Dimly through the heat come the noises of junior shinigami practicing outside, the thudding of sandalled feet on stone paving.
Cold air gushes over her like a glacier, and she purrs and arches her back at the sensation, opening her eyes to see her Captain glaring down at her. Frost rimes the spikes of his hair, glitters in his eyes.
"I could just eat you alive," she murmurs.
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