The Thirteenth's Squad Guidance

[Azami Hirayami]

Azami didn't find herself with much to do. Assigned to a squad with very little activity, most of her tasks were menial in lack of better terms. Sure, she helped the nurses in the infirmary for the most part, but she knew that she didn't get to do as much as any other squad members. She never got missions to the real world, instead sneaking into it whenever she can. Her interactions with other squads were forced, like her assignment today. It came written on a letter she found near the mailbox of her dorm. A special invitation, as it read, to become introduced to the 13th squad.

Now, Azami knew that in general she'd have to be working closely with other squads, but she didn't really even know what the thirteenth squad was responsible for. It was touched on briefly in her classes, but she couldn't be assed to remember at the moment. That would definitely become a headache if she was expected to be doing something intense for them. It was definitely going to be the type of situation where another squad has asked for a high ranking member for her squad to be present for medical reasons, but since her division was mostly vacant, it got passed down the tens of empty positions to Azami. Azami was not in any way currently capable of actually acting as anything more than a secretary for the squad, so they'd probably send her back to her dorm after they took a look at her.

At least she probably wouldn't actually have to work that day, unless they knew what they were getting into. If worst came to worst, maybe she'd learn a thing to do. If not, she'd just pip off and go to a human world mall. Much to be done and plenty of time for it to be done, and so her stress was mostly nerves.

From the letter, she was supposed to be meeting a seated member of the 13th division. Again, she still found herself struggling with all of the honorifics, positions and everything in that nature regarding Shinigami politics. It was the class worst reflected in her grades. Azami passed the course naturally, but it was definitely an outlier of a mark.

As had been requested, Azami trotted all the way over to the 13th division headquarters and came to rest in the courtyard under a tree. She didn't know why the meeting place was the courtyard in particularly, but the area was scenic enough. Scenic enough, in fact, for Azami to slowly feel herself drifting off into a daydream as the vernal setting comforted her in the memories of her past. 

[Wycliff]

Wycliff still couldn’t believe that he had become a captain, it seemed strange to him that not more than a few months ago he was a third seat in squad thirteen, yet now he was a full fledged captain and had taken over the kido development squad. He still couldn’t shake the feeling that he was only promoted due to the lack of actually powerful shingami left and the sudden disappearance and loss of many captains. The thirteen court guard squad had less than half of the captaincy spots filled and even when they did find someone new for some reason they would vanish or become reclusive. This was an on going issue because of the situation between the Vandenreich and Las Noches. With two foes captains were constantly forced to fight high level opponents and the risk of death was high.

As he mulled over the situation he found himself a shingami walked into his office and placed down a note that needed Wycliff’s attention. It seemed that the lack of higher level personal had caused a major lag in information being transferred between squads effectively. Reading over the note it seemed to be an acceptance of his offer of training some of the squad four members was accepted. He let out a heavy sigh as he had made this when he was still representing squad 13 and was only a third seat, now as a captain and a member of a different squad it wasn’t really proper for him to do this task, however he was the one that sent out the offer. He mulled over the paperwork in front of him and then decided to say fuck it he’ll do paperwork later…. possibly….. maybe he should just pass it off to someone else in his squad.

With new vigor Wycliff stood up from his chair and headed out the door of his office and towards squad thirteen and to where he made a note of where he would meet them before. His sandy blonde hair was a mess, around his eyes he had his trademark sunglasses. Over his uniform he wore his captain’s haori with the sleeves cut off as well as having a sleeveless uniform. Wycliff never liked the restrictive clothing that was the shingami uniform so more often than not he had made alterations to make it less restrictive and free flowing, as such the chest area of his uniform didn’t cover up much leaving the upper half of his torso exposed to the sun and wind.

It didn’t take him long to get to the courtyard, there he saw a pink haired shingami, one that he didn’t recognize. Her gaze seemed to be lost in thought, he assumed that this girl was the one that had actually responded to the inquire to train. He made his way over there placing his hand on her head trying to make her realize that he was there. “Yo, ya the one who responded to my letter?” He smiled as he waited to see what she would say, expecting a third seat and getting a captain was a shock, especially when Wycliff’s promotion wasn’t made to be a big thing, he didn’t want a huge celebration or announcement, he just wanted a chance to make a difference.

