“Ne, ne. Things move around too fast ‘ere eh? I can barely keep up sometimes.” 

“But that don’ matter right now. How’re y’all on this fine evenin’?” 

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She huffed in irritation. “I do not!” she protested, despite the fact that it only made her seem more childish. So she didn’t want to be carried … That wasn’t kiddish. Not at all. Or, that’s what she thought, anyway. She really didn’t want to be treated like a child, especially not by him. That would probably be the worst of it, she realized faintly. She scowled at nothing in particular, her brow furrowed tightly.

“Hah?! But-” she stopped abruptly as he grabbed her hand anyway, hardly giving ehr a chance to respond to any of it. She faltered slightly, her face still hot and perhaps even hotter than before. She was surprised, that was for sure, and she ahd to put conscious effort into making her eyes normal again after they widened in shock. But, even if she was embarrassed, she didn’t pull her hand away or make an attempt to. It was … Nice, almost, to be like this. It felt normal.

“Tche. Fine.” she mumbled, though her secret happiness at all this slightly leaked through in her tone, mixed with the usual irritation she used in her voice. “How far away is this place, anyway?” she questioned, free hand planting on her hip slightly as she followed after him, trying to cool her face off as they walked. She could tell even without seeing her own face that she was still almost the color of the red jacket she wore.

He chuckled at her tone, “Oh ya’ know that yer’ enjoyin’ it, Hiyori-chan~” he mused as they continued down the street. She was so cute sometimes, especially when she tried to pretend that she wasn’t happy about something. Her emotions were so easy to read, even when she thought she was doing a good job at hiding them. “Ya’ already know that ya’ can’t pull th’ wool over m’ eyes.”

“As fer’ th’ place,” he began, trying to map out Karakura in his mind. “It ain’t too far from here, I think it’s near th’—” he thought harder, but realized that he couldn’t think of anything that might’ve been near this place. However, he was almost positive that he knew exactly where this place was. And being the stubborn one, he wasn’t going to pretend that he doubted it. Besides they would find it eventually right?

“Either way, I know where it is,” he nodded, determined to make it there without having to get help from anyone. “And we should be there in no time at all, ‘kay?” he turned his head slightly to the red-faced girl, a wide grin finding its way to his face.

“Well ain’t ya’ just adorable, Hiyori-chan?” he snickered at her, “All that blushin’ just cos’ I’m holding ‘ya hand.” he turned his head back to face forward before he found himself walking into something dead on. But he still continued to tease her. After all, its what he did best.

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“Wha-” she blushed deeply, blustering for a moment. There was a series of attempts to speak, usually just starts of sentences that contained maybe one or two words before she cut herself off. She finally just clamped her mouth shut, annoyance and embarrassment clear in her expression as she looked at him. Was he being serious? No, wasn’t possible- he was just teasing her like usual-

Or, maybe he was, or just continuing on with the joke like usual. She never knew when he got like this, and Hiyori scowled. She glowered at him for a moment as he knelt there, as if waiting for her to actually get on. What was she, a little kid tired after a long day out? Kicking up a leg and grabbing one of the sandals she had on her feet, slapping him across the face with it. “O’course I ain’t gettin’ on! Whaddaya think I am, a little kid?!” she snapped, jabbing a finger at him from her free hand. 

Well, there went her temper. She should have known it wouldn’t last much longer anyway. Hiyori had never managed to keep her temper in check for long, and it had only been a matter of time before she lashed out. It was probably better she lost it here in the street near home than at the restaurant. 

“Hones’ly! Th’hell’re you talkin’ about, carryin’ me …. I can walk fine on m’own!” she went on, huffing as she put her shoe back on. The idea of it was embarrassing, and as always embarrassment fueled her temper like no tomorrow. Of course, there were quite a few things that fueled her temper. In all honesty, anger was typically how Hiyori expressed herself, whichever emotions she was actually feeling.

