Bleach piece of one-shot
Shunsui/Nanao
"And then tell me what you prefer: the feel of skin or paper? The sound of a deep, warm voice or the turning of pages?"
For half a moment, she struggled for words.
"You don't know?" Shunsui stood, still staring, his eyes cutting her with penetrating, invasive warmth. His bright, obnoxious pink haori fell
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