[Azami Hirayami]

Azami's dream was interrupted by a cloud that landed on her head and ruffled her hair. Blinking awake with a start, she turned her head upwards to look at the blonde man in that specific white uniform. She knew it from somewhere, although she never remembered it to be that revealing. That was a captain's outfit, and as Azami slowly realized that, her eyes grew wider and her blood pressure quickened. This was probably not the right type of impression to be making on the man, someone as important and potentially as handsome as this captain in particular.  Desperately attempting to remember any modicum of respect she had learned from her academy classes, a multitude of honorifics flowed into her conscious. Did she bow? Was a hug appropriate? No, definitely not a hug for sure. 

"I, uh.. um....."

What she definitely shouldn't be doing, though, is staring right up at the captain's bare chest. Although not completely bare, it might as well have been. Neither should she be sitting down against a tree, which as Azami considered it in her mind, was definitely some type of ornamental tree that commanded respect for traditions or something Shinigami-like in that regard. With all of that in mind, she ripped her eyes from the captain's musculature and hopped to her feet. Oh god and he was a beach blonde too. Suddenly, this felt a lot more like the human world she was used to. And so in that situation, she'd just be her normal self. Which was also a bad idea. Left speechless, Azami presented totally aloof.

"Umm yeah, I did. Warn a girl before you mess up her hair, TBH that could have totally gone wrong. Am I supposed to call you sir or captain or what? I'm new to all this fancy stuff. NGL I was kind of dozing off for a while, umm exactly how long were you standing there?"

There wasn't much else for her to spit out.

Wiping the broken blades of grass from her black Shinigami outfit, Azami finally introduced herself with a handshake. Was that even proper?

"Hey it's Azami Hirayami"

[Wycliff]

Wycliff’s smile grew wider as he heard her speak more, he could tell that she was flustered and that him waking her in the way he did was a shock to her. However to see that she was open and a bit of a goof like he was, was a pleasant surprise. Honestly he didn’t care too much about how ridged people tended to be when he walked around as a captain now a days. He really didn’t think that there needed to be a reason for someone to be so formal with him. He wasn’t one for all that really and as long as they respected him and followed his orders he didn’t care for others to call him by a title.

He chuckled and laughed till she said her name then slowly he calmed himself down and stopped catching his breath. “Glad ya anin’t too stiff cutie, ya can just call meh Wycliff.” Wycliff did wink at her when he called her cutie just to see what sort of reaction she would give him, though with the sunglasses it would be hard to tell that he did wink. Still he looked around and saw that there was no one else around to join in on this training. It didn’t surprise him, even if he had been in squad four while Rose had been a captain he had expected very few takers to join him, his reputation was that bad. Honestly it was a shock that he had been promoted given his previous incidents, however it seemed that the need of people in charge was great.

Letting out a sigh he took a step back and cracked his neck. “So ya know this was gunna be a training between squad thirteen and squad four lead by meh to the human world. But I didn’t expect only ya to show up.” He gestured towards her as he spoke. “I ain’t gunna waste the pass for the senkaimon I got for this day. But we ain’t go’n to the black forest. Instead I got a better idea.” Wycliff gave her a wicked smile as he had just found the perfect excuse to get away from work and just goof off at one of his favorite places in the world, using it as training as an excuse.

With that said Wycliff started walking towards the senkaimon, motioning with his hand for Azami to follow him. While he didn’t answer her other question before departing he had heard it and was wondering what to say. He could be honest and tell her that he had just spotted her before he placed his hand on her head, or he could tease her a bit and said he tried to call out to her. He hummed and hawed about it for a moment before just deciding that being honest was better. “Ah ya asked bout how long I was there for? I spotted ya right away, ya didn’t look like any of the other squad thirteen mates I knew and ya weren’t familiar to me as a squad four member, so I sorta figured that ya were either new to the squads or ya were lost.”

Getting to the gates was an easy task and he presented his pass that he had gotten for the expedition, however he stated a different destination than what was written. When the guard was giving him a hard time Wycliff just stared at the guard and said in a stern tone.  “Ya really arguing with a capt’n?” Wycliff wasn’t one to resort to that, however when it came to where he was trying to go he didn’t hold back. At least it was a perk of being a captain that only other captains and the Captain Commander could really tell him to do stuff.

With that solved Wycliff and Azami stepped into the gate and arrived at where he wanted to go.It was a small isolated beach away from any signs of civilization. The only traces of human life was odly enough a small wooden cabin that had seen better days. Wycliff took a deep breath in and smelt the fresh salt air enter his lungs and the bright sun shine on his skin. He loved this feeling, the feeling of being outside and being alive. Without saying anything Wycliff started to strip off his captain’s cloak and the top half of his uniform, walking towards the cabin. After a few moments he came out with a pair of blue swimtrunks in hand and a beach towel for himself.

