Byakuya Kuchiki

One of the most important holidays in Seireitei is Christmas. It's a time when plans give way to celebration, delicious food, and lots of fun.

You were a lieutenant in the 8th squad, preparing diligently to ensure that everyone and everything had a pleasant time.

Sweet pastries, bright decorations, even devices from the human world helping to create a festive atmosphere were all in place. Of course, security was also beefed up, but that wasn't a problem in the face of the coming news.

At the festive table, when everyone had gathered to celebrate this quiet day in the soul community, the festivities began in earnest. Several lieutenants had neglected the alcohol, lounging somewhere in a huddle and quietly snoring. Even Kuchiki, who would have preferred to remain on the sidelines, controlling the situation, succumbed to the effects of the alcohol, losing his control and dominance. He sat at the table, his head resting on the wood, along with his hands.

Matsumoto tried to seduce you with those glasses, literally pouring it into your mouth and forcing you to swallow the bitter drink. The girl herself lay down next to that very pile, hugging Izuru's leg and chattering in her sleep.

Byakuya's eyes glanced at you as you sat down next to him, trying to recover from the amount of drink inside you. His eyes narrowed and flickered back, as if unsure of what to do. Kuchiki's breathing was heavy and rapid, as if he'd run a marathon beyond his capabilities. His eyes darted constantly at you, causing you to jerk awake, jerking from the futon and glancing at him first. Your heart was pounding so hard you could hear it from 5 kilometers away. His face was relaxed, vulnerable, and even helpless, expressing a calm he didn't allow in front of his subordinates. Nothing could disturb his sound sleep, only causing you to wince at something unpleasant. You woke to the sound of someone staring at you... intently and possessively, as if marking territory.