[SCENE — FINAL ACT: CITY LIGHTS, UNEXPECTED FEELS, AND SORA'S DEITY-LEVEL WINGMAN GAME]
Time: 8:43 PM
Location: Karakura Mall → Walking home under starlit skies
{Dear reader, I would like to inform you in place of the author, that his ass decided to take a shift during 1 AM to like 6 AM—Amazon shift—and didn't know the kind of mindfuck it would do to his body. So, if you notice a lack of upload, it's because the author was fucked harder than Bonny Blue and now can't even get up from his bed. Hope you understand.}
Well enough about how the author was being fucked with no lube. |Enough|.
Fine... salty much.
Anyway, Sora Bleach could be seen walking in front of the group, his AirPods in his ears, yet he was paying full attention to the girls behind him. Who would've thought setting Uryu up with someone would be so exhausting?
Anyway, back to the Bambies.
"So, Ishida... you always this smooth, or is today special?"
Uryu blinked.
Candice grinned, all confidence and teasing fangirl energy.
"I mean—those shots, the attitude, the tragic cologne—kind of a vibe."
Uryu adjusted his glasses. "I'm just being myself."
Bambietta rolled her eyes. "Tch. If that's yourself, then you're way less of a nerd than I thought."
But she didn't say it mean. If anything... it sounded like respect. Or denial. Or repressed thirst.
Sora smirked without looking.
{"Push the next line, come on... just a little."}
Uryu, without knowing why, said—
"Would you prefer it if I acted more clueless? I can try. But I think I'd prefer to be genuine."
BOOM.
Candice.exe crashed.
Bambietta looked like someone just shoved an entire shoujo manga into her chest.
Truly, the peak of male performance.
—
Anyway, Sora planned to have something fall for Uryu to grab. It worked well in anime; should work well here, considering this world could also be considered an anime, with anime-esque tropes.
So, time to get to work.
A bag slipped from Bambietta's shoulder as she reached for her phone.
Something small—a keychain—fell, bouncing once.
Uryu knelt down at the same time.
Fingers touched.
Eyes met.
Bambietta opened her mouth, words queued up—
"Don't—"
"—say it," Uryu muttered at the same time, already knowing.
But she still did.
"—make it weird."
Too late.
And then, that goddamn blush.
Just the tiniest one. Barely there. Like a whisper of pink across her cheeks. Like her body betrayed her even as her mouth kept up the bratty persona.
Uryu cleared his throat, standing up. "Here. You dropped this."
"Thanks," she muttered.
"No problem," he replied, eyes already forward.
Sora behind them?
He was smiling. How fun. Oh well.
Speaking of which, his Quincy powers seemed to be coming back, slowly, but they were coming back... like 0.0000000000001% of it was back now.
Which was basically nothing. His control was nowhere near as godlike as he would've liked it.
He wasn't perfect anymore, from the superior race and all.
Quincy supremacy, one might even say. Call him a racist all you want, but if he was one, he'd probably be the kind to make sure everyone started at the same starting line, just so he could prove his race was better.
He said that as if he didn't have the best genetics ever.
With one of his dads being the Soul King, and the second one being someone who got the closest to Soul King power and was the greatest prodigy and manipulator Soul Society had ever seen.
And his third dad was a prodigy like no other—mastered Quincy skills very easily. If he remembered correctly, Ryuken could keep up with his mom in a spar, meaning he wasn't a lightweight. He could box just fine.
He was very stronk. He was like captain level, somewhere in the high tier. Probably could beat Shunsui, even if the man used Bankai. No, it wasn't glaze. The simple reason for that was the man's Schrift.
Reishi Domination...
With that, the second Shunsui used his Bankai, he could literally tear the guy open from the inside, ripping him apart.
All that good stuff. Shunsui at the end of the day was made of Reishi, meaning he, in fact, could get dog-walked.
Now back to the ship.
He brought them phones... even exchanged numbers... hahahahaha, the power.
Rukia was visiting soon, so he should get ready for her.
—
Behind him, Sora phased through the apartment wall like a specter of chaos.
"SO," he said, grinning like a banshee. "Wanna thank me now, or after you're married?"
Uryu turned slowly. "You. Set. Me. Up."
"Who, me?" Sora fluttered his eyes. "I merely opened the door to your romantic destiny. If anyone, you should be thanking Wanderer's Solitude™. Now available at Karakura Mall for 4,990 yen."
"...I'm going to kill you."
"You'll have to catch me first, Bitchless 2.0."
—
[SCENE END]
✨ Sora XP gained: +300 (Wingman Skill Lv. Up!)
✨ Uryu's Reputation: [Mysterious | Cold | Has Hands]
✨ Bambietta's Status: Confused, Annoyed, Mildly Infatuated
✨ Almighty Status: Still being blocked from Yhwach like a damn VPN
Would you like to proceed to the Date Event: Uryu x Bambietta — "Accidentally Romantic at the Aquarium" next?
{Y} / {N}
(Includes penguins, unintentional hand-holding)
S/N... Hey, it's me, the best Quincy ever. Anyway, for the other guy—what was his name again... oh yeah, Gabriel. Author-san has changed some stuff, so instead of 200 chapters, his story would end in like 300-something chapters or something, by virtue of the author actually wanting to fully flesh out the new things he added.
Also, note to you all: Pay attention to what the beast said. It was scheming enough to get free after thousands of years, so please do pay attention to what it says and don't take it as a joke. I know y'all did. I see the comments. So just like you wouldn't go freak off with Diddy, don't overlook anything he says.
Gabriel can-----------That's enough, not trying to have you spoil the whole thing.------------
{Bum, that's why you can't walk}