“Yo Azami, ya can look inside on the left trunk for something that’ll fit ya.” With that Wycliff stepped away from the cabin and towards the jungle that surrounded the beach to change. If Azami entered the cabin she would see that while the outside was rough the inside seemed to be well taken care of. There were two large trunks filled with swimwear one filled with stuff for guys and the other for women. Besides that there was a bed, missing a mattress and a table with a picture that seemed to have Wycliff in it surrounded by tanned skin locals. Eventually Wycliff would return with only the swimsuit on and the rest of his clothing hanging on a tree. “Ya done?”

[Azami Hirayami]

Out of all the outcomes Azami could have imagned in her head, this was most definitely not one of them. Instead of being reprimanded or anything of the sort, the captain instead winked at her and started flirting. This flirting, however, caused her cheeks to blush a deep red as blood rushed to her cheeks. She definitely didn't mind the flirting though, as she didn't get to do much of it while she was in the world of the living. It was never the type of thing she could have done anyway, because flirting with one's care takers was never a good look, and she doubted that any of the male nurses were ethically allowed to flirt back. All of a sudden, the cool breeze didn't feel as cold, nor did the grass feel as damp and rigid. Wycliff it was, then, no honorifics required from what she gathered. This wasn't so bad at all, she's glad she actually showed up. He seemed like a friendly type of guy.

It was funny, in retrospect, because she thought the letter had been adressed to her specifically. This was not the case, the problem was that she had been the only one in the squad to read it, thus her assumption. It's not like she had any comrades to follow and train with her anyway. Her ears perked up at the mention of training and visiting the human world. To be honest, aside from working, it was the activity she spent most of her time on. Vising arcades and shopping malls was almost second nature to her, knowing the specifics spots she needs to visit for the best food and games. Her fridge back in her dorm was getting a little empty anyway, so this would probably be a good chance to get some training done alongside refilling her stash of snacks.

As she was admittedly used to to sneaking out, Azami would have been able to find her way to the Senkaimon, but having the captain with her would make things so much easier. She couldn't help but laugh while speaking, somewhat embarassed at her own actions."Yeah, sometimes I like lose track of time and then doze off, I figured I was out for hours but I'm glad it wasn't too long. I was kind of lost, to be honest, wasn't sure if that was exactly where I was supposed to be."

Azami was able to keep up quite easily, it's not like they were walking at a brisk pace or anything. If the captain decided to go any faster, however, that would be another story. Her stubby legs could put out very little in terms of speed, so even this brisk jog was threatening to break a sweat from her. Soul Society politics were never something Azami would ever understand. She was, what they liked to call, a whippersnapper. Even with this status, though, she didn't understand why the gatekeeper was questioning a captain about his intended travel. Was it because she was there? The thought made her wonder, she had developed somewhat of a reputation amongst the Senkaimon guards, but it shouldn't have been a problem with a captain's escort.

Quickly, Azami saw, Wycliff changed his tune. Suddenly, his tone was not as relaxed as it had been he previously spoke, instead harsh and authoritative. The mook guarding the Senkaimon had no response to offer. Mockingly, Azami smirked at him in satisfaction before following her escort out through the portal. He'd definitely be complaining about her to the other Senkaimon guards for the rest of his shift. "Thank you for telling him off, he really annoys me sometimes. He can't like ever mind his own business and he's always trying to stop me from sneaking out to human world."

Suddenly, it occured to her that she probably should not be confessing this to a captain. Even though he seemed rather chill so far, Azami had no clue to what extend Wycliff strayed from the shinigami code of honor.The first thing Azami noticed when she emerged from the gate was the sun's brightness. Immediately, she held a hand over her forehead to give her eyes a break. The suddenly light gave her an unwanted burst of wakefulness, momentarily ruining her mood. Her distaste for the sun didn't last long though, as the smells of ocean and tropical vegetation filled her senses. Harsh sunlight danced over her skin, and she was suddenly reminded by her lack of sunscreen. Would she need it though, in her Shinigami form? This was not something she knew but would definitely come to find out at the end of the day.

"OMG this is the coolest training session ever."