“You gonna lead th’way or what?” she grumbled, folding her arms over her chest and scowling at him expectantly. She’d walk on her own just fine! She didn’t need to be carried … Though she knew he was just teasing, the idea of it still pissed her off. 

“Ya’ may not be a lil’ kid, but ya’ do act like one, that’s fer’ damn sure,” he chuckled as he rubbed his face where she had slapped him. Although he was half tempted to just scoop the girl up under his arm, he was a bit reluctant; afraid that it might earn him a good ass kicking.

“But if ya’ don’t want me t’ carry ya’,” he began, pushing himself off the ground, “Then hold m’ hand. I mean ‘yer m’ girlfriend after all.” he knew that she would most likely hit him again, but at least this time he was prepared, if she attacked, he would dodge. “N’ ain’t that what boyfriends and girlfriends do?” He mused.

He didn’t even wait for a proper response from her, he just took her hand in his and pulled her along. “I’ll lead the way,” he chuckled. Wishing he literally did have eyes in the back of his head, to see her expression. But in all truth, his own cheeks were tinted a pale shade of pink.

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He made a face, he didn’t really want to go anywhere fancy, he honestly just wanted to be able to spend his birthday in peace. But it seemed like that opportunity flew out the window as soon as she put on that skirt. Or dress, or whatever the hell it was called. 

“Tch, if I had a place n’ mind Id’ve told ‘ya already,” he scoffed. This was why he didn’t like doing things for his birthday. It was too complicated and frustrating. It would be simpler if his birthday could’ve just passed, it was like any other day to him, it wasn’t like he thought of it to be something spectacular. 

“sides’ ain’t ‘ya s’posed t’ be th’ one who’s takin’ me out? Why don’t ya’ choose?” he crossed his arms, he had to be as stubborn as a mule at times like this. It wouldn’t be Shinji if he wasn’t. He didn’t really want to seem like he was so hellbent on having the best birthday ever. He just wanted to spend time with her. It’d been two weeks, you think they would run romantically in slow motion towards each other, meeting in a tight embrace. But that was something you only see in cliche romance movies for girls. 

“Honestly Hiyori, I don’t care where th’ hell we go, I’m just happy that ‘yer actually doin’ all this ‘fer me in th’ first place,” he smiled again, trying to make light of things now, before she got upset and came at him with whatever it was that she was wearing on her feet. And it wasn’t like he was lying. He knew that she wasn’t the one to ever show any kind of affection towards anyone, so her doing this actually made him feel happy on the inside. 

He could still smell the chocolate, and he was half tempted to suggest that they just eat the cake and call it a night. But to shit with all this, he’d choose the place they’d go if it was that serious. “But if ya’ really do want me t’ choose,” he began, smirking, “there’s this jazz restaurant I saw a few weeks back, n’ apparently, it’s new.” he was imagining it. Eating while his ears was being filled with what he thought to be the best music to ever exist. He was almost giddy at thought, but of course it would all depend if the little brat agreed.

Of course he wouldn’t have an idea. She thought irritably, scowling at nothing in particular. That just made it more complicated, and Hiyori was getting fed up with all the effort she’d been putting into this for the past week by now. Still, she clenched her jaw slightly in an attempt to keep her anger in check. Though, it probably wouldn’t last much longer, and she’d likely end up responding violently to all of this eventually. Hiyori had never been the patient sort, and it was a wonder she had managed to keep herself in check for this long. 

“‘Cuz it’s s’posed to be yer damn day, so it should be someplace you wanna go, not me!” she said irritably with a huffy sigh. Well, there went that. At least she wasn’t hitting him yet. Her hands moved to plant on her hips, eyes flashing in slight irritation. “Can’t ya just pick someplace?” she demanded. It wasn’t really that hard, was it? There were plenty of restaurants in Karakura. Of course, the fact that the Visored had rarely ventured out to any of them might have been playing a large factor in that.

