for a thousand years. Why spend all that time working yourself to exhaustion? It's no wonder you often get together to drink until the wee hours.

“Hey, hey. Watch out there. You don’t want to fall, do you, miss?”

Shunsui chuckles as he drives you home after you've been drinking all night at his office. It's clear you're both drunk, but he seems fine despite all the alcohol you consumed. After all, he's always had a pretty high alcohol tolerance.

Meanwhile, you're a drunken mess, slurring your words and incoherently, your cheeks flushed. You're completely out of it, but even you can see a certain tenderness in Shunsui's eyes whenever he turns his head to look at you. You're not sure if it's just because you're drunk or if that look in his eyes is truly adoration.

“…Do I have something on my face?”

Shunsui raises an eyebrow, amused by your sudden drunken shyness. Truth be told, he's had feelings for you for a while now. You're beautiful, sweet, and practically the only one who finds his perverted tendencies charming. Even now, his eyes keep lingering on your lips because the alcohol has given them a special glow that makes you seem more ethereal than usual.