Digging into the pockets of her Shinigami outfit, she retrieved her cellphone. It was a crappy little thing, something she had shoplifted on her of her excursions. Opening up the camera app, she focused in on the horizon before the camera audibly snapped a picture of the sunset. Turning around after taking a picture of the ocean horizon, she came to see Wycliff's bare back retreating past a cabin and towards the tree-line. Well, more like shack to be honest. Regardless, his retreat gave her a good look at his well-defined back musculature.

Suddenly, she felt a bit more awkward about not being prepared enough. Azami had no swimsuit on her, and was absolutely not skinny dipping with a captain regardless of how chill he was. That would probably lead to sand in all the wrong places, not something she wanted to deal with here in this moment today. She wasn't even going to think about how awful that would feel. While waiting for the man to assumingly change into a swimsuit, Azami used this time to take more pictures of her environment. The tropical flora was ripe with brightly-colored flowers and growths that composed excellently into pictures. This would make for a great addition to her photo gallery.

Hearing his voice call out, she found her anxiety quelled. There was probably some type of swimsuit that would fit her in the cabin. Though, to be honest, this totally could have been the plot to some type of western horror film."Alright, I'm going into the creepy cabin and if I die to some crazed squatter I'm haunting you in whatever comes after soul society."

Said cabin was admittedly not as bad as she had thought it would be. Sure, it wasn't fancy or bougie or anything of the sort, but it would get the job done for what it set out to accomplish. True to his word, Azami found a chest resting against one of the cabin's inner walls. Struggling with the stiff lock, she barely managed to get the thing open. Within the trunk were a wide variety of neatly packed swimsuits. Her first priority was to get a one piece, she would have to present modestly for who she assumed was a man old enough to be her great great great great grandfather. If she knew anything about the soul society, even the more relaxed Shinigami were stuck in the olden days. Maybe though, given his lassaizfaire attitude, he wouldn't mind as much. Even if that was the case, she wanted to wear a one piece because there was less of a chance of a wardrobe malfunction if they did actually end up training.

The only problem was that she couldn't find the aforementioned onepiece swimsuit anywhere within the cabin. Realization dawning upon her, she swallowed her nervousness and dug out a pink bikini she had seen earlier. The heat from her heavy uniform immedidately melted away as she changed into the swimwear. Tying the strings tightly behind her back, she made sure they wouldn't budge regardless of how intense their training turned out to be. Not the kind of thing she wanted to happen to be honest, even if the captain was rather 'chill'.

Azami practically strutted out of the cabin. Any of her previous nervousness melted away. It's not like there were any alternatives to this swimsuit so she'd do her best to own it. Besides, it's not like she was worried about looking good. She may have been a shinigami, but her body was exactly like she remembered it before she had fallen ill in her human life. Seeing the captain's body, though, her strut came to a stop as she heard him ask her something. Whatever it was flew over her head in her moment of appreciating the male form. Deviously, she ran up to him in a moment of confidence and shouted while reaching for her phone.

"Hey Wycliff, strike a pose with that hot bod for me, K?" Maybe she was pushing things too far, but she couldn't resist teasing the poor man. If she had come out here all blushy and shy it would have been a lot more awkward in her opinion. With that being said, she held up her camera and took a picture of the unsuspecting captain and all of his muscular glory. Snickering while doing so, she tucked her phone back into her bikini top. She'd just have to remember to take it out if she decided to go for a swim.

[Wycliff]

"OMG this is the coolest training session ever."

Wycliff watched when she took out the cellphone and gave himself a little chuckle knowing that this far out there wouldn’t be any service. He was amused that she was already enjoying the beach. This happened before she had entered the cabin so he had no idea what she would end up wearing. He had been more focused on getting dressed and figuring out what he could do to actually make this a ‘real’ training session and not a total excuse for him to goof off. Not that he really had anyone to report to really, but if Azami made a complaint about the training being just relaxing then he would take some flack for it.

He continued to wonder until he heard the door of the cabin open back up and Azami stepped out. His eyes went up and down her body as he looked her over. He saw her tiny form be dressed in a rather bold pink bikini. He didn’t expect her to be one to go for that style, however he wasn’t judging, especially when his eyes were drawn to other places besides where they should be. Tho immediately he noticed something that wasn’t ok, she didn’t have a towel, her comment about him shooting a pose was totally ignored as he walked towards her. His flipflops sinking into the warm sand.