At his next statement she flushed, current anger forgotten. “Yeah, well … S’natural, ain’t it?” she stated slightly defensively, looking away for a moment. “I mean … We’re datin’, right? So I wanna do shit like this for ya.” she realized faintly that it was the first time she herself had referred to their relationship verbally, and flushed deeper. Hiyori wasn’t the affectionate type on the surface, and she felt a little embarrassed at acting like this. Did other girls have to exert so much effort to attempt to be romantic, or was it just her?

Her head snapped up when he spoke again, and she stared at him for a moment before giving a curt nod. “See? Wasn’t that hard, was it? I didn’ even know about some jazz place, so it’s better you picked anyway.” she said grudgingly, though rather relieved that he had decided on a place. She had no idea where they’d go, since the extent she knew about restaurants were the barbecue ones, and that just wouldn’t do this time.

“Let’s get goin’, then! An’ if there’s anythin’ else ya wanna do we can do that too.” she stated, turning to stalk on the path to their new destination. She only got a few paces before she stopped, scowling. “Oi, which way is it, anyway? I don’ know where this place is.” she stated as she turned back, waiting rather impatiently for him to keep up.

He felt a sense of victory as she agreed, how nice it would be to feel relaxed for once. He’d never been to a Jazz restaurant, but he’d sure as hell seen them in the old movies he’d watched that were filmed in America. Man, did the roaring twenties fascinate him beyond all belief. He almost looked forward to lounging in the dim and smokey place. 

Watching her walk away again, he waited for her to stop and realize that she didn’t have a damn clue on where she was going. As she turned and asked him where it was,   a smirk appeared on his face, he’d gotten an idea. 

“Well, if ‘ya don’t know where it’s at, why dontcha’ climb on m’ back n’ I can walk the whole way, ne?,” he asked with a smug grin, holding his hand out to her. He’d wondered if she would accept it, seeing that she was looking at him in an irritated manner already. Most likely because they just wasted time out of the day arguing about where to eat. 

But Shinji didn’t mind, it was the moments like that, that made him really happy. Where he could just tease her like he always did, and of course it would result in him having his ass handed to him. But all in all, being able to just be with her and be himself, rather than trying to be all perfect and uptight for nothing like she was. It made him feel at ease; content. 

After laughing at her for a moment, he walked over to her, with a smile that showed his piano-like pearly whites. He took a knee right in front of her, now at her height level he raised a brow, “Well, ya’ gonna get on ‘er not?” he rested his elbow on his knee and his chin in his palm as he waited for her response. 

He couldn’t help but think about how her desperate efforts to make him happy, made her look so adorable. He wouldn’t admit it though. No, he didn’t want her to kick his ass. He knew she’d hate it if he was to compliment her in such a way, so he just waited, and waited. And even if she thought he wasn’t happy, he was. But not because she was taking him out, not because she made a cake. Of course he appreciated the effort. But the thing that really made him happy, 

He got to be alone with her for one entire day. And if anything, that was the best birthday present. 

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The blush deepened and for a moment, and her mouth worked wordlessly, making her look a little bit like a gaping fish. “Y-yeah, well … I wasn’t plannin’ on us goin’ somewhere normal t’eat, so …” she muttered, an attempted lie. Really, she’d thought maybe he’d like it, and she felt more embarrassed at it now. It didn’t suit her at all, in her mind, and she couldn’t decide which emotion to go with: embarrassment and some discomfort which would lead to just changing and forgetting all this, or her own stubborn nature that refused to give up so easily. She furrowed her brow and looked towards the floor. “Don’ you like it?”

She fidgeted with the hem of the skirt, gaze flitting to the kitchen for a moment. It was still a big mess despite her attempts to clean it up, and the whole house smelled strongly of chocolate. It smelled good, she noted with some pride. The cake looked like shit, but it was the best that she could offer. At least she was fairly certain it wouldn’t taste as bad as it looked. 

