[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

Mako Hirako was sitting on the window frame of the comprehensive treatment clinic ward, lazily leaning on the side of the erected window lattice, playing with the armband of the vice-captain of the Fifth Division. ——It was sent by a certain red-haired and purple-eyed gorgeous Captain M who looked like a palette last night.

Under the sun, this small armband upholds the ancient and solemn style of the entire Gotei [-]th Division, presenting a simple and unpretentious style.The upper part of the palm-sized nameplate is occupied by a neat Chinese character five, and the lower part is a simplified pattern of the fifth team flower, with four bell-shaped flowers hanging from a horizontal branch in turn.This kind of small and exquisite flower Mako Hirako had seen it in the courtyard outside the captain's dormitory of the Fifth Division.The verdant and lush low shrubs, blooming in a string of inconspicuous little bells at the bottom of the leaves, look gentle and harmless and are often ignored subconsciously, but they are full of deadly poison in their bones.

[Ma Zuimu's flower language is sacrifice, danger, and pure love. 】The burgundy hair of the tall and tall man in the corridor is scattered on the white feathers. The gorgeous and ambiguous colors intertwined with the darkness in the depths of the purple gold pupils. Desolate and mournful but silent and sad, like the dark lines embroidered on light silk and satin, like sleeping insects in the thousand-year-old amber, which precipitated the original beauty and pomp into a thick and suffocating background,【I can never forget what the other party told me at that time His expression at that time... His whole life seemed to exist to reflect this sentence, Mako. 】

Hirako Mako withdrew her thoughts of running away from home, and conveniently suppressed another emotion that was filling her chest to a darkness beyond the reach of her will.Gently lift your fingers and slowly pull out the white cloth belt used to fix the armband, and there is a dim red light flashing regularly in the narrow gap-this is why a person who is so insignificant that he often lies in the vice-captain's closet without seeing the sun The armband can actually work for the leader of the thirteenth division of the guardian court. Hideaki Fukawa, who is under one man and above ten thousand, gave up and his new sweetheart who didn't know what number he was. In the middle of the night, I ran under the eyes of Jinglingting's most unofficial invisible boss, risking being baptized by Shizuku's stomach acid. The reason why I climbed the wall and turned over the window-a product produced by the private research laboratory of the Fuchuan family, even if it is far away in the real world. Circles can also be accurately tracked mini-transmitters.

Another weird prop!Mako Hirako grinned with one side of her mouth and complained secretly. Although she was very dissatisfied with this kind of paparazzi behavior that was equivalent to 24-hour tracking and surveillance and seriously infringed on personal privacy, when she thought of the initiative of being chased by paparazzi around the world Still holding it in his hand, he just smacked the corner of his mouth, and put on the white cloth belt again.

"Mako, why are you sitting on the window frame again?" Yuuki Zangwu, who walked into the ward with a sumptuous lunch sponsored by the Yuki family, raised his hand and pressed his painful forehead, feeling uneasy about Hirako who fell asleep. The patient, who was even more restless when he was awake, sighed helplessly, "That daxu..."

"The toxin on the big virtual claw has the ability to corrode the spirit body, so my body is still very weak, so I can't just sit by the window and enjoy the breeze, right?" When he came back, he grinned weakly and repeated the lines that he must have repeated at least three times a day since he was able to jump around the ground alive, with a face that never admits his mistakes and does not repent, "You repeat this sentence so many times every day, I You must memorize it backwards, Zangwu."

"But vice-captain Pingzi, don't you just do your own thing and never listen to the half-sentences of me, a late learner?" The elegant and gentle honest man may not be worse than a glib Kansai accent, let alone Under the oppression of the environment, this honest man also learned what coercion and temptation are, "If you think the southeast wind can fill your stomach more than delicious food, I won't force you to come down and have lunch with me."

"Oh, although the cute girls in the fourth team are very beautiful and delicious, but I still prefer the craftsmanship of Yuki's chef~~" Hirako, who has no moral integrity, abandoned the whole yard of delicious beauty without any pressure. Surrendering to Yuuki Zabu... the embrace of the lunch box in his hand, just kidding, there is such a heavyweight gardener as Captain Unohana. If you want to tease him, you have to see if there is an amiable white coat standing at the corner of the corridor.

Yuuki Zangwu, who has long been accustomed to someone's frivolity, lowered his head and gave a noncommittal hum, handed the opened bento to Hirako's hand and thoughtfully handed over a pair of chopsticks, then put his hands into his sleeves calmly, Standing with sleeves folded, the moment the sleeves were closed, a white bandage was vaguely seen wrapped around the fingertip of the left middle finger.

Hirako looked at the strangely shaped sushi in the box and twitched his eyebrows calmly, then opened his chopsticks as if nothing had happened, picked up one piece of sushi, put it in his mouth without hesitation, chewed and swallowed it slowly, and nodded slowly: "The taste is not bad. "The corner of his eyes glanced at the shoulders of Yuuki Zangwu who, despite trying to pretend to be calm, still couldn't conceal his abnormal attention to the sushi in Hirako's mouth, he raised his chopsticks again and wolfed down the food in the box.

In fact, it’s not just not bad. As a young master who doesn’t touch the sun with his ten fingers, it’s the first time he picks up a kitchen knife. It should be able to get full marks, Cangwu.

Hirako, who was laying on the bed with a full belch and lazily picking his teeth, looked at the tall and slender back of Yuuki Zangwu, who was dangling in front of his eyes, busy with cleaning up the aftermath. The very lazy Kansai accent said slowly: "Zangwu, don't worry about the dust on the windowsill, where are the props on my body after the injury?"

Holding the dry cloth that was about to be thrown wet, Yuuki Zangwu's subordinates paused slightly, and threw the dry cloth into the water: "Why do you suddenly think of those props?"

Mako Hirako on the hospital bed burst out a ray of light from the depths of the light gray pupils behind the lazy and drooping eyelids, but before being noticed by Yuki Zangwu who turned around, he shrugged frivolously and grinned. With a mouthful of white whale teeth, he said with a half-truth and half-fake smile: "Of course, check the inventory and prepare to escape."