He got in close to her, placing his had on her head messing up her hair a bit as he spoke. “Ya look amazing in dat bikini....., but ya need a towel. I’ll give ya mine n, I’ll grab another one.” He placed the towel in her hands as he started to step away. He had been so close that if Azami tried she could smell the soft scent of something sweet coming from his body. What Wycliff hadn’t taken out infront of her just yet was the metric ton of poprocks he was hiding in his pockets at this time. Wycliff had a sweet tooth for that particular candy and wasn’t about to share, the last person that he did share with was only because he royally fucked up.

With him no longer having a towel he walked back towards the cabin, entering it again, looking around to see if there was another towel. He took his time searching around the cabin, he knew he had left a supply bag here a while ago, but he really couldn’t recall if he did actually leave proper beach supplies or just a bottle of booze. It took him moving both of the chests to the side to find the old planks that were falling apart for him to spy the bag. Reaching down he pulled it up and slowly opened it up to see what he had for supplies for the beach.

Inside he wasn’t disappointed, there were towels at least three, a small umbrella that could fold out and offer some shade, tanning oil and sun screen, however most amazing was the fact that there was a bottle of rum. “Betta take all of this, can’t let her see the bottle~” He said to himself in a sing song tone as he took a towel out and headed back out to meet up Azami, he had a few plans for what to do for training and he was going to take advantage of the sunny day. Not that he would actually do much himself, but that wasn’t something he would tell Azami. Today was a relaxing day, with ‘training’ involved.

Wycliff stepped out of the cabin, getting a full view of Azami from behind, from that side he could see that she had a bit of the bikini digging into her skin. He thought it was strange that she had that, the bikinis should be plentiful that the pink one shouldn’t be the only thing in her size. As he got closer he dropped the bag on the sand softly and leaned in close to get a better view, his face ending up somewhere by her stomach and that’s when he saw it, she had a bit of a stomach roll. He chuckled as he raised his head up and pressed his hand against his abs not feeling a roll on his own. “Ya been snacking too much?~” He said in a playful tone not trying to be mean about it, just making a mention that he could see the roll. It was cute to him, she had a bit of meat on her bones and wasn’t a skeleton with skin.

“Alright, ya gunna be running” Wycliff said as he picked the bag back up and walked toward the center of the beach. He placed the bag down again and started to take out a towel to rest on the sand. He would lay on the towel taking out the bottle of tanning oil and started on his front side. “Ya heard me cutie? Ya gunna be running from there.” Wycliff said firing off a kido that sprung a small stone pillar in the distance. “over to there.” Again another stone pillar came out, creating a distance of around five thousand feet between them. While Wycliff didn’t really have a plan for the training he knew that running in sand was hard and would make it so that she would exercise her leg muscles.

[Azami Hirayami]

There wasn't much for Azami to do besides blush when the man patted his hand onto her head. There goes being the one in control, and like that she found herself on the receiving end of flirtation. This wasn't what she was used to, but it wasn't unwelcome. A different power dynamic for once. Not only was Wycliff technically her superior, he was also now the one doing the flirting. And she couldn't hide her blush either, as the intensity trumped her otherwise rigid self-control. The way Wycliff casually complimented her swimwear was somewhat sleazy but mostly flattering, as it was also a direct complement to her body which she definitely put a lot of hours in maintaining. Her blush also definitely had nothing to do with the fact that while he was this close, she could smell something sweet off of him that she couldn't place. It was saccharine in a way that wasn't floral or perfumey, more like sugar to be honest.

Taking the towel into her hands, she smiled at him in genuine thanks. "Thank you for the compliments, and this towel too of course. You're totally a simp, but I'm okay with that since you're a charming one."[/b] Now that she was left alone on the beach once more, she pondered her current situation as Wycliff went to go get himself another towel. This definitely wasn't anything that constituted gotei-13 approved training so far, more like Wycliff taking advantage of an admittedly gorgeous opportunity to essentially go on a beach date with a hot babe. She'd do the same in his position, to be honest.

With his absence, she looked out over the sea and listened to the cries of various seabirds. Nothing distressed, as far as she could tell, just the ordinary caws and cooing of gulls and other avian species. The sand was warm between her toes, rough in its coarseness all the same. Azami kept her back turned to the man as she suddenly found herself daydreaming of the sun and its annoying brilliance. As was expected, Wycliff emerged from the cabin with his extra towel. There were so many baskets and barrels in that cabin, it had to belong to him, either that or Wycliff was equally as prone to appropriation as she most commonly found herself to be in the human world.

