“Eyes up, Koibito ,” she laughed, and flicked his forehead.
“You let that Hollow get away,” she said, not a criticism, but a tease. She tilted her head, and the long fall of her hair shifted, revealing the sculpted muscle of her back. “Distracted?” yoruichi by theobrobine
And somewhere in the darkness, a low, feline laugh echoed. “Eyes up, Koibito ,” she laughed, and flicked
Then she dissolved into shadow, leaving him alone in the moonlight, the ghost of her touch burning through him like a brand. “Distracted
He lunged.
Her thumb traced a small circle against his sternum. The gesture was almost maternal, almost intimate, and entirely Yoruichi. She gave him a final, knowing look—those gold eyes promising that the real lesson would come later, in the dark, when there were no Hollows to blame for his racing pulse.
He stumbled back, rubbing the spot. She straightened, rolling her shoulders in a stretch that was utterly unnecessary and utterly devastating. Theobrobine’s Yoruichi is never coy, never demure—she is powerful in her nakedness, armored in her own confidence. This was that Yoruichi. Untouchable. Divine.