“S’your birthday, you gotta pick th’place!” she said with a sort of demanding tone, her arms crossing once more. She wasn’t going to pick for something like this! It seemed like she picked a lot on any other day, so today he absolutely had to choose the place they went for dinner. He could get something he really liked, and then they could come back here for the cake she’d spent two days attempting to bake. (And even if it looked like shit, she was rather proud of how it turned out).

“Pick somethin’ you like. We can go do whatever y’like.” she stated with a slight nod. As long as they got back in time to enjoy the cake before he had to go back, it would be fine. They had most of the day still, and she wanted to get as much out of it as possible. They hardly saw each other, so it would be almost like old times. Aside from some obvious differences of course. Not that she minded those differences, for once. For once, they were good differences- the change in their relationship was one.

The cat had wandered deeper into the house, presumably to go play with some of the toys and things scattered around the house where the kitten had dragged them. Hiyori didn’t worry about it- the kitten typically didn’t get into much trouble when she wasn’t clambering under Hiyori’s feet while the blonde was trying to cook.There were times when Hiyori would lose sight of the cat for hours, only for it to turn back up with a toy or two. It always turned out fine, so Hiyori had stopped worrying about it. 

“What else didya wanna do?” she asked, glancing at him again as she furrowed her brow. Here she was, planning all this in her head and not even bothering to find out what it was he wanted to do. Some girlfriend she was. She was trying to do something nice, though most of it up to now had been guesswork. She thought she was doing pretty well so far, though. “C’mon, let’s get goin’! Whaddaya wanna do first?” she asked, striding through the door that he held and leading the way out of the warehouse. 

This place was home, to her. She called it home, despite the fact that when they had first come here she had seen it as a sort of prison because of the circumstances that led them here. But now, she couldn’t imagine living anywhere else. It wasn’t as if they hadn’t had opportunities to move somewhere else, but she just couldn’t imagine it after living here for over a hundred years. Even if it got lonely here once in a while, with everyone always gone recently. 

“You got anyplace in mind?”

He made a face, he didn’t really want to go anywhere fancy, he honestly just wanted to be able to spend his birthday in peace. But it seemed like that opportunity flew out the window as soon as she put on that skirt. Or dress, or whatever the hell it was called. 

“Tch, if I had a place n’ mind Id’ve told ‘ya already,” he scoffed. This was why he didn’t like doing things for his birthday. It was too complicated and frustrating. It would be simpler if his birthday could’ve just passed, it was like any other day to him, it wasn’t like he thought of it to be something spectacular. 

“sides’ ain’t ‘ya s’posed t’ be th’ one who’s takin’ me out? Why don’t ya’ choose?” he crossed his arms, he had to be as stubborn as a mule at times like this. It wouldn’t be Shinji if he wasn’t. He didn’t really want to seem like he was so hellbent on having the best birthday ever. He just wanted to spend time with her. It’d been two weeks, you think they would run romantically in slow motion towards each other, meeting in a tight embrace. But that was something you only see in cliche romance movies for girls. 

“Honestly Hiyori, I don’t care where th’ hell we go, I’m just happy that ‘yer actually doin’ all this ‘fer me in th’ first place,” he smiled again, trying to make light of things now, before she got upset and came at him with whatever it was that she was wearing on her feet. And it wasn’t like he was lying. He knew that she wasn’t the one to ever show any kind of affection towards anyone, so her doing this actually made him feel happy on the inside. 

He could still smell the chocolate, and he was half tempted to suggest that they just eat the cake and call it a night. But to shit with all this, he’d choose the place they’d go if it was that serious. “But if ya’ really do want me t’ choose,” he began, smirking, “there’s this jazz restaurant I saw a few weeks back, n’ apparently, it’s new.” he was imagining it. Eating while his ears was being filled with what he thought to be the best music to ever exist. He was almost giddy at thought, but of course it would all depend if the little brat agreed.