When Azami heard the pack and towels hit the sand next to her, she turned her body  to see what he was doing. Azami grew still at the sight of the captain leaning down to move his face towards her general stomach area. Not quite sure what he was planning, she gave him a glare that would probably go unseen due to his current fixation on her stomach. "What are you..." Azami could feel the man's warm breath against her bare skin, the sensation sent an erogenous shiver up her spine. Goosebumps formed along her skin to reciprocate the notion. Her heartbeat spiked and her eyes grew wide.

Wycliff laughed, bringing Azami out of her sensual reverie. Why did he laugh? With a slight amount of confusion, she watched him return to a normal stance while rubbing at his defined abs. The words he spoke were enough to cause her forehead and right eye to twitch. Her stomach was completely normal for a woman of her stature. It's not as if she had been grinding for hundreds of years to get abs, and so her current state was completely expected. A mostly biteless remark jumped out of her at the comment.

"And you need to moisturize, fix them flyaways. I don't have stomach rolls BTW, they are a healthy deposit of fat for someone my age." Running? This was definitey not her ideal beach date in any capacity. Nothing like a good date at all. First he points out her stomach rolls, and now he wants her to physically exert herself? Sure, she had to work off her gamer diet somehow, but maybe not in a bikini. IF she had known she was going to be doing actual physical training, she would have put some type of athletic wear into a bag, and definitely a sports bra. Running around in this swimsuit would definitely be uncomfortable due to the general physics of her chest.

Staying in place, she watched him continue down the beach and set himself up on his towel. Azami had to admit though, that watching the practically-naked man rub himself over with tanning oil was a site for sore eyes, stomach roll comments aside. Wycliff looked way too comfortable for somebody training another, but that just meant she'd have to bust her ass to get a good result. Once again, she blushed at the compliment. Emotions swirled around her between rash anger and shyness. This amalgamation, then, of emotion ultimately culminated in a tsundere reply.

"I'm not cute, idiot, where am I running?"

To answer her question, she watched as he fired off some type of energy that landed a fair distance away in the sand. From the sand, she watched a tall stone pillar sprout. It was so far, so damn far. Just from looking, Azami couldn't even tell the distance. "Oh god, that's so long, GG"With a sudden burst in determination to impress the man, she took off in a quick sprint down the beach. With each uneven pound of her feet into the sand, she found herself increasingly exhausted. Mucus gathered in her mouth as her lungs suddenly found themselves working overtime. Any actual athlete would have recognized that she had started way too quickly at a pace entirely too-fast. Spitting the excess into the sand, she continued her hyper stride down the beach towards the stone pole.

Azami had never ran this distance in her living or afterlife at all. Such exertion was an entirely new concept for her. The heat of the sand sapped at her willpower as the grittiness of the sand grew almost painful under her soft soles. Not even the track and field at her school felt this exhaustion, and it was probably around the same distance. It was the sand, it had to be the physical resistance of running in the sand that dismayed her so. Even while she was exhausting herself, the sun still beat down on her at prime daylight. As she reached the stone, she leaned against it and practically panted. She desperately needed water, but it was only all the way back near Wycliff where she'd probably be able to get some. Spitting out into the sand once more, she turned a foot and continued on her energy high back to her trainer.

If the way to the rock was troubling, the journey back towards Wycliff was agonizing. Her mouth burned with exertion as her lungs practically vacuumed in as much as her depleting cells could hold. Her feet were tomato red from the friction burns of the sand. Her eyes were bloodshot from sunlight irritation alongside general exertion sickness. Azami was so thankful she had eaten a light breakfast, otherwise it would be puddled next to her in the sand. Her tongue practically lapped out as she closed in on him, seeing his shirtless form cockily lounging as she worked herself to death. If she could even speak at the moment, she'd be hurling explicatives. Finally coming close to the lounging man, she kneeled in the sand and almost toppled over. This. Fucking. Sucked.

[Wycliff]

."Thank you for the compliments, and this towel too of course. You're totally a simp, but I'm okay with that since you're a charming one." Wycliff shook his head as he laid down and waited for Azami to start running. He knew exactly what the word simp meant, however he really didn’t that it counted for him as he wasn’t trying to win her affection, he just wanted to have an actual excuse as to claim this was training and not him just goofing off and doing whatever he wanted instead of working. The warm sun shined down as he watched her take off and run down towards where he had placed the first pillar.

Even from this distance he could tell that she had been exerting herself more than she should have and going all out right at the bat was going to bite her in the ass. Either way Wycliff laid his head back and started to take in the sun. His head resting against the towel he closed his eyes and allowed the sounds of the ocean take him away. The waves crashed against the beach along with the soft rustling of trees from a calm breeze swept him quickly to a calm sleep. Not that he fought hard to fall asleep a nap on the beach felt great right now.

In his mind he fell down into a black void, his body felt as if it was swimming in tar utter blackness engulfed everything, a chill ran down his body as the tar felt cold and lifeless. His body continued to fall into the black void till he heard a voice, someone calling out to him. “Wake up you idiot.” The voice was honey sweet and familiar to him, if anything he knew exactly who it was and his body started to move, his arms reached out as a single strand of light came out pulling him from the darkness and into something more warm and welcoming.

The light overtook his eyes blinding him for a moment and when it faded he found himself in a place all too familiar to him. There was the smell of booze and wet dog in the air, without even having to look too hard he knew exactly where he was. This was Rose’s office the smell of booze was from her last bender and the wet dog was her faithful pup Bacardi. He was facing the door but he could hear the sound of someone breathing behind him. Turning around he was saw her, the same as she had been the last time he had encountered her for real.

Rose’s long blonde hair had the same pink steaks in them as well as whatever floral decorations that she wanted. Her head was resting against her desk, paperwork scattered all over the desk. Her skin still reminded him of porcelain, while her eyes were closed he assumed that they were still that vibrant red that he had first fallen in love with. Slowly he moved to try and wake her, his hand went to shake her shoulder. “Rose, ya gotta wake up.” His words came out slow and distorted, it was then that Wycliff remembered that none of this was real, this was a dream, as much as he wanted it to be real it was all a dream and it would have to end.

The sounds of labored breathing started to get louder and louder. Along with the sound of breathing he could hear footsteps in the sand kicking up dirt with each step. While Azami wasn’t a heavy person the impact from her falling into the sand was more than enough for him to stir from his sleep. The world that he was in was slowly falling apart, the walls started to fade, the smells vanished, and everything started to blur. Wycliff wasn’t really there he had to get to the real world. His emerald eyes opened up, his sunglasses still on he rolled his head over and saw that Azami was in the sand.

Slowly he got himself up off of the red towel and stood over Azami offering her a hand to help her up off of the sand. He would pick her up using his strength, trying not to fall over himself, however he overestimated the amount of strength he needed to use, between the fact that he sealed his power and he had just woken from a nap resulted in an awkward situation where as he lifted her up he tried to compensate for the fact that he was weaker resulting in him losing his balance and falling backwards pulling her with him.

He fell backwards landing on his back, half of his body on the towel the other half on the sand. The hot sand wasn’t so bad, however Wycliff felt something else ontop of his body, it was wet and hot. Looking up he saw that Azami was ontop of him and her face was now next to his. In this situation he could see into her magenta eyes. His arms had wrapped around her as they fell as a reaction, without really reading the situation he spoke. “Are ya alright?” His tone held a bit or worry to it as he didn’t want her to be hurt.

[Azami Hirayami]

There was no relief when she made it back to her instructor on all fours. Instead, she found him curled up on a towel lounging on the side of a beach. No relief to be found, not in the slightest. Instead, she found herself annoyed by the mans antics. This annoyance, though, in all honesty, was hypocritical coming from Azami. Knowing herself that she often did the same exact thing, falling asleep at the worst times, she could only laugh at the man and his mistake. It seemed like he was having a good dream at the very list. Wycliff was not kicking or thrashing around in his sleep, probably a good sign all things considered.

A thought crossed her mind, what would happen if she threw sand over his sleeping form and blamed it on her pounding strides in the sand. Would he believe the explanation? Probably not, to be honest, and she'd rather keep her job as an initiate to the fourth squad. It didn't take long for the man in question to come to life. With a start, his pupils began darting around and his focus changed from whatever he was dreaming about to full lucidity. Watching the brain go through the various stages of wakefulness was always entertaining, especially with how it coped when waking in a new environment. The man had won his psychological sweep on the area, there were no other entities spying in on them at the very moment. With this in mind, there was nothing alarming enough to interrupt his gradual acquisition of consciousness.

To be blinded by a dream, Azami was most familiar with. She knew how it could be, reverie blocking out all forms of stimulus until they became untenable to the people she was trying to reach. It was interesting in general though, to see how his eyes darted about even under the cover of his sunglasses. The accessory did very little to diminish Wycliff's physical symptoms of having a nap. What the glasses were good at though, was preventing Azami from getting a good look into them, stopping her from getting a true read on the man. The eyes were the window to the soul after all. She liked how they looked on Wycliff though, it was fitting for his beach bum surfer aesthetic. "Welcome to the world of the living, surfer."

For all intents and purposes, she would have stood and gotten herself to her feet if her legs weren't currently constructed of jello. Muscles were a fickle thing, and hers were not quite up to the task. She'd check back with them later. It was Wycliff, actually, that got himself up before her. The captain probably didn't have the muscular strength of a weaboo, nor did he have the resilience of one. It was kind of embarrassing actually, how she was unable to get up from exhaustion and the man just stood over her.

When Wycliff's hand was offered to her, she gladly took it. Taking his hand in hers, she felt his strength pull her to her feet. To be honest, she wasn't exactly sure what would happen when she was on her feet, but this would be a good way to find out. Instead of being able to stand up though, she suddenly found herself losing her balance. With a yelp of surprise, Azami found herself falling forward onto the man as they both went straight into the sand. Preparing for impact, she made sure none of her bony appendages were facing downwards. The last thing she wanted to do as a training squad 4 member would be to accidentally break a captain's nose. That would most definitely be an undesirable outcome.

"Oh shit! Azami managed to yell out as she found herself landing in the captain's grasp. She felt hands gripping her ams, so at least the man hadn't accidentally grabbed anything else. She couldn't say the same for herself though, her own hand landing on top of his lower abs. She could feel the muscles rippling under her touch. It was quite enjoyable to be completely honest. Quickly, though, she retreated her hand to ball it into a now-shaking fist. "You definitely did that on purpose! Idiot!"

At this distance though, she could slightly see through his sunglasses, but not enough to make out his general eye shape or eye color for that matter.  Azami could tell, though, that he was looking straight into her own eyes. It made her blush, muttering out some sort of nonsense. Now finding the arms wrapped around her, she wondered how she had gotten into this vulnerable position with a man. It was quite the scenario, to be honest, as she was practically cuddling with a shinigami captain on a beach. Maybe this was just the right kind of day for that bullshit-fuckery.

Azami wouldn't keep up the shyness for long though, quickly becoming tsundere at the smooth moves Wycliff had just pulled out. It's not as if she was a noob to this type of game, as this sort of thing was the standard playbook in any of the cringy animes she had watched growing up. Somebody accidentally falls and then they get too close to each other and suddenly kiss. That wasn't going to happen, even as she felt the man's hot breath on her cheek. Nope, definitely not happening, that would be way too complicated for her current plan.  But she couldn't bring herself to call him out on it, because it might as well could have actually been an accident.

"Yes. Stop looking at me like that." With that, she defiantly tore her gaze away from his probing eyes.

[Wycliff]

While Wycliff laid half on his towel and the other half of his body on the sand he could feel the warmth coming off of Azami. At first he wasn’t paying so much attention to the situation that he was. He had been so worried that she had been hurt, but as she spoke to him and even balled up a small fist to push against his lower abdomen. He could tell at least she wasn’t hurt, so that was a load off of his mind. As he stared into her eyes he got a really good look into her magenta eyes, once again he thought that they were beautiful.

It was only when Azami said for him to stop looking at her like that did he notice that her face was a bit red and the realization of the situation that the two of them were in sank in. Wycliff was laying on the beach with a female Shinigami in his arms. He couldn’t help but chuckle a bit as the situation sank in, he found it a bit funny given his luck and what happened the last time he had a female in this situation. There was no way that the same thing could happen again, especially given that he was here for training with her, not for…. Well that….

As Wycliff laid there he could feel her body being pressed up against him, her warm skin pressing against his stomach. It didn’t help that she was well endured in the right areas and that the only thing between them was a bit of thin cloth. While Wycliff had his arms around her back side his fingers could feel how soft her skin was, unlike his own. Eventually all this stimulus would result in something that while he admitted wasn’t exactly unexpected it wasn’t really appropriate because of their ranking. However Wycliff wasn’t complaining about it.

All the blood that had been pumping through his heart started to head to another area, it would become noticeable to her after a bit. Wycliff would try and move her slowly so that she wouldn’t notice it, however if she did or not he did notice that her face was blushing. Before he moved he spoke again. “ya know ya really cute when ya blush.” He had his smile across his face as he tried to move upright and move her off of him slightly. However if there was any resistance would cause him to stop and look at her wondering what she was planning or trying to say.